In a Slash

I looked up, still startled, my body aching from the sudden impact, finding myself face to face with a smugly grinning feline, whose tall, muscular body was now weighing down on me. Black tear marks trailed their way down his face beneath the dark dread locks of his headfur, his smile showing off spotless fangs that formed quite the contrast to his yellowish coat covered all over with spots of black.
I met his gaze, letting out a nervous meowing sound, trying to wriggle out of his grip without using any actual force as to not make him angry. After all, I could easily tell, from his size, his rippling form and the ease with which he was holding me down that I was absolutely no match for him physically. He was unquestionably a powerful cat. I could feel the heat radiating from his muscular form as he pressed down on me, making me inhale the masculine scent.
...aside from the fact that I had just been tackled, thrown to the ground and pinned out of the blue, I actually could not help feeling flustered and quite a bit aroused at the close contact. After all, I had always been attracted to males, only to males, and even under the current circumstances, my cock quickly began to stir as I felt that naked body rippling with muscle rubbing directly against mine.
Looking up into his triumphantly gleaming eyes, my body just instinctively grew slack, my trembling form quite obviously signaling submission. His grin grew even wider and he slowly licked his lips.
“Well, hello there cutie cat.”

I think maybe I should backtrack a little and start by explaining how I got to end up pinned by a big, hunky and pretty swoon worthy spotted cat and beneath the hot rays of the sun of some strange Savannah.
A Savannah whose unfamiliar stars I had slept under for the first time just the night before and which I thus was pretty confident being quite a way from home...
But, let me introduce myself first: my name is Shurrah and as you may have surmised, I am a feline as well – though definitely neither as tall, nor as hunky as the one who had just pounced me. 
And when it came to swoonworthy, well, guys tend to rather coo over me than swoon. So I guess if I am lucky, I might at least qualify as an “adorably cute kitty cat”, depending on who you ask. Being a Pardir, on my mother’s side, my own fur is mostly golden in color, thus a bit more reddish maybe than that of my captor, with black spots and rosettes. Like his and most other felines’, it is much paler around my chest and abdomen. My headfur on the other paw is mostly black, with strands of gold mixed in to form streaks and highlights. Most of my race are a bit taller and more muscular than me, some even matching the cat now pinning me down, but since I am only a half breed, I have always been the weakest and smallest in my tribe – which at least has served to make me rather familiar with being pinned down...
According to the others in my tribe, I take after my father in many ways, the soft fur, my overall looks as well as in my magical gift. I never have met him myself of course and thus could not say either way. I still always have hoped though that I might actually find him one day, wherever he may have ended up on his adventures...
Talking of adventures, it was of course my very own which had made me end up in my current predicament, both in terms of where I was and in terms of being separated from my two companions. And of naturally, as mentioned before, regarding being pinned down by a hot, muscular cheetah...
The whole story is, admittedly, rather complicated, so I shall try to keep it as short as possible. I had been journeying with my companions, Kurrokh the Leonir gladiator and Arrah the Pardir mercenary and our quest had taken us to a ruined temple in the deep jungles of Tapura. The towering stone structure we had eventually discovered after numerous little misadventures indeed had to have been ancient, back from the age of the arthropod races, I was guessing. At least I had to assume so judging by the many strange reliefs and statuary adorning its outer walls. The whole place had emanated a truly sinister aura even from outside that I guess should have made me more insistent on leaving it well alone. 
But alas, insistence never really had been my strong point...
So after having explored its upper layer, we had of course ventured down into its subterranean depths. And there of course, we had ended up in a mess which was little better than the one we had been in all the way back when we had met each other for the first time...
Back then, my own teacher, the leader of my tribe, had intended for the three of us to serve as sacrifices to the demonic archon he had planned to summon and then bargain with for greater power. That we somehow had survived that entire ordeal – despite being devoured whole and alive by said demon – while my former teacher ended up transformed into a demonic beast, powerful indeed, but completely driven by his base instincts, had been a strange fortune indeed. But it had left the three of us irrevocably marked by the demon’s power, an unmistakable claim, despite him allowing us to escape. As it tended to be with demons though, the corrupting claim came with its boon as well. And from then on, just like when the demon had devoured Arrah, Kurrokh and me, only for us to awaken alive if confused the morning after, our bodies would now forever be reborn anew, no matter what sort of death we would meet...
And it was thus that the very same strange fortune had resulted in me waking up naked but alive – and alone – in this strange Savannah, after the demonic entity that had broken forth from the spheric rift gaping open in the depth of the sinister temple had devoured me – and quite possibly my two friends as well…

When I had come to my senses, I had felt drained, my memories clouded by a haze of teeming tentacles, slick and slimy, tingling as they touched my fur and spreading like a fire into my very essence instead of just burning at my flesh. A gigantic, gaping maw, to which my naked body was drawn, screams, Kurrokh and Arrah hacking away at grasping limbs, my body twitching as the touch became lewdly invasive, the hungry darkness enveloping me as slippery tongues of flesh began to slick me up, invade my body, making me scream and writhe, my erect shaft pressing right into the hungry flesh as I was sucked deeper…
Whatever came after that was drowned in a sensation of helpless exposure, layers upon layers of my very being stripped bare until there was nothing but the raw sensation and helpless submission to the alien hunger…
I had little doubt that without that other, likely stronger, demon having placed his mark on me, I would by now be forever a part of that gaping hunger, that bottomless lust for mortal lives and mortal souls…
But instead, here I was, still a bit groggy, lying naked and with considerable morning wood under the already warm morning sun of a Savannah. The earth beneath me though was bare, dry and pulvery, reminding me a bit of ash…
Looking around, up in a half sitting position, I could see that I had been lying just outside of the shadow of several strange megaliths, massive stones in the middle of the flat land, stretching to the distant hills in the horizon, occasionally punctuated by small groups of trees. Some of them even formed little forests in these this plains of grass and shrubs. 
