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In hindsight, maybe a garage owned by a tall, handsome buck wasn't the best place for her to be when she was dangerous close to her regular season. Freya realized that as she sat watched him inspecting under the hood of her old reliable two-seater. She watched the ripple of muscle through his arms as he got a good grip of something in there, saw him biting his lip as he struggled with it, heard him grunting, almost growling with that forceful motion. When that rusty bolt came loose, she heard him rumble his approval under his breath, an extended, breathy sound that filled her head with suggestions. Looking over him was enough to make the twinges of her heat distract her, making her twitch her ears, straighten her back, flex her thighs and rub them together. Seeing him exerting himself was enough to make her have to suppress the urge to flag her tail, to yowl and present and urge him to claim her before that inner hunger consumed her. Every breath of his masculine scent only drove her further into that hidden fury of lust.

Freya knew she probably shouldn't interrupt him when he was working, but she found herself moments away from simply leaping at him, from going for the throat. Those instincts were a chaotic cocktail within her, to the point it was a problem. And it was one much more personal than her busted up truck. The fanged cat stood by the driver's side door, just watching that handsome mechanic twisting, tugging, puffing, grunting, working hard like the strong, virile male he was. He was no big cat, but he was a fine, sturdy specimen of a buck. And she was in heat. There was no denying it, no ignoring it, no dousing that fire within her until she got what she so badly needed. This time, it simply wasn't going to be a matter of getting home and doing her best to take care of it on her own. This one was more powerful than that.

No doubt he could sense her eyes boring into him as if they could shoot lasers, prey animal that he was. She might have been plenty shorter than him at her modest stature, but she was just as sturdy. The intensity of her silent gaze was enough to eventually leave him peeking out from under her hood, casting her a good-natured if quizzical look.

"Ah. You alright there? I'll just have a good look through here and I'll know what's up. Then I can get to fixing."

"Mm," she simply said, which certainly didn't clear anything up.

What did, was the unavoidable wafting of that pheromonal scent all throughout the garage. Such a potently horny perfume cut right through the smell of motor oil to tickle at his senses, leaving him wrinkling his nose a moment just taking it all in. That had him standing up a little straighter, wiping at his brow with the back of a hand, giving her a look of his own. She bit her lip just behind one of her protruding fangs, and finally just shrugged her shoulder.

"Well. That's not the only thing that needs fixing today," she finally said, sighing the words out as she gave in to that impulse in her head.

"Oh?" It caught him visibly off guard, but the longer she stared at him, the better he got the idea, especially basking in that aura of desire she was putting out. "Ohhhh. Well. For a lovely kitty like you, I think I can provide a little extra service. Don't worry - it's on the house."

She held a hand up before he could make his approach, as a warning. "I'm in the middle of a troublesome heat. I might bite."

"I imagine I can handle a feisty horny cat. Watch the face, if you can help it."

Then he was grinning, shooting her an irresistible look as he stepped towards her. There was nothing deerish about the way he swept her right off her feet, hefting up her solid form without much apparent trouble at all. Even at her smaller height, she was built heavy enough to make for an impressive deadlift, one he soon supported by squishing her up against one of the nearby walls, well away from anything dangerous they might have knocked around in the midst of it. And just like that, he planted a deep smooch right on those fangs, each of them in turn, before getting between so they could properly kiss. It was a huffing, grinding affair, one born of pure desire. Hers radiated outwards until it was part of him, making him hard, making him bulge, making him desperate just to peel himself of those heavy work clothes and get bare right there in his garage. That wasn't exactly easy given their sudden outburst of passion kept them pressing so close together. They were just going to have to improvise.

Tugging, clasping at each other's clothing, they seemed ready to tear everything they wore to shreds. Freya wouldn't have missed it much. She was dressed in her usual boyish way, just a tank and some shorts, so that was easy enough to strip off of her even while he was thrusting his bulge against her crotch. The warmth coming from her was near to scorching, directing his attention between her thighs, to that soaking, tender sex all puffed up and shiny with the juices of her aching lust. He needed that as quickly as he could get it, which meant unzipping and shrugging his shoulders out of those overalls so he could expose that sleek, well toned body. He grabbed a feline tit, squeeze, and then locked her into another kiss while he rubbed that firming deer dick through her fur. She hadn't been in his shop for a full five minutes yet and he was already rubbing his cock on her, sliding back and forth along the slick folds of her pussy. Even through those undergarments, she was utterly soaked, leaving a dark mark on the fabric that he made even darker with a generous application of his flowing precum.

