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A lot of Mahiri's worries went away when she saw just how elaborate the shooting location was. They had gone all out for this one. Sure, they were in the middle of a studio, but standing outside of that thoroughly-decorated spooky building, it really looked like she was walking up to a wicked witch's home. Was that real ivy winding all over the outside of the cozy-looking cottage like tendrils, or just a very convincing prop? And all those jack-o-lanterns were carved with such care. There was even some smoke billowing from the little chimney. Getting talked into participating in a porn film sounded pretty shady or trashy at first, and coming along had been a matter of her throwing caution to the wind, wanting to put a little more adventure into her life. But she was feeling less irresponsible, the more she saw These guys seemed legit.

Adding to her perception of legitimacy was the sight of all those cameras set up from seemingly every angle. They had an astonishingly big crew for this one. She felt a little exposed, standing out there on the fake sidewalk, all dressed up in a nurse costume so slutty it probably would have gotten her arrested on an actual street. That short, short skirt barely covered the full curve of her ass, letting the cameras catch a glimpse from several angles at once. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or slightly miffed to see that nobody was gawking. They were focused on their jobs, keeping her in frame, adjusting their equipment and murmuring technical details to each other about the lighting, rather than drooling over her. True professionals. Maybe they had seen so many scantily-clad bodies in their line of work that another shapely leopardess was business as usual.

She never heard anyone call 'action' but everyone was looking at her like they expected her to do something. The pressure of performing had her a little tense, though swishing and swaying those hips pretty much came by instinct. She waved her tail as she made her way to the door, carrying a small bag of candy with her, and knocked on the door vigorously. There was a certain sense of nervousness running through her, both at being filmed by so many cameras at once, thinking about how many people were going to see that footage when it was all done and edited. Maybe she would be a star. In ... certain corners of the internet, anyway. There was something else too though. Waiting at the door, listening to the sound of approaching footsteps, she was able to completely lose herself in the role, feeling, at least for a few moments, a sense of dread unlike any she had ever experienced before. It was just a subtle thing, but it was enough to get her heart beating a little faster, her chest going tighter until that door finally opened to reveal her partner for the night.

Mahiri hadn't actually met Gwen in person yet. She had done her homework, so to speak, involving a handful sweaty nights with one of her favourite toys, and a collection of the pornstar bunny's greatest hits playing at full blast in her bedroom. It was research for her role, so to speak. But laying eyes on her in person was a whole different thing. She looked even hotter than she expected. That sexy bunny was all dressed up in an outfit both elaborate and slutty, a witchy costume that came complete with a tight corset, accentuating her bust all the more. It hugged around her backside, leaving her cotton tail on full display, and her features were partly shrouded by that great, pointed hat. That cast her subtle smirk in a shadowy light, her eyes almost seeming to glow beneath the broad brim as she welcomed the feline to her doorstep.

It was such a striking look that Mahiri forgot her lines. All three words of them. Gwen was fine to improvise.

"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?"

High school drama classes from years ago were flooding back to Mahiri. She put on her best flirty expression, and held her treat bag out in front of her.

"Maybe! But I hear you have the best candy in the whole neighbourhood."

Gwen chuckled, and it wasn't clear if it was in character of if she was genuinely amused at her turn of phrase. Either way, she struck a sexy pose, leaning in the doorway, grasping the edge of it, casting an erotic, glowing stare at the feline.

"Hmm. Maybe I do have a nice treat for you, kitty cat. But you'll have to come inside first." She reached out, and pressed a single finger beneath her chin, tipping her muzzle up so they could lock eyes. "How does that sound?"

"Mm. Mmhmm." Mahiri didn't open her mouth to reply, holding that position, letting the slight dominance keep her frozen to the spot. For a bunny, Gwen could certainly command a certain presence.

They really had gone all out on the set. Not only did it look right, with plenty of vials, decorations, strings of herbs, burning candles, but it smelled right too. Not one step inside, and Mahiri was already inhaling a strangely enticing scent, one that danced through her senses, left her distracted and curiously sniffing at the air for a few seconds. There was something intoxicating about the aroma wafting all around that little cottage set. It made her want to start purring, and left her admiring the curves of the bunny witch all the closer, watching that short tail swishing as Gwen led her to a cozy living room. Her mind started to wander, her head feeling a little lighter, maybe even a bit dizzy. If she didn't know any better, she would have said that Gwen was already casting a spell on her, literally and figuratively. Or maybe she should have just kept a better eye on the complimentary drinks before the shoot.

