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Enrico was beating up Destiny when the alien showed up.

The thin pimp in his leather pants and furry jacket wasn't muscular or tall. He got by on complete ruthlessness and today was no exception. He'd led one of his whores into the garbage-strewn alley to discipline her for giving some of her "candy" to a friend. "Candy" in this case didn't mean sex, though he'd beat her for giving that away too.

"What did I tell you, bitch," Enrico said as he showed Destiny the error of her ways. He'd long since learned how to hurt a woman without marring the sellable parts. A swift punch to her belly made her bend over and gasp. "That shit is for you, not to give away."

"I had enough, Rico," the whore said, at which point he hit her again. Enrico kept his whores hooked on drugs, the cheaper and more addictive the better. That didn't mean they were free and giving them away or selling them was strictly forbidden.

"I told you not to call me that, bitch."

"Stop that," piped a thin reedy voice. Enrico looked up, up some more, and blinked.

The furry, eight-foot-tall creature had a long anteater-like snout, tall upright ears, and three-fingered hands with big blunt claws. It wore a dirty pair of white shorts and an enormous black T-shirt with GROSSE in white letters over its tubby middle. It walked on padded three-toed feet with similar claws and Enrico would have heard the click of those claws on pavement is he hadn't been busy disciplining Destiny.

"Stop that," the thing repeated. "It's mean."

"What the fuck are you supposed to be," Enrico snapped. "Some sort of mascot?" He wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last to assume Eblis was a man in an oversized costume. Maybe sort sort of stilts in the backward bending legs, extensions in the long arms, and a tubby foam body wrapped around his real one?

"Uh, boss," the whore said from behind him. "I've seen this guy before, he -"

"Shut up bitch," Enrico snapped, and backhanded her. Once again he slugged her in the stomach but this time the furry creature reached out and caught him by the forearm as his hand rebounded from the whore's belly.

"Damn!" The thing was strong! Enrico tried to yank his hand out of the three-fingered grip and the thick arm barely moved. Only now did he see the tapering furry tail sticking out the back of the thing's shorts. A continuation of the freakish thing's gray mane must go all the way down its back, because a Mohawk of the same color fur ran all the way down the top of the tail to the tip.

Destiny was still gasping when Enrico turned toward the furry creature. Where were the seams? It peered down at him from its eight-foot height, its green eyes curious and its tall upright ears swiveled toward him. There was a pink animal nose above the rubbery slit of a mouth.

Enrico shook himself internally. It didn't matter how good the costume was, it was still a costume, and it had to slow the wearer down. He pulled his switchblade out of his pocket with his free hand and snapped the blade out.

"No," the thing piped. "Bad." And it picked him up by the arm!

"Fuck!" He dropped the knife and grabbed the thing's forearm to keep his other shoulder from dislocating. It was so big and strong he was like a toddler trying to fight an adult.

"Rico," Destiny gasped, still on her knees after the punch. "I've seen this guy before, he's not human."

"No shit bitch," Enrico snapped. The thing had him by his upper arms now, holding him effortlessly off the ground. The long tail lifted to balance it, though it was so much bigger than he was it could probably just have shifted a foot.

"Fuck off," Enrico told the thing. "This is none of your business."

The long snout turned as the thing looked at Destiny, then turned back toward him. "You're a bad man," the anteater-alien piped, and stuck its rubbery mouth to Enrico's forehead like a suction cup.

"What the f-" Rico said, the last word cut off as the rubbery snout expanded over his face. Suddenly his whole head was just a bulge in the thing's furry tube mouth and he felt its claws dig into his coat as the rubbery maw expanded over his shoulders.

Destiny backed away as with a tug of his hands Eblis rippled Enrico's coat off. Its claws left oozing scratches on the pimp's tattooed body that disappeared as with a long slurp it sucked him in to the hips. The only reason the pimp didn't disappear in one long slurp was the thing stopping to peel his pants off too.

A set of kicking legs flailed from the anteater alien's tube maw and it clumsily fended off the kicks, its huge hands full off the pimp's clothes. Before Enrico could land a kick it sucked again and he was gone to the knees.

"Jesus," Destiny said as with a last slurp the pimp was gone. Eblis lifted his snout, swallowed audibly, and the bulge that was her pimp moved through his thick neck. His snout returned to its usual size and his 5XL GROSSE t-shirt stretched as a hundred and fifty pounds of pimp arrived in his stomach. Even the huge shirt couldn't cover everywhere and gray fur showed now between shorts and shirt. Under a thick layer of fat Enrico kicked and squirmed.

The anteater belched and a shoe flew out. He'd missed getting that one off Enrico's foot before swallowing. "Oop," the thing piped, and bent over to gather up the shoe and a few scraps of clothing that had fallen from its hands.

Destiny's back was to the wall and she tried to retreat through the bricks as the towering anteater thing wadded Enrico's clothes up and dropped them into a dumpster. It thumbed his sequined wallet out and held it when it dropped the rest. The lumpy bulge under its shirt twitched as Enrico kicked, but the pimp's struggle was already weakening.

"Oh, hey," the anteater piped as it looked from the wallet to Destiny. "I'll give you this for this."

The clawed hand not holding the wallet pulled down the stretchy hem of its shorts to reveal a furry sheath. The rub of its hand as it pulled its shorts down made the sheath swell and the alien penis emerged, lumpy and grotesque with two fleshy horn-like protuberances at the tip.

"Ew," Destiny said, which was the same thing she said the last time the monstrosity propositioned her. Whore or not, she didn't want anything to do with the giant anteater thing or its weird alien cock.

"You can put that away," she snapped.