I was quite certain already that I never had seen this place, but not yet certain that I was not even in the same world, that was to come later. But I definitely could feel that my restless sleep had done little to replenish my magical energies. And had still been slightly drained from our adventures in the temple of course…
Finally, I got up, stretching profusely and letting out a little yawn. For the moment, I just wanted to enjoy the warmth of the morning sun, feeling it’s rays like a gentle caress over my naked body, from my chest, over the flat stretch of my abdomen to my still erect cock. Part of me was tempted to do something about that latter part, but I felt like it might be more prudent to first get a proper look at where I was – and maybe see about getting something to eat as well.
The big stones where of course the first thing to start with. While it was hard to say whether nature or the effort of intelligent creatures had brought them here, I was pretty certain they had some sort of magical significance. I could feel something emanating from them that sent a sort of electric shiver down my spine, as if the air directly around them was charged with energy. And while they had to be heavily weathered, there seemed to be symbols carved into their surface, abstract patterns of knots and waves with the occasional stylized figure. Aside from some likely being four legged beasts and others maybe humanoids on two legs, I could not really make much sense of them. The stones themselves surrounded an empty area, most of them slanting inwards, giving me the slight impression of toothed maw or maybe a many fingered hand poised to close around something it was holding in its palm…
Might this place be marked by these stones because the barrier between worlds was thinner here? That seemed to be the natural conclusion, just, it did not help me much…
While I likely had ended up exactly in this place because of that fact, I did not really know how to make use of that. A skilled magic worker might use such a place to travel vast distances by crossing through the limbo between worlds, or even travel to entirely different ones, but I did not know any of that magic – my key area of expertise was the magic of the earth and life or summoning animal spirits, not working with the astral itself…
So if I wanted to get back home, I would have to do it the old fashioned way, still thinking it was just a matter of distance at that time. And besides, I still had to find out, whether my friends had also ended up in this Savannah of course.

After that initial bit of exploration, food had been my first priority. I am not exactly a great hunter. I had discovered my inborn gift for animal speech before I even would have been judged old enough to hunt. And after that, I had a rather hard time trying to kill something, when I could now easily understand and empathize with their very definite desire not to be killed…
Fish and the large insects of the jungle I had grown up in worked better for me – their emotions are more alien and harder to read to begin wit. I do still remember that my mother had not held back her feeling of disappointment back then at me being weak...
Of course, others in our tribe, especially our shaman at that time, had found that talent to still be rather useful, so usually, I had not gone hungry, even though I hardly ever brought home anything but fish our insects, bloodless prey, which most of my people did not care for much.
Later of course, when I had become the shaman’s disciple,  I had learned what was usually seen as a last resort to keep oneself fed: transforming one manifestation of the element of the living earth into another. A pile of plant material could be turned into meat rather easily – keeping it stable like that long enough was the only actually straining part. Maybe the stuff tasted a bit bland and odd, maybe it might feel a bit weirdly soft and fall apart with hardly any chewing, but it was filling and you never got sick from it.
I did not want to expend my energy too carelessly though, so I planned to save that option for later. Insects were easier to find, once I got up and searched around. They thankfully grew pretty big in hot places. It would be much harder to keep oneself fed that way when living in the North…
It was thus turning to noon, when I had found enough food and water to last myself for a bit. Water of course was not exactly a trivial matter out on the Savannah and I considered that I might have to try to make myself a makeshift container and maybe a belt or such to carry it on for the journey ahead. There was enough material for that in the surrounding at least; I did even find a gourd I could hollow out.
But it was exactly then that my luck seriously started to take a turn for the worse…
I had noticed them only when they already had me surrounded, busy as I was with a piece of flint and the gourd, a good bit of cord already lying on the rock next to me. I actually had made a good bit of progress so far...
But I was rather certain that a whole hunting party of lion women were likely not sneaking up on me to offer me shelter and explain to me where exactly I had ended up.
I was not certain they had realized I had spotted them, I had tried to stay calm, not panic, when I had made out the first one just as I was turning around to reach for a stick I had laid aside. After that, it had not been too hard to risk a furtive glance out of the corner of my eyes to spot more of them – some I could make out as they moved closer, some were just a rustle in the tall grass.
They clearly where lion women, not just ordinary lions, though definitely larger than the ones I knew from home. Sp, there was maybe the chance that letting myself get captured, I might be able to try talking to them. The problem was, I could rather easily guess what kind of things they intended to do to me...
Had it been male lions, I, well, admittedly might have tried my luck.  After all, nothing so far had managed to actually kill me, but…
Well, with big hunky lion men, I was relatively certain I would not have objected to whatever they might do with a captive spotted cat…
But these were no lion men and thus them doing those sort of things to me was definitely not an appealing prospect – and neither did I think they would bother much with talking to me first...
I quickly looked at the gourd and the length of cord I had produced.
It was really quite a shame to give them up, but…
I took a deep breath, focusing on my magic. I would of course stand no chance against them in combat, but I had worked rather hard on mastering this spell.
They might be vastly outnumbering me and they might be quite big, but at best, they might have spears or slings. Thus, even if I was surrounded, there was still one direction I could always try to flee to…
I quickly spoke the short incantation, concentrating on the mental image of the gryph cat. It was a spell for emergencies, be it a fall from a high place or something like this and thus I was already airborne by the time they were starting to shout and break out from their hiding places.
Stones were sailing past me and angry shouts followed behind, but I was gaining altitude fast enough to be out of range before they had fully recovered from the surprise. And on foot, they would never be able to keep up with me. 
