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The word was out. Adventurers of every sort stuffed the confines of The Wet Cat, swords, staffs, and other armaments strapped to their bodies or kept close by. What had been a relatively forgettable tavern among the dozens in the city was a hub of bustling activity. It wasn't for the quality or drink or any particularly notable attraction. Though that didn't stop them from overtaxing the poor barmaiden to her breaking point, leaving the busty lizardess dashing from one table to the next, spilling ale all over the floor and her dress alike. At least the sight of her glistening, scaly cleavage was earning her plenty of tips.

Yet as much as many of them drank, the watered down liquor was far from the real reason for such a gathering. The word of treasure was out, lurking in The City Below. That was the common name for the remains of the old settlement buried beneath the present one, still accessible through a scant few hatches and basements. Most entry points had been rendered inaccessible by then, save for the handful that were located in the palace, or the barracks, or other places the common citizen wasn't welcome. When the rumours of an unguarded entrance in the basement of a regular old tavern got out, The Wet Cat transformed into the most bustling part of the city for days.

It was to the point the tavernkeeper had started charging a reasonable entry fee just to access the hatch downstairs. Despite the presence of raging warriors, shady thieves, and wicked necromancers in his establishment, no one argued with the short-statured horse when he held out the hand that wasn't holding the basement key. It might have been easy to push past him with his relative lack of security, but no one wanted to be on the other side of that hatch with something terrible in pursuit, and find it locked behind them in retaliation.

That was when the rumours were harder to interpret as truth or not. Some of those who ventured below and picked through the ruins of a forgotten city did indeed return to speak of treasure. Others came back empty-handed but thankful to be alive. That was when the stories got more suspect. Creatures? Secret cults? Sinister plots? Unfathomable horrors? It all sounded a little far-fetched, and it wasn't going to dissuade the next group, no matter how many people supposedly vanished down there.

“Do you want to go over the plan one more time?" a black panther asked her lighter twin.

“Nah. I've got it all here." A red-headed leopardess tapped the side of her head, leather glove flexing softly with the movement.

An especially thick-set druidess, Mira was far from her comfort zone, right in the middle of the city, surrounded by people. Yet her natural expertise never dulled even in a less natural setting. It would serve them both well as they tracked down their quarry in hopes of collecting the sizable bounty on the beast last seen lurking under the city. What nature couldn't solve, the roguish leopard Mahiri surely could with her daggers, poisons, and other dirty tricks. She gave a subtle glance around at the rest of the impromptu party.

“And your thoughts on our company?"

Mira shrugged. “Should be simple enough to slip away from a group this big. Won't even matter much if they see us doing it."

“Good thinking. We work well together, just the two of us."

“Mmhm. We always do."

The twins exchanged a lingering look that might have been more than just a passing glance, but there was time to celebrate when they came back with that monster's head, or whatever proof they could acquire. Mahiri was happy to leave that side of it to Mira.

Though the two of them comprised all they needed to successfully complete their contract, the presence of divine scholars and priests was never unwelcome. Wounds and curses were bound to happen, and dark places like that were a good place for warriors of light. Two of them sat together in their full armour along with a hyena dressed in little more than a barmaid's outfit. Her excited bouncing in her seat revealed the plates of hardened and studded leather sewn into the otherwise revealing clothing.

“This is my ... well, at [i]least[/i] third adventure, I guess it depends on what you count as one," Keedee said.

The bard was more at home entertaining a crowd like the one around her, but her magic and gift of dance alike were sure to help against the danger below. Or at least distract the evil for long enough that her holy companions could get their spells off.

“I'm sure you're just underselling yourself. You have the look of someone with plenty of experience!" Abigail gave her a warm smile, flashing all those pretty doe features. The deer cleric's pleasant glow had turned a few eyes in the rough crowd, but she didn't pay them much mind.

“I'll be sure to keep you both safe either way," Claire said, with a smaller, but no less sweet smile. The bulkier minotaur woman was really testing the strength of her seat in all that armour, with the kind of size that inspired confidence simply by being near her.

Neither of the clerics had mentioned which god in particular they happened to follow, seemingly dodging around the question politely when Keedee brought it up earlier. She didn't fault them for that. Religion was a complicated matter, and one she knew very little about anyway. It wouldn't have meant much to her, and they'd already shown her she could trust them both.

“Is anyone looking?" a hooded deer said to his two fellow travellers.

Given the sheer volume of shady characters per square inch, no one looked twice at someone obviously trying to conceal his identity. Prince Cherno stopped short of outright wearing a mask, preferring a hood that fit somewhat between his antlers. Hopefully no one recognized him by those. Kidnappers looking for a good ransom were everywhere, even if his sorcerous abilities tended to keep him safe during his discrete forays from the palace. His bodyguards of sorts did too.

“I wouldn't worry too much," Obie said, in his typically relaxing, friendly tone. “In my experience, once you're down in a dungeon together, nobody cares who you are or where you came from as long as you're pulling your weight."

The possum's warm smile was diminished only slightly by his occasional glances to the side. Anyone who didn't know him might have found a warlock's wandering gaze suspicious, but Cherno wasn't bothered. Perhaps he simply sensed some sort of energy, some power that even his own magical sensitivity couldn't catch. Or maybe he was just distracted by the clicking and rustling that came from the hyena working through his pack. Kamili the artificer always needed just one more check of his various devices before he set off anywhere dangerous. And then one more after that.

“Hmm? Oh, you look great, yeah," he finally said, unsure what he'd really been asked. “Okay. Sorry. Ready. For real, this time. It just feels like I should be especially ready for this one."

He wasn't the only one who sensed it, but danger was the last thing on Nik and Lorien's minds. The feathered harpy and the red-headed werewolf, presently mostly human, stood out even among a crowd like that, but they didn't let it bother them. Two strong warriors, with axe and greatsword leaning against their booths and plenty of armour protecting their forms, they were already downing a few drinks together in preparation of their wild night.

“I know my information's good this time. I swear. Once we cut away from all this rabble, we're going to have [i]fun.[/i]" Nik's voice was loud enough that several other adventurers overheard their plans, but she didn't seem to care. Everyone had their own secret plot anyway.

“I just hope whatever they serve down there is better than this watery swill," Lori said, snorting after she took another drink.

“Guaranteed! But something tells me you'll be far too busy for drinking." A roguish wink, and she slapped a few coins down for the lizardess so she could get up and stretch her wings out, brushing them against a few other people in the crowd.

Not everyone had some sort of secret plot to worry about. Some fully intended to push that adventure to the end, and to collect as much treasure as possible from the depths below. Three of them were gathered at a table with a fourth, a beautiful vixen who weaved an especially dramatic tale of wealth and glory with the help of a lightshow sparking from her fingertips. Rosemary had a way about her that made every word from her lips easy to believe, and a presence that hinted she was far more powerful a sorceress than she let on.

“Of course, some would be content just poking their noses in, dragging away a few rusty old swords and tarnished coins in hopes of getting them appraised. And that's fine, if you want to miss out. It's what's waiting at the [i]bottom[/i] that you really want to see."

