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It didn't make any sense. He had cross-referenced and triangulated, calculated exactly where he was supposed to go, and yet he saw nothing more than dry dunes. There was supposed to be a temple. A towering structure unlike any before, built centuries ago to honour an ancient goddess. It would surely have been a sight to remember for the rest of the leopard's life, more impressive than anything he'd ever seen. But more importantly, it was almost definitely packed with rare and valuable things to steal.

The leopard thief kept his pack light for the desert journey, though it still rattled and sloshed noisily as he moved. That was much more noise than he liked making, but it was a necessity to ensure he had enough water for the long march through the scorching sands. At least he was well-camouflaged. His formally white cloak had grown a dusty brown in the desert winds, allowing him to blend in to the seemingly endless surroundings. He hadn't seen a sign of life in hours. Not even a scorpion.

When he laid eyes on the improbable sight of distant, swaying trees above a clear blue lake, or pond perhaps, he made sure to blink several times. Oh, he'd heard of this. Enough time in the emptiness and heat, and many started to imagine exactly what they wished to see. There were tales of those who had been driven to madness, scooping sand into their mouths as if it were water, there bones left to bleach in the desert sun. He wasn't going to fall for it.

Yet as he got closer, it didn't flicker, didn't fade, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate. A savanna cat like him was built well to withstand the heat, but that didn't mean he didn't wish to cool down. Ahead of him, there appeared to be exactly what he needed. Those tall palm trees rustled invitingly in the breeze, and between them, a glistening pool of pure, clear water beckoned to him. He had never seen water that looked so clean, so refreshing. And when he looked closer, he realized there was someone there already.

She was seated in the water, immersed to the waist and simply bathing. As far as he could tell, she hadn't seen him. From the middle up, she appeared human, or perhaps elven. An elegant, thickly-set female, completely naked but for an assortment of golden jewellery. Her mocha skin was wet and shiny under the sun, looking tantalizingly smooth even from afar. Her ample belly supported a simply massive set of breasts, tipped by darker brown. Between her ebony locks of hair, her eyes gleamed a green rather similar to his own. That was when he realized she was looking right at him, wearing a reserved, warm smile.

He smiled back, not even thinking about it. Nor was he thinking about how quickly he was walking towards her. His legs simply seemed to carry on of their own volition. He really wanted nothing more than to feel that water on his bare fur, and the company only made that prospect all the more enticing. It was rare for someone like him to become so deeply entranced by the sight of a woman, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She simply smiled back as he approached, offering him a friendly greeting when he was close enough to hear her.

"Hello, traveller," she said, her voice silky, sultry. Just hearing it put an odd feeling in his chest he wasn't sure what to do with, so he just purred. "Come, rest a while, should you wish."

Mahiri perked his ears at that, and just nodded to her. He could already feel the cool air coming off the water, and caught its almost impossibly refreshing scent. Hers as well, sweet like honey. He wanted to be close to her, wanted to soak in that water together. The only thing that gave him pause was seeing the other half of her, shimmering beneath the surface of the perfectly pristine water. The scales of serpent shone beneath the surface, many times longer than the rest of her, plump and speckled white on brown. Round and round she stretched, coiling from one end to the other of the shining oasis.

Stepping into the water meant stepping in between those coils, and yet there he was, already stripping from his pack and clothing, revealing his spotted fur beneath. Her smile grew only slightly larger as her eyes worked up and down his soon-naked body, catching the slightest hint of pink from his sheath. He couldn't deny how lovely she looked, even twice outside his species, but he kept himself at least relatively modest for the moment.

Just before he slipped right into the cool depths before him, he paused just a moment, considering. She was at least partly a snake, sitting there mysteriously in a desert oasis that seemed impossibly relaxing. He stopped and focused his own thinking. Was any part of this beyond his control? Was he merely hypnotized into wanting to join her so very much? It didn't feel like it. There was none of that blankness, that haziness like other times when sorcerers or the like tried to play with his mind. His thoughts flowed freely. And so he stepped into the pool, confident it was his own choice and not hers to do so.

Immediately behind him, he felt her coils shifting. But they didn't wrap him up, didn't instantly crush him or render him helpless. She wasn't striking, merely adjusting her long lower body so that he could comfortably lean back against their cool surface. The relief was immediate. The deeper he got into that blissful water, the better he felt. All the day's wear and tear upon his body and mind simply seemed to melt away, and he sighed as he got himself immersed up to his neck. It was even just the right depth for him to sit comfortably, the scales behind him serving as a pillow for his back. He rumbled happily, giving another lengthy sigh.

"How does that feel, feline?" she asked him once he got properly settled.

"Fantastic," he simply answered before going on. "This isn't some illusion now is it? I'm not just rolling in the hot sand, naked to my spots right now?"