Given that my spell would not last for long though, I did the best I could to gain as much distance as possible. Only when I had lost sight of them did I land among the branches of a large tree that stood within a small grove, allowing the spell to wear off as I caught my breath. My perch was comfy enough to rest within its branches for a while. A transformation like this was not a very costly spell, but it was enough to tax me to the degree that I was not sure that I could cast another one before recovering my strength – and I had the feeling I might likely not be able to do so here…
I had at least been able to cast my little spell, but it had definitely been more difficult than it should be. Had I been taken to a whole different continent maybe?
The lands beyond the eastern sea or those far behind the great mountain ranges of the west? I had heard people talk about magic working slightly differently in those places…
Or of course I could have been pulled through the rift and landed in a different world entirely…

I spent the afternoon trying to plan out a route to take. Maybe to the hills I had seen while in the air and which I still could make out from the tips of the trees. I might find a larger city there eventually, or at least some friendly tribe who would not attack me on sight. The one good thing about the attack of the lionesses was the fact that what I heard of their language sounded similar enough to that of the Leonir I knew. So, there might be a chance that I would be able to make myself understood. And luckily, the animals around here also seemed to understand me just as they had back home.
Down on the ground, I even encountered a four legged spotted cat, who was able to relate to me that he had actually seen others like me before – so this place was apparently not very different from home. The lionesses I had encountered seemed to not be above hunting other predators and the sahred mental image of one of them with the pelt of what quite obviously had been a two legged spotted cat slung around her shoulders did definitely make me shiver a bit…
It rather reminded me of the time someone had skinned me for my pelt...
I can definitely say that it was a very odd experience to end up seeing your own fur and preserved head draped over a bedstead like some trophy…
My new four legged friend ended up rubbing his large head against me, when he sensed my reaction and I did spend a good bit of time lying down and scritching his yellow and black coat, before he eventually trotted off, making me understand that he had to hunt for his dinner.
Feeling still reasonably sated from my earlier meal, I declined the offer to hunt with him and instead tried to find a bird who would be willing tot talk to me.
Cats tend to be the friendliest with me, prey animals always need a lot of coaxing not to be afraid and birds and reptiles tend to be somewhat in the middle. Many of them are a bit aloof, but when you find them while resting, it is not too hard to at least get them to chat a bit with you.
And after some time searching, I indeed had found myself a bird of prey, perching on the branches of a tree. It took a bit of careful introduction, but in he end, he was willing to share with me what he knew of the surrounding lands.
He had not ever seen a city, but he could tell me about some tribal camps, which he flew to for the occasional leftovers of larger kills to scavenge scavenge on. And the smoke coming from their fires stood out even to a bird with not too much interest in the doing of the two legged ones.
So in the end, I did at least have some idea of where I might go. The camp of the lions I would make sure to avoid. From what I had understood, these lion men seemed to live like their four legged relatives. Large groups of females living together with a smaller number of strong males, while bands of young males or sometimes lone warriors would roam the surrounding territories.
I thought I might have more luck trying to make contact with the local spotted cats. There was at least a chance they might see me as one of theirs and thus be friendly. Otherwise I would at least have a fair chance that if I would end up skinned and butchered, I might get fucked by some hot, hunky males first...
It was not like my immortality – should that even still function normally in a place where my magic seemed to be weaker – made me completely disregard any physical danger, but…
I alas had to admit that at least part of me, the already perpetually easily excitable part, was giving me both shivers of fear and arousal at those kinds of thoughts…
I had grown up in a tribe of not exactly very soft felines. Someone like me, much weaker and not really very assertive, usually would end up bullied. In a sense, sexual maturity had improved things. Now after all, there was always a very easy way to placate the bigger and stronger males – and I was young and horny enough to not really mind too much that it would still get rough...
I have ended up a little twisted, but in a way, it made things a lot easier and I could not really say I did not like it. Pain and blood as well as the intoxicating euphoria that can come as a defense mechanism play a strong role in my people’s magic. And being the one to suffer and spill it works just as well as being the one to inflict the pain and injury…
I was used to a fair amount of things, but, as I said, it did not take away the normal bodily reactions, the panicked feeling and the sense of helplessness. Nor the unsettling effect of seeing the majority of your own dead body preserved. Hair cut off to make a wig was one thing, being skinned alive for your fur was another... 
It made me feel a weird apprehension, an uncertainty of whether or not this was still the real me, or if I was just some walking, breathing mockery, unable to comprehend it was no longer the real Shurrah…
It was one thing to dismiss it with one’s rational mind, but quite a lot harder to push away the doubts and fears, encroaching on me like the dusk was by now on the Savannah sky.
After foraging for supper and finding myself a comfy tree to sleep in, I had felt the exhaustion of the day beating down on me and it had not taken long to fall asleep as I looked up into the unfamiliar night sky. By now, I had abandoned the vague hope that I had merely been thrown to a far away land on my own world. This was an entirely different set of constellations, a different sea of stars...
As sleep overcame me, there was at least the comforting thought that most likely, my friends were still back in my world, so if only I could find someone who knew how to get me back there, back through limbo to where I belonged…

And this brings us to this morning, when I had gotten up, yawned and stretched my limbs up on my arboreal perch. I could not deny that I was a bit nervous about the journey ahead, both due to its rather intimidating nature and because I felt that I was hardly any less depleted of magical energy after the night’s rest.
Should I die in this world, would it be final? Or would it conversely maybe send me back to my own world? Was I still anchored to it somehow? I really had no idea either way, it all seemed possible – and I definitely was not feeling very eager to find out...
I pondered for a bit, if I should try once more to make myself some gear, but decided against it. There were none of the bottle shaped gourds growing around here. And I decided against trying to bring along food. I would eat a full breakfast now, well, bugs and grubs it would be again, and if I should be in a really dire straight on the journey ahead, I could likely pull off my spell to turn plant material into edible meat, at least once.