There was a little flash of excitement in her eyes when she said that, or maybe it was just the magic reflecting in them. Another large bovine gave a few cautious nods.

“Hmmm. And are we to work together as a team? Never much needed a party when I could solve most things with my fists," Nia said.

“Well, I'm always happy for the company, for now," said Misty, an especially busty mare who was easily recognizable to any frequent tavern-goer as one of the most talented dancers in the city. Shi was no slouch in a fight either, with a figure like that. “Just don't take it too hard if I feel the need to break away!"

“Maybe ... maybe we shouldn't?" was the unfinished sentence of a particularly small, meek sergal. Andree supposedly had some talents to mark his place in the party, but it wasn't obvious looking at him.

“Shouldn't what, friend?" Rosie gave him another of those sweet smiles. They had a way of making him feel much safer.

“All of it. But, I meant wander off. We'd be better in a group, wouldn't we?"

The vixen softly sighed. “You're right. But some people already seem inclined to go it alone before we even start down there. Don't worry too much. I won't abandon you. You're staying very close to me tonight. And there's nothing you can do about it!"

She stuck her tongue out with her little tease, and made the sergal relax at least a little. Until the tavernkeeper rang a bell to get everyone's attention, anyway.

“Alright, next up, next up. Pay your fee and the door is open to you. Anything that happens after that is your responsibility. The Wet Cat does not provide healing or resurrection services in the case of -"

The rest of the stallion's speech was drowned out by the scrape of chairs on the floor, the clatter of weapons getting slung back over shoulders, and the chatter of excited adventurers crowding together to be the first down those simple stairs. Coins exchanged hands, and the horse stepped into the basement to unlock the hatch. A gust of air blew up from below, bringing with it a cool, damp scent not unlike a cave. Yet when they directed their boots, feet, and hooves down the ladder, there was so much more waiting for them there.

It was more than just a cavern, or a ruin. A whole city awaited them down there, beneath a sky of stone. Much of it was crumbling, but still recognizable in its various districts. It was a historian's dream, but none of them were there for mere curiosity. There were hollowed out homes to be searched for treasure, old wizard towers to be cautiously explored, and a maze of winding alleyways that eventually fed into darker, less descript tunnels. It was more than just a dungeon, it was a whole world of possible danger and excitement alike.

They could decide where to break from one another in time. Though they made plenty of noise travelling as such a large group, their sheer numbers were sure to repel any possible ambush. The more they walked, the more ruined their surroundings grew, until it was growing more and more difficult to recognize what each fallen building used to be. Picking through each individual one was unlikely to reveal much, given how many parties had already been through there. The real treasure awaited below, where unknown beings shuffled and whispers seemed to rise up from nothingness, beckoning the party into the dark, where they were more easily separated one by one.

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When Mira was down on all fours, Mahiri always paid attention. Not just because the shapely panther looked especially mountable crawling in the dirt like that, with her light layer of hide armour that barely kept her modest, much less actually provided any reasonable degree of protection. She was not immune to taking an extended glance at her own fat-bottomed twin when the pantheress was in a particularly compromising position, but the roguish leopard had purely platonic motivations for her present inspection. Mostly.

“Got the trail?"

“Mmm," the feline druid simply said, reaching down to scoop up a bit of dirt with her fingertip. She tasted it without hesitation. “It's not difficult. That creature might as well have painted us a few signs to guide the way, for how much of a scent she left behind."

“Almost as if ..." Mahiri began, playfully trailing off to let her sister interrupt.

“Not everything's a trap."

“You'd be surprised how many things are, though. Still. Looks like it's time we picked our moment." Mahiri glanced back at the rest of the party, making all that noise moving as such a large group.

“Mmhm. A distraction, perhaps?"

“With this many of us? I don't think anyone's going to object even if they see us blatantly walking away. Which they won't, of course."

“Of course."

The twins exchanged a look of amusement, along with a flash of something in their eyes. There was a reason they didn't often work together, and it wasn't sibling rivalry. They were both such distractions for one another, especially at that time of year. If they weren't careful, they were going to end up yowling and grappling a dark corner of the underground dungeon, biting and grinding against each other, working out that mutual heat that always seemed to strike them at the exact same time. They were already on edge, already one good push from plummeting straight into their deepest desires, and the taboo of a little twincest wasn't going to stop them.

Rather than stare any longer, Mahiri gave her head a shake. She nodded, and Mira turned her tail, swinging her hips intentionally or not, to lead the way. The leopard's senses were sharp, but she relied more on sight than scent. She left the tracking to the nature-loving pantheress, whose skills were every bit as useful beneath the city as they were in the middle of the forest. The scent of their quarry directed them down a tunnel, away from the rest of the party, who didn't object to their leaving.

When they hit a dead end, it was time for Mahiri's talents to prove useful. The werebeast wasn't always a ferocious, feral creature. She knew how to hide and protect herself when she was between transformations, to keep herself out of the clutches like the cats themselves. Mahiri felt her way along the seemingly featureless rock wall, and quite quickly came upon the hidden switch. She hesitated to press it just yet, turning back to the black cat watching her.

“Let's review the plan of attack."

“Getting forgetful?" Mira offered her sister a soft smirk.

“It never hurts. Wanted to make sure you didn't forget to prepare the right spells. Again."

“We made do."

“Right. Well - to make sure. You're going to go with the vines to open up, and I'll circle around for the stab once she breaks free and charges right into your blinding mist."

“Sounds right to me." Mira leaned on her staff, as if she was hardly listening, though she did get slightly more serious for a moment. “Don't try anything fancy. All it takes is one scratch to spread the curse, and even I couldn't break that."

“Maybe getting all vicious and mindless would be kind of sexy, in a way ..."

“Far more trouble than it's worth, I hate to say. Go right for the kill. No backflips."

Mahiri nodded. “I know when to keep from being flashy."

“Do you?"

“You'll see. All practical. Let's get in there."

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[b]Ending 1[/b]

(Transformation, gangbang, incest, breeding, forced)

The distraction of a looming heat was the kind of thing they could mostly ignore and take care of when they were celebrating in the arms of someone big and strong. If not each other, if the mood was right. Yet when they entered the lair of the beast, the wafting scents clinging to every single inch of that hidden place had an immediate effect on their concentration. For Mahiri, it threatened to throw her coordination off, to make those highly precise movements she favoured a little less perfect. For Mira it was even more concerning. There was no focusing on a spell with her head all clouded with musk.

Wiser felines might have turned back that very moment. The conditions weren't right. There was always another day, another bounty. Yet the pressed on together without even acknowledging how they felt out loud. Either they were simply foolish, or they were compelled to keep going, to press deeper into a musk-drenched den, where the scent of lust seemed to cling to every single inch of the walls and floors alike. The source of something so simultaneously alluring and raunchy was soon apparent, neither laying in ambush nor hiding from their approach. Kayte was on full display.