"Of course not, kitty. Everything you see and touch is real. You may relax here as long as you want."

He offered her a smile, and swished his immersed tail a few times through the depths. He couldn't help a little flirting. "I have to say I've never quite seen such a pretty snake-woman. Or woman in general! What are you doing out in all this emptiness?"

"Why, this is my land, dear leopard. Some call me the goddess of the desert. You can simply call me Syraia."

He stuck his ears right up, and gave her a close look. That name had certainly come up before, but he had never actually come across a description of her. It was like no one had ever actually met her. Yet she didn't seem at all elusive, basking there, inviting him right in. She was large enough to be dangerous, of course. Especially if she truly was a goddess. Yet absolutely nothing about her seemed threatening. It was like she radiated safety and comfort right along with her alluring, wet snake scent.

"I have heard that name." He squinted at her a moment, then shifted his eyes, wondering how truthful he really ought to be with her. "In truth, I wanted to visit your temple."

She gave him a look that was a bit more sly than before. Her eyes were looking right into his. "And why do you wish to do that, sweet cat?"

He managed to maintain her gaze, though it was intense, despite how gentle the rest of her was. Still, he was unflinching as he lied. "Oh, that's easy. I've heard tales of its opulence and beauty. I figured it would be a sight like no other. Especially if the goddess herself is present for me to witness with my mere mortal eyes. And lucky me, here you are."

She nodded, and he couldn't really read her. But it wasn't like he had stolen anything yet. Intent wasn't incriminating, was it? Maybe he wouldn't even take anything. Maybe just getting to meet her was enough. For the pleasure of laying eyes upon her naked form, and also to tell others his tale. There had to be some money in a good story like that, if not the same amount as bringing back a priceless artifact right from under a goddess' nose.

"You are kind. Mahiri, was it?" He hadn't told her his name, but he didn't notice that she already knew it. "I would be pleased to show you. I will even take you there myself. But first, I would like to tell you something."

"What's that?" He gave a tip of his head, watching her lips move with utter fascination. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine, right to the tip of his twitching tail when he saw her bite her lip with a fang.

"Come closer," she said, and as she did, the coils against his back urged him forward. Not outright pushing, not forcing him to obey. Merely encouraging him. Though he could feel the sheer muscular strength in her snake body. Enough to overpower him with ease.

"I can hear you just fine from here," he assured, though he wasn't suspicious of anything. More just flirting back.

"It's a secret. Meant only for your pretty ears. I must whisper it to you." She licked over her lips, the wet sound putting some extra weight to the kitty's sheath.

So he approached, standing to wade across the water towards her. He'd already forgotten all about the heat, all about his weariness. His limbs were full of new energy, like he could make the journey there a dozen times without stopping for a rest. Her skin was dripping, glossy beneath the sun, and he was almost entirely certain it would feel wonderful against his fur. So he didn't even hesitate to step right into her offered embrace, feeling her arms encircle him, pulling him to her hefty bust.

In an instant, he ascended to a state beyond even bliss. Rumbling as he got cozy against her, letting her squeeze and rub him as she held him. She petted him like a common housecat, running her fingers through his fur as she stroked down his spotted back, but he didn't mind. Not when her touch was so cool and soothing, massaging him deeply with even the slightest attention. He'd almost forgotten about the supposed secret until she leaned down, placing her lips directly beside one of those lifted ears, letting him feel her breath against his wet fur.

When she whispered, it sounded considerably more serpentine, bringing out her inner hisses in a way that irresistibly aroused him. And that was just from the sound of her voice alone. Even more erotic was what she actually said.

"I want you, kitten. Stay with me a while. Then I'll take you where you want to go."

Before he could even respond, she slipped his ear between her lips and bit it, bringing a feline rowl out of him. He was beyond words at that point, reduced to just cat noise as he grew to a firm and excited state, throbbing there against her rounded belly. She didn't seem to mind at all. Her grip on him shifted lower, until she was squeezing at his hips, his girly backside, kneading deep into the curves. And beneath the water, the rest of her shifted too, until he could feel those cool coils flexing around his ankles, giving them a squeeze together before winding up his legs.

She constricted on him just enough to keep him in place, to pleasure him with the sensation of those scales squishing against his damp fur without actually hurting him any. It would have been easy. Just a little tighter, and his nimble body wouldn't be so nimble anymore as his bones turned to dust. But she kept him comfortable, still filling him with that sensation of safety, of being protected. He trusted her.

Granted, trusting her was easy when she felt so good to press up against. He initially thought to spare the goddess such a crude thing as outright being humped by an overly horny leopard, driven to his utmost of lustful states by just a few minutes in her radiant presence. But the longer he lingered near, throbbing against her soft belly, the more he lost control of his own desires. Thrusting, grinding, pleasuring himself as he savoured in the sensation of her silky-smooth skin gliding against his barb-topped shaft.

