Kitty's Vengeance
By Seydaschu

This is an adult story with heavy sexual and fetish themes.
Fetish Warning: Cubs, Supernatural, Horror, Hyper Cocks, Soul Vore, Oral Vore, Cock Vore, Anal Vore, Alternative Vore, Unwilling Prey, Multiple Prey, Smaller Pred, M/M 

	It was Halloween night.  4 teenagers parked a beat-up car in the dirt near a huge abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.  It looked exactly like a stereotypical haunted house, an old two-story home with some windows boarded up, chipped paint, creaking floorboards, everything but the kitchen sink.  Because the previous tenants took the sink with them.  The guys were getting ready to force the backdoor open to loot the place, during a holiday where the police would certainly be busy back in the city.  Besides, the house wasn't actually haunted.

	There was a ghost, but it wasn't haunting.  It was stalking the 4 boys.

	Invisible to most mortals, was the spirit of a cat boy who had been murdered by these bullies a few weeks ago.  They had gotten away with it, up until now, that is.  The child was 9 years old, and was a black cat furry.  A shy loner who disappeared way too easily.  Now, he had the form of a floating white apparition, covered from neck to toe in a ragged sheet, but had a white head with no eyes in his face.  Not gruesomely so, yet the dark voids were still unsettling.  He had a cartoonishly wide wicked smile wrapped around his snout.  He had the nickname “Kitty”, uncreative as it was, but most people don't choose their own nicknames.  The details of his demise were things the lost soul was trying to forget.

	Kitty had just finished spending 30 years in Hell.  He was rather innocent, but of course, not perfect.  His sentence was pretty light, to have been able to absolve his sins in such a comparatively short time.  In many ways, it felt more like training or schooling than punishment.  The main goal was to remove his innocence, and make him mature and responsible.  Though the image of his body remained as a 9-year-old cub, he was wizened by his supernatural tutors and wardens, enough to cope with the afterlife, and become corrupted enough to understand their perverse ways!  The punishments themselves may have seemed harsh, but tame in comparison to what deeper sinners endure.  He considered his worst punishment the 5 years in solitude.  To learn patience, he spent years in Nothing.  He wasn't scared of the void, or driven mad by his fate.  He was merely very very bored!

	Kitty grew quite friendly with his caretakers in the upper level of Hell.  Soft-spoken demons charged with teaching dead children how the world works with their harsh but fair methods.  A few nephilem, fallen demi-angels who preach the nicer parts of the universe.  He even met one angel, Death, “with a capital D”, a cloaked human's skeleton with a grim sense of humor!  Heaven and Hell were on friendly speaking terms, though usually treat interactions on a strictly business level of duty.  They've had eternity to make amends, after all!  After Kitty graduated from his trials, his own council congratulated him, but before ascending to Heaven, the spirit decided he had unfinished business in the living world.

	Even though he lived, or rather unlived, for 30 years, the ghost appeared besides the abandoned house only half a month since he had died.  By now, those teenagers may have even forgotten what they had done!  Kitty was granted the power needed to enact his vengeance on these four as part of a pact.  The apparition floated in front of the barred up main entrance in plain sight, though he was invisible to the hooligans driving up to the house.  He would only appear when he allowed himself to be seen.  As the would-be thieves got out of their car, Kitty slid backwards through the door, thinking of what scares he could prepare for them.

	The oldest was Chad, age 16, a muscular gray wolf.  Then was Bruce, 15, a skinny black panther.  Trent, also 15, a tall black stallion.  And finally Chad, age 14, a dirty gray rat.  That's right, there were two Chads.  And they were each gray or black, though it was rumored Trent dyed his fur.  These high-school drop-outs walked around to the backside of the house, carrying tools such as crowbars, shovels, and flashlights.  They left their phones in the car.  Chad had an easy time forcing the backdoor open, despite the other guys' dares.  Then they turned on their flashlights, and filed into the kitchen.