At least, that was her name when she wasn't under the effects of her curse. What they stumbled upon was hardly deserving of being called a person. The slavering, snarling monster was sprawled out, shuddering with the depravity coursing through her veins. What had been a rabbit was closer to a wolf when the transformation took and her various lusts were in full control. She didn't even notice the intrusion at first. The drooling beast was busy writhing on the floor, jerking a thick, sloppy, knotted cock with both hands. It was oozing an excess of thick, potently-scented precum all over Kayte's fur, to mingle with the cum of past orgasms already clinging to her. Yet for all the mess she'd already made, it still wasn't enough.

Only when she caught their scent over the wafting cloud of her own did she sit up and regard them with that mindless, ferocious expression of hers. Some of Kayte's rabbit features were still evident on that drooling visage, mainly the ears, but her teeth were much bigger and sharper to compliment the face-curling snarl she wore. Then there were the claws, the thicker muscles, and most prominent of all, that fat, knotted cock spitting precum towards them even when she wasn't touching it anymore, adding a slipping hazard to their approach.

When she rose up to her full height, she was twice as tall as either of them. They were perhaps the size of a single wererabbit leg each, gazing up at the towering, transformed beast. There was no reasoning with her anymore. She was ready to charge, mindlessly aggressive and horny alike, tensing her muscles for the pounce. The plan remained the same, even with the distractions coursing through the air. Mahiri took a subtle step to the side, and Mira began to quietly chant, keeping her focus on the beast on the very edge of rampaging.

When the scent was so strong in the air they could outright taste it, things changed. The sudden flood of juices pouring down each of their thighs was perfectly in sync, twins that they were. Mahiri kept moving, and Mira kept casting, but each of them was a little slower once their heat truly took hold of them. It went from the usual bothersome but manageable dull ache to something truly debilitating. They were toe-curlingly horny for the very werebeast they were supposed to be hunting, and it all meant that Mira's spell didn't quite spring to life in time.

She still managed to summon up the vines to curl around the rabbit's arms and legs, but not before she took a swipe at the pantheress. The black cat was far too busy with her casting to properly dodge, and her lack of protective armour on her arms proved a poor choice. It was just a small wound, one she could have easily healed under normal circumstances, but from a cursed one like Kayte, it was more than that. She might have been able to seal up the scratch itself, but no amount of druid magic could reverse the effects of what was rapidly moving through her blood that very moment.

Nonetheless, the panther's initial spell still served well to restrain Kayte temporarily. The wererabbit snarled in fury as she ripped and tore at those binding tendrils, furious that they dared keep her from what she wanted for even a moment. Mahiri had managed to dip out of sight, keeping to the shadows, awaiting that followup that never came. The idea was for Kayte to completely lose track of her and keep her focus on the more obvious threat of Mira. Yet as soon as the werecreature could move again, she whirled around to start sniffing out the stealthy leopard, hidden away in a dark corner of the cave. She completely ignored the pantheress, who stood looking down at her wound, a strange rumble rising in her throat.

That was when Mahiri heard the fabric ripping. Mira's simple armour was shredding itself under the pressure of her own body. She was getting bigger. Stronger, too. The leopard could only observe from the shadows as the pantheress grew heavier, more muscular, hunching into a semi-feral pose. Her fangs got longer, right along with her claws. The curse didn't neglect her curves either, padding on even more heft to her tits, to her thighs, her hips, her ass. Shreds of hide armour fell to the floor when she burst completely free to show off the trembling, dripping culmination of that insidious curse's effect on her body. She wasn't in heat anymore, she was in a [i]rut[/i], one that made her thick, knotted werewolf-cat cock pulse urgently with every heaving breath of her rising bloodlust. Among other, more literal lusts.

Though she was hidden from sight, Mahiri couldn't ambush what had already sniffed her out. Two sets of eyes turned her way despite her concealment. She watched as Kayte and Mira twitched their noses, honing in on her, slowly stalking their way towards her hiding spot. Neither of them communicated in anything but hungry, drooling growls, but they moved as one nonetheless. Maybe it was the curse that kept them from fighting over their prey. Mahiri could consider that when she got out of that bad situation. The only exit was past those two transformed monsters. If she could somehow slow between their legs before they pounced her, she might have managed to escape, and she could devote herself solely to looking for a cure for her unfortunate twin. She just needed an opening.

The problem was that putting two weres together in a tight space like that meant they were like a wall of muscle, dripping precum with every step towards her. She just had to focus, had to concentrate on their body language, and keep their combined musk from invading her mind. Two naked bodies, glistening, cocks dripping, throbbing, gushing out so much prejizz she could hear it splatting on the floor between the heavy, thumping falls of their paws. Every step shook that hideout a little more, it seemed. They were stomping towards her, fangs bared, drooling in more ways than one, and the cloud of mind-breaking scents left her more and more susceptible to everything they wanted to do to her.

“Fuck it ..." she finally said to herself, gritting her teeth.

It wasn't much of an opening, but took what little chance she felt she could. Lunging for a spot between the two hulking, horny beasts, she tried to dive past them so she could hit the ground and sprint off to escape the same way she entered. Instead, she found herself snatched up by the unnaturally fast reaction times of the weres. They both had their hands and claws upon her, catching her in mid-air, and Mahiri found herself yowling and snarling alike like an angry kitty rather than a very imperilled adventurer. Whether she was doomed or not remained to be seen, but she couldn't fight them off well enough to keep them from ripping and shredding her leathers. Even the hardened plates and studs were nothing against those teeth and claws, yet they were careful not to nip her or cut her in the process of stripping her down to her naked, struggling spots.

Compared to the huffing, muscular monsters holding onto her arms and legs as if to stretch her on a rack, Mahiri felt ever so soft. Her struggles left her body jiggling, breasts bouncing, butt wobbling a little in her thrashing fury. The sound of her protests grew more strained when she found herself outright choking on the musk in her senses. Her eyes were watering, and her pussy was soaked to the point of swamped with lust despite her fighty response. It really didn't matter to the weres how much she was secretly enticed by their monstrous forms. All they wanted was a wet hole to fill, and they found exactly what they needed, bending the still-struggling leopardess over between the both of them.

If she was truly fighting for her life, she might have opted to use her teeth or claws on the vulnerable bits getting shoved in her face. Those thick, knotted cocks might have been impressively plump, but they were surely still as sensitive as any other dick. Yet she couldn't bring herself to do anything more than consider it. Part of it was not wanting to injure her twin, even if Mira was dangerously transformed. Then there was the scent wafting off of them, grinding into her fur when they humped her face, smearing her with streaks of precum to thick they felt like they were going to sink right into her skin and stain her forever.

Her mouth was watering by the time Mira rammed her cursed new gift right between her lips. The werepanther huffed and snarled like she'd been waiting to facefuck her twin forever. Mahiri could only [i]glurk[/i] and recoil, trying not to let it immediately stuff her throat. Just fitting that fat, rigid shaft between her lips was already straining her jaw. She drooled on it, eyes watering a little more the longer she lingered and swam in that mixed feline and lycan musk. All she had to do was remain like that, stretched out and clutched tight between the two transformed beasts, getting her hair and tail pulled all at the same time as Mira started thrusting. Choking down her transformed twin's cock was enough for her to handle even before Kayte started mounting up behind that spotty rump.