...and given that I was not going to best anyone in a fight, weapon or not, I decided against spending time to make a spear. It would take valuable time and reduce my chance of appearing harmless enough for the local tribes to tolerate me as a guest.
From what the bird had told me, a tribal camp of spotted cats, maybe similar to my own people, was maybe a days journey north of here. I would try to make it there and hopefully, I might be able to plead with them to grant me hospitality until I would be able to regain more magical power and get a grip of my current situation.
It seemed to be the best option so far. And thus, I set out, the morning sun beating down on me, trying to keep my eyes and ears open for any predators who might see me as an intruder – or a potential meal…

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I had been walking for a couple of hours, the sun had risen high, making me sweat, my golden fur clinging tighter to my slim body, just as I was passing by an area of high grass and shrubs. So far, I had been lucky and neither animal nor any of the two legged inhabitants had given me trouble – aside from grazing herds in the distance, birds fluttering about and the occasional sunbathing lizard, I hadn’t even encountered any so far.
Maybe that was the reason why my guard was down when it happened.
The first warning had been nothing but a slight rustle in the tall grass, maybe a couple of hundred paces from where I was. That small sign of movement was the only advance warning I was to get.
I had perhaps a heartbeat to react, before the tall shape exploded out of its cover, the yellowish color of his fur matching quite well with the dry grass. Just the right camouflage for the area. The thought barely had time to hit my brain before he was hitting me.
I was hardly able to fully take in his appearance, let alone dodge, before he was already on me. A swift leap ending in a well aimed pounce made me land rather roughly on the dusty ground and his strong arms and legs already pinned me with practiced ease, before I could even cry out.

And that is how I had ended in my current predicament, looking up at the large, powerful cheetah man, who in turn looked down on me, obviously rather pleased with himself.
“Umh, hello…?” I did not know really how else to reply, lame and pathetic as it sounded. As mentioned at the beginning of my tale, I was still rather caught between the shock from the sudden pounce and being flustered thanks to the fact that I was currently fur to fur with a pretty impressive hunk of tall and toned cheetah…
“Would, would you consider letting go off me…?” I meekly got out, even though I could read in every aspect of his body language that he had no plans to do so. Still, I had to hope that I would have at least some chance to plead with him. My willing body for him to plow for not ending up as a fur rug and cat meat roasting over a spit? Please…?
“Woah there, why should I do that when I just got you?” He was oozing cocky self confidence, his voice almost purring as he replied. I had to desperately hope that maybe all this was just about sex in the first place. After all, I could definitely feel an already stiffening penis brushing against me – and as mentioned before, I was starting to go erect myself…
I knew my own people and their ways though. And this cat gave me the feeling he was not much different. Preying on another was not exactly seen as a taboo where I came from, especially when said other was a cat not from your tribe…
This cheetah had just the same hungry expression I had seen on fellow Pardir hunters when they caught themselves some talking prey…
“I, I am sorry if I trespassed on your territory. I am not from around here, so I did not know and, and surely meant no disrespect. Umh, I definitely would try to make it up to you if you would find it in your heart to spare me...” My stammering attempt to plead with him was cut off by a pleased sounding purr. He leaned down and sniffed me, close enough for his hot breath to tickle against my fur. Aside from the panicked feeling that I was about to end up as his lunch or late breakfast, it was kinda hard not to get really turned on by all of this – or maybe partly because of it...
“Yeah, that sounds about right...” He growled a bit and pressed himself against me, until his cock pushed with very obvious intent against my flat abdomen.
“Don’t care about territory or trespassing, but I am sure you can do something nice for me before I have you for breakfast. Didn’t find anything tasty all morning and then there you are...” He playfully bit one of my ears, making me flinch and let out another whimper as the rough tongue flicked over my fur.
So much for the hope that I could get away just by offering him my ass, apparently that was just going to be the appetizer to work up his appetite for a full course of Pardir meat...
“P, please...” I got out, feeling my whole body shiver with a mix of fear and arousal, not daring to struggle and knowing all too well that it would be completely pointless anyway.
“Hnnnh, please what?” He sounded amused, continuing to lick me playfully while his grip shifted to allow one of his hands to explore my body. His touch did feel pretty nice, rough, but skilled. Part of me just wanted to give in already, let things happen and then find out where that would leave me in this unfamiliar world. After all, he was clearly the superior, dominant male and...
“Please let you go?” He let out a laugh, his eyes showing a weird gleam.
“I don’t know, if you actually wanted me to let you go, I don’t think you would be all hard and leaking like that, kitty...” He groped my erect shaft, which by now indeed was achingly stiff and oozing precum, pushing it playfully against his own. 
Great spirits, that felt so hot…
I could not help the moan, my body feeling suffused by the heat radiating from him, the scent of male and arousal enveloping me, just like the firm grip with as he bodily pushed me down. That, that was it... I was by now stopping to even care to protest, I just wanted him to take me, even if that would involve being torn apart after he finished unloading his cum into my ass...
“I actually think you rather like this. I think maybe you will even like the part where I gobble you up whole and alive and watch you squirm beneath my abs...” He purred, rubbing his erect shaft against mine, till I was bucking helplessly and pressing back against him. My mind was so suffused with lusty heat that I could barely wonder at his words. I, I had been swallowed whole and alive before, several times actually, but, could as cheetah not even twice my size do it? 
“Hmmmh, or is it that you just like me?” He seemed amused at my obviously submissive reactions, his voice sounding all cocky, just like his stiff erection rubbing against me, grinding slick flesh against slick flesh.
I was moaning in response, my heart pounding with anxious fear, but that only seemed to increase the arousal. As I said, I may be a bit twisted, but if he kept this up, I might cum just from that…
“Hnnnnh, y, you are rather hot...” I got out, just as I was pushed down, his cock grinding against me  and my face being pushed right against his muscular chest.
