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The god of destruction, Champa, was absolutely fed up.

Again and again he clashed with his sibling in competitions, be it fights of the verbal and physical type or even silly games or using the inhabitants of theirs (and other) worlds in their endless struggle.

And it always ended with things more or less where they started, one never got a definitive win over the other, at most they got a very short lead.

And, again, Champa was fed up with this all; The chubby cat god wanted to have one definitive final fight, one final competition to decide the superior sibling once and for all!... But he also needed to make absolutely sure that he would not only win but to completely and utterly humiliate his sibling in the process.

His determination to achieve this goal was such that he ended up making a metaphorical deal with the devil, turning to help from his other (sort of) rival, Quitella.

The mouse god of destruction was incredibly smug about it, of course, but also oddly cooperative, regaling Champa with the tale of a legendary teacher who could make it so that the fat cat was guaranteed to win any competition he decided to have with his sibling.

Quitella did leave out that it would come at a price, thinking back fondly to when he was a student himself, hiding his arousal as he pictured the fat cat's upcoming training even as he gave the teacher's location and told him to go alone or he'd be denied training.

Champa was so taken in with the story, and so desperate for a victory that he did not think to question how Quitella knew all this, and so eager to start that in his hurry to leave he failed to notice the mouse lose control of his arousal.

The feline god of destruction wasted absolutely no time, simply telling Vados to stay out of it as they rushed into the domain of the teacher, a little pocket dimension all of his own, gifted to him by old pupils, according to Quitella's tales.

He completely failed to notice as Vados tried to follow him anyway only to be repelled by some type of barrier, he even failed to notice that this same barrier had stripped him naked as he passed through it.

Inside this pocket dimension, was a single sun and a single planet orbiting it, and that planet had only one inhabitant, so it was easy for Champa to rush into a thunderous landing near the teacher's home, making a deliberate show of his power with the exaggerated landing by flattening a mountain's peak.

It was only then, when he felt the breeze of this wild, mountainous world that the feline finally noticed his nudity.

"Huh, w-" he said rushing to cover himself, only to be stopped by an echoing gravelly voice, booming up from the valleys below.

"CONSIDER THE CLOTHES A PAYMENT FOR THE VIEW YOU JUST RUINED, GOD OF DESTRUCTION... NOW, COME DOWN HERE, I AM IMPATIENT TO MEET MY NEW PROSPECTIVE PUPIL!"

Champa was taking aback by the casual tone of the booming voice, despite his entrance, despite knowing of his status as a god; Knowledge he did not question, for his ego assumed the teacher recognized him, that same ego also threatening to cloud his mind over the humiliation of having his clothes stolen and the gall of this mortal to try and order him around.

Taking a moment to calm himself, letting his naked body take in the cool breeze to help, breathing in the pure air of this deserted planet...

"GET DOWN HERE CHUBBY!"

And then Champa lost it, eyes growing bloodshot with rage as he roared in anger and gathered his power to destroy this damn planet... only to find he could not; It was not like he lost his powers, more like he could not muster the focus and aggression necessary to wield his godly powers of destruction.

Needless to say the feline was incredibly freaked out by this, starting to sweat despite the cold air.

"LAST CALL, GET DOWN HERE AND I WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING, MAKE ME YELL AGAIN AND YOU'll GET NOTHING FROM ME."

Champa shook his head, banishing any thoughts of leaving this damn place, not wanting to waste this opportunity, not to mention that his ego would not allow him to turn tail and run regardless.

"I'M COMING!" He called back into the valley below before taking flight, finding he could still harness his godly powers in less destructive regards, in the blink of an eye the fat cat was standing in front of a sizeable old dojo built a mossy alcove, a natural stone hot spring in front of it, and a trail leading into the woods.

But what most caught his eye was the teacher himself (he assumed); A rat, his old age evident by his grey fur and the wrinkles noticeable in his face even through his fur, the visage made even older by the ancient's bush eyebrows and mustache, and yet despite all that the rat had an athletic and perfectly sculpted body one would expect to see on a much younger person.

Champa got to take in the full view of the teacher's body, as the rat wore nothing but a belt and a loincloth, though the noticeable bulge indicated the rodent was quite endowed in that regard as well, the beginnings of a darker furred happy trail leading down to the belt, drawing the view down there along with the natural shape of the muscles.

"Like what you see, eh?" The rat's gravelly voice snapped Champa out, making the god realize he had been starring straight at the (older? Champa was very old even if his body did not show it, but appearances or not, he got the feeling the man in front of him was far older regardless) man's crotch since he landed.

"Quitella talked you up a lot but all I see is a perverted old man" The god quickly said, trying to provoke the old man, see what he was made of.

"All the best teachers and masters are perverted, or have you not heard of the likes of Rochi from earth?... pity he is a human" the rat replied, catching Champa off guard before quickly continuing, stepping forward as he did.

"Thankfully my wards keeps anything I dislike away, such as humans or those far too similar to them to my liking... and your clothes, or anything else I want gone from my guests" He smiled, now standing inches from Champa, the rat actually taller than the god, having to look down slightly.

"And it also keeps you from destroying my home in a childish tantrum"

The feline was so angry he did not even notice him lash out with a full power punch at the rodent, or how fast the old master moved, redirecting the blow upwards, the strength from it opening a hole in the clouds; Next thing he knew, Champa was laying on his back on the floor, looking up at the sky and getting a peek under the rat's loincloth, the sweaty balls and thick uncut dick as the rat lifted a foot and slammed it down on the god's chest, somehow pinning him to the ground without using any strength at all.

"Of course, now that your training is about to begin I won't be needing it to keep you in check, my own body is more than enough to control and discipline you, naughty kitty" Even as he says that, the rat starts to openly ogle at Champa's body, his whip like tail moving to tickle and examine the feline's genitals

The rat's tail prodded at the long foreskin of the rather sizeable uncut cock, the rat was still bigger, but the 'trunk' the feline was packing was indeed impressive "fitting for a god, if a bit disappointingly lacking in 'battlemarks' as I call them" the rat said, shifting his foot slightly and pressing a toe down on Champa's nipple, a shock running through the god's body that left him all tingly; At the same time, his shift exposed more of his uncut cock, his own 'battlemarks' in display in the form of very old looking shit stains and an odd bit of dried scat or another.

"Nice balls too, only thing missing from them are some nice ball hairs, and some crotch hair in general but... your kind of feline doesn't grow body hair from what I understand... what a pity"

Without another word the rat moved back with amazing swiftness, hands about his waist in a casual manner as he looked down at the god and smirked, igniting Champa's rage again.

The god tried to fire a Ki blast at the rat only to miss and find himself spinning in the air; He feels his opponent whip like tail wrap around his leg and then pull him to the ground, slamming the god down on his belly, that same tail darted at his body, poking him in multiple pressure points, robbing Champa of his strength and making his movements sluggish.

"Angry kitty, aint we? Now, let's see how you fare back here" the rat crouches, giving the feline's fat ass a big slap, licking his muzzle as he watches that fat butt ripple from it.

"w-wait wait wait! You're not-" Champa said, looking over his shoulder and trying to get to his feet, only succeeding in getting on all fours right on time for the rodent to give another slap and grab his hips, cutting the feline's pleadings off.

"Oh, I will... had you been less of a show off and more patient I'd settle for just using a finger... since kitty needs to get tamed, I will give you the full course inspection instead!... but if you show some humility, I will at the least grace you with some lube"

Champa grit his teeth, struggling to call on his godly powers only to fail so miserably that all he got out of it was letting out a a bubbling, but rippling fart in the rat's face, which only seemed to rile the rodent up more.

"I'll... I... fuck, please lube me up, I admit I acted harshly" he lets out through gritted teeth.

"And egotistical" the rat adds, waiting for the feline to repeat it.

"A-and egotistical" once more, through gritted teeth.