	The 4 decided to split up.  Not because they wanted to explore, or cover more ground faster, but because it was finders-keepers, and they wanted to be the first to find any hidden cash or forgotten media like movies, music CDs, or video games.  Bruce, the panther, went for 1st-floor bathroom.  The plumbing was off for a long time, so the toilet and sink was dry, and there was no bathtub.  Still, Bruce leaned down to scan the floor.  Looking behind the toilet, opening the drawers below the sink only to find unused soap and toilet paper.  When he stood back up, he shined the light into the mirror, and was shocked!

	In the reflection, floating behind him, was the ghost of Kitty!  Bruce turned around swiftly, and was face-to-face with... nothing.  He turned back to the mirror, and watched in terrified silence.  The ghost had already lifted the panther's body off the ground, and stuffed it head-first into his ghastly gaping maw!  Bruce's heart raced, but was otherwise unharmed.  He was standing still, holding his light, while Kitty swallowed his reflection whole!  It worked in eerie silence, sucking in the illusory panther's torso while his stomach under the sheet bulged with a trapped, terrified face!  After silently gulping down the legs and tail, Bruce found himself relieved.  After blinking, there was nothing unusual in the mirror, just his own reflection.  He had already forgotten what he just saw.  As the panther exited the bathroom, the now invisible ghost rubbed his hand-paws over the soul trapped in his stomach, and spoke in a spooky voice that only his prey could hear.  “Hey Bruce.  Remember me?  Kitty?”  The trapped soul punched in kicked with futile efforts, making muffled shouts that only Kitty could hear.  The ghost smiled and giggled.  “Hehe, good!”

	Trent and Chad, the horse and rat respectively, had been searching opposite ends of the kitchen.  Chad pocketed some change from a drawer, but otherwise it was a bust.  Seeing the other Chad in the den, the two decided to go upstairs.  They walked into the entry hall towards the stairs.  Unknown to them, was Kitty sitting on the edge of the 2nd floor that overlooked the hall!  His ghostly lower half phased through the rails, so his legs dangled in the air under his sheet.  His stomach was flat, hiding Bruce's soul for later.  But now, the ghost boy who had lost his innocence in Hell had given himself a lewd transformation!  Under his sheets were beach-ball-sized bulges of his testicles, and his penis hung all the way down to the first floor, now 3 feet wide!  He childishly whistled as he waited, leaving his cock hidden in plain sight as a trap.

	The two teens walked into the entry hall uneventfully, and walked up the creaky steps.  However, Trent was now seeing something odd.  He had stopped for some reason, and watched Chad, the rat, walk to the stairs with a horse that looked just like himself.  But then, the horse realized he couldn't moved, and semi-transparent ghostly flesh appeared around him!  When he passed through Kitty's cock, his body continued unharmed, but his soul was trapped!  He tried to struggle, but the hungry shaft held his limbs down tight!  As it started to suck him upwards, he gave a surprisingly girly scream, but the physical guys on the stairs couldn't hear it.  The ghost boy, meanwhile, licked his lips as he let his monster penis do all the work!  It didn't take too long to pull the horse's soul up onto his lap, and then pour it into his balls.  Trent found himself trapped in the cat boy's right testicle, which was transparent enough to see his soulless body walk past them without noticing on the 2nd floor.  In wide-open solitude, Kitty addressed his prey again.  “Hey, Trent.  I heard you were already a rapist.  Well, my cock is going hurt you a loooooot more than your cock ever hurt anybody else!”  As the captive soul struggled, the ghost rose from his seat, and retracted his genitals, making them disappear along with their prey.

	Upstairs, the two split up.  The rat went straight for the master bedroom, expecting the most there.  Inside was a plain bed with no sheets or pillows.  He raised the mattress and peeked underneath, but only saw embarrassing, disgusting stains.  Wincing, he moved on to the dresser, pulling each out one at a time, never returning them.  Nothing there.  He gave the closet a close scouring, finding a box with only one shoe.  Then, he decided to move on to the master bathroom.  He walked by the window, but paused for some reason.  Something bright white was in the corner of his eye.