A few more nibbles to her ear, and then a fork-tongued slurp right inside of it for a moment, and she instead directed his face downwards. A hand on the back of his head pushed his muzzle directly into her cleavage, where he was happy to nuzzle and be immersed in her sweetness. He sniffed at her skin at first, then outright tasted it. His inhibitions were long gone. And the seemingly pleased hiss he got from her all the while only encouraged him to keep adoring on her with his raspy tongue, up and down, side to side, smearing the space between her titanic breasts with a light sheen of leopard drool.

Her hisses mixed with simple moans, and he loved to hear them. To know he was pleasing her, his goddess. That thought simply came to him naturally. She was a precious creature, worthy of worship. And he fully intended to give it, everywhere he could, starting with every square inch of those jiggling tits as he swiped all the flavour from them he could get. At least until he felt her fingers beneath his chin, tilting his muzzle back up so that they could lock gazes once more.

Given his state of enraptured lust, he half expected to see her eyes comically swirling with hypnotic spirals. No such thing, merely that intoxicating green, gleaming down at his own. Her breath smelled delicious, and he couldn't quite place it. Not just sweet, but oddly alluring, making him want to puff his chest right up full of it. A kiss would have to do.

His head was half the size of hers, if that, which meant meeting her lips entirely was impossible. At her squeezes and urging, she did his best. He smooched her lower lip, and felt her approvingly sigh as she relaxed in their shared affection and lust. All the while, he was still grinding on her, smearing great streaks of pre on her perfect skin.

Her lips were soft, ample, and he sucked on one of them a while in some semblance of a kiss. She responded with her writhing tongue, slipping out, tickling his muzzle with its forked tip before she just worked it slickly between his own lips. Comparing it to a serpent itself seemed a little redundant, but accurate. Wriggling inside his mouth like it had a mind of its own, before she simply slipped it into his throat, just a little. All he could do was suck on it a while, taking her saliva for his own and swallowing it down, hungrily.

By then, her coils had entirely encircled him. He hardly even noticed just how wrapped up he'd become. It didn't feel like the dangerous constriction of a giant snake. Much more like a welcoming hug, even the tightness around his muscles pleasant rather than stifling. Though his arms were nonetheless trapped at his sides, and he could hardly move a muscle from shoulders to toes, with even his tail trapped in there. His cock too, pressed against his belly by her cool scales, flexing against him, stimulating but not quite enough to make him cum.

Her tongue seemed to be impossibly long. He swallowed it right down, and still it moved around in his mouth, tasting what he tasted, filling his cheeks with her sweet saliva. Then it was back out, and instead wrapping around his throat. Once, and then again, forming a dripping scarf that held his head precisely in place. But it was too soft to choke him, feeling oddly comfortable like that. Maybe it was just the desire he could sense in her motions, in the way she held him just so, exactly where he needed to be. Where she _wanted_him to be.

So he didn't even question it when she began to suck upon his entire muzzle at once. It easily fit between her lips. If that was what she wanted to do, he was all for it, purring there in her coils, left just enough room to draw breath, but squeezed tight enough in other spots he could feel his joints popping. It didn't hurt, but rather brought him a sense of relief, like she were snapping the soreness right from his bones. He didn't mind letting her have a little taste of him if she enjoyed his flavour on her tongue.

When she opened her jaws much wider than any human ever could, it only made sense to him. Of course she could do that, being part snake. The implications of such were far from his mind. All he knew was he now had a bed of warm tongue and maw to rest his head inside as her lips sealed down around his throat. He remained purring, remained hard and needy, humping at her flexing coils and the swell of her belly even as he felt it heavily grumble again his cock. Still not hypnotized - just actively deciding he wasn't worried.

He still felt that way when he heard the gulp. It went along with an extended mmmmmm, muffled by his own head as he pushed into the velvety embrace of her throat. It was supremely wet all around him, squishing into his features with layer upon layer of drool, soaking him to the very skin. Every massaging gulp tugged him forward with alarming strength. That went along with the near-crushing grip she had around his very bones, clenching him there in her coils, leaving him only enough room to breathe, but not to squirm. There was nothing he could do, physically, to get out of the situation. And he was too muffled in her gullet to properly protest - or maybe he just wasn't bothering to try.

The air he got was growing increasingly humid as he made his slick journey towards the inside of the goddess, but he was comfortable, pleasured. He could feel the adoration in her movements, in the way she swallowed at him and squeezed him between her lip all the way, and it felt good to be such an object of desire. There he was, merely a mortal cat, never truly finding his purpose until he heard those breathy moans warmly rising from within her. That he could bring such pleasure simply by being squeezed and swallowed took him to a curious state of enlightened worth. He belonged there, between her lips and fangs, pleasing her more the deeper he delved.