"And you will behave and follow my orders and teachings from now on, until your training is finished" the old man once more added, slowly massaging Champa's ass and sniffing at his butt; The massage was rather pleasant, not that the god would admit it.

"A-and I w-will behave and follow your orders and teachings... S-sensei" the feline finally let out, relaxing his jaw a tiny bit.

"Good!" is all the rat says before shoving his face down, getting on his knees as he pushed his nose against Champa's taint, slowly licking up from it up to the god's tigh dark purple asshole, giving it a deep, deep wet kiss, slurping all over.

The god mewed in pleasure like a feral kitten, entire body shaking as he had his asshole played with for the first time in his life.

With a noisy and heavy slurping noise the old man pulls back from his anal kiss, sucking on that pucker as he does, finishing it all with a wet pop.

"Hmm, disappointingly clean, with how fat you are I expected something better... but maybe I just need to get your insides moving" The rat says while patting Champa's ass with one hand, moving his loincloth aside with another, the feline not even having to ask what the rodent meant as he soon felt the very warm, pulsing huge cock of the old master plopping down between his cheeks, like a hotdog in a bun (Funny enough, Champa knew and cared little for sex, so he had no idea his mental view of this was very close to the actual term for what the rat was doing).

"T-that is too big!" he squeals, wide eyed as he looked over his shoulder and slowly started to struggle again.

"That's too big... what?" the rat said smugly, moving his hips slowly back and forward, prodding his cock against the base of Champa's tail before pulling back and aiming it at the god's anus.

"That's too big senSEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!" The feline's yell echoes through the valleys along with a loud, heavy, wet slap as the old master shoved his cock all the way in with one violent thrust, balls slapping against the big purple god behind with gusto.

"Hmmm, while I do enjoy your screams, I don't like what I'm feeling right now... in right to the hilt but I don't feel the delightful warmness of poop on my dick... We'll have to fix this next time, student" he punctuates it with a short pull out and heavy thrust.

"F-fuck, sure, whatever" Champa says, torn between pain and pleasure, to be honest he was very disgusted by the thought of having to 'fix it', the fat cat actually being quite the squeamishly clean type when it came to bodily fluids and things, still he was at disadvantage here, and the big old man cock pressing right against his prostate was not helping.

"Ahem!" the rat cleared his troath, pulling his hips back slowly.

"S-sensei" Champa added in embarrassment, biting his cheek as he was rewarded with a hard and precise thrust hammering into his prostate, and another, and another; The old master had started to fuck him in earnest and the feline could do nothing but moan and let his fat body ripple with every thrust as pleasure overcame pain and his own hard cocked swing beneath his body, hitting his belly with every thrust, leaking pre all over the stone floor.

"That's a good kitty" The rat smirked as he spoke up, not showing the slightest strain in his voice from the vicious pounding he was giving the god, even as he bent down to whisper in his new pupil's ear.

"And you can keep being a good kitty by doing something for me when I finish" his gravelly voice taking a hoarse tone as he whispered, his muscular body pressed to the feline's back, his thrusts becoming shorter but no less strong; each word out of the old master's muzzle send tingles through Champa, causing the god to reach his orgasm, mewing pathetically as he shot load after load on the ground

"Make music for me, when I pull out, like you did earlier when I was playing with your butt... you can do that, can't you kitty?"

"D-do you mean?..." the feline pants out in between mews of pleasure.

"Oh... yes... yes I do..." and then, the rat hilted himself inside the bitch of destruction, shooting his own load; He could go for longer, shoot multiple loads if needed, but he was going to keep this simple for now, it was his students first day, besides, he far preferred to go all out when having filthy fun instead.

The two stayed in relative silence for a moment, only Champa's low mews and moans lightly echoing through the air as the two enjoyed their orgasms; The silence was broken by a loud chuckle from the Rat.

"Are you ready my student? Keep in mind that If you fail to live up to my request, you shall be punished"

Champa remained silent but nodded weakly.

"Good..." Slowly the old man started to pull out with a loud wet squelching noise.

"Very good" he said to punctuate things as his cockhead bobbed free, spreading some fresh jizz over the god's buttcheeks, which were soon pushed together as he placed his muzzle right against the purple-red-ish cheeks.

To the credit of the embarrassed freshly bred god, he did not need to be prodded into doing as he had been told; Just a short moment of effort and his cheeks startled to ripple as a wet, drowned brapping noise started to come up.

Champa was farting out the jizz filling his bowels, eyes shut, facing the floor as he made the effort to empty his bowels of gas and cum, making a spectacle of wet and burbling noises that became louder as the rat let go of his cheeks; The old master eagerly opening his mouth as the farting noise became louder and his own cum was ejected out in burbling geysers, making sure to get as much as he could in his waiting maw, even as he took mental note of how disgustingly clean it looked and tasted to him.

To finish it all the rodent gave a slurp right at the cat's asshole, as he noticed the melodious noises of the fart start to die down; Ending it all with a noisy muzzle lick as he got up and stepped away from the exhausted Champa, the god falling to the floor on his belly, covered in sweat and panting from the experience.

An eternity seemed to go by for Champa as he slowly gathered himself, finally bracing and climbing to his feet only to be met with the rat holding out something to him, right to his face.

"Uh... what is this?... Sensei" He asks, still feeling too tired to try and put the rodent in his place (and also suspecting the rat's wards would probably prevent that, still it was a conscious effort to fight back his ego)

"A buttplug student... you really are a virgin when it comes to not being on top and actually having fun with sex, aren't you?" the rat smirked and juggled the buttplug with one hand for a bit; the thing a grey-ish black color, incredibly shiny looking too, and from the juggling the feline guessed it was a bit softer than it looked; And he had to keep his mind focused there to not let the damn rodent's barbs get to him, keep his mind busy.

"Our training will continue after tomorrow, you are to 'wear' this until then... also, while I am fine with Sensei, I personally prefer master or teacher... if you are good enough of a student I may even let you know my name" The rat, Master, Champa made a conscious effort to mentally note down, juggled the buttplug a bit more before throwing it towards the god, who dexterously caught it despite his exhaustion and his surprise at how firm and rugged it felt.

"Also, I did promise you some explanations... This entire pocket dimension is under the effect of a powerful ward I freely control" he started, making a deliberate decision to leave the details of what the ward exactly was out "I use it to keep anything I dislike out, as I previously mentioned, but I can also use it to do things such as turn you mortal, or as close as you get... it will remain in effect during our entire training, since we need to work you up from the basics."

The rat continued, seemingly oblivious or not caring about the sheer shooting through Champa, the god struggling a bit to come to terms with the power this old rat apparently held, much less that he was currently basically mortal; Master noticed how shock the feline was, stopping his speech and rolling his eyes, though an amused smirk remained planted on his muzzle.

"Wake up kitty, otherwise I might not bother giving you a roof to stay under during our training." He said, adding a finger snap to help the feline wake back up, quickly pointing at the plug when he noticed his student was paying attention again.

"Put it in, now... I can help if you desire" he commanded in the smuggest, demeaning tone possible.

Champa grit his teeth, biting back a venomous reply, casually placing the plug on the ground and crouching over it, struggling with his weight quite a bit as he tried to reach down to somehow get it up his ass; the godly feline trying and failing to hide his sexual inexperience.

But, Teacher was there to help as he had offered, but by help he had in mind something along the lines of kicking Champa's legs from under him, causing the cat to sit down painfully on the plug, the toy slipping in with a queefing noise as some remaining gas escaped from the sudden penetration, quickly followed by a loud string of curses from the god, who looked like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum with how he sat down on the ground with legs splayed to the sides.

After a few moments of waiting it to be over the teacher casually walked around Champa, showing up in the god's field of view again holding two cups of tea, offering his new pupil one, the sulking feline taking it after a bit of hesitation, needing something to parch his throat after all the yelling, mewing and moaning he did earlier.