I could feel his chuckle reverberating as I started to whimper, feeling his tail twirl around mine to force it down possessively.
“Ah, aren’t you a sweet thing? And tasting rather nice and sweet as well..” He gave me a few more teasing licks, shifting positions a bit to spread my legs apart – I did not resist his efforts.
“See, I was hoping a little when I first spotted you that you might be a girl, but there is something to be said for guys who know what they like and where they belong, hmmm?”
I could not help moaning and squirming as I felt the slick tip of his cock push teasingly against my sphincter. 
“Hnnnnh, p, please...” I felt feverishly hot, my cock straining hard, hips bucking, feeling his cock oozing pre and smearing it against the twitching opening of my body.
“Please what? Still gonna ask me to let you go?” He growled dominantly, his voice breaking with a mix of lust and hunger.
“F, fuck me...” I was far beyond begging for mercy, all I could think of now was begging for the thick, throbbing cheetah cock. But the spotted cat seemed to enjoy making me squirm and whimper more…
“So now you want me...” A claw trailed over my pert nipple, teasing them.
“...means now I’m gonna fuck you...” He pushed his cock forward, my body tensing for a moment as it pushed thick and insistent against my sphincter before I gave in with a needy moan, feeling the massive erection spread me apart, flooding me with the heat of his body and the slick pressure.
He was grunting, his whole body jerking with quite apparent enjoyment as my ass tightly enveloped him.
“…and afterwards I’m gonna gobble you up...” He mouthed at my neck and shoulders, teeth grazing me as he started to buck and thrust.
“...then you’ll be sloshed...” His stomach let out a very audible and very hungry growl. My whole body grew tense and he let out a lusty yowl as I clenched tight around him.
“Ooooh, yes, and then...” He gasped, pressing down on me, making his gloriously muscular chest and abs rub against me, which in turn made my rock hard erection rub and leak against the short, sweat matted fur.
“...then you’ll be well and properly slashed...” 
I flinched, thinking of his claws and fangs, but, wait, the order of things, that, wasn’t right was it…?
Really was getting hard to think straight. He was drawing out the sex now, even though just a few frantic heartbeats ago, I thought he would just erupt into me. I was definitely getting close myself, really wanted to feel him cum inside of me. But, what, what did he mean by…
“S, slashed…?” I whimpered, bucking my hips, feeling him rub against my most sensitive parts.
“Yeah, slashed...” He grinned, panting, his tongue starting to loll out. We both were making a lot of noise by now, moans paired with whimpers in my case and growls in his.
...and another very hungry sound from his stomach.
“...made into a part of me, when you finally get to stew behind those very abs your rubbing your cock against. Feels hot knowing you will soon just be fuel for an extra layer of muscle on them, right?” He pushed the rock solid muscle teasingly against me, apparently quite enjoying my helplessly needy moans. 
“Hnnnnh, haaah, but, why, aaahh!” I barely managed to get out the words as a fresh gush of precum spurt out with an almost mind blowing wave of ecstatic pleasure.
“Cause it is my name, dummy.” He toyed with my ear, making me yelp as he playfully pulled at it with his teeth, just as he was thrusting in deep.
“I am Slash and you, cutie, are gonna be made into more of all this...” He gasped, letting out a shaky chuckle. By now I was not really held down, I was clutching to his muscular body, feeling it at work and he obviously was aware of it, seeming to enjoy how utterly I had given in to him.
It was then, just as he pulled out a bit, teasingly rubbing his tip back and forth against my sphincter, licking and playfully biting at my neck, that I noticed the shadow looming over us.
At first, lost in the glorious haze of sex as I was, I did not even register it, then I just thought it was the sun darkened by a cloud maybe. And then of course I saw the lion man. The huge lion man perhaps twice as tall as I was, looking down at us with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
“S, Slash...” I got out, trying to nudge him, to get his attention as he was doing wickedly hot things to the area around my collar bone.
“Hnnnh, no struggling now, or are you that desperate to have me push that big, thick cheetah dick back into your tight little ass?” 
I kinda was, I really wanted it, but, the lion…
...or, maybe, should, should I just…?
I saw the huge feline look down at me with a leering grin, raising one large finger to his lips, making an almost playful gesture. His fangs gleamed in the sun and my whole body grew tense.
“Hnnnh, don’t worry, I will fill you up good and...” 
It happened fast, just as Slash was pushing back into me, just as I let out a lusty, high pitched moan, just as his body shuddered with the tight heat enveloping him.
He let out a startled sound, his instincts kicking in, trying to twist out of the grip of those big, strong hands suddenly closing around him.
I was pushed back, Slash’s erection yanked out of me, making me yelp as my well pounded ass hit the hard earth. I could only watch, half sitting, half lying, still frozen with shock from the sudden assault. The lion man had wasted no time and was already shoving Slash’s legs into his gaping maw, before the cheetah had even fully assessed the situation.
Maybe I should not be that shocked by it. It was far from a rare thing for a predator to take advantage of his prey being lost in the rut of sex. I had seen it happen before, just like that…
Slash was still obviously and stiffly erect, as if the adrenaline pumping blood through his body had only served to send more to his bobbing shaft as well.
He was in to his knees already, the powerful teeth holding him in place, pressing like a thinly veiled threat against his muscular thighs. The lion had used his large hands to restrain the cheetah’s arms both of them lifted above his head to expose his armpits.
...and I kinda could not help my mind wander, imagining me burying my face into one of them, to inhale the scent of a dominant and now dominated male…
...it was definitely not only Slash who was still very painfully hard.
I was snapped out of my lewd imagination as Slash locked eyes with me, still struggling, trying to free himself from the deathly grip he was held in.