Of course a monster operating on pure instinct and raging, incoherent lust wasn't accurate with her humping and jabbing. That big fat cock smacked Mahiri on the ass a few times, or just skimmed up over her round cheeks to spread some juices over her back. A few thrusts made it feel like Kayte was aiming to fuck her ass, but the wererabbit adjusted herself eventually. There was just enough mind left for that, at least. She pointed her canine-like cock right between Mahiri's surprisingly wet pussy lips and started shoving. The muffled mewls from the leopard currently choking on her sister's cursed cock definitely didn't dissuade Kayte.

Once they had their spot and had the cat caught between them just how they liked it, they rammed forth and spared nothing to preserve the poor leopard's spine. Mahiri managed a few mewls when she wasn't just guzzling down the juices spurting directly into her throat, gullet bulging with the dick getting forced into her. She couldn't complain much more than that. Her struggles were more a matter of bracing herself, holding Mira by the hips, feeling those heftier, tighter muscles flexing with the effort to pound her as hard as possible. A slap to her chin from a pair of huge, black-furred nuts was equally as potent as the thick, heavy slam she got from behind once Kayte nearly bottomed out inside of her.

If a bite or a slash was enough to spread the curse, Mahiri had to wonder what taking a load right in the womb was going to do to her. She could already feel the wererabbit leaking into her, sharing those thick juices, letting them all seep into her completely bare sex. Either she was going to end up cursed or simply knocked up by her supposed quarry. The lack of gasps she managed between savage, relentless thrusts from the big black werecat meant it was hard to think much about it anyway. She was drooling their precum from both ends, long strands of mess pouring down from her lips and cunt alike, when it wasn't simply splattering her attackers with the fury of their knot-thumping thrusts.

Given those bulbs were about the size of both Mahiri's fists put together, she was pretty sure they were going to end up tying with her. [i]Pretty[/i] sure. Instead, their fat lycan knots served as battering rams to leave Mahiri even number, and make things even sloppier. The [i]mmmf[/i] and [i]ulllp[/i] of her struggling to keep guzzling all that precum mixed well with the [i]schlick[/i] and slap of those lycan nuts swinging and smacking her, rutting her numb, stretching her jaw and pussy alike with their brutal thrusts. She could feel herself folding, spine bending in ways even a flexible cat like her struggled to endure, and yet through it all she was getting wetter, getting hotter, clenching down on Kayte's cock so tight there was no possible way the wererabbit could possibly knot her. Not to say she didn't try.

Those huge, lunging, snarling, spitting thrusts rocked Mahiri's body so hard she was the first one to cum. She didn't even get to appreciate a proper build to the finish, instead finding herself seizing up and shuddering her way through a climax she couldn't control. Her body wasn't hers anymore. She belonged to them a little more with every contraction, every wet and muffled moan of ecstasy, every splash. They made her cum so hard she was purring by the time she stopped clenching on Kayte's cock, milking at it, pumping with something almost like desperation, no matter the consequences.

Even in her most generous estimates of her own elasticity, Mahiri was certain she couldn't take either of those knots. Kayte's sheer ferocity proved her wrong. The leopard wanted to scream, but she couldn't even manage much of a growl of surprise and strain when she felt an especially brutal smack of that knot push past the last of her resistance. She got stretched wide to accommodate that massive girth, stomach bulging with the clear outline of a wererabbit dick throbbing inside her, jammed straight into her womb, locked in place by that surging, pulsing bulb that simply would not let go of her pussy no matter how much she squirmed.

The only thing she could do about it was cum again. Her body hadn't even fully come down from the first climax, but she shook into another one before Kayte's cum even hit her fertile womb. Right in the middle of her heat too, she vaguely thought to herself, with her eyes rolled back and shining with the tears of strain and pleasure alike. Every pump of blazing hot rabbit spunk shooting into her was another spin on the wheel, or more likely another flip of the coin to see if she was going to get knocked up by that monster she was supposed to be hunting. After she'd been flooded with enough cum to bloat her belly into a sagging, swaying bulge, sloshing away with the sheer volume of its creamy contents it was less of a gamble and more of a question of just how many times Kayte just knocked her up.

Mahiri might have been able to focus on the pleasure a little more intently if not for Mira testing the flexibility of her jaws. The leopard already had her mouth open wide enough for a roar just to accommodate all that dick slopping in and out of her throat. Every thrust down her gullet sent another wave of juices shooting towards her belly, and every tug back brought up a [i]schlurking[/i] mess to pour over her lower lip and splash down Mira's plump nuts. The sounds were truly ungodly. The groans of struggling, the slick sucking noises, the smack of balls to chin, and eventually, the muffled mewls of a leopard getting pushed dangerously past her limits made for a cacophony to echo all around that secret lair, deep beneath the city with no one to hear but the three of them.

Mira was far too busy roaring to care. It wasn't like her usual bellow of feline noise. There was a bit of wolf in there too, a bit of a haunting howl that was the perfect sound for knotting her much smaller sister's mouth. Such a dangerous thing, locking that huge bulge behind the leopard's teeth, bulging the rogue's cheeks with its size, sticking her whole dick straight down Mahiri's throat for her to swallow right along with all the cum Mira had to drain from her oversized sack. The initial [i]HMMMF[/i] of shock and perhaps even fear grew fainter and fainter the longer Mahiri chugged that fresh spunk, though it was hard to say if she was growing more comfortable or simply on the verge of passing out, getting choked unconscious by the werepanther draining her balls with a deep, wet throatfuck.

Mahiri's hands eventually fell from around Mira's hips when she simply had no strength left. She was unsettlingly slack for a while, but still diligently gulping, as if it was an automatic reflex. Mira pushed her twin's stamina to the very limit, but when her cock was finally drained, finally dry for the moment, she wrenched back with welcome brutality to undo the tie she'd locked into place. That meant plenty of tugging, squirting panther jizz from Mahiri's lips as she let off more and more of that pressure. Eventually, she yanked back from that maw and left the rogue hacking up great big gobs of cum to cough all over the floor, drooling it out when her throat was finally clear enough for to gasp and heave, meekly wheezing in the aftermath of their double-teaming, weak enough she was shaking all over like a frightened kitten.

It wasn't fear that left her so helpless though. Her body was numb from pleasure and pain alike. At least that kept the soreness away. She got a few seconds to rest at most before she felt herself getting yanked backwards by Kayte's rough attempts to unknot her. With her mouth free and her breath relatively resorted, Mahiri could finally yowl. She made a great big kitty fuss while the wererabbit tugged that huge tie looser and looser, spilling her own seed all over. The leopard was far too tired to flail or squirm much, though she did give a few flexes on that dick that didn't help the effort. Somewhere, buried in all exhaustion, behind those glazed and stunned eyes, she was still wet for them both.