Mid drink the cat almost spit it all out as teacher casually spoke up.

"You don't have to worry; yours don't have any laxatives like mine..." He gulped down his cup while Champa choked for a bit.

"Since you been a good kitty, I decided to move up next training session to tomorrow morning... You will be given a place to stay and plenty of food... but you are forbidden from removing that plug until our said training session"

"B-but, what if I..." Champa was hit by a sudden realization.

"Yes, that's right... your training here kitty, will be built around that" the rat says, a grin forming on his face.

"Welcome to the sexual school of scatological arts! The best martial arts style to humiliate your opponent and avoid humiliation yourself... by shedding oneself from shame!" the rodent says, spreading his arms wide, throwing his cup away.

It was only now that Champa realized the dojo was adorned with that text, as well as carvings and hanging scrolls showing many filthy acts, his only response to it all being to internally curse and blame quitella for it while muttering.

"What did that damn mouse get me into..."

... Later that same night.

Champa lay on his side, fidgeting uncomfortably from the buttplug up his ass, but also due to what lay in front of him: A full course banquet, kept fresh with whatever power that old bastard had at his disposal.

The god had been given a very nice and spacious cottage atop one of the many cliffs that adorned the landscape of the planet; Furnished with all the comforts a mortal might want... except a bathroom, with no cleaning or 'relief' apparatuses of any kind; The cottage also coming with dining room 'magically' filled with the most delicious smelling foods, the kind Champa would waste no time gobbling down normally, but he was paranoid.

He knew the old bastard was into nasty shit (literally), He knew the old bastard expected him to fill his bowels for tomorrow by over-eating, And he just fucking KNEW the food was tainted somehow; His belly grumbled and he kept drooling as he lay in the sofa, looking at the food... maybe a bite wouldn't hurt... NO, he had to remain strong!

That is basically how the cat's night went, constantly struggling to resist eating, laying around, walking side to side impatiently, fighting the uncomfortable sensation in his bowels; To his defense, the god hung in there for quite a bit but he eventually the 'floodgates' opened as he tried out some divine smelling and, as he soon found out, tasting sausage links that did nothing but break the remainder of his (surprisingly weak) willpower; As morning came, all the food was gone and the feline snored happily, laying on his side on the sofa.

He would promptly fall of that sofa as a booming call echoed inside the cottage.

"STUDENT! TIME TO WAKE UP!"

Champa yelping as he fell, almost pushing the plug out with sheer shock, the entire overwhelming feeling amplified as the feline felt the presence of many (weak) living forms all around him, also hearing the chatter and noises of wildlife; Wildlife that was nowhere to be seen or sensed in his first day here.

More of the rat's torment of him, he thought while groaning and getting up, stumbling out of the cottage while holding his fat belly, feeling his bowels heavy, cursing that damn plug as he stepped outside to find the rat waiting.

"Hello there, hope you had a good sleep" The rat says smugly, petting some kind of feral donkey alien thing before sending it away.

"Hope your senses where not overwhelmed this morning, When you arrived I hid the presence of my world's inhabitants to prevent distractions, but you must start getting used to them" Teacher said in a vaguely sarcastic tone.

And Teacher was being partially sarcastic, the rat using his amazing wards, whatever they truly where, to do as he said, albeit his reasoning had been to mess with Champa from the start, all part of his training, he would say if confronted.

"Now, shall we get to our next session, or would you rather hike back down to the dojo?" He continued with the sarcastic tone, putting special emphasis on 'hike' to remind the god he was effectively as weak as a mortal right now.

"Let's just get to it... teacher" He responded through gritted teeth, glaring at the rodent, his bowels burbling loudly as he did.

"Ah right, you're all plugged up, aren't you?" Teacher casually comments, pretending he forgot as the cat nods angrily, reaching behind himself to grab at his butt..

"Can't quite reach the plug, can you kitty? We definitely gotta work your flexibility if you are to make proper use of that glorious ass.. but for now, squat and push it out" the rodent continues, bringing a finger up to his muzzle, then pointing it at Champa and then finally at the ground.

"What!?" Is Champa's simple response.

"You heard me, since you refuse to use your brains and figure out how you could reach it..." he said, making up an excuse for fun, when he planned to have the feline do this from the start.

"You're going to push it out as if it were a nice shit... or what, you're worried you're going to stain it with all that poop in your bowels?"

Champa is speechless, the god can only glare at the rat, who fails to hold back his mocking laughter at his pupil's expression, said laughter finally gives the cat words.

"Are you even going to train me!?" He exclaims "or did that worthless mouse send me to one of his kin to get humiliated and nothing else!" he hisses at the older man.

"Technically, both" Teacher says, suddenly completely serious, arms behind his back.

"Quitella is not my kin, but a very recent former student of mine... you may find some pleasure in knowing he went through as much as you are going now, and that you will still experience... though he wasn't as fast in breaking and asking what the point of everything was" He starts to walk around Champa, noticing the cat's cock got half hard from even hearing that Quitella was humiliated too.

"And my teachings are legitimate... when facing an opponent who can match you in physical and technical prowess, one must go outside the box, my scatological and sexual arts are not only for fun, but to humiliate and break opponents, the fun you have during it... and by the time we are over you will be having fun, is just a bonus."

The god just stood there, staring at the rat incredulously with an expression that could only be described as 'brain rebooting' as he tried to process the mental image of Quitella's training, the lewd shit going on actually being useful and the complete change in posture and seriousness of the rodent.

"Alright... fine, my head hurts too much trying to even picture this being useful, so gonna give this a few days I guess" the cat said, mostly to himself, only to get a powerful slap to the belly that made it wiggle and his bowels move, the feline yelping and almost falling back, as he had started to squat when the slap came.

"You're forgetting something at the end of your sentence, student" The rat said more like a grammar teacher than... whatever he qualified as, really.

"I guess... teacher" Champa says, growling and squatting down, only to look up at his teacher doing a 'turn around' motion with his hand, the god groaning and getting back up just enough to turn around and squat with his ass towards the rodent, his body already starting to get covered in sweat due to this madness.

"Good kitty" He heard the gravelly voice of his teacher, putting his hands on the floor, taking a position almost like a sumo wrestler at the start of a match, grunting as he made an effort to push out the plug, hoping against hope he did not shit himself during the process, knowing very well it was likely what the rat wanted.

Slowly but surely the plug started to be pushed out, the Teacher 'helping' by gently putting his hands on the god's big purple cheeks and spreading them, the feline shivering at his touch but otherwise not giving it much thought or reaction, his own mind occupied picturing Quitella going through this and other humiliating things, shocking even himself as he feels a hint of arousal at the thought of the damn mouse shitting himself.

The rat slowly let go of the god's cheeks as he watched, drooling, as the god's asshole pulsed, slowly pushing the plug out inch by inch, a low squelching wet noise ringing in the rodent's ears, making his cock harden; Slowly but surely the hardest, bigger part of the plug was pushed out, a wet pop loudly bringing Champa out of his stupor as the plug was literally shitted out, followed by a light, silent fart, a bit of shit flakes coming along with it.

"Yes... yes... very good kitty, very good!" Teacher said, excitedly holding the plug by its base, having caught it as it fell, bringing it up for champa to look at; The tip of the black sex toy covered in brown, if slightly yellow-ish, shit, the smell absolutely unbearable for Champa, but the rodent could not get enough of it, sniffing deeply.

"Y-yes teacher... what comes next" Champa asked, trying to hide the arousal from his earlier fantasies, looking away from the plug... and falling on his ass at what the rat says next.

"You must lick it clean!" The rat proclaims, pushing the plug in the god's face, the feline wincing and backing up slightly.

"And no, before you argue, I am not kidding and I won't accept any argument against it... now, put your arms behind your back, lean forward and LICK it, lick it until its shining clean" the rodent continues, glaring at Champa, who can do nothing but grunt, close his eyes and slowly open his mouth, thong slowly being pushed out... and the plug gets pushed against it.