She didn't miss a single detail of his body with her tongue as she ate him. It all kept him in that purring, blissful state. Every inch that slid into her bulging throat could have been distressing if not for the accompanying slurps of that agile serpent tongue. It massaged over his every spot, over every inch of his matted fur, touching him in mundane places that were made intimate by the thoroughness of her tasting. He was making her drool, enough that it ran down his chest and belly while she worked him between her lips, and swallowed down great throatfuls of snaky saliva that rushed past him, racing him to the destination gurgling ominously below.

Of course he knew she was eating him. He may have been utterly enraptured by her beauty and the pleasure of her touch, but he was fully aware of what was happening. Inch by inch, savoured with every gulp, he was sliding down her throat, outlined in her chocolatey skin. She probably could have eaten him the moment he stepped into the water with her, if not before. That she was taking her time with him, and using such care to be sure he was never in any discomfort spoke only of good intentions for him. So he was happy to let the sultry goddess swallow him whole. It was probably going to feel heavenly to be inside her.

As she slurped and suckled down his belly, he felt his muscles tensing, but only because he was slightly ticklish. She traced patterns through his every muscle, weaving drool across his abdomen as his thighs flexed with the effort to kick. But he was wound far too tightly for such a thing, and so the best he could do was giggle. The sound was barely a vibration, deep inside her body, his face long since vanished behind the mountains of her breasts.

The more of him she ate, the closer to his pulsing shaft she came. He could feel her breath washing over his every inch as he throbbed away, almost desperate, but never impatient. Closer, closer, until the very tip of those tapered inches tapped just lightly against her lower lip. That was enough to share some of the pre he'd welled up there with her, and she paused in her consuming him to just lick over the dab of fluids he left there. Her approving hiss resonated all through him, until he could feel it as if it was coming from inside himself.

Her tongue simply seemed to strike after that, lashing out with an audible whiplike crack as it wrapped snugly around his cock, from tip to base, squishing down into his plump nuts as she tightly gripped him. The squeeze was much like what her own coils might have given, pressing deeply into the engorged veins, the bulging barbs near the top, squeezing them inwards. Maybe she didn't know how sensitive those were, because he was soon yowling inside her, his toes curling, his tail twitching as he struggled to even bear the tingling sensation that attention gave him.

It was almost a relief when she relaxed the pressure some and just focused on pleasuring him. Up and down went her coiled tongue, stroking over his shaft as she pointed it right into her mouth, resting on her lower lip. She wasn't swallowing any more of him for the moment, instead just intently focused on getting him off. It wasn't going to take long. Not with that schlicking, schlurping tongue wound around his shaft, making his balls pull tighter and tighter from the pleasure those soaking tugs up and down gave him. His lips began to draw back into a partial snarl, though it really came out more as a mewl. Especially with him half-swallowed like that, only his legs and rump left outside her body, leaving him utterly muffled no matter how much noise he tried to make.

His first thought was to resist the teasing, the pleasuring, for as long as he could. It be quite immodest of him to just cum in her mouth like that, after all. He abandoned such efforts to be polite after a full minute of soaking, squeezing tongue attention up and down his rock-hard kitty cock. Never before had he ever felt himself actually milked like that, brought to the absolute peak of pleasure and simply held there for a few seconds so intense it was like he was going to achieve enlightenment. The world around vanished as his mind devoted itself solely to the tension growing in his cock, his balls, right down to his taint and even his twitching tail. Only to finally, copiously, excessively erupt for her. There was no resisting it.

He was flexed so taut the muscles in his legs were outright bulging there against her scales, while his back arched and he cried out inside of her. It was thunderous at first, but quickly sharpened to yowling. From masculine, to more feminine. Not that any of it mattered, given the constricting gullet still massaging tightly into his features, outlining his moaning face just below her tits. His thick leopard seed came lewdly, loudly, seemingly endlessly as it spattered there against her chin just as much as it got in her mouth. She left her stretched, snakelike jaws open wide to catch as much of it as she could, while the rest went cascading down to splash across her breasts, forming an extended splatter that contrasted her dark skin. Still he came, his hips bucking wildly, or attempting to, but kept firm in place by her unrelentingly tight squeeze.

