Battle Brawl, Cat Brawl Clench


Written by Septia.


Light returned to the world, air flooded down his gullet. 
	“Phahaaathah,” Kano gasped, clutching himself to make sure he was all together. His vision adjusted, seeing the tall Bear chimera across form him, posed ready. Though, without a coat now. Her jacket nowhere to be found, laying bare the voluptuous curvature of her silhouette, be it from muscles or fat. 
	“Y-you…” Kano mumbled. 
	“Caught you in a cold sweat?” Ylja teased with a mocking expression of shock, clutching her paws over her cheeks. 
	“Mmfrf…” 
	“Caught yo- caught you in a cold sweat?”
	He'd made it through one round, in the loosest sense of the word. As he hung his head in shame, the feline noticed the patch of gerund he stood on, bereft of snow. A green ring of grass, and drops of molten snow still clinging on the grass like dew. Just like how the snow had thawed under, Ylja… 
	“Hot enough for you?” 
	“M-m-me?” he asked. 
	“H-hot -hot – hiot.” The opponent retorted. 
	A faint smile graced his muzzle. 
	“Second round 2, commence Battle brawl(!)” 
	-Sst-chh- then a whip of a cudgel tail smacked him from behind into the snow, 
	“… Enough for you?” 


 “Whoosa, woaohah,” Kano dodged, hopping above at a distance from Ylja, which limited her effectiveness. -Bwhhnigs- He saw an arrow flash up, pointing down, and in an instance e ducked, just for the swing of Ylja's fuzzy rear end to sweep overhead. 
	“Tsk, just keep worming your way out,” Ylja shouted, voice pitched in annoyance. 
	Once he realised he had that effect on her, it only amplified the awkward sense of his stumbling; without the arrows guiding him, he'd been flattened. 
	“How does…” then he peeked up. His blue bar, it was depleted. 
	“I have a special move?” Kano burst out, distracted to the point he didn't recolonise the flashing arrow before a ton of black floof dropped on him, pinning him to the ground under the weight of Ylja's knockers, taking on a life of their own as they smacked and slapped his head side to side, before Ylja rebound onto her tail. 
	Kano, despite being on the ground, was tossed back in the standard thrown animation. “Wt-that -is my special move?” Kano huffed out, defeated. 
	Then, something hit him – aside from Ylja. As she stood up, Kano realised his opponent kept wanting him close, and used her tail to get him to approach her, but… she rarely used the tail end on its own… 
	“A weakness…” he mumbled, then bit his lips, closing his eyes, and leapt at the tail. “Come on,” she huffed out, and smacked the cheeks together, sandwiching them under the force of his palm. 
	“Ghaabsa,” he heard her call, eyes vacant at the reddened cheeks. 
	“I-I have a cha-.” 
	-Gnnmph- The buns swept up to him, clamping a hold of his muzzle. For a moment, the world froze, and Kano could feel individual beads of sweat trailing down his fur. “got a grip of that fall rope?” Ylja called out, as the tail bent backwards and sprung back. 
	Kano Jettisoned through the air, revolving in the thro towards Ylja, aimed right for… her open maw. 
	“Ghaaamammf, hh-ehesllpmpgh-mmpgpgth-.” 
	-Ghlmmpgh- Ylja's lips swept over Kano's form, in an instance they'd coated him in spittle, his frame disappearing into their gullet as a mouse ducking back in its hidey hole. 
	-Ghllmph- The lump that followed coursed down Ylja's neck, displacing her chest around the lump that bound into her gut, jiggling her tummy before it bond straight back, Ylja clenching her fist as her face scrunched up at a massive -Ppbwhhrwpldlldwrth- detonation of flatulence cascading from her rear, launching the feline missile through the clasped cheeks – a rocket with a trail of fog in its wake, as he tumbled back into a bundle of Ylja's tail-coils. 
	“Uurh-ughrs-… Phuew…” Kano huffed, as his lips parted a bellow of fumes trickled out his maw, smokestacks dispersing into the air, his fur glistening in spit and gut phlegm from head to toes. 
	“Pwhhwa…” 
	“You filthy rakshastan's go right through me, in one hole, out the other,” she turned and smiled at him, her words’ harsh tone incongruous with her expression, which went as far as sending him a wink. 
	“Mmfs… Kano peeked up, and maybe it was the dizziness in blurring his vision, but a little chunk of her healthbar had chipped off. 
	“Pha… haa. H-hey,” he mumbled. 
	“Double time…” 
	“U-unfair…” Kano pleaded, as the tails recoiled and launched him in an arc, tumbling through the air as his paws scrambled to halt his trajectory, -Glhtsj- only to slid along the surface of Ylja's steamy, soft buns and slot right through to the warmed up dug chute -Sphhtlpwh-. Back paw consumed by the bulbous meat – fluffy and bulbous ass heaps wool sculpted out of mince meat. -Chrhslpth- The pit suckled, vacuum gathering in Ylja's depths, reeling Kano up to his haunches, the rim clamping and clasping over his thighs in a methodical munch, as if it knew his struggles were meaningless.