Gwen led her onto a couch that looked surprisingly new and pristine for a porn prob, tugging her by the hand as she swished, bringing her to sit right in her lap. They were about the same size, but she had a way of making the leopardess feel small, squirming there atop her thighs. There was no stopping the purring anymore, especially when the bunny went so far as to squeeze at the cat's soft rump, kneading deeply as she guided her into a kiss. Flat bunny teeth fit right between the leopard's long fangs, leaving them to smooch face to face, deeply pressing together as they slipped into a full makeout session in a matter of seconds. So much for the plot, Mahiri found herself thinking. A few steps and they were already groping and grinding on another, the cat's massage expertise coming into play as she so generously kneaded down the back of the bun-witch, sharing her warm rumbles with her as she pressed closer and closer, soon mashing their concealed busts together with a pleasant squish.

Just tasting the bunny was making Mahiri feel even more deeply enraptured by that strange sensation. It was as soothing as it was arousing, leaving her dripping wet before she'd even stripped out of her outfit. She felt so relaxed, so at ease in Gwen's presence, finding herself able to totally forget about the cameras and just do whatever came naturally to her. It turned out, she was highly suggestible when she was like that. All it took for her to follow a command was for Gwen to slowly pull from the kiss, to look her in the eyes for a time, breathing warmly in her face, a light sheen of spit upon her soft lips, and speak two simple words with a voice that was as much a moan as it was a firm order.

"Lie down."

Mahiri wanted nothing more than to obey every single word. It was all a performance after all. She wanted them to see how good she could be. The couch was more than big enough to accommodate her whole stretched out form, and she was left purring as she sunk into the cushions, looking up at the bunny looming over her, running her fingers up and down those curves concealed in witchy fabric. The leopardess couldn't recall the last time she was so warm, so wet, especially for another lady. There was something about Gwen's scent, her taste, her mere aura that left Mahiri wanting more, unable to stay still as she squirmed there beneath the weight of the witch, rubbing spotty thighs together as she awaited what was next. Gwen made an elaborate show out of stripping from her outfit, with a show of tugging those corset strings loose one at a time, arching her back, stretching her arms, making sure the cameras got every possible angle on her as she sat atop the prone leopardess' hips, bearing her soft fur fully once she pulled her top completely free of her form. She kept the hat on.

It was a relief to see that the bunny was every bit as aroused as the cat herself. She was absolutely soaking, her folds glistening with the worked up juices that accumulated just by being near the leopard, and that delightfully enticing scent wafted warm across Mahiri's face as she remained pinned, licking her lips, tingling at the bunny's rump as she sat upon that purring belly. She wanted little else more than a good taste of that sopping wet bunny cunt, and she soon found her wish about to come true as Gwen set to scooting forward, glazing the leopard's belly with the dripping mess, grinding her way up until she could rest her rump right atop two plump cat tits, snugly sitting down and scooshing her way right into Mahiri's face. She didn't have to say a thing to guide the cat, simply putting her pussy on offer, letting Mahiri's desires take over, guiding her to start slurping smoothly up and down those glistening lips, dragging her tongue along firmly enough to use the full extent of that tingly texture.

As commanding as Gwen was being, there really was no staying silent after such a stimulating lick. She tossed her head back, almost losing her hat for a moment, and let a moan echo out towards the ceiling. Mahiri didn't relent. If anything, that just encouraged her to dig deeper, to press in firmly and swipe up and down in semi-aggressive drags of her slurper, penetrating the wet bunny, getting a mouthful of those juices. She sloshed the flavour around over her palate for a few seconds, and then simply closed her eyes and swallowed. Gwen was left with the need to keep up with such an eager pussy-eater, reaching down to curl her fingers into Mahiri's crimson locks, pressing right down to the cat's skull as she smothered and rode that cute feline muzzle like a toy. A few bounces, a few humps, and she was shoving that tongue inside herself, letting Mahiri bury muzzle-deep in bunny sex, her face a soaking mess, fur matted and smoothed down by the juicy mess streaming all over her features as she moaned and rumbled up between those parted folds, plunging in and out to taste the warmest depths she could reach.

The sound of a rough leopard tongue shlucking as Mahiri kept relentlessly pumping into Gwen's pussy overwhelmed all else. The moans, the purrs, everything was silent compared to that constant, wet, gushing cacophony. Gwen worked her way back and forth, fucking the feline's face, splattering her features and the couch in those excess juices, curling her toes as she clamped down on Mahiri's tongue, nearing orgasm. Mahiri was like a machine. She tongue-fucked without tire, never asking for breath, never squirming or losing her focus. Her focus were purely on pleasuring that enticing witch, and the cameras caught every moment of it, as best they could, as Gwen squeezed her head between her thighs and rode her to a peak that eventually came gushing forth in a torrent, a soaking spurt that left Mahiri guzzling down pure bunny juice directly from the source. It welled up thick enough in her mouth that she could give an elaborate gulp, the flavour of pure arousal sinking deeply into her senses, leaving her further drenched in that heated flavour, marking down her fur in a blanket of bunny heat.