The cat all but jumps back, gagging and sputtering, reaching for his mouth to try and wipe his tongue, only to be stopped by the teacher; The rodent had appeared behind Champa in a flash, grabbing his arms, pulling them back and wrapping them with his tail, squeezing them tight and keeping them in place as he wraps an arm around the gods neck, his bulge poking at the fat cat's behind.

"Now now, don't be squeamish, things will only be more 'disgusting' from here on out" the rodent said smugly, having to hold back his laughter as he thought back to the food the feline had gorged on last night... every last bit of it had been inside his ass or otherwise mixed with his excrement, but his gluttonous pupil did not notice the taste or bat an eye at any of it.

As the rodent got distracted with his own thoughts, the buttplug he pushed against Champa's muzzle smeared some shit on the feline's nose and mouth, causing him to gasp for air as the smell hit him, the plug's tip going in, earning a disgusted groan as the god's tongue made contact with the shit-smeared sex toy; And that was it for the cat, having that plug shoved in his mouth and forced to slobber all over it as he unwillingly licked and tasted the rancid, heavy taste... It made his body slump in defeat, this was one 'battle' he had lost, and lost in the most pathetic way possible.

The god shut his eyes and just started to lap at the plug, shivering at each lick as he mentally begged for it to be over, his Teacher slowly letting go of his grip and moving the plug around to make sure his pupil licked every inch of it clean; And Champa did lick it clean and then some, his feline tongue scraping against the plug, making the entire experience pure torture for him... except for a tiny tiny spark in the furthest reaches of his mind, that tiny spark suggesting this might be enjoyable, that he might even have to bring himself to enjoy it, if he were to last dealing with this hellish 'training'.

Teacher could not help but laugh as he finally tried to take the plug away only for Champa to involuntarily follow it with his head for a tiny bit; The rodent snapping his fingers in front of the feline's face to bring him out of it before making a show of juggling the plug, grabbing it with his tail and shoving it up his own ass, discarding his loincloth in the same motion.

"Now, since you were such an eager and hungry kitty there, I will hold back on the more... disgusting parts of training, the only scat to get involved will be coming from you... If you know what's good for you" He says with a chuckle before continuing.

"Today, we will do overall anal training, begging with an actual examination, unlike last time, to see your limits, then afterwards we are going to engage in the use of multiple toys and exercises to train your ass to be loose and tight at the same time, like mine" he winks at Champa, starting to walk around the god, mostly to show off his own body.

"Depending on your overall performance, I will adjust tomorrow's training accordingly, and may also include more advanced, but not filthy, lessons in today's session." He finishes with a slap to the cat's fat behind, followed by massaging it slowly.

The god tries to talk, to reply, but all he can get out is a gag as he opens his mouth, shutting his muzzle tight, gritting his teeth as he nods weakly, glaring at the rodent all the while, sweating profusely as he waited for the damn rat to move on with his torture.

"Now, dear student... lay down on your belly, then lift your ass up and spread your legs... and stay in that position for the duration of my examination." Teacher instructs, stepping back and pointing to a grassy patch of the floor.

Champa grumbles, but obeys, bracing himself on the floor, lifting his back and spreading his legs, belly and ass jiggling as he does so; It does take his Teacher clearing his troath for him to lift his little tail, rolling his eyes as he does and yelping as the rodent spanks him once more, following with a finger shoved deep inside the god's anus.

"Hmm, still tight despite that plug all night, that is good" The rat comments to himself as he wiggles his middle finger inside Champa, trying to shove another finger in, finding resistance as he does "Very tight indeed, but lacking in the elasticity a proper asshole needs, no wonder it hurt so much to put the plug in, and why it was so hard to push out"

The rodent manages to push three fingers in, using them to stretch and play with the dark purple pucker, enjoying the feeling as his fingers get coated in the god's scat, despite Champa trying to resist the urge to shit that the fingers caused, something that did not escape the rat's notice.

"Hmm, far from being able to handle my whole fist, much less both of my arms" Teacher says out loud, getting a nervous "WHAT!" from the feline.

"That's for later, now!" He continues, pulling his fingers out with a small pop and wastes no time stepping in front of Champa and crouching down, pushing his shit covered fingers in the feline's face.

"Give them a suck, student... and no complaining, you already licked that plug clean, this is much less." He waits for the god to open his mouth to reply before just shoving his fingers in, wriggling them around and petting the cat with his free hand.

"Suck" He continues as he feels Champa try to bite down on his fingers, only to find his aggression drained again, the feline slobbering all over, glaring up at Teacher before starting to suck and lick at the fingers, the rodent slowly pulling them out in the process until they are once again freed with a pop, this time a loud wet one, saliva and wet shit dribbling down the god's muzzle.

"W-what's ne-" Before Champa could even finish speaking, he went slack jawed at seeing the rat hungrily take the saliva and shit remains covered fingers and suck on them hungrily himself, his fingers coming out fully clean this time.

"This is how it's done Kitty... and up next... Anal and endurance training!" The rodent now, seeming by magic, held in one hand a different plug, this one having a weird knob at its based and a chain attached to it from which hung a massive dumbbell; In his other hand he held a huge bowl.

Champa could only sigh and rub his head as it started to pound in pain from the dread of whatever came next.

?Jaunty training montage song?

The first training of the day had the god standing on his tippy toes atop a pole, his teacher shooting darts at the weight hanging from his ass as the feline struggled to keep his balance while at the same time masturbating furiously, trying to aim his loads at the bowl that lay some distance away on the ground.

His load misses and he ends up falling off the pole on the waiting pile of animal dung below.

?jaunty tune about trying to not throw up?

The second training of the day had a still shit covered, sweaty Champa dragging a huge log up a mountain using only his ass, the weight that was tied replaced with a chain tied to the log; Teacher walking up behind him with a gigantic dildo that would supposedly go up his ass if he let the plug slip from his ass, the god wasn't willing to risk finding out.

?tune continues, this time about pains in the ass?

The final training of the day had Champa once again masturbating into the bowl, this time while dodging distractions and blows from the rodent; completely failing to get even a drop in, instead only succeeding in shitting out the plug and a big fat log of shit as he got hit in the belly one too many times..

?tune slowly dies down?

Champa panted, laying on his back in the dirty mountain floor, right next to his own log of shit and the plug, body covered in sweat and the dried of scat from his earlier fall; His eyes were shut, his body ached and he felt like shit, fully experiencing an exhaustion he had not felt in ages... He really hated whatever that fucking ward was, keeping him mortal-like.

"W-weren't y-yo-you s-supp-posed to t-take it easy t-today?" the god stammers out as he senses the rodent walk over him, the rat replying with a simple "hmm hmm" and crouching to examine Champa's shit log.

After what seemed like an eternity the teacher spoke again "That was me taking it easy, but if you're complaining..." the rat turns around, holding Champa's solidified shit log in his (slightly glowing) hand.

"I can give you a taste of what's to come." He finished with a deranged grin, Champa regretting that he even opened his eyes to look up at the rodent.

"Normally it takes days of proper preparation for a log of shit like this to become solid and yet flexible enough to be used as I am about to... or such extreme control over one's body that you can shit them out in such a state, by the time we are done you will have such control" As he speaks, the rodent crouches down and forces the god's mouth open, shoving the turd log hard down it, all but planting it down, the log standing straight up in the groaning and gagging's god muzzle.

"IF you try to bite it, this will only get worse, now, keep it steady until I tell you otherwise" Teacher said, throwing his loincloth aside, cock slowly getting hard as he lowered himself onto the hardened turd, teabagging Champa in the process.

His smelly, hairy balls plop down on the cat's face, drooping over his nose and onto his eyes, then pulled back as he lifts himself, then down again; Champa keeps his focus on that, and specifically that as he actually found it kind of hot (though he wish he was the one doing it) trying to ignore the turd being lightly thrust in and out of his troath by the rodent's movements, trying to pin his raging erection on the musky balls on his face and not the turd in his mouth, trying and failing.