~ 1 ~


 “Ooh, oo, ooh how gonna make it triple time?” Dana huffed, grinding her cheeks between Vi's thighs, stealing peeks from the screen whiles she went down on her boss. 
	“Chou underestimate the me, we have anticipation, so… cut to the climax…”


~ 2 ~


-Ppthshng- A flash turned the world into black and white, Kano's desperate grasp of the rear unleashed, as a cold quiver played down his spine. 
	“Prime Cut move(!)” the announcer hollered. The text: 'Bear x Snake = ultimate hugtime' appeared suspended above the fighters. 
	“W-what?” 
	-Chlltshhs- Kano felt the tunnel of flesh his legs laid lodged in… shift… it curved and ferried him downwards, as the colour returned to the snowscape, he felt the flesh kneading and constipating him bake into unseen temperatures, steaming the sweat from his pours as the pucker engorged and -Nmgpsh- chugged in a good stretch of his torso, vapours filtered through the bowels bubbled up at the pucker around him, each -Bhrhw- pop wedging him deeper into the condensing containment, Ylja laid silent, eyes directed towards he sky, hips gyrating as the cheeks rattled and battered Kano into the depths of her colon catacomb, as his shoulders folded in and arms pinned by his side, he gazed at her tail, rumbling and swelling in a rhythmic pattern of billowing bloats; he was headed ass first into a proper dung-geon. -chrlslpths- Pucker grease dolloped over his ears, webs of congealed lard, gluing him in the starved brim. 
	“W-wait, I-I thought you-.” 
	“Thought you, that I liked you?” Ylja's voice came down – a soundless sledgehammer on Kano's spirit. 
	“Sillyball…”
	Kano felt her maw, the face sized bearpad clamping over his face, clutching his chin. 
	“That is why I want this hug, to last forever,” she regaled, and with tugging his head free a few cents, clutching him securely… 
	“Butt,” She called out. -Thrlwllspsth- her paw slammed straight into her her ass, crack engulfing up to her wrist, and Kano's whimpers muffled under the encompassing bulk of bear blubber. The pucker warped, undulating around her paw as she tugged it free, and let his clasping paws reel in -Shlrlptsh-. 
	“Even I have an end, and so do those churned away through my melange of a gastric ovens, by the time you've reached its end, do not worry, you'll be a hearty batch of Feline Fudge.”


Darkness devoured Kano, he could make out contours of the chiselled folds of flesh adorning the gullet walls, though they passed him by in moments, clenching into him -Chrlsltphs- soaking him in stewing fluids, torching him in the steam venting from each corner of the bear's intestines. He was turned, twisted, kneaded… a section of his frame was constantly hugged, infused with the roaring heat he'd glimpsed Ylja' housed. -Chhrslpth- the compartment angled him into a ball, brushing the rubbery texture of her bowels into him – the touch smooth, heavy and moist; silk woven frostings of pan fried lard. 
	“Mgms, pahsha, hah,” Kano huffed, thrashed, and whimpered as the walls lugged him onwards, on a march through the barrelling corridor of a manure factory. Time became a nebulous concept, and it felt like hours before the rattlings slowed. And he was faced with a rippling gate of flesh. -Chrlslths- it parted and pursed, flesh enveloping him, warping taut to his neck. Yet, instead of light, or even acids, there was just… more moulding, convulsing flesh. 
	“Aaah, see you just made it into my colon proper,” Ylja commented. 
	Kano's eyelid twitched gaping for a wheezy break of internally festered air, whiles the colon squelched him forwards, robbed of fighting spirit; a sausage partway stuffed peeled into its new skin.