As if suddenly remembering she had to breathe, Mahiri sucked in a sharp gasp as Gwen briefly withdrew from her face, coughing a few times, sputtering briefly. The bunny knelt just above her face, giving her a little time to recover. But not much. She twirled a lock of Mahiri's hair on her finger, smirking down at the huffing leopard, stroking her face here and there to run her fingers over those wet features. When she was satisfied that the leopardess had caught her breath, she turned her tail and took a seat firmly upon the leopard's muzzle, this time in reverse. Mahiri got a brief look at that thick bunny butt coming down on her before she was completely immersed, smothered between soft cheeks, her nose nestled in the fluff of Gwen's cotton tail. There she remained for a time, getting smooshed as the bunny wiggled atop her face, grinding deeper and closer, until the particular position finally made a clear statement. Gwen wiggled until she could kiss her rim right up against Mahiri's lips, the invitation obvious she didn't feel the need for words.

The leopardess was already so obedient, and she deserved to know her work was appreciated at least. Gwen made sure to make plenty of noise, playing it up for the camera as that tingle tongue swiped back and forth along her rear, slathering up her rim before pressing a little deeper, starting to eat out her ass while she pressed down hard. She applied enough pressure it seemed like she was trying to use the pretty kitty's muzzle for a toy, trying to stuff the cute cat's whole face right up inside her backside. She had no such luck, but she could certainly grind, riding that muzzle and tongue alike as she squeezed Mahiri's whole head between her cheeks, squishing her knees around the cat's soft tits as she secured herself in place, letting the loyal kitty rim her for as long as she possibly could. There was hardly a single breath of air down there, the cat completely smothered, but even after a minute of constant slurping and massaging she didn't bother to complain. Her mind was mostly blank but for the constant lust, for the single-minded devotion to pleasuring the bunny, to doing anything she wanted, without pause.

Gwen eventually let her up, just to make sure she didn't pass out, rising to her paws and leaving the eager leopard sprawled out on the couch, dripping, clenching, purring, writhing, all while catching her breath. That eventually compelled her to sit up, albeit weakly, her arms wobbling beneath her as she propped herself up. Her head was swaying back and forth in a hypnotic motion, slowly tipping to the left, then the right, a dazed look glazed over her sodden features. Bunny juices ran down her chin, her hair stuck to her face, but she was still purring. Grinning too, her eyes illuminated with lusty delight, looking so very proud of herself for her on-camera performance. Though she was hardly thinking about that anymore. The crew was doing a good job of keeping themselves silent and invisible, to the point that Mahiri felt like she really was sprawled out in a seductive witch's cottage. Such an immersion in her role meant that the unexpected twist made even more sense once she realized what was happening to her.

At first it just felt like her outfit was loosening around her body. Maybe in all her squirming she'd stretched it to the point of tearing, making for that relief of pressure on her curves. But when she blinked her eyes a few times and looked up at Gwen's looming face above her, she was left to wonder why it looked like she was sinking into the floor, even falling. Before she could think about it too much, her sight was overtaken by her own outfit, her tit-hugging top going right up over her head and leaving her ruffling around in the fabric, confused and disoriented. She wriggled until she could at least sit up, struggling with what felt like a tent coming down on her all of a sudden. She was suddenly fully nude beneath that white fabric, crawling towards the nearest source of light, just in time to see a massive paw coming down at her.

It looked like it belonged to a giant, a titan, maybe a god, reaching down from the heavens to pluck her from a couch cushion that had grown to the size of a baseball field compared to the confused leopardess. It took her longer than it really should have to make sense of the change in perspective. Gazing up at the towering form of the witch-bunny, she finally understood why she'd been feeling strange for so long. Just like that, she broke out of her magic-like stupor, left to yelp in a tiny voice as she peered up from her shrunken point of view, the spell - or whatever it was - finally having its effect on her.

Gwen spoke softly, but her voice still came out as booming to the leopardess.

"There you are little kitty. Almost thought you'd skittered away for a second there. Just like a little mouse."

She gave a sinister little chuckle that would have been a befitting witch cackle, pressing her palm near the naked cat, walking two fingers along the cushion towards her.

"Itty bitty kitty. What are you going to do now? Are you going to run and hide? There are no trees for you to climb around here."