"You know I'm in heat, right?" she managed to mutter out between her various groans and deep rumbles, slowly nodding down to that bare, wet shaft grinding on her drenched cunt.

"Don't exactly keep condoms around the garage." He shrugged and winked. "Besides, deer can't get cats pregnant."

They definitely could, as far as she knew, but she wasn't in the kind of state that made her want to argue. A little tug tug to those juice-soaked panties and he got them down her thighs, dragging them all the way to her ankles. She kicked them off and wrapped her legs around his waist, latching on tight, refusing to let go until he gave her what he needed. A projected rumble and a flash of her fangs was her outward way of challenging him, daring him to give her exactly what she needed so badly. It was more than just an ache by then, it was a desperate, urgent need that kept her from functioning like a regular person until that feral appetite was finally satisfied. He acted with the utmost confidence he was up to the challenge, pinning that horny cat to the wall of his garage, humping her, grinding her, and finally smoothly, slowly penetrating her. As much as he knew he was risking getting clawed just keeping her waiting, he simply had to savour a perfectly puffy, lust-drenched pussy like that as it schlicked over the dark inches of his deerdick. Such a tight hug around his shaft was enough to make him snort and grunt right in her face as he entered her, burying himself as deep as she'd allow him with that vise-grip.

Neither of them paid any attention to their surroundings any longer, locked instead in the passion of the moment. No more pretending to be people, they were animals for as long as her heat went unabated. All that warmth and wetness squeezing around his cock so eagerly was the kind of thing to send a virile buck like him right into a rut. He buried himself deep and fucked that cat like she needed. Normally, he had to hold back with the ladies, just to be sure he wouldn't break them, but any hesitance on his part just got her snarling, clutching at his back, shoving herself right into him to urge him to drive deeper, harder, to give her everything he could give. He was just going to have to take her up on that offer. Especially when he felt those claws digging into his back. She might have been the scary fangy cat, but he was going to show her who was in charge. This was his territory, and he slammed her against that wall with no regard for how rough he was being. She could take it. Barely thirty seconds of sex and he was already pounding her, fucking her with little regard for tenderness or care, giving her that proper animal rut she so badly needed. All the while, her aching cunt clenched hard around every inch he shoved inside her, keeping him all to herself, making him yank back just so he could delve into her again, and again.

When she snarled at him, drool running from her fangs, he gave her one right back, clenching his teeth and projecting a throaty sound at her. Maybe it wasn't quite as impressive as one of her own vicious cat sounds, but it didn't matter. He was still in control, pinning her, smothering her in his powerful form, sharing in each other's scents while they mated roughly, viciously, even violently. She left a few marks on his back but didn't pierce the skin, and her wild clawing and squeezing was starting to relent in the face of his steady pounding. He didn't relent, he didn't slow or tired, giving her exactly what she needed, exactly what she demanded, over and over. If she was getting overwhelmed by that harsh buck fuck, then it was precisely her fault for getting so snarly about it in the first place. Besides, he could feel that strength, that muscular figure beneath her cushy fur. He probably could have put her through the wall with those persistent, lunging thrusts and she would have been perfectly fine.

The wetter she got, the more he had to start considering whether he was really going to cum inside her. He didn't slow down in the slightest, even as climax started to tighten up his nuts, twitch his short tail, making one of his legs shake a little. She didn't let go, either. Her thighs remained locked around his hips, not quite gripping as firmly as before, faltering as he fucked the fight right out of her, but she still remained attached, holding him in deep, not exercising the slightest bit of caution even as she got that fat dick stuffed into her tender, heated sex. She was hot, wet, and breedable, the excess mess sloshing and slopping down both their thighs as they filled the room the sound of their messy fuck. The schlicks, the plaps, the steady thud of his body against hers, it all got louder as he seemed to lose control of himself. That unceasing pace became wilder, manic, losing his rhythm, losing every semblance of control he had over himself. She wasn't snarling anymore, she was yowling, a sound unbecoming of that gruff cat, and he could only grunt and gasp his way towards that squelching, soaking climax surging through the both of them at once, syncing their bodies to swim in pleasure together.