She didn't have to wait long to have that need fulfilled. One more firm pull and that knot popped from her pussy, splashing spunk everywhere. She heard it hitting the ground, clenching up on that cock while Kayte pulled out of her, as if to keep it there. There she dangled for a while, holes tightening up around nothing at all once Kayte was free of her creamed cunt. She was aching, mewling, purring for the beasts who'd just savaged her. Despite milking a gallon or two of werecum out of them both, their musky, sex-slathered shafts weren't any softer. If anything, their knots looked fatter than ever, and the thick prejizz shooting from their tips with every lewd [i]PUMP[/i] of their churning balls was more potent than ever.

Mahiri tried to do more than just dangle there, but it didn't stop her from getting tossed around like a toy. The weres almost seemed to be playing with her, yanking her one direction, only to push her another. It all left her even more scrambled, coughing up more cum when she got some pressure on her belly, or getting some squeezed out of her bloated womb. She felt weightless and lightheaded, barely able to paw at their chests while they bullied her with their superior strength, grabbing her, groping her deeply, clawing at her but never breaking the skin. The easy way out of that situation was to be cursed herself, but they weren't sharing such power. She was just going to have to endure it all and satisfy them as her mortal, breakable self.

Eventually they moved closer and closer until she was all but crushed between their bulky bodies. They showed off their strength by squishing her head with their tits, smothering her in warm cleavage. Between her gasps, she couldn't help a few sniffs of that especially potent reservoir of their scent right between those huge, soft breasts, swapping from one set only to immerse her muzzle in the other and back again. It was one of the few parts of their transformed forms that wasn't rock hard with muscular strength or bestial lust. They panted and drooled above her the whole time, occasionally taking an especially sloppy lick of her head. Her hair was already a mess, so a little messier didn't matter much.

Of course they weren't going to just hold her there forever. They started humping like the half-dogs they'd become, grinding on her thighs, on her hips, her ass, her full belly, on whatever was in range of their colossal, soaking werebeast dicks. She was already thoroughly splattered and only getting wetter the more they rubbed on her, fur marked so thoroughly she swore not a single spot remained clean of their scent. Her pretty pelt was a sponge for all that musk, from werecat and wererabbit alike, and their steamy breath kept their drool flowing down to work into her hair. It was a constant reminder it could have been worse. At least they were horny, not hungry.

That was a small comfort to keep in mind when they found their mark again. Kayte split those spotty cheeks with her cock, grinding on the leopard's ass while Mira turned her twin to face her snarling face and penetrate her overflowing pussy in a single, surprisingly accurate thrust. The pantheress found her mark on the first try, squeezing some of Kayte's cum out of that stuffed sex in the process of burying her new cock deep within the rogue. Any yowls Mahiri might have wanted to make were muffled by the tits eclipsing her whole head from both sides. She was deeply immersed, breathing little more than their mind-searing, eye-watering musk until she could taste them as much as she could smell them. She kept sniffing. It was too good not to gorge herself on, numbing the strain of taking two cocks at once all over again when Kayte started prodding at that snug, taut hole between her cheeks.

The wererabbit's cock was thoroughly lubed up after her first messy fuck, layer after layer of cum and pussy juice still clinging to it. That helped. Mahiri was still giving her best extended [i]mrawwwwwrls[/i] and other such ear-piercing big cat noises whens he got her ass stuffed though. Kayte wasn't holding anything back, driving deep, slamming her knot up against that shapely rump once she'd rammed enough inside. She tried to wedge that in the cat right away too, humping madly, gnashing her teeth above, shivering with the knee to tie and fill that gorgeous, toned, yet plump ass before she even started properly fucking it. When that proved impossible, she settled for just pounding Mahiri instead.

In that position, she could feel every little flex, every minute detail of their powerful bodies working in the closest thing to unison they could manage in their near feral state, all in effort to completely destroy her. She wasn't going to break just yet, so she told herself. There was still enough of her mind left to think in sentences. Maybe that would change once they really started going. Every manic, needy thrust from the werepanther, pumping that soft pussy full of werecat cock only pushed Mahiri back all the harder into that pulsing, leaking dick in her ass. There was nothing resembling rhythm or synchronization from the two of them once they really got going with her. It was pure, merciless lust, pouring out on her soft body, rutting her harder and harder, stretching her closer to taking their gigantic knots, fucking her holes raw and stretching them a little more with every brutal, demanding [i]THUMP[/i] into her tender body.

Her legs were going numb. They swung back and forth every time she took one of those slick, spurting thrusts, a little more limp every time they bottomed out, knot-deep in pussy and asshole alike, trying to force their way into another knotting. They were already bulging her belly to an obscene state with their alternating thrusts. She almost didn't want to know how it would feel to have them both there at once, stretching her, bloating her, turning her into little more than a sheath for them to bury their wet, engorged, veiny lycan dicks inside. A few faint taps on their bodies - she wasn't sure which of them was which anymore with her vision obscure, her ears ringing with their growls, and her body taking in so much pleasure she was losing some of her other sensations - was as if to silently beg them to slow down just a little, for her sake. She might as well have asked the sun itself to shine a little less brightly on a scorching afternoon in the desert. Breaking her was their nature, their [i]purpose[/i].

It was worse when they synced up. She wasn't in pain exactly, but Mahiri could feel her body breaking a little more every time they plapped in unison. Her fingers were getting numb, and every single muscle she had was feeling weaker. They fucked her helpless and mindless, breaking her concentration every single time she attempted to come up with some clever plan of escape. Maybe she didn't even want to get away. For all the damage being done, there was the [i]pleasure[/i], the sheer, humiliating ecstasy that came from getting wrecked by two sloppy, drooling, musky monsters like them. She wanted to smell like them, to [i]belong[/i] to them, to take care of all their vicious needs.

For as much as she was already getting devastated, there was still so much more awaiting her. They battered at the door of her tight holes, breaking her down a little more with every thrust, every hammering blow of their swinging, lunging hips. Every time she thought they might have been settling into a steady rhythm, they surprised her with a sudden surge of activity, or slowed down to pour it all into longer, deeper, harder thrusts. It was all in service of testing her very integrity, pumping inside of her, driving their knots against her overstuffed holes. The stimulation of getting smacked and plapped with those huge bulges along was enough to push her to the edge, and one especially strong spank of nuts against her thighs set her off all over again.

It wasn't just a squirt, it was a constant, unbroken stream of femcum flowing from her pussy and splashing all over Mira's knot. That was exactly enough lube to help it slip past the last of her resistance and wedge into place. Kayte wasn't far behind, thumping Mahiri's flexing, squeezing ass just in time to feel those orgasmic contractions massage her own knot. The werebeasts tied with Mahiri in the middle of her orgasm and got her squeaking out, unable to even express her ecstasy with feline noises anymore. They broke her down into a pathetic, dripping, drooling creature, bulging with their knotted dicks, soon swelling with the cum they shot up inside of her once she squeezed on them enough.