Mahiri was far too stunned to even flee. She started up at the giant bunny until she felt fingers wrapping around her naked body, plucking her up into the air. At first, she didn't even dare wriggle, watching the floor getting farther and farther away, only faintly squirming when she found herself in the range of Gwen's warm breath. There was something highly sweet to it, even for all its warmth puffing in her face like that. The bunny took a moment to huff over her spotted captive, blasting her with sauna-like heat, making her start to writhe in that inescapable grip. Then she was grinning, slowly licking over the back of her teeth, already starting to show a bit of drool on the sheen of her lips. Her eyes bore into the leopard's own, full of wicked intent, or at least mischief, leaving Mahiri to shudder on her palm as she stretched it out to serve as a platform for her little plaything. The only thing that pulled her attention away from her shrunken toy was taking a moment to look right into one of the cameras.

"Oh don't worry, everyone. We heard you. We know what you want," Gwen told the unseen audience, before locking eyes with the leopardess once more, snapping her attention forward. "Really, Mahiri. Why do you think we picked you? It's not like our watchers have never seen a naked cat before. I mean, you're pretty and all."

She took a moment to rub her thumb up along the form of the feline, pressing between her thighs, squishing her breasts down gently, toying with her. At least she was careful. She probably could have crushed the tiny cat if she got rough with her, but she was just playing around. Not that it made Mahiri's expression any less stunned, staring wide, hardly blinking as she waited for Gwen to finish her thought. The bunny certainly took her time, tilting her palm this way and that, leaving her plaything scrambling, clutching onto her fingers to keep from falling.

"But it's one thing for you to kiss my ass all night. People want to see a predator like you get taken down, shown where she really belongs. You call yourself a big cat, but you don't look very big from where I'm standing. And can you imagine! Losing to a bunny. That's just humiliating for a leopard. What a failure of a kitty!"

It wasn't until then that Mahiri finally found her voice, and it wasn't the one she was used to. She was squeaking out, sounding so tiny, so very weak.

"What do you mean ... losing?"

Gwen lunged forth swiftly enough to make the leopard yelp, getting her face right up close to the tiny feline, huffing over her again.

"I think you already know exactly what I mean. But I mean, if you insist, I'll spell it out for you." She pulled back just enough, then clacked her flat teeth together, inches away from the leopard's face, sending a small shimmer of spit into the air to spatter upon those spots. "I'm going to eat you, cutie. Right here for everyone to see. Don't you know what happens to cuties who wander into the witch's home alone?"

Mahiri's mind was racing, filled with a million possible explanations. It must have been a big tease, a little trick they were pulling on her, just to get a proper natural reaction. They wanted to see her horrified, thinking Gwen was really going to do it, squirming and trying to escape, calling for help. Then they'd shout cut and praise her for her performance. Right? There was no way Gwen would really do it. That ... that was illegal! And yet for all her inner babbling, she was left frozen to the spot, just staring at those bunny teeth on display, trying not to think about how much damage they could do to her if they were to clamp down on her body. She didn't put on much of a performance at all, looking like she'd been simply stunned, knocked out of awareness by the mesmerizing display of Gwen opening up wide for her to see every detail of her dripping maw, from her gleaming teeth, to her outstretched tongue, and all the strands of saliva stretching and snapping in between it and the roof of her mouth, the pink flesh glistening in the twinkling reflections of the candles all around them.

When she lunged again, the best Mahiri could do was shield herself, curling up and throwing her hands in front of her face. Gwen wasn't biting, or doing her any harm at all, but she was very generous about slurping her way along Mahiri's entire body, forcefully making her stretch out through the sheer force of her tongue dragging along her naked form. She worked up and down, swiping, dragging, bathing the leopardess in drool until her fur was utterly soaked down to her skin. Her hair fell over her face, concealing her features, only to get swept back by another bunny slurp. Gwen worked her over until she felt like she was underwater, completely imbued with several layers of clinging saliva, getting drooled all over as the bunny stole every last trace of her taste. Only then did she withdraw and suck on her tongue a while, giving some exaggerated 'mmms' as she closed her eyes, exaggerating how good Mahiri tasted for the cameras.

"Oh my, are you sure you're even a leopard? You taste like prey," Gwen teased her, smacking her lips a few times, making sure she slurped in every last bit of kitty flavour she could find. "A real leopard wouldn't be cowering like that, either. You should be fighting me, should you? I'm just some bunny, right? What would it say about you if you got eaten by your supposed food?"