If he slowed down he probably would have blown his load right then, but he kept the momentum going in a constant, punishing thump, slamming into that big cat knowing full well she could take it. She wasn't like other girls, even other cats he'd fucked. There was no harming that solid frame of hers. As for the noises she was making, he knew those were the good ones. He pressed the screeches out of her with those lunging, pounding thrusts, driving her from those deep near-roars to something more shrill. It might have been alarming to see for someone who wasn't familiar with just how weird cats got when they were cumming, all screaming and snarling and gnashing those long fangs at him. She didn't make good on her word, never even biting him, preferring instead to clack her teeth in the air, drooling for him as she screamed her way towards that clenching, constricting finish that had her whole body pumping and pulsing. He felt those claws digging in a little deeper, felt her clamping down on his dick, growing wetter, hotter, flooding with her liquid lust until juices were splashing out with his every stroke. Shoving her flat against the wall, he gave a bellow of bliss and slammed her drenched sex with every bit of cervine strength he had, all but forcing her to cum for him while his nuts tightened up, ready to breed that feisty cat.

Eik fucked that tough little cat full of deer spunk, leaning in to bite her on the neck right through the process of filling her, breeding her, knocking her up with that thick, potent seed. Pumping her full of spunk seemed to finally douse the fire within her, leaving those steady mrowls escaping her. Her eyes fluttered, her jaw went slack, and a blissful look came over her face as she settled down in his arms, slumping to the point of nearly going limp. Just when her eyes were almost closed, they shot open once more, a wild stare locking onto his own half-lidded gaze as climax made her body rock and jolt, shaking back and forth as if to test his grasp. It wasn't easy to hold onto such a squirmy kitty while she cummed for him, squirting on him while he almost definitely got her pregnant on a whim. There really was no wondering when he'd pumped her womb with buck spunk, leaving her sloshing, soaking, overflowing in thick, hot streams that flowed down from where he was buried inside her. Letting it splash on the floor made him mildly consider whether the scent of sex would overpower the usual aromas of the shop, if others would be able to tell what they'd done there. He held her there, making sure to unload every single drop he had, to completely empty his balls inside her, no matter the consequences. And even when he was done, and there was nothing but the steamy, panting glow that came after, he kept her pinned there, overwhelmed by his bulk, smooshed against his muscular chest and belly. He had more plans for her.

Those marks on his back were enough to make him want to teach her a lesson. Just because she was the fangy predator didn't mean she was in charge, especially when she stepped into his shop. He'd already fucked the viciousness out of her, but he could go farther than that. First, it was a deep kiss like before, a messy one as he drooled into her mouth. Then he ran his tongue along her features, slathering her up, getting those fluffy cheeks all damp and matted. There was plenty of taste to take from her, plenty of flavour to make him salivate the longer her sampled and savoured her. Through it all, he was still deep inside her, giving a few last spurts, letting the rest trickle down over his nuts and to the floor. She wasn't getting away, not after that wild fuck had worked up such an appetite. His gut was already rumbling much like she had, doing its best feline impression as his multiple stomachs gurgled up a storm. Pressed against him as she was, she probably got the idea, but he went ahead and spelled it out for her, speaking softly into one of those pointy ears. It was too good not to tease about.

"You know, you really shouldn't underestimate the herbivores, kitty cat. Get them going, and you never know what will happen." Pulling back from her face, he ran his tongue smoothly along his lips, then the flat edges of his teeth, opening up just enough to let her watch him working before continuing. "Breeding a horny cat like that really works up the appetite. Was thinking of going on my lunch break once I got done with your truck. Maybe I'll just have to skip ahead to dinner instead, hmm?"

Maybe he could have teased her longer, but he wasn't going to underestimate her either. She was still a big cat, even at her size, and she had that wild feline side. He had to get her while she was fucked dumb and drooly. She didn't make any immediate sign of registering what he was teasing her about, too busy rumbling her way through that afterglow, but it soon was clear enough. A stretch of his jaws gave her that momentary view of the tunnel that awaited her, and then he lunged. A good shove forward and he fit his jaws snugly over her muzzle, gobbling his way up to engulf her whole face and plunge her into the darkness of his humid maw. His breath puffed up hot as he started to deeply gulp at her, inching her into his throat, taking care not to catch the edges of his fangs. They were nicely aligned with her muzzle to keep from hurting him on the way down. He'd eaten worse anyway. Letting her legs drop, he instead seized her by the arms, putting them in an iron grip that pinned them to her sides while he started shoving and forcing her up into his jaws, swallowing down her muzzle, her nose, her ears, fitting her whole head in his mouth at once, rushing towards completion. It would have been nice to suck and slurp on her a while, but he wasn't going to mess around when he was eating a feisty predator like that.