There were tears running down her cheeks, but not for any sort of despair. She felt that seed sloshing inside her, packing her taut, bulging her belly until it squished against Mira's own tight middle. The werebeasts snarled a dissonant song to her, gnashing their teeth, licking their chops, puffing their steamy breath all over her trapped, smothered, breathless form while they filled her up with fresh, hot cum. Mahiri was all but certain Kayte got her pregnant, mounting her from behind like that, but maybe Mira could give her twins, or more. The taboo of incest was hardly relevant when the beast breeding her was barely Mira anymore.

Only when she was flooded, bloated, all but belching cum when her belly couldn't possibly hold anymore did Mahiri get a break. She looked up from between the tits all around her head, eyes all out of focus, expression stupid, tongue hanging from her jaws. If she could still perceive them, if she still understood what kind of danger she was in, she gave no sign. They held her there, emptying their balls in her body, ballooning her with gallons of cursed cum, making her jiggle and slosh with every heaving breath passing through her. Even her own tits were leaking, dripping milk as if to confirm she was already deeply, thoroughly knocked up, by one or both of her aggressors.

She wasn't escaping their clutches until their nuts were empty. They humped a little, mostly just to grind out another spurt, another rope of jizz to fill and ruin the sneaky cat. The pressure became so much that it slowly pushed those knots back out. Those striking [i]POPs[/i] came within seconds of each other, sending another shudder through her body hat was nearly violent. The leopard just couldn't stop shaking, violent trembles passing through her body as the cum drained from her temporarily ruined holes. There was still so much more inside her despite the leak she sprang.

A waterfall of spunk splattering to the floor only made the scents all the thicker. The rabbit and cat slowly pulled out of her, inch by inch, even as she flexed up around their cocks as if to tempt them into another round. When they were fully out of her, they definitely didn't set her down gently. Instead, they dropped her, leaving her to clumsily thump to her sore ass in the lake of hot cum awaiting her below. There she wallowed, slipping and sliding, coating her every single inch of fur in their jizz as if to make absolutely certain she never smelled like herself again. It really wasn't clear even to her how much of that was accidental.

She was nowhere near recovered when they reached for her again. Kayte bent down to snatch one of her ankles in a powerful grip, and Mira took the other. Together, united in their monstrous, cursed state, they effortlessly dragged the leopard away, somewhere even deeper in the caves where her new home and purpose awaited. She had no idea how long the transformation was supposed to last. Maybe it was the rest of the night, maybe a whole season, for all she knew.

Until Kayte and Mira returned to their normal selves, she was in for hour after hour of body-bruising, mind-breaking breeding and knotting, when she wasn't simply working to calm them down with some depraved worship. Sucking, licking, and fucking was her life now, and she could forget all about chasing bounties and other adventuring tasks when she had those two monsters to keep pleased and satisfied.

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[b]Ending 2[/b]

(Oral vore, digestion, disposal)

Making plans for a coordinated attack was exactly what would have worked if their target wasn't expecting them. For all their preparation, the twins failed to consider that their quarry was free to hunt them back. When they emerged on the other side of that hidden passage, they found nothing but darkness awaiting them. That was for their keen eyes, but even scanning the shadows, there was no sign of the one called Kayte. Once a modest rabbit, now a dangerous, rampaging beast, made monstrous by the lycan curse she carried in her blood. The prey animal had acquired a taste for meat, and two fine slabs of such had just walked into her lair. She'd sniffed them out long before that.

For as quietly as the cats could move, as sharp as their senses could be, the wererabbit was better than them. She stalked them from the darkest places, moving silently, giving away her presence only with her musky, feral scent. That was everywhere, clinging to every stone. It didn't help them hone in on her, but they knew Kayte was there. It still wasn't enough to prepare them when the werebeast sprang up from her hunched stance, powerful body on full display, and charged them with a flash of teeth and fang.

Mahiri had always relied on her reflexes and keen sense for danger to dodge everything thrown at her in a straight up fight. In the dark, caught unaware, and overwhelmed by the potent snarls of the wererabbit, she simply hit a streak of bad luck. One swipe of Kayte's claws found its mark on her body, though it only cut through the armour, sparing her from the curse. Yet it served as enough of a distraction to keep her from avoiding the backhanded blow that knocked her clean across the room and into one of the cold, unflinching walls. She wasn't conscious enough to feel the impact of the second part.

It was little more than a few blinks of the darkness before she shook it off. That was enough for Kayte to get the advantage of Mira. The druid couldn't hold her own in a solo fight with a raging, hungry werebeast. Mahiri opened her eyes and let them adjust to the low light again, just in time to see those misty, slobbering, toothy rabbit jaws snapping shut around the middle of the pantheress' body. A kicking, struggling, snarling black cat bulged Kayte's throat as the wererabbit forced her prey deeper inside, gnawing her, clutching her, tearing off those few scraps of leather that Mira called armour and clothing alike.

The sight stunned Mahiri for a single, decisive moment. Rather than immediately lunge forth to assist her twin, she took just that fraction to make sure she was really seeing what she was seeing. There was the black cat's mostly bare ass, framed by Kayte's extra sharp wererabbit teeth, bathed in thick drool. She'd been so easily and swiftly defeated that it didn't seem possible, and that confusion meant Mahiri hesitated just long enough that by the time she was on her feet and charging to the rescue, Kayte had already finished off her prey.

The yowls and screeches inside the wererabbit's body were more desperate and muffled by the moment. Mira objected strongly to being devoured by the one she was hunting, but no amount of kicking and flailing those thick legs kept her from getting flipped upside down with a toss of Kayte's head, jammed down a pulsing gullet, and tucked away beneath a pair of soft tits to bulge in the belly of an unnaturally transformed herbivore. Mahiri got to them just in time to feel the heat of a panther-scented belch hit her in the face.

It wasn't cowardice that made her hit the brakes as soon as she saw the struggling cat get turned into a frantic, kicking bulge in a cream-coloured rabbit gut. Instead, she halted and pivoted, knowing Kayte was ready for her. She was right on that. Even seconds after gulping down her prey, and her claws slashed through the air right where a lunging leopard would have been. If Mahiri was going to make it a proper rescue effort, she couldn't be stupid.

“I'll get you out of there! Just hang on! Don't waste your air!" she cried to the pantheress all trapped in the smothering folds of Kayte's stomach.

It wasn't clear if Mira could even hear her or not. She didn't heed her twin's advice either way, snarling in fury while that gut compressed all around her. It was already gurgling, already sloshing around with the juices working over the mostly naked druid's fur. Mahiri was listening to her sister being actively digested right in front of her with every moment she wasted, and she knew it. She made sure to assess her enemy first, nonetheless.

Looking up at the snarling, drooling nightmare that had once been an ordinary rabbit girl, all powerful and thick, with a massive cock. Of course Mahiri noticed that. It was hard to completely ignore a fat, knotted shaft outright spitting precum at her while she prepared to tussle with a monster twice her size. What Kayte had in strength over Mahiri, surely she lacked in speed. The leopard couldn't wait a moment longer. Not with those [i]sounds[/i] of gurgling, or growling and churning working away over the pantheress' body. She attacked.