If there were any lines in the script about this, Mahiri certainly hadn't read them. She wasn't sure what to do. Leaping form Gwen's grasp wasn't going to do her much good. That just meant falling to her doom, or scurrying away along the floor for a few seconds if she was lucky enough to land right. Maybe that spell, substance, whatever had caused her to shrink wore off with time. She just had to find a way to buy some. Throwing up her hands, she coughed on some of the bunny spit that slipped into her mouth when she first tried to protest, only managing to speak clearly on her second attempt. The tiny voice did her no favours for sounding convincing.

"Wait, wait! Don't eat me, just listen for a second!" She paused, watching for Gwen's reaction. The bunny at least gave her the benefit of the doubt, tilting her head to the side, putting on a wicked grin, willing to entertain the shrunken leopard's protests at least for a moment. Mahiri didn't actually have a plan, but she kept talking anyway. "Um. We can work something out! There are definitely better things to do than eat me! Just think about ... all the things you can do with me when I'm like this! Surely someone wants to see that, rather than you just ... doing that. Don't I ..."

Finally, Gwen interrupted her. "Talk talk talk. Is that what you've been reduced to? You're going to try to babble your way out of this one? Oh no. You're going in my belly tonight, kitty."

With that, she opened her maw wide once more, and slowly raised her palm towards it. Mahiri was left flailing, kicking, doing everything she could to show just how much she disapproved of the idea. It occurred to her as she neared those soft lips that she could try biting, even clawing, but she couldn't will herself to do it. That just seemed like something that would earn some form of retaliation. Instead, she did her best to squirm free, to dodged that red carpet of a tongue stretching out over her, then beneath her, scooping her up in a slobbering embrace. She gazed into the dark void at the back of the bunny's throat, at that flexing gullet just a few inches from her face, bathing in the warmth of Gwen's quickening breath. It was a sweltering place to be, and it was only to get harder. No matter how much Mahiri tried to wiggle or dodge out of that slippery grasp, she was soon finding herself dragged into the bunny's maw, her helps muffled as she splatted face-first atop that big tongue, sliding dangerously towards the back before Gwen closed her mouth around her prey, catching Mahiri in place.

From there she sucked a while, treating the leopardess like a spotty popsicle, rolling her around from one side of her mouth to the other. The squishing sound schlurped all around her, almost deafening as she struggled against the tide of drool, helplessly riding atop that undulating tongue as it worked and curled in waves, pressing her to whatever corner of the bunny's palate Gwen desired. She was hardly gentle with her prey, letting her bulge from one cheek to the other, a little outline of squirming kitty visible enough for the cameras to capture. Gwen hadn't forgotten about those, and after suckling Mahiri senseless, leaving the cat in a huffing daze, just trying to catch her breath, she put her plaything on slobbery display, turning towards one of the windows and leaning in, cupping her own breasts with a solid squeeze as she opened up wide. Mahiri felt the cold air flooding in over her overheated form, but she couldn't do much about it, slipping and sliding atop the surface of the bunny's tongue, flopping down on her face again whenever she tried to get back up.

Gwen held that position for a while, playing it up, groping herself, those pornstar moans rumbling all around Mahiri's flattened ears, and then she scooped her legs between the cat's thighs and tugged her inside completely, just in time to snap her jaws shut where Mahiri's knees had rested over her lower lip a moment ago. The leopard heard the clack, flinching away from those teeth as they locked together, sealing in that sweltering prison to bake in the heat of Gwen's puffing breath. The slightest movements of the bunny's head produced some truly excessive sloshes and splashes, swishing all that pent up saliva around right along with the leopard herself, slapping from one cheek to the other, ensuring she was helpless to the teasing. She was left to cling to the back of the bunny's teeth as Gwen tossed her head and gulped, though she wasn't trying to swallow the cat just yet. It was just a matter of sucking down all the saliva she'd worked up from tasting the leopard, before she started drooling on herself. Even so, it was enough to give Mahiri a sample of how that deep, dark throat worked, flexing as Gwen loudly gulped down her own spit, all those muscles working hard, squeezing together, giving her a close look at her own looming fate.

Despite the mouthful, Gwen could still speak more or less as normal, squishing the cat into one of her cheeks to make room for the teasing words as they echoed all around the fleshy cavern of her maw.

"You see that? I could swallow you any moment I want to. You're entirely at my mercy. Some exotic predator you are. All it takes is a little tilt of my head ... " She emphasized such a thing by doing just that, leaving Mahiri scrambling as she precariously slid towards the back of the bunny's throat, glazing down her tongue. Gwen saved her just before she fell into that waiting gullet, looking down again, reversing gravity to leave the cat collapsing in a heap against the back of her teeth. "And you'd be gone. Everyone's going to see a mighty leopardess getting gulped down by a bunny. What would your ancient ancestors think if they could see you now?"