His cock gave a solid twitch inside her all the while, firming up again from the excitement of eating another predator. It was a lesson he'd taught many times before, but it never got any less sweet than the first time. Another confident carnivore, another feline even, thinking she can just push him around, only to get fucked hard and swallowed down by the deer she so sorely underestimated. Or that was how he saw it, at least. Whatever the case, it felt too good to stop. Her stunned face made for a nice outline in his throat, but the stretching wasn't bothering him any. He was made for this. Or he'd just managed to get really good at it. Some of that too. He swallowed her down with practised nonchalance, staying hard, throbbing in her pussy while he guzzled her to the shoulders. Those weren't much of an adjustment either. She was a stocky lady, but she still had those slender curves to slide down his throat, and he couldn't help but give a few more thrusts inside her cum-stuffed pussy while he still could as he slurped over her tits, squishing them into his maw. Another deep gulp and those fine bare breasts were pushing out beneath his neckfur, making for such an elegantly shapely bulge slipping down towards his belly, and the first of his awaiting stomachs.

That was one juicy surprise waiting for her once he got her down. His body might not have been originally designed to digest meat, especially living prey, but he'd adapted just fine. First, he had to pull out of her, his cock still plenty hard, coated in the juices of their breeding. Plenty of cum poured down his chest while he tipped her upwards, getting his tongue on her splattered pussy, eating her out just a little while he had her at his mercy. It was one thing to envelop her in his constricting gullet, to swallow her whole with such ease, but the pleasure was just that much more of a tease to really make her squirm for him. A kick, a twitch, a muffled mrowl deep down in his body, it all just encouraged him to keep going. He stuck his tongue right up inside of her, scooping through the mess he'd made, plunging back and forth to fuck those tender depths just a little more before finishing off his meal. Those short, sturdy legs were perfect for slurping away once he was done slathering up her pussy, giving her one last extended gulp that had her dunking down face-first into the first of many chambers. It greeted her with a wet squeeze around her features.

At first, it didn't even seem like a stomach. There was no sign of any digestives or other fluids. It was just a smooth, sleek chamber that constricted around her and welcomed her to its confines with a series of deep-kneading flexes, like a massage. The sound of that finale swallow was a deep, indulgent one that came accompanied by an extended sigh from the hungry deer. He gobbled her down, from the hips, over that fine butt and her short little detail, working along her muscular thighs and beyond. She had plenty of athletic tone, plenty of strength, but none of it was good for anything but squirming all the way down. Maybe she made that bulge wobble a little, but she still ended up fully inside him, eaten by a deer. He gave her toes a little nibble as one last tease before he finished her off, stuffing her away into that taut space, letting her protrude in his jiggling gut, bouncing up and down. No sloshing yet, but that was surely to come in time.

There was enough air in there to sustain her squirming for a good while yet, ensuring she could comfortably curl up in his first stomach without any cause for concern. It gently kneaded all around her curves one she was all the way down, his final gulp leaving him recoiling with pleasure, immediately giving his cock a few furious strokes as if he was ready to blow a load right there. He got himself calmed down eventually, settling instead on turning his back to the wall he'd just fucked her against, slumping down against it while his hooves skidded along the floor. It was time to take a good digestive rest, though certainly not a nap. There was still so much teasing to be done, some of it in the form of all the rubbing and squeezing he applied to that semi-distinct outline of the tasty smilodon in his gut. The rest came in the form of words, at least after working out a deep, thunderous belch that came thanks to all the air she'd displaced with her presence.

"Urrrrrrrp ... ahh, yeah, good, goooood ..." he murmured to himself, then gave her ass a smack right through the layers that separate her from the outside world. "What is it about you cats? You always go down so smooth, and it's just so comfy to have you in there. Maybe nature got it wrong all along. Maybe felines were always meant to be deer food, and it just took a while for the order of things to catch up."

His internals were already kneading on her enough, but he made sure to add to the massage with both hands, hefting and squishing into her with skillful applications of his fingers. It was enough to keep a certain amount of rumble rolling through her, that not-quite-purr that big cats tended to give, just from all the attention. Even humiliated by the predatory turnabout, some part of her had to enjoy the sensations, the intimacy, the cozy warmth of that first, harmless chamber working all around her. The clenches of those inner walls were steady, but comfortable, working into her muscles, working along with the intense heat to help relax her, to settle her down and make her forget about struggling. She might have gone to sleep or passed out if it wasn't for his constant attention, his teasing words echoing right down to where he kept her all confined.