Mere daggers felt a lot less dangerous when she couldn't use them to sneak attack a vital or disabling point. Nonetheless, she sought to harm the werebeast any way she could. If she needed to strike a hundred times, she would do it, just to slay the monster before it could finish off her slowly suffocating sister. Mira was struggling and kicking the entire time, perhaps causing Kayte some internal distress, but it wasn't enough to distract the rabbit. She struck back at Mahiri before that below could land, knocking the leopardess over and pouncing for her fallen form.

Mahiri wasn't going to fall to a single blow. She rolled out of the way when Kayte jumped for her. The sight of that bulging gut swinging and bouncing with the sudden motion wasn't exactly a comforting one. Mahiri could see the shapes and contours of Mira's body outlined beneath the rabbit's fur and muscle. That was just another reminder to [i]focus[/i]. No mistakes, no miscalculations, no hesitating when she saw an opening. Back to her feet she got, and so did Kayte, lunging up as if that weight in her gut didn't affect her at all. She locked eyes with the cat, and they circled, waiting for their moment, steady [i]glurrrrrn[/i] of her wobbling gut adding even more tension to their showdown.

Maybe it wasn't the perfect opening. It was all Mahiri could find. The beast moved quickly, and despite the snarl, non-verbal state of aggression, she never left herself fully exposed. Yet the leopard attacked anyway, and this time she found herself in the clutches of the beast in an instant. Kayte choked her until she dropped her weapons, and then wrenched her up into the air, fighting all the way. Mahiri kicked and clawed at her aggressor, making impact with Kayte's chest, but she couldn't keep those claws from her body, combing up and down her armour until the rabbit had sliced through enough straps and cords to leave the whole thing sliding off the struggling leopard.

Worse than being exposed to the horny horror gripping her throat was the loss of all those weapons stashed in the many hidden pockets of her outfit. She didn't keep anything in her underwear but for her bare, soft pussy, and she soon lost those last garments too anyway. Sometimes she ended up kicking the bulge of panther in Kayte's belly in the effort to keep away from those advancing jaws. For as hard as the wererabbit's cock might have been, she had no for anything but [i]feasting[/i] on those soft, busty sets. It would have been a crime to keep those twins apart.

The first [i]GLOMP[/i] of wet jaws overtaking her face and shoulders was damning, but no damage had been done yet. For all her ferocity, Kayte didn't give her prey any more than a nibble. She was curiously precise in her slobbery devouring, grabbing Mahiri's thick ass and jamming the leopard into her gullet with brutal force and precision alike. She wanted that cat down [i]whole[/i], and she was getting it, gulp by gulp, slicking and smothering the snarling feline in her inner flesh despite all the protests, all the valiant effort to break her grip. Kayte's gut bulge went on uselessly struggling, fighting against something so much stronger and hungrier than she'd ever been while Mahiri got slowly enveloped by those glistening jaws.

Kayte's primary focus was on scarfing that leopard down as quickly as possible, but she took some samples of her meal on the way down while she still could. Mahiri got to experience that extra slobbery tongue slapping and dragging all over her bust, then her belly as she vanished into the rabbit. She heard the occasional [i]mmmm[/i] or groan of approval from the predator, cutting through the feral noises of wet, drooly devouring. Knowing the wererabbit was enjoying eating her just enraged her all the more. The rogue might not have been built for strength, but she put all her fight prowess to use, kicking and struggling, landing blows on Kayte's bust that did nothing to dissuade the cursed one from having her second course of fresh, squirming feline meat.

A violent whip of the werecreature's head left Mahiri's legs flailing about, snapping upwards to point towards the distant rock ceiling. She straightened her toes, trying to get some momentum, some leverage on the air itself, but gravity was working against her. If she was free falling, she probably wouldn't have descended any more quickly with that gullet working so aggressively, so powerfully around her every naked curve. Kayte slopped and slurped, tasting as much as she possibly could before Mahiri completely vanished, but it didn't take much longer for those hips to squeeze past her bulging cheeks and into her throat. After that, it was simply a matter of sucking down those long, strong, spotty legs to make the leopard hers.

The succulent sounds of smooth flesh slipping and sliding all over Mahiri's fur, slathering her in throat slop, squeezing her away into the darkness that awaited her left the cat shuddering as much as fighting. It was all just so [i]wrong[/i], tucking her away in a place even her sharp eyes couldn't see, and her flexible body felt cramped. She found her failure rubbed in her face when she got smothered up against her softer twin, packed into that tight space to share it with the pantheress. Mira was soaked in digestive fluids and already panting with the air growing so thin, and yet despite the horror of the situation, despite having every reason to spend each moment either panicking or fighting for her life, she simply could not help sneak in a little bit of sibling teasing, as if it was just another of their misadventures together.

“[i]That[/i] was your plan?"

They couldn't stay unserious about it for long. As soon as they were all settled in, their writhing activity provoked a huge, wet belch from the wererabbit. Such a blatant bellow would have brought a dozen other hunters down on her if she was still above ground. She shook the walls with that triumphant [i]URRRP[/i] like the ancient, primal beast she'd become. The air rushing out of her of course made things so much worse for the leopards inside of her. The walls tightened up around them, hugging their shapes all the tighter, squeezing and kneading them, letting the imprint of their tits and faces alike show underneath the layers keeping them from the relatively fresh air of the murky werebeast hideout.

Struggling too hard just made them bump into each other, even accidentally knock heads in the midst of their growing concern. The walls weren't just kneading them anymore. The cats found themselves squished so tightly together by those powerful compressions that it was like Kayte's stomach was trying to combine them right that very moment. If they didn't manage to escape, that was going to be their final fate, indistinguishable from each other, but they weren't giving up yet. Desperation meant fighting enough to try to do some serious harm. Swallowing two big cats whole meant they still had their claws and teeth to use on their fleshy surroundings, but the lycan curse was thorough. Kayte shrugged off blows both external and internal, completely unphased by the felines doing their best to harm her from the inside.

If anything, that ferocity making her belly jump and slosh around was only making her hornier. She'd been too hungry to take care of that stiff, aching shaft before eating them. Kneeling down, and then leaning forward to press her gut to the ground, she got her dick lined up with the softer parts of the cat bulge in her gut. They could definitely feel that. Not only did they have to contend with a stomach that seemed set on slowly, gruesomely grinding them to a pulp, they had to endure the sensation of the wererabbit revelling in her victory and getting off on digesting them alive the whole time.

Kayte humped them madly, smearing her gut with juices just as she soaked their fur with digestive fluids. Her belly wobbled with every stroke, every thrust she gave them, but the real activity were those tight, kneading squeezes all around their forms. They weren't just getting softened up anymore. The wererabbit's dick got all the stiffer when she felt those kitties start to [i]crunch[/i] under all the pressure, slowly chewed up by the unflinching digestive process working to convert them into chyme. Their muffled wails and yowls sang as one to her tall ears, clear enough over the steady [i]glurrrrrn[/i] to keep her going, to keep her thrusting all the more madly against her prized bulges.