Her giggle shook Mahiri all over, vibrating around her as she struggled for position atop her tongue. The leopard was hardly even trying to escape anymore, simply doing her best to keep from swallowing too much bunny drool at once. She was squirming constantly, but that all stopped when she heard the way Gwen's voice dropped, growing lower, deeper, more sultry. She spoke her next words slowly, enunciating each one carefully around the trapped form of the leopard, leaving Mahiri shivering despite the furnace-like heat.

"Just think about how it will feel. I'll gulp you straight down to my belly, kitty cat. You're going to slosh down in those juices until you digest for me. I'll absorb you. Wear you. Make you part of me. And then..." She interrupted herself with a sharp chuckle that startled the cat, making her jump up against the roof of Gwen's mouth. "Mm. Well. You know what comes next. Oh, just imagine that. A bunny doing that to you. How will you ever live it down? Oh, that's right. You won't."

Another teasing chuckle, and she was sucking again, suppressing any of Mahiri's attempts to struggle with the sheer strength of her maw. Gwen taunted her like that a while, rolling her around, turning her over, getting the top of her tongue right between those spotted thighs to tease her pussy as best she could. She worked until she could feel those rumbles, those completely unintentional sounds the leopard made when under that kind of attention, no matter the circumstances. They weren't even real purrs, but they came automatically anyway, leaving Mahiri vibrating as she was stimulated, the slick sensation of a sloppy tongue glazing over her cunt enough to make her squirm in a different way for once. Rather than the frantic kicking and struggling against the drooly current, she was slowly twitching her legs, curling up and arching her back in pleasure as those tastebuds went gliding up and down the well-slobbered folds of her sex. And just when she'd succeeded in relaxing her prey to the point Mahiri almost seemed to forget where she was for a moment, Gwen tossed her head back as sharply as she could, throwing the cat into the air, sending her plummeting towards the back of her throat in a soaking wet freefall, mrowling out like an angry housecat from the shock.

Just before Mahiri hit the back of her throat, Gwen stopped her, plastering her flat to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, tipping her head forward once more. She giggled and pushed Mahiri towards her lips, nibbling on her lightly, letting the edges of those flat teeth gently press into her writhing form before teasing her again, much more muffled than before.

"Mmm, almost got you, kitty! But keep going! Maybe you'll slip free if you try hard enough!"

Mahiri knew she was being taunted, that struggling for her freedom was just further entertaining the bunny and whoever else was watching. That didn't stop her from stretching her fingers out between those parted teeth, squeezing her hands through the seal of Gwen's lips, and reaching into the fresh air outside that sauna of a maw. The bunny even opened her jaws up a little, letting the cameras get another look as the leopard crawled her way forward, getting up on her knees with some effort, pushing forth into the light as she dripped with drops of drool the size of her head. She was a total wreck, her pristine looks spoiled by all the spit, but her effort was valiant. The cameras zoomed in close, getting every detail as Gwen let her wiggle halfway out, panting and gasping out hot steam from the effort. There was nowhere to go, but Mahiri was trying, and that was all she cared about at that moment. It seemed like she might even have made it, but Gwen wasn't having that, using her tongue as a scoop, slapping the cat in the face with it, and tossing her right back in, all in a single moment. This time, when she gulped, she meant it.

She'd been so close. A little farther, and Mahiri would have crawled right out of Gwen's mouth. Even if she didn't have a plan other than scaling down the bunny like she was climbing down a mountain, she almost made it. That made it all the more discouraging when she found herself flopping into the slick embrace of that gullet, feeling it constricting around her, squeezing inwards and holding tight. She was gone in moments, vanishing from the bunny's maw as she was kneaded into her throat, a squirmy bulge beneath her fur as she struggled all the way down. All her efforts, and all the teasing in response ended in a single, decisive GULP that resounded around her like thunder, leaving her drenched down in the darkness as she damply descended towards her doom. She was left listening to the bunny's accelerated heartbeat, to her short, excited breaths, all the sound blending together and echoing in the depths as things just grew hotter, more humid, and soon, slimier. Mahiri felt the resistance of that first entranceway give out swiftly, and soon she was plummeting into the very bottom of the bunny's belly, splatting in among the digestives juices the burbled and bubbled to welcome her arrival.