	Chad turned his head, and froze at the sight of a ghost floating outside, about 10 feet from the window!  He even recognized that it was Kitty!  The spirit gave a wicked cackle, then used his arms to pull his sheet open in front of himself.  Underneath was a void, but the souls of Bruce and Chad briefly reached out into the air!  With that, the windows shot open, and a fierce wind was blowing inside the room to the outside!  The rat was lifted into the air, feeling weightless and helpless as the ghost sucked him in!  He couldn't breathe, and could only flail his limbs in the air.  Within seconds, Chad had closed the distance, plunging into the blackness right between the previous two souls, and with that, Kitty closed his cloak.  The wind stopped, the window closed.  The rat was just standing there in the bedroom, glaring at the bright white object that caught his attention.  He whispered to himself.  “Woah, a full moon on Halloween.  That's creepy.”  Then went on to the bathroom.

	Kitty was holding his sheets closed by crossing his arms at shoulder level.  The three souls desperately tried to open it again to escape, but the mystical fabric could not be opened from within.  The boy had just consumed the first Chad's soul with his mere cloak, and added it to his collection!  It's clear that they weren't kept in a particular body part or organ, but simply 'in' the ghost, however he pleased.  The three were now arguing with each other, and it was impossible for Kitty to understand them.  Because of this, he felt he had no time to taunt his newest catch, but Chad's cellmates were certainly giving him a hard time!

	The other Chad, the wolf, was still in the den, carefully riffling through each book to see if anything was hidden in their pages.  The Bible had a $20 bill in it, score!  He had found it earlier, and that told him to spend more time with the books.  He was pretty focused on his task, until something interrupted him.  The TV suddenly turned on!  Just static, though.  It was an old TV that used an antenna, but such services were long since discontinued.  Chad was not nearly tech savvy enough to know why the TV was static, though, he just knew it was broken.  He first peeked around his immediate surroundings to see if he had hit a remote controller by accident.  Then, he walked up to the screen.

	With the wolf's arm outstretched, the static suddenly stopped.  What was onscreen made Chad's eyes bug out!  Kitty, glaring at the screen, still looking alive!  The boy onscreen spoke.  “Chad!  You're the biggest asshole of them all!”  The kitten then turned around, dropped his pants, and mooned him!  Then the cub backed up, and pressed his butt-hole right against the screen!  The wolf angrily reached his arm out the rest of the way, and turned the TV off.  He was sweating for a few seconds, then calmed down.  He straightened up, and remembered that the TV was just static.  He shrugged, and went back to searching the books, hoping none of the other guys heard the TV turn on.

	The physical wolf had no idea what was happening to his soul, however.  From the spiritual perspective, Kitty was still in the TV, with his ass pressed against the screen.  However, his anus had expanded in size, pressing out of the screen as a huge, round, ghostly donut!  The upper half of the wolf's soul was already sucked in, with his legs kicking wildly in the air!  When Chad had reached for the power switch, his hand had dipped right into the pucker, which devoured his soul quickly!  The cat's asshole quietly gulped down the asshole's soul with relative ease, the spirits easily able to phase through where the TV screen was.  With one last swallow, the hyper anus closed behind the wolf's feet, and shrank back between the boy's buttocks.  The ghost had already hidden the 4th soul away, not wanting to give this jerk any more undeserved attention.  With no vore bulges visible, Kitty hovered over to Chad's body, then angrily slapped the back of his head!  The soulless wolf suddenly felt like a chill spread over his head, but shook it off.