“Hey, help me out here, please?!” He sounded a lot less cocky, even though his cock was, as mentioned before, still very impressively stiff…
I felt a hot shiver run through my body, eyes fixed on the throbbing erection, only moments ago buried inside me, pushing deep into me with the promise to pump me full of hot male seed…
I was still shaking when I got to my feet, my whole body trembling as I saw the lion so easily overpower the cat that had even more handily overpowered me. It was, rather hot actually…
The huge lion did not even seem to care about me approaching him and his prey. I had to almost fully stand up to be level with Slash’s squirming body, slowly gulped further down the hungry maw.
I, I had to hurry…
My nose pressed against the exposed armpits, the violently flexing chest as I inhaled the scent, felt the muscular body. Slash let out a slightly startled sound, growing into something that almost sounded flustered as I slid down over his rock solid abs and my lips wrapped around the swollen head of his shaft.
“Haaaah! Hnnnh, no, you, you dummy, not that, that, was, haaah, not what I meant!” I felt started myself, the voice piercing through the fog of lust. Oh… He, he had meant that kind of help…
“S, sorry...” I did feel a bit bad, but, I... I really could not resist, not now when I already had half of Slash’s wonderfully hot cock in my mouth, licking up the musky aroma of salty precum, feeling it pulse and throb as I licked hungrily over the underside of his length…
I could feel and smell the hot breath of the lion wash over me and hear Slash’s curses, breaking into involuntary moans as he was bucking up and down, the lion’s tongue pulling him slowly down. Now it was touching my face, touching Slash’s heavy balls that were pushing against my chin and my lips. I had taken all of his cock. I could tease the base of his shaft with my tongue…
A rumbling sound reverberated around us, just as Slash was yowling out, whether with his impending orgasm or the desperate effort to fight it down.
It did not change anything either way though. His body was jerking, his muscular abdomen rubbing against my head as his hot cum flooded my mouth. It tasted wonderfully salty, a little bitter and richly masculine. And it came in such a torrent that I had to finally let go, his thick cock plopping out of my mouth as more spurts shot over my face.
And then the lion made another gulp.
“F, fuck...” Slash was trying in vain to fight it, but the lion just used his grip around Slash’s arms to push him down. 
I got a last chance to lick up the final eruption of hot cheetah semen before Slash’s still hard erection was lapped up and gulped down, leaving only the upper half of his muscular abdomen outside of the lion’s maw.
I was now almost face to face with him, both of us looking rather dazed from the aftereffects of his powerful ejaculation.
I felt my heart thumping in my chest as I watched his face, a mix of protest and the hard to subdue lusty afterglow as it finally vanished behind the rows of gleaming fangs…
My gaze traveled down to the bulging neck, the weird way in which his ribs seemed to make way for the large meal, how the muscular stomach bloated out, showing the faint outlines of the squirming cheetah, as finally, his maw closed around his hands.
The lion let out a satisfied belch, his gaze now on me, grinning broadly, showing off his fangs as he patted the struggling form inside his belly.
I was not sure if I had just missed it before, given that it was way too big to be casually overlooked, or whether it was a result of devouring his meal, but the huge lion man was sporting an equally huge erection, pointing at me and already starting to ooze precum, emitting a very powerful aroma of aroused lion.
“You could have run away, you know, little cat?” He had a dominant growl in his voice, deep and reverberating.
“I, umh, I...” I stammered, very aware of the fact that I was still achingly hard myself, my tongue flicking out to lap up some of the cheetah spunk splattered over my face.
“Sssh, I understand, I know boys like you...” He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, motioning me to come closer.
“Watching you two fuck got me pretty horny and since your friend there is now busy digesting, you will take care of that for me.” It was not so much a command as a statement of fact.
My heart pounding as I stared at his cock. I did really want it...
I wanted to find out how it tasted, whether I could still fit it into my mouth…
He made a pleased sound as I stumbled over, getting on my knees, looking down at the massive erection with admiration, standing up proud just beneath the shifting bulge Slash was making in his stomach..
I pressed one hand against it, feeling him move beneath the thick layer of muscle, as I was hovering above the throbbing shaft, mouth open to let out a whimper just as I felt the lion put one mighty paw on my shoulder.
“It’s not gonna suck itself, come on, you can touch, I know you want to...” He chuckled slightly as I just nodded, letting myself be guided down by the powerful hand.
First, I was just touching it with my hand, stroking up and down the thick length. But of course, I could not resist for long and before long, my nose was rubbing against the hot, slightly slick flesh. The first tentative lick flooded my mouth with bitter and salty musk, rewarding me with a pleased rumble as I opened my mouth, letting the huge tip push past my lips.
“Hnnnnh, good boy...” He was patting my head, ruffling my hair as he pushed me down on his throbbing length. I was struggling not to choke, but he was actually rather gentle, giving me time to adjust, take in the heat, the girth and the intense male aroma before he made me take more of it.
I would never be able to fit it all in, but I did the best I could, sucking like a hungry kitten on the tip of his shaft, working the rest with my hands. 
My own cock was aching from all of it, rubbing right against his warm, heavy balls.
It felt great, actually, and apparently not only for me. He pulled me closer with a lusty growl, muttering words of encouragement as floods of precum gushed into my mouth. I still could taste Slash’s semen on my tongue, but befittingly, the two very male aromas mixed rather nicely. And on top of that, I was all surrounded by the lion’s own scent of musk, sweat and male cat. 
“Hnnnh, stop!” The lion gentle pushed me off his cock, making me look up in confusion. I had felt the powerful throbbing pressure starting to build up down in his balls. He was close. Did, did he not want me to make him cum…?