Gwen finished her off with a great big sigh, closing her eyes and giving a satisfied 'ahhhh' as she licked her chops with flings of spit in all directions. Then she stretched her jaws open and leaned in to one of the nearest camera, letting it have a good look at her empty maw where the leopardess had been before she fogged up the lens with her breath. Another swing of her hips, and she was appealing to another angle, rubbing at her belly firmly enough that Mahiri could feel it on the inside. She kneaded and massaged her trim middle until she was agitating it, the cat's surroundings giving a mildly miffed grumble that had them closing in on her just a little more. They were oozing, dripping thick fluids that clung to the cat's form more heavily than all that drool ever had, weighing her down with the rising digestive flood that trickled out all around her. And all the while, Gwen was making things no better for her, massaging at her own gut until things boiled up and bubbled over inside, echoing straight back up her gullet with a triumphant belch that left the wicks of several candles blown right out by the force of that blast.

When her rude eruption ceased, Gwen finally made her way back to that same couch and flopped down, flinging her prey around inside her with the gravitational force of her collapsing in a satisfied heap. She stretched herself out and just relaxed for a while, closing her eyes, letting her tongue hang from her mouth with a silly, satisfied smile stretched across her face. She could have slipped off for a nap right then and there, content as she was, but her eyes shot open after a few seconds, reminded of her performance by the constant gurgles of her stomach working over her spotted prey. Mahiri wasn't doing well in there, barely managing to stay above the surface of those tingly acids, feeling them working on her fur, stripping her bit by bit. Her pelt was already ruined, and it was starting to itch at her skin the longer she lingered in that digestive chamber. Gwen certainly wasn't letting her out. She was enjoying her presence far too much, as evidenced by her slipping her fingers down between her thighs, starting to rub and toy with her own clit, spurred on by the pleasure of slowly digesting a squirming shrunken cat alive.

"Ohhh, that's it, kitty. I can still feel you in there. How long will you last? I love how lively you are ... but you'll be melting down soon. Nnf, so good..."

The weaker Mahiri got, the more vigorous Gwen's strokes were. She was fingering herself to the leopard's plight, speeding those digits up, plunging in and out with the slickest, messiest noises imaginable. They were of course nothing compared to the spotty cat's situation, as she struggled against the onslaught of thick juices, getting churned and numbed all over by those sizzling acids. Maybe it should have hurt, but she was just finding herself falling to nothing, losing all sensation in her extremities as she dissolved in Gwen's gut, turning from a pretty leopard into a sloshing sludge of nutrients, a little at a time. She closed her eyes and kicked, but her limbs were losing all feeling, leaving the rest of her to faintly writhe, finally unable to hold her head above the surface any longer. After she went under, it was only a matter of time, of course. Her motions slowed with every moment, all while Gwen frantically pleasured herself for the cameras to see, working her juices out in thin jets turned thicker as she neared her climax.

In the end, her stomach clamped up just as tight as her cunt, the bunny erupting in a squirting climax as her belly walls closed in tight around her prey, finishing off the last resistance of the softening leopardess. Gwen gushed out in delight as she hit her peak, soaking her thighs and floor, having her best orgasm of the night as her gut finished Mahiri off, leaving her nothing more than a twitching, fading piece of meat to further digest. She was already siphoning the melted leopard into her intestines, already working to absorb her, a little at a time. She didn't spare much for dignity, sprawled out, legs spread wide, panting and drooling some as she let that afterglow absolutely wreck her. Her whole body felt like it was glowing as she made the cat a part of herself, and she could hardly pick herself up and pull her legs onto the couch with the rest of her body, stretching out and sighing as she closed her eyes. Before she slipped off into her digestive nap, she made sure to give Mahiri one last tease, even if that digested feline most certainly couldn't hear her anymore.

"Mmm ... good kitty. I'll let you out soon."

With that, she slipped off into a dream, all in a matter of moments, lulled to rest by the steady noise coming from her middle. Despite all the loud gurgling, Mahiri was an absolute delight to digest, slipping through her body perfectly, as if she was made to be melted by a bunny. When Gwen was letting out little slip murmurs, someone quietly said 'cut!' and the crew moved to take a coffee break. But they weren't done filming. They were appealing to a very particular audience, one that might have been a niche audience, but who were willing to pay for some highly specific requests being fulfilled. The slop of Mahiri pushed deeper through Gwen's intestines, little by little, winding back and forth, but her journey hadn't yet come to an end. And they were going to be there for the finale.