	All in all, the teenagers didn't find much worth their time.  They left the way they came in, not bothering to lock up anything.  They climbed back into their car, calling each other various racial and homophobic epithets, each blaming the other three for wasting their time.  Then, they drove off, and for the rest of their lives, nobody noticed anything different.  Naturally, it was because they all were already acting soullessly their whole lives!  So in that sense, Kitty had a free meal, consuming things that nobody was using!~

	It was still Halloween night, and Kitty floated in the air over the abandoned house he only visited to finish his unfinished business.  He sighed in the quietness, then suddenly let his stomach balloon out with the shapes of all four souls he had eaten!  They were still impossible to understand, but something about it felt great.  He rubbed his hand-paws over the bulges, and felt his stomach gurgle and groan, compress and churn, working over the souls painfully!  He felt no remorse.  After all, these guys were all child killers, killers of himself, no less!  It felt good to digest these assholes, because he was purging evil!  This was the kind of pleasure demons felt when they punished sinners.  And in fact, this was what the pact he made called for.  Kitty addressed his prey.

	“Alright, guys.  Welcome to my stomach!~  I'm gonna be digesting you guys for a really long time, so get comfy!  Mmmm... naw, I'm not gonna destroy your souls or anything, that's impossible.  And it's not gonna be for all eternity.  Nothing is.  So calm down!  I'm only gonna torment ya for 1000 years!~”  With that, they all gave a combined kick of resistance in panic.  The ghost boy licked his lips, being feed off of their suffering for a minute or two, before quietly hiding the poor souls away again.

	Thus began their millennium of torment inside the normally gentle cat boy.  When Kitty had accepted this quest of vengeance, he had to come to an agreement with the council about what punishment he should enact on his murderers.  After 1000 years of digesting their souls, each of the four would be absolved of their sin of killing Kitty.  After this, he must free them, and let them go to Hell to be punished for the rest of their long list of sins!  One thing that shocked the cub during the pact negotiations was the council's reaction to his suggestion.  One millennium of being painfully digested inside his own body.  The arch-demon presiding raised an eyebrow, asking “Are you really letting them off that easily?”

	The boy was back in Hell, no longer in ghost form.  Now a black cat cub again, nude, given little demon horns for accessories.  He relaxed on a recliner, and let his belly expand with the forms of his captives one more time.  Now though, to keep things from getting disruptive, his flesh was totally soundproof.  The only outside signs of what Kitty was doing was the brief imprints of his preys' hands, feet, or faces of torment against his flesh!  These sorts of things were actually considered quite attractive in Hell!~  He wore his prisoners proudly, rarely ever mentioning them to his friends and masters in his day to day unlife.  He had the option to hide them, and even go to Heaven, ignoring those under his flesh.  But the boy decided to take responsibility.  Hell wasn't so bad when you had no sentence to serve, and besides, he found his vore bulges extremely sexy!  Bulges that he would sometimes shift to other sexy locations, such as his balls when he needs a hyper cock!~

	Still, he had no reason to hate them now.  Now that he no longer had to deal with their attitudes and personalities, he was growing quite fond of them, like pets!  He remembered what the arch-demon said about the pact.  This was actually the easy way!  Certainly, the demons had far worse punishments in store for these four for the terrible sin of killing a child.  But this way served his own pleasure more, so in a sense, they were making amends by serving the boy!  After a millennium, Kitty will forgive them, and have no more unfinished business.  He wasn't looking forward to that day, though.  He wanted to cherish his time with a belly full of damned souls, and once it was over, these guys will definitely move onto worse things.  He had these thoughts back during pact negotiation, and these moved some of the demons to tears.  It was this noble attitude that made them all agree, seeing how the cat's vengeance was just, and not mere anger.  After all, if he wanted them to suffer the most, he should have just let Hell handle it.

	Kitty rubbed his face against his belly, purring affectionately.  The four were held separately from each other, only able to hear themselves, the violent gurgling that tortured them, the occasional taunts and messages of their captor and his friends directed right at them, and most strangely, the merciful cat's gentle purr, which after 1000 years, their hateful minds might grow to understand!  “Mmmm, you lovable assholes!~”