More than just the pressure, there came those juices, hot and burning, sinking in through their fur and into their skin. The twins were getting actively broken down after a few minutes spent simmering in that digestive coating. The constant kneading of the walls all around them only served to rub it in all the deeper, to make sure they were thoroughly coated. They thrashed together, crashing into one another, but no matter how much they moved, they couldn't escape those acids when they were completely doused in them. The gut just got tighter and tighter, starting to mash them, starting to grind them up and soften them down while their pretty pelts got stripped from their bodies in clumps and their skin got reddened by the constant exposure to the deadly fluids soaking them all over.

Yet for all the muffled anguish delighting Kayte's bloodthirsty senses, the wererabbit didn't cum until she was certain she'd done irreversible damage to her prey. It wasn't until she'd been humping her own belly all throughout those long, painful minutes of digestion that she felt something give out. It was hard to say which one of the cats it was. They were all noise, all feline screeches and hissing - or maybe the latter was just the acids working on melting them down. Either way, she felt something snap under all the constant pressure, some important piece of something that gave a great, loud [i]CRACK[/i]. That, and the sudden lurch of her gut, sinking inwards around those attractive shapes, bending the twins into more and more unnatural positions was everything it took to make Kayte's cock extra hard.

Snuffling, snorting, even snarling, she spat and drooled just as much as her knotted dick when she hit a messy climax. She didn't stop thrusting against her prey, bathing that bulge in seemingly endless ropes of thick wererabbit spunk, splattering the outlines of her captives, letting them feel all the pleasure they milked out of her just by slowly dying inside of her. Maybe there was room in their distressed minds for the humiliation of it all. Or maybe they were far too busy suffering and sloshing, getting squished down tighter and tighter together until they were starting to melt together, united as one uniform mass of identical sludge. With their fur and hair all ruined, neither of them looked much different from the other anymore.

The gooey, softened forms of the cats weren't going to last much longer under such a relentless assault of digestion. Kayte remained where she was for a little longer, panting, laying on her gut to put some extra weight on their forms, slowly crushing the life out of them. She knew she could do better than that. Hefting herself up, pulling a partly shrunken, smoothed over belly along with her, she instead positioned herself with her middle pressed up against one of the nearby walls. The shrieks inside rose up to their greatest intensity yet when she started squeezing them down herself, crushing them both with those digestive flexes of her stomach walls, and with her unnatural strength forcing what was left of them against a hard, unyielding stone wall.

She pressed on them, smashing them down, listening to them yowl and scream, until those sounds grew choked and the crunching, mulching sounds of her gut working them down to inseparable chyme was louder than their final cries. She listened to them gasp and wheeze their last, never letting up, never softening the blow. Yet they could still struggle on, faintly kicking, shaking, grasping for a rescue that would never come right up until the moment something vital gave out inside them and they collapsed under all that force in one final, decisive [i]splrch[/i].

The wet sound accompanied Kayte staggering forward, gut suddenly much flatter, much more malleable with the cats inside her completely broken. She stepped back to pat her middle, then to press her fingers deeper and knead at what remained solid. Such twins they were. Even if they weren't identical, they were so well matched that they even died as one, digested together in the sludge and slop of the wererabbit's stomach, getting actively converted into pudge and curves on Kayte's huge, transformed body with every passing [i]gworgle[/i] of stomach activity. Getting devoured, jizzed on, and digested was humiliating enough, and the more they melted down and got absorbed in the rabbit's intestines, they more they shaped that soft, round, cottontailed butt, packing on the squish and jiggle to give even the raging, drooling beast a cushy, bouncy ass.

Such a stunningly destructive automatic process felt [i]good[/i], too. Kayte slowly slumped down against a wall, landing squarely on her extra soft butt, and wrapped her thick fingers around her cock. There was still more pleasure to be milked out of churning up those pretty kitties. She snorted and grunted like the animal she was, licking her chops, remembering how delicious they were, how much she enjoyed crunching them down into soft, unmoving masses. That was more than enough to guide her hand up and down her knotted dick, pleasuring herself to a juicy, leaking edge in under a minute, swiping her fingertips across her cock to mop up the pre constantly pouring out of her.

This time, there was nothing in particular that sent her over the edge. She just jerked off and digested the cats until she came all over her shrinking belly. It wasn't a small cumshot, either. Thick streaks and ropes of rabbit spunk splashed that padded gut, soaking her rounded middle until it was nice and shiny. Squeezing her knot to get a few last squirts of seed out of her cock, Kayte eventually huffed and slumped. It didn't take her long to settle down after a release like that. Her body still had plenty of work to do, and she was content to lay her head back, shut her eyes, and sleep right through all the remaining gurgling and grumbling, covered in cum, still drooling a little when she started dreaming of gulping down tasty felines.

Even if she was nearly mindless, those sensations were going to live on as memories for her to revisit again and again, in that form or her regular one. She didn't transform back even after snoozing for several hours straight. Her body was every bit as monstrous as when she ate the twins. She'd fully absorbed them after her extended nap, though she was far too much of a beast to even stop and admire how much bigger, how much softer she was. That much was evident by the extra jiggle in her every step once she rose up to her feet, bouncing along without hesitation to make her way to a darker, more isolated part of the cave.

There was a pit there. She didn't know where the bottom was, nor did she care. It would do. A few cracks of her back and curved spine as she shook off the effects of her sleep, and she got right to business, squatting her fattened ass over that deep, dark hole, wiggling her little tail, and starting to grunt and push. For all their talents, all their experience and daring adventurers, the legacy of those two felines was to be a huge mount of rabbit shit, somewhere far below, getting squeezed out of that thick ass in that forgotten place.

They were impossible to tell apart anymore. Digested and used up, they were woven together in ruined fur and bits of bones, tickling Kayte on the way out of that flexing hole. She gave the occasional twitch or snort while she dropped them off, sending them away into the darkness, but that grew to more of a huff and a grunt when she came upon the more solid pieces of them that hadn't been fully melted down. Parts of their skeletons had completely crumbled under all the pressure, other bits were surprisingly intact, embedded deeply in that solid mess. That required some extra effort, getting the werebeast huffing and grinding her teeth, almost as if growling at them to just get out of her already.

At least there was one distinct sign they were still together. When Kayte neared the end of her massive, satisfying dump, she needed even more pressure to finally force out surprisingly intact skulls. They were bare, smoothed over, and hollowed out but for the shit that packed them, but they were still recognizably feline by the time they pushed out of the wererabbit's ass at last. Not that there was anyone there to recognize them. Down they went with all the rest of the waste they both used to be, united in their humiliating end, clattering down into the darkness below to join the rest of their former selves, along with everyone else Kayte had devoured and dumped down there, never to be found.

Maybe someone better was going to come along and put a stop to her reign of terror, but Kayte didn't care. She lived on, fatter, softer, happier, and the curse endured. Finishing off the very last of them, in small, compact, chalky pellets of digested bone, she wiggled her way back to her feet and left that makeshift privy behind. The cats were all hers to keep, wobbling with her every step. Two curvy meals like that, and even her were form was going to spend some time chasing down prey to work them off, but that was fine with her.