“Mmmph, you’re really making me gaRRURPPP”
The expulsion came out quick and fast from the cat’s dainty mouth, ruffling her whiskers with hot air. She blushed a little, settling her furry rump into the squirming mound.
“Gassy” Pixie finished with a coy, catty grin “didn’t think eating you would be so...easy, aside from this.”
She belched again, Brutus as really doing a number on her stomach as he struggled and whined and protested being cat food.
“Pixie...” he groaned, feeling wet and hot and so tightly compacted inside the much, much smaller cat “Let me go, now. Tony will be r-really upset at you for this, this is really, really bad behaviour.”
But the problem with cats, especially as they got older, was that they *enjoyed* being naughty. And it didn’t get naughtier than this, eating your best friend and loyal protector, a dog ten times your size. Pixie’s grin only confirmed this even if Brutus couldn’t see it, cheshire-like, the cat that got the cream. Or canine, in this case.
She belched again, hot and heavy, emptying out some of the air inside and making the stomach crunch and fold tighter around Brutus. The dog letting out an uncharacteristic whimper that just made Pixie shiver in response.
“Very bad behaviour” She moaned and licked her paw “And what happens next is gonna be even worse..”
“w-what?? You don’t mean...?”
“Oh yes Brutus” Pixie murmured like an arch villain in a comic book, suitably dramatic as always “I'm going to digest you.”
And from the sheer size, the amount of fur and bone and meat on the dog. It would take a very, very long time, lucky Tony was on vacation. The poor man would arrive back home in a week to find his beloved German shepherd gone without a single trace, as if he never existed, and a single fat, extremely happy kitty cat waltzing around like nothing untoward had ever happened.
But that was the future. For now all Brutus could do was squirm, beg and whimper as the acids began to rise in humidity and volume...
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Roco
The expulsion came out quick and fast from the cat’s dainty mouth, ruffling her whiskers with hot air. She blushed a little, settling her furry rump into the squirming mound.
“Gassy” Pixie finished with a coy, catty grin “didn’t think eating you would be so...easy, aside from this.”
She belched again, Brutus as really doing a number on her stomach as he struggled and whined and protested being cat food.
“Pixie...” he groaned, feeling wet and hot and so tightly compacted inside the much, much smaller cat “Let me go, now. Tony will be r-really upset at you for this, this is really, really bad behaviour.”
But the problem with cats, especially as they got older, was that they *enjoyed* being naughty. And it didn’t get naughtier than this, eating your best friend and loyal protector, a dog ten times your size. Pixie’s grin only confirmed this even if Brutus couldn’t see it, cheshire-like, the cat that got the cream. Or canine, in this case.
She belched again, hot and heavy, emptying out some of the air inside and making the stomach crunch and fold tighter around Brutus. The dog letting out an uncharacteristic whimper that just made Pixie shiver in response.
“Very bad behaviour” She moaned and licked her paw “And what happens next is gonna be even worse..”
“w-what?? You don’t mean...?”
“Oh yes Brutus” Pixie murmured like an arch villain in a comic book, suitably dramatic as always “I'm going to digest you.”
And from the sheer size, the amount of fur and bone and meat on the dog. It would take a very, very long time, lucky Tony was on vacation. The poor man would arrive back home in a week to find his beloved German shepherd gone without a single trace, as if he never existed, and a single fat, extremely happy kitty cat waltzing around like nothing untoward had ever happened.
But that was the future. For now all Brutus could do was squirm, beg and whimper as the acids began to rise in humidity and volume...
art by
Roco
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