Try as he might to deny it, after the tiresome training, after the humiliation he went through yesterday and today, something had started to 'click' in his head, something that made him think this wasn't as bad as he originally felt, that the taste and feel of this might actually be kind of nice and hot... But he denied it, shoving those feelings down deep, like the turgid, earthly tasting turd log sunk down his throat and into Teacher's shapely toned ass...

Despite his extreme exhaustion, one of the feline's hands soon found itself Shakely grabbing his hard dick, another slowly inching closer to the turd log.

*smack*

Teacher slaps it away, laughing as he clenches his butt just the right amount, showing extreme amount of control as he slowly lifts up, taking the turd log with him.

"Finally coming along to my lessons, pupil?" he smugly says, looking down at Champa, his own hard dick pulled to the side so he could look the feline in the eyes; All the while the slick saliva covered turd dripped down on the god's face, some strands of saliva still lingering between his mouth and the turd.

"Turn around, ass up" the rodent commands, stepping to the side, still keeping the turd clenched solidly in his asshole; Champa doesn't even argue, just lets out an exausthed sigh and flips himself over, fat butt jiggling in the air, covered in shit, dirt and grass.

"Be glad, at the least, this log of yours is not as thick as my dick" the rat says before laughing out loud and giving his huge cock a few strokes, he wasn't lying.

"Now, do give me a hand... spread those cheeks of yours and give me a nice fart, hopefully you have some nice oily shit still in you to help lube you up." Teacher continues in a mocking tone, whipping at the god's ass with his tail.

Champa just grunts and reaches back with some struggle, pulling his asscheeks apart, a few moments and some groans later, his purple pucker starts to wink as he pushes his bowels, a rasping wet fart coming out soon after, flinging some scat around and pushing out a muddy oily load, just as the rat had predicted.

Said rat wasted no further words, cutting the fart short by plunging himself down, using the turd log as a double sized dildo, shooting some pre over Champa's back as he forcefully hilts the log inside the feline and himself, the two's butts touching, the feeling eliciting a shiver through the feline's body followed by a moan.

And then the rat started really going, hard and fast; He was basically doing squats, but he showed no signs of having issue with it, crossing his arms and letting his cock bob as he went up and down at increasingly faster speeds, loud and progressively wetter *plap plap* sounds drowning everything else.

Champa drooled and moaned like a bitch, claws digging into the ground, grabbing handfuls of grass and dirt as Teacher went faster and faster, once again showing incredible skill in hammering the cat's prostate.

"A-ah, harder teacher, harder... messier" The god whines out, voice slowly turning into a whisper as the older male riding him laughed out loud.

"What was that student?" He asks proudly, getting a whine and a burbling wet fart from Champa in return, the mushy wet shit squelching against the hardened log, making it soften as it and the sweat from the cat's fat ass mixed with it.

*PLAP* one last loud wet noise as the log broke down, turning fully mushy; The rat sitting on Champa's ass and shooting his load all over the god's back as the feline painted the ground between his legs with his own jizz.

And then there was a moment of silence, only the god's panting to be heard; This moment ended as Teacher stepped up and relaxed his backside, letting his half of the shit log slide down right in front of Champa, along with some fresh scat of his own.

"Eat, then head home and rest for our next training."

"urgh, s-still not used t-to th-the idea of ea-eating sh-shit" Is all Champa manages to get out.

"And yet you enjoyed last night's meal" the Rat chuckles, crouching down to pet Champa before walking away while talking "All of that came from my ass in one way or another, as you will learn in the final stages of your training, ha ha ha"

And so the rat walks off, laughing his ass off; The cat can do nothing but huff and extend his tongue to lick at the shit in front of him.

That night a filthy Champa sat inside his cottage, looking at all the delicious food; He kept staring for what felt like hours... And then something flipped inside him.

The feline eagerly started to eat, knowing full well where the food had been, his cock even started to get hard again at the idea; He was too tired to keep mentally arguing with himself.

Next morning a grumpy and sore cat-god calmly and silent went to his training, not needing prodding from the rat to bend over and spread his cheeks.

"Good kitty" the rodent says, wasting no time moving over and prodding a finger inside the feline, then another, then a full fist; It was a tight fit, but the fist still managed to slowly push in, going as deep as the forearm, each inch pushed in making Champa shiver, his asshole wink around the arm; After a long while of slowly trying to push more in the rodent starts to pump in and out slowly, at the least until he hears something unexpected from his student.

"Master please... This way I'll be too spent for training" said in the most submissive and whiny tone the god could muster... The rodent did not know if he should be elated or annoyed that the feline was breaking so fast.

"Very well" Is all the teacher says as he pulls back his fist in a rough motion, causing Champa to scream in pain and pleasure, his hole left gaping and shit-leaking.

"Time to start today's training!" the rodent says, once again holding a weighted plug and a bowl in his hands, pulled from apparently thin air.

Champa gathered himself and reached for the plug... He was going to do better this time.

?Jaunty tune starts only to suddenly cut out?

Training had started the same as yesterday, but through cheer determination (and maybe a lil bit of magic cheating) Champa was doing much better, but things suddenly took a turn that threw the god for a Loop; Right as He finished getting his third load in the bowl, out of 5, while properly keeping his balance, teacher just suddenly called an end to the session and left, no further instructions, nothing.

The god can't help but get anxious, his thoughts a jumbled mess as part of him believed he outsmarted the teacher somehow, another worried that he had been a disappointment (going full sunk cost fallacy in its logic as to why that was bad), yet another dreaded that this might be just a foul test and the rat would return with something new and absolutely depraved to subject the cat to.

Without even noticing it, the destructive deity just kept doing the same training as yesterday, at the least those he could do alone; He focused his mind on it and trying to drown out all the thoughts, chiding himself for letting the rodent manipulate his feelings so easily but not actively fighting against it, or the intrusive desires to engage in filthy acts, see if he could get more used to them (he reasoned).

That's how he ended up training regardless all day to the rodent's sly amusement, teacher had not actually planed on that, just to mess with his head a bit while he prepared today's special training, but he was pleased with how things went, as was evident by his shit eating grin as he greeted Champa atop the mountain, licking his lips as the feline shits out the plug out of his ass, the heavy logs it was attached to sliding down the mountainside a bit as a result.

"Must have worked quite the hunger there, pupil" Teacher says in a happy tone, stepping to the side to reveal a dinner table placed down in the open with empty plates arranged on it.

"Yes... I guess... Whats up with all this?... Teacher?" Champa says, panting slightly as he walks up to the table, rubbing a hand on his sweaty, muddy (as in old shit mixed with sweat) belly, the fat rippling some as his stomach growls.

"The way you shall surpass your brother, and have fun in the process" the rat smirks and walks around the table before continuing.

"You two are quite the food lovers, so what more fitting way to settle your rivalry than something food related" As he walked and talked the rodent made strange symbols with his hand, slamming his hand down on the dinner table as he finishes, an entire extensive kitchen with tons of ingredients appearing behind him; Champa's only reaction to this being to let his mouth gape open.

"What? I told you pupil, this is my world, my domain, I can do with it as I see fit... Regardles" He gestures to the piled up ingredients, from fruits and vegetables to meats and other assorted ingredients.

"And since you've taken to the training today, I decided to speed up our schedule some... I shall teach you to cook so that you may challenge your sibling to a competition of this nature... with some sly rules of course" The rodent's muzzle slowly breaks into a wide shit eating grin.

"You will learn how to cook with your body, and with scat, so that you may disgust and humiliate your sibling into submission while making perfectly edible and delicious food in the process!" Teacher spreads his arms wide as he speaks.

"B-but how!?" Is all the god is able to stutter out.