When he finished, his balls good and drained, he let the tension fall out of his muscles, leaving him slumping, almost entirely limp from head to toe. Purring all the while, letting that intoxicating afterglow just simmer all through his body. She was left dripping, painted nicely by the virile big cat. Soaked in all the kitty cum she couldn't quite get between her plump lips. But there was plenty there resting on her tongue, sloshing over her teeth, and she simply closed her eyes and sent it all down in one big swallow, keeping him precisely in place all the while, gripping his ankles a little tighter to keep from finishing him off all at once. That meant he was soon washed all over in his own cum, from his belly right up to his face, giving him even more of a faceful than he'd given her, left with it clinging to his fur and hair along with all of her saliva he'd already soaked up.

With that tingling sensation running through so much of his body, relaxing every single muscle, even those he didn't know were tensed, he was content. He thought he could stay right there forever, framed by her soft lips, kneaded by her gullet, feeling her breath relaxedly huffing over his drenched body. Nothing could ever come close to how good he felt in those moments. She let him linger a while, letting him recover from the rush, catching his breath as best he could so deep inside of her. But she wasn't done with him. After a rest, savouring his taste and his purrs, she started to swallow again.

It wasn't like he didn't know she was eating him, but that next gulp took it over the threshold from teasing to most definitely going to swallow him entirely. He felt her tongue work up right between his thighs, teasing at his taint, at the very base of his tail while she framed his girly butt between her lips, hips pushing out on her cheeks. Given his feminine build, that was the widest part of him, wider than his shoulders. And yet swallowing over his spotted ass seemed no more a challenge for her than the rest of him.

Once she was past that milestone, there was surely no turning back. She even released him from her coils, but for the very tip wrapped tightly around his ankles. That went along with her tipping her head back slowly, letting him dangle there, bobbing back and forth along with her as she swayed like a mesmerized snake. It was a sight that probably would have been impossible to take his eyes off if he could see her in those moments. But the leopard was increasingly just a bulge in her mocha skin as she polished him off, working up his spotted legs as he rubbed them together all the way.

Her gut was far warmer than the outside of her, but it was far from sweltering. He settled into it with an initial gasp, splashing into the shallow pool of unidentified fluids at the base, squirming until he could get himself right side up. It was difficult when so much of him was still held tight in her throat, but plenty more of him followed. She finished him off with a shamelessly lewd noodle-slurp that echoed all the way down to her stomach, letting the leopard hear the last of his legs and tail being sucked on hard as she shoved him down past her lips and into the massages of her gullet. All the way down, bulging until the rest of him settled with a wet thud in the very base of her belly, swelling it and making it sag out, outlining his curvy form beneath her shining skin. He looked female, all wrapped up tight like that.

She followed her meal with an immediate belch, _bwaaaarping_out excessively, flinging a bit of spit and some of the fur he left behind, caught in her fangs. Distinctly ungoddesslike, but only fair after swallowing an entire squirming, purring leopard whole. After that, she simply smacked her lips, and gave them an extended, extra-thorough licking, to be sure she didn't miss any of his flavour that remained. A quick washing off of her breasts in the oasis, cleaning them of the cum he'd left running down them, and she simply began to knead her wobbling middle, massaging herself as much as the kitty inside as she hissed contently, in a tone that wasn't unlike his own purring.

He was amazed at just how comfortable a stomach could actually feel. It wasn't as tight as her throat, giving him room to curl up and get himself cozy. Though it kneaded in on him with threatening strength, it wasn't doing anything to harm him. She kept him safe and warm inside her, rubbing at her as she outright moaned with the feeling of his entire body weighing her down. He'd made her happy, was continuing to do so, pleasing her with every moment he stayed inside her.

But he did wonder just how long the air would last. It was humid, thick in there, and though he was breathing fine, it wasn't like being out in the fresh air. As the desert sun wore down on her stretched belly, he could feel the heat ramping all around him with every minute he spent within the serpent, wordlessly purring. And the more she massaged at him, the louder those gurgles started to get, until they were even drowning out her hisses as the walls closed in tighter and tighter. They tested just how flexible he was as they folded him into a ball of cat, pressing his knees right up to his cheeks. Maybe the chamber was a safe place to hold him for a while, but there was still the reality of it being meant for processing food.

Perhaps he was supposed to be climbing out himself, whenever he was ready, he thought. Maybe his lingering there was his way of saying to her he was still comfortable, and she was simply waiting for him to decide how long was enough. He tried to pry himself out of that curled up position, tried to feel around for the same sphincter he'd arrived through, but neither effort was successful. Her stomach had him clenched far too firmly for him to do much moving at all, and the passage back to her gullet was sealed up tight. He was going to stay exactly where he was, sealed so tightly that his face was bulging visibly out of her gut, until she decided otherwise.

When he finally spoke, his voice was so much meeker than he was used to hearing it, even briefly holding an uncharacteristic stammer. "G-goddess? Ah, that is, Syraia. What happens now?"