"But I have money," the alien piped. "Look." He fumbled through Enrico's wallet, which did indeed have a sheaf of greenbacks inside.

Destiny tried to ignore the wrist-thick alien cock with its horns, which moved on their own as though trying to grip onto something.

"Not interested," she snapped. "And now what I am supposed to do? Rico was the only game in town!"

The pimp chose that moment to kick one last time inside the anteater, then settle down to be digested. Eblis let out a second, smaller burp, probably the air from the pimp's lungs.

"There Auntie Anna," the thing piped.

Destiny happened to know that Anna's girls found the anteater just as revolting as she did. She didn't think he'd managed to buy so much as a handjob from any whore in town.

"She doesn't let her girls do drugs," Destiny said. "And where am I going to get my shit now? Rico knew all the dealers."

Eblis shrugged helplessly. "Don't know," he piped.

He looked down at the bulge in his shorts. "But I did you a favor. Don't I get something for that?" He thought for a moment. "The hero's reward!" The anteater brightened. "When the knight rescues the princess, he gets a kiss!"

"I'm not kissing your cock, or your mouth, or any part of your disgusting furry body," Destiny snapped.

Disappointed, the anteater pulled his shorts back up over the bulge of swollen sheath. The horns on the tip of his partly unsheathed cock grabbed the hem and held on so even when the shorts were still in place she could see a bit of pink below the furry bulge that used to be her pimp.

"But I have money," the anteater repeated. "And I stopped this guy from hitting you. Don't I get anything for that?"

"You get me maybe not telling the cops that you ate Rico," Destiny said. "If you give me his wallet."

The anteater pulled the wallet closer to his chest as she reached for it. "You can have it if I get my kiss," he piped slyly.

He didn't mean a kiss on his tube mouth, either. His free hand was already reaching for the shorts he just pulled back up.

"No!" Destiny poked him in his furry belly where it stood out between shorts and shirt. "You're horrible and gross and you ate my pimp and I don't like you!"

"Well I don't like you either," Eblis piped, and leaned forward until his tube mouth sucked itself onto the top of her head.

Destiny's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. "Wait," she yelped, but it was too late. With a slurp wet flesh was wrapped around her face, sliding past as the anteater's tube mouth expanded over her shoulders. The suction was so powerful it lifted her from the ground and she instinctively grabbed the anteater's snout with both hands to keep her neck from being broken.

She held the grip for only a moment. With a long slurp her shoulders were sucked in and the wet lips of the tube mouth pushed her arms down against her sides. The anteater paused, but only to tear her clothes off as it had with Enrico, and then with a slurp she was gone to the hips.

Destiny felt the bulge of her body move through the anteater alien's furry tube mouth but like Enrico, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Eblis sucked and her face slithered past the tube and into the alien thing's gullet. Her ass was a bulge in the tube snout and with a long wet slurp only her feet hung out into the cool evening air.

"I changed my mind!" She gasped as her face pushed against her pimp's naked thigh. Slimy folds of stomach expanded to make room for her, just as they had for Enrico. "Spit me out and I'll do it!"

At this point she would suck the anteater off for free, let him fuck her, anything he wanted. It was too late. The layer of fat and fur between her and the evening air was too thick for him to hear. The anteater sucked in her feet, tilted his snout upward and swallowed her whole.

"Fuck," Destiny said as she slithered into the anteater's stomach to join her pimp. The fleshy walls were coated with a thick later of mucus that stung her wherever it touched. Already Rico's skin had a slimy feel to it where the stomach acids had softened it. Soon hers would, too, then the acids would eat deeper. She didn't even have clothes to slow the process and neither she nor Enrico would get out of the anteater the same way they got in.

She felt Eblis bend over, awkwardly reaching past his fat belly. She knew he was gathering up her clothes and even felt him drop them into the dumpster with Enrico's.

"I've changed my mind," she repeated, but Eblis didn't hear. The anteater alien let out a long belch, the fleshy walls squeezed in, and it was all over for Destiny but the last desperate struggle.

"Darn it all," Eblis piped. The squirming whore inside him made his lumpy belly twitch. He was still horny and the bulge pressing against this sheath only made it worse.

"I don't understand human women," the anteater groused. He pulled his shirt as far as he could over the bulge. He'd hoped to find a whore in the alley and he had. It was just that like most of them, she hadn't been interested.

Eblis belched up the air from Destiny's lungs as the whore succumbed to the heat and pressure inside him. Two whole humans made a formidable bulge in his middle but it was less than half his weight. He walked with a bit of a waddle now, but he could still walk easily enough.

His last hope for a successful evening lay at the end of another alley. There, sat on a stoop behind a diner that just closed, sat a humanoid fox woman smoking a cigarette.

Anthropomorphic animals were rare on this planet but he'd run into this one before. She'd been a whore herself when they first met. Now she was a waitress. Copper colored fox eyes watched him as he approached, and she tossed aside the butt of the cigarette.

"So, uh," the anteater began. "I have money."

He'd thrown away Enrico's wallet, Destiny's little purse and everything he found in their clothing, but he kept the thick sheaf of bills.

"Do you," the vixen purred, and eyed the bulge in his stretchy shorts. "Not having any luck elsewhere?"

"No," he piped. "Everyone's so rude."

"I'm not," the vixen purred, and reached for the money with one hand and the hem of his shorts with the other. She ignored the swelling in his middle though she'd seen him like this before and surely knew why he was suddenly so fat.

Eblis braced his hands against the wall and thrust into the vixen's muffle as he unsheathed. See, this was all he wanted. Was it too much to ask to just run into a cooperative whore from time to time?