"Why, the same ways I prepared your meals of course, or did you forget my comments yesterday that every bit of food you ate had been inside me or otherwise had shit mixed in? That was no joke or attempt to shake you, after all!" Well, it had been meant to shake him, but no joke.

"Select two dishes you wish to try, and I shall select two others, I shall teach you how to use your chi and body to cook them!" The rodent finishes with a sweeping motion towards the pile of ingredients.

Champa had to take a moment or two to parse what was going on, but when he finally shut his gaping maw and whipped the drool from his muzzle he pointed to the ingredient pile "D-do you have the ingredients for a pudding?... Teacher?"

The rodent smiled and replied "whatever ingredients you can imagine, I have them, so take your pick".

... A short while later the two men stood in front of one of the cooking tables, ingredients set apart, from Champa's selection there were some hotdogs and buns, as well as a pudding mix for vanilla pudding (which took the cat an embarrassingly long time to get right); For teacher's selection there were about a dozen eggs and some nice baggetes with every relish one could want on a sandwich, but no meats.

"So... Teacher... Where do we start?" Champa asks, rubbing his belly nervously while eyeing all the ingredients.

"First and foremost, I shall teach you to use Chi in such a way to make your body a living kitchen" The rat spoke, not even waiting for questions before grabbing 3 eggs and starting to juggle them, slapping the feline on the ass with his whip like tail and nodding with his head as a means to tell them to get on top of the table; The god nervously climbing on and spreading his cheeks without even having to be ordered, guessing where this was going.

"Now, this is a quick test... keep your ass and bowels relaxed, try not to break the egg, take it deep inside you and keep it there" As he speaks the rodent slowly starts to push one of the eggs in, making sure to use his own Chi to fortify it so it was harder to break; Slowly but surely it went in with a squelch, some buttjuice and a bit of oily scat leaking out.

"Stand up but keep the egg in your mind's eye, focus on not breaking it, focus your Chi around it... " Even as he spoke, Teacher eagerly grabbed the remaining eggs and, turning his backside so Champa could see, slid all 3 inside his bowels without even having to reinforce them, each egg sinking into his puckering anus with a delicious squelch, not a drop of scat or other fluids leaking out.

"Now, watch closely, and sense, feel... My flow of Chi, how I am applying it" The rat said, flexing a bit and giving a sly look over his shoulder, his body starting to slowly get covered in a sheen of sweat.

In the god's eyes, his senses suddenly un-dulled as the wards were seemingly lowered, he saw the flow of energy, saw it all gather in the rat's bowels, saw it get infused in the shitty mess inside him, making the shit mushy and watery, making it hot; The feline could not help but gasp at Teacher's technique, even beyond all the filth and lewdness that got to him, seeing how much precise control the old rodent had over his Chi made Champa swoon with admiration, lust and even perhaps a bit of love.

Through his enhanced senses he could 'see' the Chi form a barrier inside the other male, protecting him from the boiling heat that his shit was hated to, he could feel Chi and natural energies flow through the rat and into the eggs, increasing their nutrition and enhancing their taste, the sight of it washed away what disgust he still head towards all this, filled him with curiosity and desire, enough that his cock had grown rock hard, pulsing with need and leaking pre as he watched the show... Loosing focus on his own bowels for a moment and nearly breaking the egg inside him in the process, only saved by a rebuke from the rat.

"Focus! Even a god can get seriously wounded if they mess up this process!" The rat smacks the feline's side with his tail, Champa coming somewhat back to his senses and nodding before trying to replicate the Chi flow of his master.

Soon the area round them started to steam up as both males sweated profusely and heated up their own bodies, the feline struggling to keep the inner heat from hurting him some, but doing a commendable job with keeping up with the far more experienced rodent; This would last for some 7 or 8 minutes before Teacher would give Champa a command.

"Fetch two bowls, and keep your concentration going while you do so, in a cooking contest you will need to be able to multitask." The rat spoke, face locked in a stoic yet serene expression, as if he wasn't turning his own insides into a filthy furnace; The god on the other hand was gritting his teeth, one eye shut tight as he struggled to keep control while looking for the bowls, quickly finding two deep wooden ones and hurrying to offer them to his teacher, every second he had to actively engage with the world around him feeling like absolute torture.

"Good kitty" The rat says, crouching down to place one under Champa, and another under himself, not even bothering to stand back up, just aligning himself properly and letting it rip in a loud, ripping, burbling fashion, the mostly liquefied shit from his technique coming out with a pop as it pushed out one egg, quickly followed by two other, almost rhythmical, pops as the other two eggs came out, ending in a sputtering slow burble, the bowl filled to the point where it was spilling off the sides.

"So?" He asks, looking up smugly at Champa, the feline struggling to crouch himself while keeping his focus on not breaking the egg, the moment he reaches a full crouch his ass just exploding in a violent torrent of shit, far mushier and more solid than teacher's, still burbling hot too unlike the rat's, the god feeling it on his asshole as his cheeks rippled violently, bracing against the table so he would not fall from the ecstatic and painful sensation.

After the brapping orchestra was done, the only sound for a good moment was the wind and the feline's heavy panting, that moment ending with a 'hup' From teacher as he grabbed both bowls, making sure to shove a finger in the mess inside each, and placed them on the table, whipping his tail against Champa's butt once more.

"Now, student, a challenge... you are to repeat the process with the sausages, while peeling the eggs, you are to keep them inside you until I bring in the buns for you to 'expel' them on... After all, Shit is the absolute best condiment for a hot-dog, well shit and mustard, but we are keeping it simple here." The rat could barely contain his yellow toothed grin, somehow his relaxed attitude made it seem like his hygiene was even worse than Champa had noticed so far, but maybe it was his mind playing tricks after the strange new effort.

The cat god obediently nodded and took a deep breath before turning around and presenting his ass to the rodent, earning a chuckle.

"You know, you need to learn to shove those things in yourself... I mean, I see how that magnificent ass might get in the way, but nothing a little bit of stretching and proper training won't fix" He comments in a joking tone before reaching over to the uncooked hotdogs, hand slightly filthy from the bowls, grabbing a handful and unceremoniously shoving them all in deep inside Champa's purple pucker.

"Now now, make sure you 'suck them in' and keep at it... If you'll excuse me I will go get the Pudding and sandwich mix ready, the former is rather complex, so I will handle the 'cooking' myself while you watch and learn." He added, looking down to see the god struggle to, as ordered, suck the haphazardly shoved sausages up his shit leaking anus, succeeding with a comical wet noise after some effort.

The god grit his teeth and went to work cutting buns while watching his teacher expertly mixing the vanilla pudding mix with one hand, building three or 4 sandwich buns with full relish and condiments with the other, his prehensile whip like tail expertly peeling the hard boiled shitty eggs at the same time.

Champa could not help but swoon a bit, if he was fully honest with himself, he would have realized he had long since given up on resisting, if anything the feline was one good orgasm away from just 'breaking' completely and giving himself to that sexy, sexy talented rat... And in his distraction he ruined a few buns and got a small cut in a thumb, which let to a lack of focus and his bowels burbling painfully.

"Hold on student" the rat casually says right as he finishes his multiple tasks in quick succession, placing the peeled eggs back in the bowl of shit, setting aside the sandwich buns and putting the pudding mix into a baster; Without missing a beat he takes the baster with his tail and starts to give himself a pudding enema, applying his technique once again as he gently guides Champa away from the table lifting a finger in a 'wait a moment' gesture before rushing away and returning with the hotdog buns in his arms, crouching behind his student and pacing one of the buns right next to the god's asshole.

"Go ahead" the rodent says eagerly, Champa ignoring his discomfort while focusing on shitting out a sausage, his lack of control showing as a slurry of shit and two sausages come out going all over the place, though the rodent catches one in the buns and another with his muzzle, eagerly gulping it down as he quickly puts that bun aside and picks two others as the process was repeated, a torrent of shit wet noises and loud farts following until all hotdogs had been expelled, most having been put in buns, one currently hanging from the rat's muzzle.