It wasn't completely over for Mahiri yet. She was more than just the nutrients being processed through Gwen's intestines. There was some part of her left that knew exactly what was going on. She could feel something, but she wasn't sure if it was a familiar sensation or something new. The deeper she went, the more she became aware of Gwen's figure, slightly thickening out with the fat she took from Mahiri's shrunken form. She could feel those curves somehow, especially when the bunny squeezed deeply into her own hips, admiring herself within seconds of awakening. Those kneading fingers felt as if they were rubbing Mahiri's own body, sharing every touch with her, even while her other senses remained dark. It took her awhile to truly understand what had happened to her, what she had become. Somehow, she was a living, self-aware part of the bunny's body, trapped upon her hips and butt, a prisoner upon the pudge she helped create while she digested.

Moreover, she could hear. Gwen was still massaging at her trophy weight, admiring the heft around her thighs with deep-tissue gropes that made her moan out loud. She wasn't even faking it. That pleasure radiated down to the fat that Mahiri had become too, letting her share in the sensation, helpless to do anything else. Even Gwen's voice came relatively clearly to her, every word of teasing falling upon what remained of her existence.

"Mmm. I can feel you there, kitty. I bet you're so confused. You probably thought it was over. But I'm a nice bun-witch. I kept your soul nice and safe. I'm keeping it though. For now, at least."

Gwen got up to her feet, stretching her arms above her head, making sure to provide some good footage of her groping over every single inch of her body. She wasn't all that much thicker for the leopard's contributions, but she made sure to emphasize where she was, rolling her fingers from butt to thighs, and up to her belly for a while. Eventually she felt the pressure starting to build, and so did Mahiri. If there was anything left of the cat that wasn't made of bunny fat, she would have been blushing terribly at the realization of what was coming next. And Gwen wasn't going anywhere to take care of her new bodily need. The cottage might have looked realistic, but it was still just a set, and that meant not having a functioning bathroom. She was going to have to improvise.

Nobody was giving her any privacy. The cameras were still rolling when she reached a foot beneath the couch, retrieving a conveniently-stashed container, a big, translucent plastic tub large enough to hold a few gallons of water. Or whatever else. It was going to be more than adequate. The sound of zooming lenses was the only noise for a time as Gwen gave a little grunt, wiggling her cotton tail as she turned herself around, squatting down into position for the lewdest or at least crudest part of the show. The cameras didn't shy away, capturing every single detail, even as Gwen flexed, braced herself with her palms on her knees, and began to firmly squeeze, starting the process of depositing what was left of Mahiri right out for all to see. Just in case it wasn't humiliating enough, sharing in the strangely satisfying sensations of Gwen relieving herself, Mahiri was left to listen to all sorts of teasing coming from the bunny's lips as the dirty process continued.

"Mm! Not going to lie, kitty. This feels pretty good. All that proud predator, reducing to nothing more than a bunny dump. Ooh!" She giggled. "That tickles. I think a little of your pretty fur made it through. You can hardly tell now though."

Bunny that she was, Gwen pushed Mahiri out in small, rounded pieces, piling her up higher and higher with a steady plop. The bunny groaned, delightedly disposing of the kitty, making the end of her journey as indulgent as possible, flexing hard, forcing her to feel herself being squeezed into the bottom of the tub. Little bits of fur rubbed the bunny's hole on the way out, stained to unrecognizable, and there were even a few little bones. They were largely softened, hollowed, or just shattered into little fragments. None of her gave Gwen any trouble whatsoever on the way out. She huffed, she whimpered, she even groaned here and there, sounding almost like she was enjoying the process of shitting Mahiri out on camera. When she was done, having left several pounds of former leopardess behind, piling that digested cat up as a steaming mound, Gwen could only sigh, slowly rising, turning to the cameras and giving them a nod as they clicked off and made the cut. Her last teases weren't for the audience anymore. It was just for Mahiri.

"Oh, yes. So good. Just think about how many people are going to enjoy that. They'll pay good money just to see how I managed to best the deadly predator. How I ruined you. Mm. Maybe we'll have to do that again sometime." She grinned, and pinched at her own thigh, knowing the cat's soul could feel every bit of toying with herself. "Or maybe I'll just keep you, right here on my hips for good. What an embarrassing fate for a huntress like you, hm? But it's all up to me now. Hope you enjoy jiggling on me in the meantime. "

Mahiri couldn't even reply. She was trapped on the bunny's body, helpless to protest, to influence her future in any way. And she could feel every little thing in the meantime, forced to go along with Gwen's whims, feeling every jiggle, every bounce of the added pudge she'd become, all in the name of a good porn shoot. One thing was for sure. She was going to be a star, even if she might not have been around to appreciated. For those who loved that sort of thing, they'd just filmed the perfect footage, and her humiliating defeat was going to be the fuel for a hundred orgasms or many more, all around the world, for years to come.