"Don't worry about the first part. I've just got you in the gentle holding stomach. It doesn't do much aside from squeeze on you. Maybe soften you up a little for the other ones, but I'm in no rush. Feels good just to have a soft kitty inside me."

Another smack to the shape of his prey seemed to stir up some extra activity. He was telling the truth - that first chamber was utterly harmless, simply sliming Freya up in the slippery embrace of those lubricated walls, slipping and sliding as they rubbed along her fur. There were no digestives to interrupt that cozy stay, just the steady massage from all ankles, softening up her muscles, working out the tensions. She was hardly inclined to struggle when the surroundings were so accommodating. It was a cramped, sweltering sauna of a chamber, but so comfortable that it just felt right, kept her subdued and defeated, forgetting all about the humiliation of being eaten by a prey animal. Even if he was clearly no ordinary deer.

It would have been the perfect place to take a nap if it wasn't for the gradual shifting, the pushing and shoving that slowly worked her along, inching her from one chamber to the next. She was so disoriented in there she hardly knew what was happening until she found herself squished up into a new prison, one deeper, hotter, more humid than the first. This one gurgled. It churned, it sloshed, it soaked her in something tingly, though nothing that was especially irritating just yet. She felt it sinking into her fur, touching her skin, but there was no burning, nothing to panic over. It was just enough of a sensation to keep her squirming, to keep her stimulated and aware of what was happening to her rather than passing out. If he kept belching, there wasn't going to be much air in there for long, but for the moment she wasn't anywhere close to losing consciousness.

"BRAAALP ... ahh, excuse me! You're really working something up, wriggling around in there like that." She of course couldn't see what he was doing, but he emphasized that with a slow stroke of his cock. "Now we're onto the good stuff. Just a little at first, to get all that tickly fur off you ..."

The steady churns rocked her back and forth, distending his belly in strange ways when an elbow or a foot squished against the walls around her. It was really starting to tingle then. Not quite an itch, or a burn, just a steady feeling of being soaked and slathered in that mild acid. It slowly worked the fur from her form, starting the digestive process simply by leaving several bare, pink patches along her form. Of course, Eik wasn't thinking much about the details. He was just slowly pleasuring himself, letting his second stomach do its job smoothing her over and getting her prepared for the real digestion awaiting her even deeper in his system. Now and then the steady rumble of his insides sent up a particularly wet glurrrrn that rang all around her, his digestives working faster, hotter, hungering for more of that tasty cat tucked down inside of him. He ruined her lovely fur, making a clumped mess of those spots and stripes along, but left her very much still whole, still squirming, still huffing in the heated air that surrounded her in the deer's noisy belly. He was digesting her, but still slowly. There was plenty more of her journey through his body left to go.

A heavy slap on the outlined shape of her bust made her trapped tits jiggle just a little and he started squeezing her along to continue that digestive plunge. Gut number two was plenty noisy, but it was tame compared to the heavy gurgling that awaited her in the third. That one was a sloshing, simmering, steaming chamber of impending doom, one that she soon found herself stuffed into after enough bulging and squeezing. Her outline got slightly smaller right off the bat once it hugged up all around her form, making an even more cat-shaped bulge out of her once the digestion really kicked into gear. She ended up bathed in those hungering juices, the sort that might not have been meant for living, squirming meat like her, but they served just fine. He groaned as he felt them working on her, smoothly stroking both hands across her body, from her fangy face to her hips and the outline of her feet, but he was soon right back to jerking off to the pleasure of his meal. It was about his last chance to tease her before all that digestive noise drowned out his words.

"Ahhh, yeah, there we go, fangs. That's the third one, and it's going to get messy now. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll go numb after a few minutes. Gotta get you nice and soft so I can finish you off in gut number four."

He spread his hooves out just to let his gut slump down to the floor, pressing against his cock so he could hump Freya's form while it was still solid. Time had a way of just flying away when he was busy digesting someone. No more gentle trickle, those juices poured all over her, layering on her bare skin, simmering her down and cooking her up in the intense heat. The minutes kept on ticking along and the deer's big fat gut shrank down ever so slowly, crushing inwards around the big cat's softening shape. She was a little less distinct with each sloppy churn, a little less herself, and when he felt her up he could feel his fingers sinking into her melting curves as if he was kneading clay. That was enough to get him licking his chops, swiping up all the remaining flavour that lingered on his palate. Maybe if the circumstances were different he might have taken his time with her, really tasted her from head to toe, but his gut wasn't going to wait. He hefted her up and then dropped her with a splursh, watching those details fading, those outlines becoming smoother, rounder, less and less like that delicious feline he'd ingested. Not much longer and she'd be ready for his fourth stomach.