Soon the hotdogs are neatly arranged in a plate, looking almost like chilly dogs, if not for the foul smell; A smell that is actually making Champa drool a bit, for more that he tried to deny it.

That was quickly followed by the pudding which, through some mastery or magic, did not look like it came straight from the rodent's asshole, it made the god's mouth water even more and, in turn, whine like a kitten towards his teacher, giving a pleading look to get eating.

"hmm, I do need a recharge before the next meal, and you too... go to town kitty!" he smacks Champa's shoulder, quickly grabbing two hotdogs for himself and stepping aside just in time to see the fat cat do exactly as he said and just go crazy eating all the ass-food; Biting into hotdogs and sucking on their 'condiment', open mouth chewing the pudding while taking his time to taste and swallow it; At the least that is how it went at first, soon the god's eating becoming a chaotic mess, his face and chest smeared with shit, saliva and food, his cock rock hard and leaking pre at every big gulp.

Teacher could only chuckle as he watched, slowly masturbating while biting down one of his hotdogs; Once finished he would take a short moment to focus his Chi before going over to the sandwiches he had made, wordlessly placing each on the ground in a straight line, open.

Champa slowed down his messy eating and watched curiously as the rodent crouched over the first bread and... Slowly but surely laid a turd on the buns, the rodent scooting forward inch by inch as the steaming turd came out, winking his asshole shut to cut it off at the right side the moving to the next one; The god was mesmerized, not even noticed as he started masturbating with a pudding and shit stained hand.

Before the feline could blow his load, the rat finished with his task, quickly grabbing one of the shit sandwiches and grabbing the rope of jizz from Champa's sudden orgasm; Without missing a beat he stood face to face with the god, placing the elongated sandwich between them, without a need for words each started to bite a side, chowing down on the turd log filled bread until they met in the middle in a messy kiss.

A few days later, Champa greeted the morning with a brown stained smile; Days of 'training' had completely broken and rebuilt him into a filth loving perv; There was still a tiny voice in the back of his head screaming this was below him, that something was up, but it was drowned out by the loyalty he grew for his teacher and his out of control libido; Today in particular the voice was almost fully silenced, as he had reached the end of his training, all that remained was for teacher to give him the final fisting test (which he was sure he would pass) and then the god would be ready to leave and confront his brother, though a part of him dreaded having to clean up and pretend to be his usual self to lure his skinny sibling into the competition.

Teacher had also promised to finally share his name, Champa was so excited that he knew even touching his cock might cause him to orgasm in anticipation.

By the time the rodent showed up Champa was laying with his ass in the air in a muddy mess of his own making, jizz dirt and shit mixed all over as the cat moaned and looked over his shoulder, something in him clicking as he saw the rodent... Accompanied by Quitella, Rumsshi, that one weird rabbit dude who looked way too much like he was related to Champa and beerus (the god thinks he remembers his name sounding something like Disco) and a bunch other anthropomorphic or alien creatures from across the multiverse, all of which were buck naked and showing visible arousal.

The god's mind started to scream that something was wrong, to question why they were all there, all exposed like this, all salivating at the filth and depravity; But that was quickly silenced with the touch of his teacher, no words exchanged as the rodent knelt behind Champa, gently massaged the feline's cheeks with both hands, bringing them together right next to his asshole, then with firmness and dexterity he started.

Two fingers, three, four, the whole of his left hands, shoving it in deep into the murky shit stained pucker, air quaffing out as it went in all the way to the wrist; Then again with the other hand, two fingers, three... Soon both hands where clasped against each other inside Champa's bowels, and the arms got shoved in, shit and gas burbling out along with moans from the feline as the rat sunk himself all the way to the elbows, putting enourmous pressure on the cat's prostate, all but flicking a switch inside his pupil.

The little existence that remained completely disappeared, Champa's mind was emptied along with his bowels, leaving the god a mewling drooling bitch begging for pleasure.

"My name is Brutus, and you are no longer my pupil, you have completed your training and earned your mastery in the filth arts, befitting one of my agents of corruption" The rat, Brutus, says slowly before pushing his fists deeper in with a brute motion and then slowly pulling his arms out, extending them to the side so those watching could come lick them clean.

"You shall live a life of filth and debauchery as you see fit, but... you must direct any worthy students to me, those who might fit my tastes... and I'd appreciate if you spread my teachings in general as well, though I far prefer doing it personally"

Champa drooled and nodded, barely getting out "Y-yes master Brutus" as he sat up, ass still leaking some shit, but his training allowing him to tighten it back up nicely and stop the flow; Before he could ask any more, Quitella's ass was presented towards him, half a log of shit poking out from his yellow-ish pucker, Champa needing no further encouragement to dig in, shoving his face in there, slurping and sucking on that log and whatever else came out, spreading his legs out and leaving his ass exposed so that one of those Appule aliens could take position, the creature shoving its dick into Champa's messy asshole, which eagerly greeted the alien dick with a torrent of shit.

While this happened, all the others present slowly but surely broke into a massive filthy orgy, Brutus at its center, keeping his eyes on Champa all the while things got chaotic.

After that, things kind of became a blur for Champa, so many males, and the odd female or alien gender, that he could only really keep track of those he personally knew:

His new beloved master, Brutus, was getting the bulk of the action, as far as the feline saw the rodent personally got to fuck the ass of everyone involved, getting his cock coated with layers and layers of shit, his asshole kissed by all (there was even a queue! And of course champa joined) and his arms and legs getting plenty of use and worship too; The crowd treated him more like a god than the actual gods! And as far as Champa's broken mind cared, they were right to!

Rumsshi also got plenty of action, turns out an elephant's fat ass is too irresistible for a bunch of scat lovers; Though as far as his interaction with Champa went it was painful, yet fun, double penetration, the elephant's shit covered dick down Champa's throath, and the pachyderm's prehensile trunk shoved up the feline's ass... the cat could swear he felt them meet in the middle, but maybe he was just delirious due to lack of oxygen.

Quitella kept disappearing into the crowd, after getting his bowels sucked clean by Champa, the mouse would disappear, return covered in shit to use the feline's ass, disappear again and return even filther, this time having the cat clean his dick; This kept on going until Champa passed out from exhaustion.

As for that weird rabbit who may or may not be related to him (definitely not from Champa's side of the family, that's for certain), he apparently had super speed powers, which he used to basically get plenty of action with everyone in the orgy, only stopping to properly worship his master and, at one point, to make a show of putting on his regular tight fitting spandex and making a mess of it.

Of course, the god got plenty of action from all the others too, having his hole fucked by multiple dicks at once, getting to dip his dick in shit too, even some borderline straight action, though he found he rather disliked it; Either way, for him it all ended when he passed out of exhaustion while the orgy was still going, last thing he thought he remembered was the rabbit going uncomfortably fast on his ass.

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Needless to say, that was not the end of things for the feline as, after all, this entire thing had started because he wanted to beat his brother, and now he had the means too; Even if, to be honest, deep down he had stopped caring quite so much about that, being far more eager and excited to shock his sibling and introduce him to this delightful world of filth!

Brutus and his many students helped set up the context from the shadows, the rat offering his very planet as the arena for it, and also constructing a literal cooking arena for it with his powers and the help of his pupils; While this went on, Champa and a few of the other gods went about manipulating Beerus into accepting this sudden cooking contest as the definitive final 'battle' between him and Champa.

The thin cat was a bit too eager to accept it, something that would have gotten Champa suspicious in the past, Alas his current mindsent was too focused on all the nasty kinkiness he would subject his sibling to, so that little detail completely escaped notice.

As well as the fact that Beerus did not need to be told the location or of Brutus's plane or that his Angel had been curiously absent for a while now.

In fact, Champa completely failed to notice his own companion angel was gone too, along with those of the other destruction gods who studied under Brutus.