In response to my confused gaze, he just made a rumbling sound, lifting me up, pressing me right against Slash’s outline. He was still squirming a lot, actually making it a bit hard for me to hold on. But the lion was holding me firmly in place, making me straddle his hips, straddle his cock…
I felt it push against my ass, slick and oozing with precum, as a teasing finger followed, pushing right against my sphincter.
“I, wait, p, please, it, it won’t fit!” I whimpered, knowing full well what he was intending. He might easily tear me apart with that massive erection.
His finger pushed deeper, parting my slick entrance, rubbing up and down till I was bucking hard.
“I will make it fit...” He growled, keeping up his work, slowly adding another finger.
“Haaaah, p, please, I, c, can’t...” 
He just shushed me again. One hand stroking me as he teased and stretched my hole. I was whimpering, trembling with the mix of arousal and dull pain, the fingers going in and out, in and out…
“See, you are still all hard...” He used one finger to playfully tease my erection, keeping up his pace till I just started to melt under his touch, whimpering, bucking, starting to beg for it with every fiber of my body. His thick erection was now pressing against my fully stretched sphincter and all I could think of was how I wanted him to breed me, even if it was going to break me apart…
“I am going to take you now...” He was growling, breathing hotly over my face, lifting me up, letting me rub against his muscular chest for a moment before I was plunged down, right on his shaft.
It hurt. It really did hurt. Enough to make me scream, but…
...but it felt fulfilling in a dark, primal way, like it had when the demon had taken me all the way back then, when I had been devoured for the first time.
“Hnnnyyaaaah!” I had to close my eyes, helpless, whimpering, the thick shaft slowly and mercilessly pushing inside, deeper, hot and hard…
When it finally stopped, I was just held there, hugged against the bulging belly, its squirming prisoner, the powerful form, the sweaty fur…
“Yeah, you are taking it just fine...” His words were almost tender, holding me as he slowly withdrew his shaft, making a moaning sound, his whole body throbbing, letting me hover there, spread open, aching and achingly hard, just before he thrust up again.
My cock bounced, my eyes tearing at the corner as he began the slow, overpowering rhythm.
My whole body fit snugly, tight like a glove and he seemed content to keep this pace, slow, pushing up, holding me, occasionally teasing my hard cock.
“What a nice, tight little kitten you are...” He gave my face a slow, teasing lick, moving down, lapping over my pert nipples.
“..and you do smell really nice too...” He inhaled slowly, sniffing me, making a pleased low sound as a gushing wave of precum began running down my fur from where the enormous shaft was spearing me.
“Hnnnnnh, aaaaah!” I bucked helplessly, mimicking the motion of the cheetah, pushing against me through the thick wall of flesh, aching with the pain of the penetration and that of my rock hard cock. He just pushed in deeper, panting hard as he withdrew. It felt almost like he was pulling more than just his cock out, my body straining as he pushed in again.
He was getting close…
I buried my face into his fur, inhaling him, letting the powerful, dominant pheromones flood me, just as I felt something stiff push against me through the layers of muscle.
Was I, was I feeling Slash’s, his, cock…?
I could not help the wanton impulse, my hips jerking as I rubbed my rock hard cock right against the bulge of the cheetah’s erection. I, I needed to come, badly…
I had been so close to the edge ever since I had been pounced. And then, one hard cock had been yanked out of me, just to be replaced by this massive shaft belonging to the rippling form of the lion.
Fuck, my whole body felt like I was being torn apart…
And I wanted more…
“Hnnnnh, haaaaah!” I felt a wave of pain as I started to clench around the massive shaft, the lion moaning as he just thrust in with complete abandon, my mind losing itself in a wave of searing white heat until I could just scream and buck and wildly shoot my load all over the bulging abdomen, pressed against the squirming cheetah with only one impossibly stretched layer of flesh separating us.
The lion followed with a roar of pure masculine triumph as he flooded me. The sheer heat of his climax seemed to warm me from inside, running down, gushing out as he kept thrusting, riding out his orgasm, aided by the copious flood of cum that eased his fierce thrusts.
I was whimpering like a kitten by the time he finally withdrew, leaving me on his lap, legs still spread, rubbing myself against Slash’s squirming body. I could feel the outlines of his muscular form, feel his own still hard cock…
I thought I could see is mouth move, but no sound came through. Maybe, if I pressed my ear against the lion’s stomach…?
But all I could hear was a fierce gurgling as the stomach started to churn…
“Hmmmh, like what you see? What you feel in there…?” The lion’s voice still was intersperced with panting breaths, but he was steadying himself, lifting my chin, making me look up into his face.
“Curious how it is like in there?” He grinned, exposing his gleaming fangs, the yawning abyss of his maw. I shivered, letting out a feeble whimper, feeling a strange stirring in my quite well spent male parts.
My heart was thumping, sensing the intention, even before another churning growl came from his stomach.
“You seemed to like that cocky cheetah, even though he had meant to eat you, little cat, hmmmh?” He teasingly played with my tail, effortlessly toying with my body, showing me how strong he was, how I was utterly at his mercy.
“I, umh, k, kinda...” I felt sheepish, looking up, feeling an intense tremble of my fligth instinct trying to fight the utter submission I had been brought down to. I knew what would come next, but I did not even want to muster up the will to fight it by then.
I was shivering, feeling the instinctual terror mixed with the helpless, lusty desire to submit.
“I still have room for dessert...” He chuckled, sensing me flinch, but not struggle or fight, just looking at him, trembling, eyes widening, starting to grow hard again…
“Hmmmh, you are a good kitty...” He chuckled, lifting me up, taking both my arms, placing my hands on his broad, rough tongue.
“Hnnnnh, aaah!” I felt my whole body shaking violently, feeling myself lifted up, sliding over the bulging outline of the cheetah as I was now face to face with the pleased looking lion in just one strong gulp. His tongue was teasing my nipples, my lean muscles, his hands grasping my ass, toying with it, smearing his own cum all over it as he pushed me in, right into the gaping opening of his maw. Warm saliva began to coat me as the tongue playfully rubbed over my chest, my exposed armpits, down to my flat abdomen.