She quietly chuckled, and gave his cheek a stroke through her pudge. Her voice was just as soft and soothing as before, despite her words. "I think you know exactly what happens now, kitten. The same thing that happens to all food."

That brought a gasp from him, one that he could hardly afford as his air got thinner, wetter, and smelled more of a snake's stomach. "Food? But I didn't... I never agreed... you didn't say you were..."

"Oh, you can try all you like to explain what you just did, leopard. But the fact remains. When I began to eat you alive, you didn't resist. You willingly gave yourself to your goddess, because you knew this is precisely where you belong."

Something in his chest tightened enough that it was painful, making it hard to breathe. Maybe it was the sudden onslaught of fear, or simply the intense squeezing churns coming down on him from all sides. Or both. He wasn't so comfortable anymore, for certain. "What? No! That's not... I never agreed to that. I thought this was just... for fun."

She gave him a decisive prod. Though it was just a single finger, the added pressure made it all the harder to breathe right. "Fun? Oh, it will be very fun. I can't wait to feel you melting down. Adding to my body. It will feel so very good to wear you on my curves as goddess fat, forever."

Though fear made it feel like his insides were getting all twisted up in a knot, he still had strength enough left to protest. "This was all a trick! Hypnosis, or some magic!"

"Oh, not at all," she said, her voice as steady as ever. "Maybe I could have hypnotized you if I had to. But as you start to digest for me, just remember. You made this choice yourself. When your goddess began eating you, you didn't have a single thing to say about it. You even came for me when you were halfway to oblivion. Does that sound like the actions of someone who didn't want to be my prey?"

It was one thing to devour him, but to wound his pride in the process just made him all the more prone to squirming. He didn't know what to say to that, and so he just expressed his defiance by wriggling about within her as much as he could. Thumping back and forth, trying to at least rock around enough to build up some momentum, to disturb the oncoming process as much as he possibly could.

"Nothing to say, kitten?" She gave his rump a squeeze where it pressed out beneath the layers of fat. "Then just keep on squirming for me. Mmm, yes. My soft, squirming little kitty. So pretty. So precious. Making me feel so good while I keep you in my belly. Do you hear that? I'm going to start digesting you soon."

Right on queue, those gurgles started to change. Not just getting louder, but getting wetter. Turning to a constant sloppy glorping as her digestives started to flood him, soaking right through his fur and to his skin beneath. That went along with a harsh clench of the walls in on him, bending one his his curled up legs in a way even a flexible feline wasn't supposed to move. Something gave a sickly crunch, and he was numb at first. But the pain set in soon enough.

Crying out and whimpering, he began to really fight for an escape. Pounding on the walls around him, even trying to bite them, but the chamber had him so tightly he couldn't muster any sort of attack, couldn't do any damage to her. If she truly was a goddess, he probably couldn't have harmed her anyway, even if he wasn't nakedly packed into her belly. But it would have been madness to just give up, just slump down and give in to the digestives and the churns that threatened to crush him to death before he even properly melted. Especially when he was forced to listen to her moaning, even pleasuring herself to his every yelp of pain as something else dislocated, or simply crunched to bits under the onslaught of her brutal appetite.

"Ohhhh, yes. That's a good little kitty. Silky-soft for me to ruin. Give me those crispy, crunchy crackles. I want to hear you scream as I snap your soft mortal bones."

Every word was delivered with the huffed tone of pleasure, just to rub it in his face that not only was she enjoying his gradual, painful demise, she was outright getting off on it. He wasn't going to indulge her by letting himself scream. But it got increasingly difficult to hold back, as he bit his lip, shaking some as her crushing gut reduced his once-agile body to an increasingly limp sack of meat. One leg, then the other, crunching loudly, the sound echoing terribly in that cramped space. He felt them shooting with pain, then simply numb. Soon his entire lower body followed into that unfeeling state as something popped violently in his lower spine. Even if he escaped right then, he probably wouldn't have been able to do more than crawl on his belly away from her.

The crackling torment continued upwards across his body. He felt a rib or two cave in, making it much more difficult to breathe. Those splintered bones were jabbing into something vital within him, judging by the sharp pain. One of his shoulders popped right out of its spot, and then the other arm simply snapped in two, nearly torn right from his body. He was utterly helpless, mashed up into a softened state, crunched up for the delight of the goddess. At least the fluids flowing all around him weren't taking off much more than his fur, itching at his skin but not truly digesting him just yet.

He'd managed to keep from screaming. He wasn't even sure if he could anymore. His struggles had ceased, replaced by mere twitching as his muscles reacted violently to all the damage being done to his supple body. The slightest shift in position sent all new pains throughout him, as he struggled just to keep his head from planting flat to the bottom of the heated chamber. She took heavy squeezes of him, feeling over his mangled and twisted body with a satisfied puff of breath.