Regardless, a few days later an uncomfortably clean and dressed Champa, now finding even basic hygiene and his loose clothes to be too much, stood in the center of the arena, face to face with his sibling; Kitchens fully stocked with piles of ingredients behind each and all of Brutus's pupils lining the seats, the rat himself sitting in a judge's table.

Quite frankly Champa did not even care to guess, he just smirked maliciously at his sibling, who looked curious back at him, neither speaking a word until the booming voice of Brutus echoed through the arena.

"On the count of three you shall turn and work on three different dishes, three portions of which, one for me, one for my... friend here, and one for your opponent; You will be judged in technique, speed, 'performance' and your opponents reaction..." Brutus says, slowly lifting a hand to signify the start of the countdown; Meanwhile Champa could not hold back his smirking, knowing full well 'performance' meant farting and filthiness in the preparation, his brother was going to be quite shocked!

Again he did not wonder why Beerus agreed to such vague rules, already thinking up his dishes.

"1...2...3!" The rodent said, lifting one finger, then another, and finally snapping his fingers at 3, sending the contestants rushing to their ingredients; Beerus quickly gatered the ingredients for Pudding, Ramen, and grilled meat, going about it rather casually as he cooked them the old fashioned way, giving out a halfhearted gasp of shock as he looked over to his sibling side and Saw Champa quickly making and loading a pudding mix into a baster; The fat cat had already set aside some eggs, Sausage links and was going for the pudding, mostly sticking to similar things to his first bodily cooking lesson, even following the exact method his teacher used with the pudding enema.

The fat cat made sure to get his brother's attention as he squatted over a huge bowl and eagerly emptied his bowels with a thundering wet fart, cheeks rippling until he reached back to press them together, adding a brapping sounds to the fart as the pudding was shot out of his ass in a violent, spraying torrent; Plenty of it getting stuck to his cheeks, needing the feline to scrape it off into the bowel with a wooden spoon.

Beerus looked shocked and disgusted, he was also obviously faking it and badly hiding his arousal as he cursed and made generic protests even as he went back to casually cooking, said protests getting drowned out by the thunderous cheers from the audience.

Champa started to notice his brother's attitude but chalked it up to mind games, getting a bit sidetracked basking in all the glorious cheers his little stunt got him; Making a show to the crowd as he juggled the eggs and then shoved one after another up his ass with trained precision and flair, in the process completely forgetting to check for his brother's reaction, missing as Beerus bit his lip and groped himself at the sight.

The fat cat posed and showed off his body to the crowd as he used his Chi to cook up the eggs, earning catcalls and whistles, basking in the attention; Once he knew they were done he climbed on one of the counters, placing a plate under him before reaching back, spreading his cheeks, letting his asshole wink at the crowd (and Beerus who watched eagerly) before letting out a whistling, long, foul smelling fart, the whistling cut short with wet pops as each egg falls out, covered in balls of shit, landing perfectly in the plate, forming up a perfect arrangement, not a drop of scat or a single egg failing to hit the plate; To finish his 'egg laying' the feline legs go of his cheeks right as he pushes himself to fart harder, resulting in a thunderous sound which is soon drowned out in applause.

"HA! See brother! They love me! You stand no chance... Especially since you have to eat these eggs and pudding! As my final dish will be served straight from the tap" Champa proudly proclaims, not even bothering to look at Beerus as he went for the sausage links, playing with them a bit, licking on sensually while looking at a please Brutus before gesturing for a member of the audience to Join him, an appule alien flying down, lower body covered in filth and jizz, the big headed creature wordlessly drooling over the cat's body as the fat cat instructs him to shove the links in slowly, making sure his brother saw it.

And it was as the links were getting shoved up his ass, small queefing farts all the way as it happened, that he saw his sibling casually stride over, grab one of the shit covered eggs and eat it in one go (after peeling it with a deft application of Chi, of course), not even missing a beat as he said.

"Hmm, not bad for something that came out of your fat ass"

"W-Well, it tastes better straight from the tap!" Is all Champa can reply with, having been taken by surprise, slapping his own ass to tell the alien to hurry up and all but kicking him away when it was done before rushing over and grabbing the rest of the eggs before his brother could eat another, growling as he used the same Chi trick to peel them and shoved them right back up his ass.

... Wait, Brutus was the one who taught him that trick...

"So, should I just lay on my back on the floor, or would you rather I eat your ass out?" Beerus says smugly, stopping Champa from finally connecting the dots with sheer confusion and anger at his siblings tone.

"JUST GET YOUR HEAD DOWN THERE!" He angrily yells, letting a small toot escape before turning around, spreading his legs and then his cheeks, Beerus eagerly kneeling and shoving his face right against his sibling's filthy pucker, the thin cat also starting to slowly masturbate, loincloth pushed to the side.

Lots of grunting and burbling, burp like farts followed as the chubby feline struggled with cooking the sausages while also shitting out the eggs, one by one the oval delicacies squeezing out into Beerus's awaiting maw and tongue, the thin god eagerly biting into each, licking the mess around them and on his siblings ass, taking deep breaths at each fart; This goes to the point where he becomes impatient and just makes out with Champa's asshole, pulling the final egg with his tongue (almost burning It due to the Chi techniques in use, but he expected that).

Champa rolls his eyes in pleasure, cock leaking as his legs started to tremble and the sausage links started to slip despite his best efforts, the tip of a sausage slowly poking out of his sphincter, going in and out as it winked and he struggled to keep it in, only to be sabotaged by his brother nibbling and licking at it, slowly shoving his tongue in, making it slip out more and more until he could get a decent firm bite.

And then Beerus just ripped the entire set of sausage links with one firm motion of his head and body, slurping the shit covered meat as if it was one long spaghetti strand; Champa falling face first on the floor as he orgasmed and shook from the feeling, his asshole left gaping, belly gurgling as he farted out hot air, the process not making a peep due to the state of his asshole.

There was a rippling fart noise, however, but it came from beerus.

Before the fat feline could do much more, he felt a warm bowl get placed on his back, and the touch of his brother on his ass, the thin cat massaging his chubby sibling's butt with one hand, leading him to put his ass back in the air as he used the baster on the pudding with the other, saying in a teasing tone as he poked the chubby cat's dick with his own.

"Wonder if this will taste better from the tap too"

Before he could say anything he felt the pudding getting shoved back inside his ass, filling his bowels; It wasn't even long before it was expelled in a burbling fart-geyser, straight into the waiting maw of Beerus, who shoved his head down against the goopy, shitty mess and started to suck it all straight from the sphincter, not even needing to come up for air as he went about making sure his brother was left a gaping, empty mess.

When it was all done Champa was finally allowed to fall fully back to the floor, too tired and shocked to move, not even being able to make sense of the calls, jeers and leers coming from the crowd, and only vaguely aware of his Sibling furiously masturbating his pent up cock directly against his gaping hole; His attention focused solely on Brutus, the rodent approaching.

"w-why...h-ho-how?" Is all the fat cat could get out as they felt Beerus's hot seed be shot all over their gaping hole and fat ass, some of it sent flying as even more gas escaped his bowels; At the same time the sounds and smells of an even more vile gas expulsion coming from the thin cat.

"Oh my dear student, I guess I forgot to tell you, Beerus was among my first pupils..." The rat puts an arm over the thin feline's shoulder as he steps into Champa's field of view.

"In fact, he's the one who gave me the idea for scat cooking in the first place!" the rat added before the two started to make out, members of the crowd rushing the arena to join in the fun that was obviously about to start.

All Champa could do is let out a half horny groan of frustration and shame... He would get back at his brother somehow, not even due to their sibling rivalry, but because he wanted to be Brutus's favorite; But for now he would focus on getting some energy back to he could join in the orgy, not like he had it in him to turn out Rumsshi's fudge covered dick, which was already getting thrust at his face.

... The end (?)