"Hmmmf. Still twitching in there? Think I can feel you. But you won't be moving when the fourth one gets finished with you ... almost done now ..."

A little nudge to his prey helped her along the way, slushing and slorshing along, barely solid anymore. He pushed that softened cat down into the pure acid bath that was his fourth stomach and started rubbing himself all the faster. There was no mercy from that final stomach, no holding back simmering and sizzling her away, right down to the bones. What started as some alarmed squirming, writhing, even struggling quickly faded in favour of those spasms and twitches as she turned to sludge and liquid. He absorbed her with every heavy GLORP and SLISH that worked aggressively over the last of her curves. All that meat, all those delicious nutrients worked down deeper into the deer's system while those surprisingly potent acids worked to break down even the bones beneath. When he felt her completely stop moving beneath his pudge, a jolt of pleasure shooting through his veins bringing him to orgasm so suddenly he cried out. A jump of his hips, humping into his grip, and he unloaded all over his slowly shrinking middle, painting the remaining bulge with streaks of buck cum while he slorshed her into nothing.

"Ahhh, Freya ... such a good dinner-cat. Enjoy being deer pudge."

He flopped his head back, still sitting naked in the middle of his own garage. If he wasn't feeling so lazy after digesting someone whole he might have got up and headed over to the front door and closed the shop for a while just to make sure he didn't get interrupted while he napped her off. He probably should have been working, but nothing could have motivated him to get up right about then. Instead he stretched his arms behind his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes. He was still puffing, still groaning, even drooling a little as he remembered how good she tasted. A few pats to his gut confirmed she was gone, but for a few solid shapes left over. Those would vanish too, slow-cooking in his belly acids for the next hour or two while that big buck snoozed and dreamed of tasty kitties. She thickened him up as she travelled through his intestines, absorbing into his well-toned body to pad him out and make him a little plump around the thighs and butt. Most of it ended up packed onto his gut, ensuring it didn't fully shrink down to normal size, even once he'd completely, utterly digested her, annihilating that whole carnivore with his body, making her part of him. Not that she was totally gone, and when he eventually woke up with a little snort, he knew he was done with her.

It was nothing too urgent. He had plenty of time to yawn, stretch, and crack his back as he slowly pulled himself to his hooves, using the wall for support. He squeezed and wobbled his gut, just admiring how fat she made him. That made him chuckle out loud, muttering under his breath. It wasn't like she could hear him.

"Geez, Freya. Could have warned me how high in calories you were. Guess there was a lot of nutrition all compacted into the small cat you were."

He couldn't help admire his new pudge for a little while longer, clomping his way across the room on heavy hooves. Thankfully, nobody had been in the shop in the meantime. Or maybe he just didn't hear them. One look at a sleeping deer digesting his last customer would have given them a good reason to consider another shop. He didn't worry about it. His thoughts were solely on making his way to the store's bathroom, kicking the door open and making sure to lock it behind him. He didn't want anyone interrupting him while he settled down on the seat and sighed his way into the process of disposing of his prey. Freya had been a pretty kitty but she certainly wasn't after a long trip through the deer's digestive system. He squeezed her out and gave a preemptive flush as he piled up all that was left of her. There wasn't anything recognizable but for the occasional tuft of ruined fur or a few broken bones all embedded in the waste, but he sent that swirling to the pipes below along with everything else. It took a few flushes, but eventually she was gone, sent down into the pipes and left as nothing more than fat on a hungry deer's body. But certainly a satisfying meal, if nothing else.

All that was left to do once he was done with her was get back to work, and figure out where he was going to put that truck of hers. Maybe it had a few useful parts in it, or maybe he'd just drive it off for himself once he got it fixed up. He could get behind the wheel of her own vehicle while wearing her as a layer of fat over his body. There was something extra naughty about that that made him grin to himself while he rinsed over his hands, trotting along to retrieve his overalls and act like there was nothing out of the ordinary. And really, there hardly was. He'd eaten plenty of people before, be they big cats or other carnivores, and plenty of customers too when he just couldn't help himself. Maybe it wasn't the best for business, but his appetite was more important, as far as he was considered. He just hoped another cute cat would wander into his shop sometime soon. They were quickly becoming one of his favourite foods.