"Mmm. Very good. Tenderized like the meat you are. I could snuff you out right this very moment, you know. One little clench and your skull will be dust. But I love the way you squirm, Mahiri. And I still want to hear you scream. Maybe my lower gut will bring that out of you?"

All that time so far, and he'd been churning around in her human half. Before he could consider exactly how her anatomy worked, he felt the chamber open up beneath him, and a distinct tug against his broken body. It was a small, tight sphincter, but he was swiftly forced head and hands-first right through it once those swallowing muscles caught his limp and useless arm. It was much like her throat before, except even tighter. And that meant even more pressure on his broken body, crushing his a few more bones, making the other damage even worse, until he felt himself choking on the blood welling up in his throat.

Rather than a smooth slide through her coils, it was a a jerky, violent motion. Starting and then stopping suddenly, rushing down a few more feet only to halt with another horrifying crunch each time. He was starting to wonder if he even had any bones left before long. All the worse when her coils simply seemed to go on forever. He'd seen them stacked atop themselves in the water, but hadn't truly got an idea of how long they were, rushing foot after foot through an increasingly tight passage, while those underwater scales distinctly outlined his mangled but nonetheless curvy form as he wound from one end of the water to the other and back again. .

When he finally got some room to breathe again, it was near the end of those many, many coils. He was all wrapped up in her second belly soon enough, greeted by a much more acidic scent than her first. Gone was her sweet, enticing honey aroma, to be replaced with churning, deadly digestives that burned his throat and eyes alike. At least he was allowed to stretch out fully in that second stomach, but that just meant every part of him was exposed to the waiting acid, soon flowing over every inch of his mostly furless body, getting into every crevice and orifice alike.

By then, he was starting to think he was done with pain. Everything had gone so numb that he was ready to simply pass out. But that all changed when he felt the burning. First came the scent, and not a pleasant one, as his skin and flesh beneath began to singe, began to sizzle as if he were being cooked inside that deadly chamber. Then came the proper pain as they ate into his body from inside and out, melting him down, piece by piece, just like she said. They burrowed beneath his skin, into his muscles, and began to outright eat away at his nerves. That was when she got the scream she wanted.

It wasn't much, given how badly the cat had been damaged by that point. His lungs weren't working right, his throat was bleeding, gurgling. But still he managed an appropriately tormented, terrified wail. Good enough for her it seemed, as he heard even deep inside her those moans of ecstasy. It sounded like she was reaching climax, and he felt obvious wriggles and contractions all throughout her coils as she did. Getting off on his final screams, until they rasped in his throat and became a mere gargle of all the blood as he digested from the inside out and outside inwards.

The only thing that could have been worse in those moments was for it not to get any worse. The feline was dying, fading to nothing for all number of reasons. Whether it was suffocation, internal bleeding, or merely being digested right down to his splintered bones, he only had seconds left in his short life. But as the serpent came down from her high of climax, sighing and rubbing at herself all over, she relaxed, sinking up to her neck in the tranquil oasis, the bulge of prey hidden beneath the surface of the water. To anyone else who wandered near, there would have been no sign of her predatory nature, but the dunes were silent. In relaxing, she ensured that he lasted just a little longer, doing nothing to finish him off.

"Good kitten. Good little thief turned meal. I know that's why you came here. Why else would a sneaky thing like you be wandering in my desert with an empty pack?" She slid her lower coils up near her upper body, and began to rub them. "Still, at least I granted you a little fun before your painful end, right? I am a most generous goddess, even to those who seek to wrong me."

He wasn't coherent enough to reply, so she went on.

"Of course, I'm glad you came here, even if your intentions were selfish. There's nothing I love more than punishing would-be thieves. Especially those who squirm and scream as well as you do. Hm. I bet you're not so cute down there anymore. Probably almost gone. Now do it, my little kitty prey. Die for your goddess so she can take everything she needs from you and add it to her luscious body."

With that relaxation, there came a calming of her digestives. Not quite as aggressive in tearing him apart, rending the tender meat right off the bone. It only made a slight difference in his final lifespan, but those extra seconds of consciousness meant just that much more pain for the leopard to wallow in, until his body finally, mercifully gave in. First, he slipped into unconsciousness, and he didn't last much longer after that. A few final twitches deep inside those coils, and then he slumped down with an extended sigh outwards, one that matched her own as she felt the life leave his digesting body.

And with that, it was just her. All alone once more in that oasis. Though the sand around her was far from empty. It was concealed from the sight of any interlopers, appearing as nothing more than empty air in an endless desert, but her temple had been towering above the two of them all that time. She rested a while, gazing up to the cloudless sky with a soft smile as she felt the leopard's details softening over. He had truly been a prize. Pretty enough to be worthy of her harem, but that simply made it all the sweeter to digest him fully. Until he was nothing more than bones that clattered together in the sludge of his former self, trapped beneath her scales, the rest of what was once a cute feline pushing down into her intestines, to be stripped of everything she could use.