My fur was matted slick with sweat and saliva. I was slowly being tasted like a piece of meat. And to be fair, I was a piece of meat now…
My cock grew to full hardness again as it and my balls were lapped up next, my face pushed into the tight grip of his throat. It was really tight, couldn’t, couldn’t breathe…
I started to kick with helpless panic for a moment and he swallowed more quickly in response. My hips were bucking against his tongue, my whole body dripping with his saliva or his cum now. And he seemed to very much enjoy lapping up what he had had filled me with, his tongue arching up, pushing teasingly between the cleft of my ass.
My wild bucking motion only helped to send me down more quickly, my hands already pushing against slick, matted cheetah fur.
I thought I heard something, a growl maybe, as I was grabbed from beneath, the throat contracting around me, pushing me down until I ended up in a weird embrace against the stomach’s previously sole occupant.
“Hnnnh, you sure did your best to make it even more cramped in here. And all that pushing against me while you two were fucking like that...” I could not really tell if Slash was pissed off or not, but tight as the space was, I did risk wrapping my arms around him, meowing an apology.
“S, sorry, I...” I was cut off as I felt something pushing against us from the outside as a loud burp reverberated through the gurgling chamber. For a moment, I thought we were now just seconds away from suffocating, but the lion swallowed a whole lot of fresh air. Apparently, he wanted to enjoy us squirming inside his belly for a bit longer…
“...couldn’t get enough of me?” Slash’s tone now was definitely teasing, his stiff cock rubbing against mine as we both slid and turned inside the tight fleshy chamber. I was already starting to feel a slight fizz at some of my more sensitive parts…
“Well, there is still time to pay you back for that ‘help’ you gave me earlier.” He growled, his claws digging slightly into me as he grabbed for purchase, forcing my legs apart. And that was actually not a small feat in our tight prison.
“Hnnnh, I, wouldn’t, hnnnh, wouldn’t mind...” My own cock began to throb as I felt Slash’s erection pressing against my ass, slipping between my cheeks. It took a bit of groping around to help it push against my well abused entrance, but it wasn’t long before it had found its mark.
“Hnnnh, damn lion, ruining that tight ass for me...” I let out a whimper, bucking my hips as I felt his cock easily plunging in.
“S, sorry, but, hnh… it won’t, won’t matter for much longer, haah!” I was cut off by his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he thrust into me roughly.
“Hnnnh, shut up...”
I did. Well, in terms of words at least. I was being rather vocal in terms of moans and meowing sounds, as my overstretched ass was being mercilessly assaulted by his quick thrusts, forcefully pushing me into one of the squishy walls. His fur was already starting to come off, but it only made me feel the swelling muscles all the better, especially with my own cock rubbing slick and tingling against his hard abs.
“Hnnnh, yeah, take it you little bitch!” He bit down hard again, making me grow tense, my whole body spasming as I felt my cock explode with another sticky load of cum, which would mingle with the acrid juices we were being basted in. His was only a second behind, his hips moving wildly, causing our fleshy prison to churn angrily as he emptied his balls into my squirming body.
“Hnnnh, that, that’s better...” He panted, wrapping his arms tightly around me as he slowly began to lick over my face. It tickled a bit, but felt really nice nontheless. 
“Haaah, I, liked that, t, too...” I felt his heartbeat against my own chest, wrapping my legs around his.
“You still taste rather nice...” He playfully bit my ear, making me flinch slightly and shiver with the reaction to the dominant act.
I did not get to answer though, as suddenly, I felt my head slipping right into another maw, gaping wide open.
I instinctively squirmed for a bit, but, I could not say it came as a real surprise, nor did I mind, well, not when I was already eaten up anyway.
But, this, this was going to be a very tight fit indeed!
I could not say if I ended up pushing more into or against him, as his muzzle opened almost grotesquely wide, but either way, I was going in and Slash was not going to bother with whether I was trying to help him or struggle against it. All that mattered now was that he wanted me in and in there I would go.
Spend as I was, my cock only managed a faint twinge of a reaction as it, together with the rest of me was quickly gulped down. My legs followed as my head broke into a new chamber of churning, gurgling flesh. It indeed went very quickly now, the cheetah giving my wriggling paws a final teasing lick before I ended up in a fetal position, encased in an extra layer of hungry stomach.
So, this was how I would have ended up without the lion man’s interruption…
I could feel the gurgle of stomach juices being squirted all over me, remembering how the cheetah had teased me about being reduced to nothing but sloshed cat meat…
Though, I guess I would not get to end up contributing an extra layer to his taught, muscular form after all…
It, it was really getting hard to breathe now…
Slash had to now be helplessly full, unable to move much as I heard the twin assault of rumbling stomach, tightening around me, around us…
My hands slid over my body, my nipples tingling, starting to burn under the onslaught of gastric juices that were trying to break me down.
The layer of freshly spilled cum seemed to shield my cock a bit from the painful senation, but it really was starting to hurt as well…
A churning growl sounded around me, as the tight chamber contracted with a resounding burp. 
My mouth opened and closed, but all I could inhale was stale, acrid air, making my brain go hazy with disjointed thoughts. This was it, I was going to die…
I could see flickering shapes dance in front of my retina, despite the completely lack of light. Cheetahs, lions, an eternal chain of bigger eating smaller, nested in each other like an endless layer of hollow spheres…
I let out last whimpering meow, feeling my once again stiff cock throb under he exhausting onslaught of jumbled sensation. 
The last thing I felt was a weird, flat pressure weighing down on me, all the way from outisde, until everything just faded in another resounding burp...