Such a conquest, such a satisfying meal, was worth a nap.

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She had promised to take him to her temple, and in a way, she intended to keep that promise. His eyes had long since melted from his skull, so he was too late to actually see it. He was little more than a weight passing through her intestines at that point, stripped of every nutrient his tasty body had to offer, but it still meant he was coming with her when she awoke and rose from the oasis with a long stretch and yawn. There was still a little of his flavour on her breath, and she sucked her lower lip to see if she could get some more of it. What a treat he had been. Almost a shame he had to die to feed her. Almost.

Slithering off casually, she left that pool behind. It had never been an illusion, really there in every sense, but it paled in comparison to the grand, hidden temple that stretched nearly to the sky. Her servants and guards awaited her within, but as she wound her way through the sand, she decided she still needed her privacy for a while longer. The reason for that being the mounting pressure she felt at the very base of her tail. Seemed he wasn't going to make it to her temple after all, given how fast she'd worked him through her system. Well, it was closer than most would-be thieves ever made it.

Though there was no one around to actually hear her, she couldn't help but deliver a final tease to the ill-fated leopard. Perhaps some shred of his existence could hear him, or perhaps it was only for herself.

"Here we are, Mahiri. That was the name, wasn't it? I hope you've enjoyed your stay inside me, but I'm all done with you now. Everything I needed is now a part of me." She emphasized that with a deep grope that started at her belly, and worked up to her breasts, squeezing deeply into their fattened and enhanced shape, given extra weight by the cat she'd added to them. "You're fat on your goddess' tits, and great fat load of snakeshit to dry up in the sand. Time to let you out. And I'm going to enjoy it, too."

Felines were always so pleasant to digest. Everything about them was smooth, and their bones always just seemed to soften down so nicely by the time she was done with them. A few remained, tickling her inside, but their edges had been sanded flat by her ruthless digestion. Most of them were simply crushed to powder, sprinkled through the packed waste that pushed out at her slit. No more waiting. She simply found a spot away from the temple steps, in some shady corner, and lifted her tail end high with a pleased sigh.

A spread of her cloaca, and then the digested leopard began to squeeze out in thick chunks of snakeshit, flecked with only the slightest hints of what he used to be. Some of his fur here and there, clumped up and stimulating her on the way out. Bits of his hair, the red dye worn out to black, but stained beyond recognition either way. She couldn't help but nibble her lip as she disposed of him. It wasn't just that he felt good coming out. There was also just the memory of his face, of his elegant, naked body pressed against her as she listened to him purr. She'd taken all that, and simply destroyed it, leaving nothing but the increasing pile of filth to bake beneath the sun.

The pieces of what he used to be were packed so tightly they thudded down beneath her. Dry, and dryer by the moment in the desert heat. Eventually a few relatively intact bones began to tickle at her, and she squeezed a little harder with a gentle gasp, pushing them out into the mess below. Perhaps a femur, or half a pelvis. Softened and rounded out so that nothing bothered her serpent end as she shat him out.

The growing mound of former leopard was eventually near half as big as he'd been. Perhaps in her haste to digest him, she'd been a little wasteful. Turned parts of him she might have used into nothing more than steaming shit. Oh well. He still brought her pleasure, through every stage of the process, and that was what really mattered.

She grunted softly when she felt a certain blockage near the end of the humiliating process. Humiliating for the cat, that is. She didn't care. It required a little extra effort to pass the very last, extra-thick chunk of crap she'd turned him into, and a few firm bones felt into the pile along with it. From the squeeze, she was expecting a fully intact skull, but it was less than that. Just the lower half, his jaw and upper teeth, all rounded and made dull by the process of passing through her intestines. Everything above the nose was simply shattered, missing, mixed in with the rest, but his mouth remained hanging open where that half skull sat atop the mound. She looked back at it with a laugh. Seemed he'd be screaming for her forever.

"Farewell, Mahiri. Precious little kitten turned to a great big pile of your goddess' shit. I'm sure you'd be happy to know you pleased me. But you don't matter anymore."

Off she slithered, headed back up to her temple to be greeted by her worshippers, ready to attend to her every need. Her first request of them was simple. She had another name for the records. A lengthy list of everyone she'd ever left anonymously steaming out in the desert. Perhaps someday someone outside the temple might find those lists. But until then, he was just another mysteriously missing desert traveller among the dozens, or likely hundreds like him. Another vanished in the dunes, never to be seen or heard from again.