~ 3 ~


-Chhrllglsh- -Chrllgths- -Ghbrlslghshbsh- All around Kano the flesh drummed in; convulsions which clamped onto his frame, rolling along his body. Ushered forwards by systematically pinching of the escape route in his wake. The air laid damp with the sensation of stepping into a cramped – recently occupied – locker room. -Chrllsghs- Moist walls crinkled as they bent into his body. The bowels gave him space to breathe, all except when the walls smothered his face. Despite its insistence on him venturing deeper, Kano could twist his head to marvel at the pattern of rugose flesh, see the slime congealing between canyons of meat. He freed his arms to halt the momentum of the winding gut's tour; a puppy can tug on its leash, though despite being the one along for the ride. 
	“We starting with a toast, do we want a morsel still and cold? Hah. We want to have it hot and tender,” Ylja's voice echoed around Kano. -Squshsllrsh- the walls compacted, folding flat on each end as the pathway in front of him curved, the bearnaga twisting and wringing her body to and fro, too eager to let her body take its slow course with him. 
	-Scqllch- The walls flattened him to a catty pancake, huffing and whimpering the constricted pat, towards a slit opening in the tunnels ahead, vision consumed by a lilac glare. -Schhsllssh- -Czzzrrllss- Colon drool sizzled against along the trenches of orange flesh, the tissue illuminating the chamber as if Kano had stepped out form night into day. Or perhaps more accurately, shoved into an active oven. 
	-Ssplszhhzhzrth- Kano retracted his paw, absent-mindedly letting it rest on the gleaming flesh gave him context of the swirls of sweltering heat. 
	“This is how I warmed up to you, the smallest you can make is return the favour,” she cooed out in the genteel tone, and a fold of her coil ushered Kano forth from the rolling chambers of torrid flesh; like taking a sledgehammer to a tube of toothpaste. 
	-Frsshhzl- The crackle of meat blossomed into an echo as Kano was tossed into the constrained compartment. His fur smeared I globs of gut oils that puttered and soaked through to his skin, the bed of heated bowel padding toasting to the touch and brewing into a haze of steam enveloping him; the ground yielded to his motions. Attempt sot escape it only bend and morphed the liable ground around his paws. Craters formed in the outlines of his struggles. Each pit filled with boiling juices; cast iron clay which moulded to suit any morsel it was fed. 
	“Ahha, angns ahhas,” Kano huffed and coughed out to the searing stimulation rushing through him and sinking its heat into his flesh. The heat fried his fur to a matte rug of bubbling leather.  
	“Stop kidding with, me, think I stomach's won't handle you? Might as well realise, you are in for the long haul.”
	Kano bit his lip hearing this, and only for the ground to quake and contort, flinging him upwards in the roomy chamber. Ylja folded her tail to project him upwards, the walls morphing and bending to flip him in the air, landing on his back as a mere lump of kitty mince frying into a patty by the scorching bowels. 
	After being flipped like a pancake, that fair bit of urgency fizzled out of Kano. Heat torched his backside lissom and juicy. There was a magnitude of different between theme. -Shhrls- As the warmth soaked into his flesh, he noticed it didn't bite with sharp. Tearing fangs, but flat, grinding. It the ache it inflicted almost, pleasant, acting the part of a pummelling massage. -Ghrbslhs- -Frrwwrthh- Steam roared up and flooded over him, fresh and toasty, just as he was getting used to it, the skillet chamber contracted, shuffling him towards a pit of welcoming, smoothing slime. 


-Spllfshtg- “O-oofhh…” Kano squeaked, yet surprise melted into satisfaction. Veils of gullet phlegm infested the next stretch of intestines; cool gel caked onto him from head to too, chilling his sensitive flesh. After torched a cooking his flesh tender, plunging him into a vat of frosting was be all he could wish for. Every motion sent jolts through his nerve. The chamber had pummelled him, fried and tossed him into submission; it had tenderised him, scraping off the cold layers of doubt and expectation from his being, everything felt new, pleasant… 
	“Peeling off all that worry, and we're left with a handsome hunk of a morsel, All thanks to some helpful enzymes.”
	Kano blinked, quivering as the walls coils inwards, screwing him forwards throughout her undulating tunnels. These sensations were brought on by digestion, he'd softened up to her, mentally yes, but it was the physical part that still worried the rakshasta. -Chrlglsh- -Chrhsltllft- 
	“All ready, for a marinade~.” 
	Kano's head smushed into a pit of pursed flesh -Shltlppdth- the strain worked into his pelt, spiralling throughout his whole body. The colon congested, hugging him down to wedge him through thee stubborn gap. Once it gave in, he realised why. 
	“Hhammopugh, hhufblrlrbs-.” A waterfall of blue bile stuffed his gullet. The colon camber clogged in cerulean coolant. He sunk through it like a fork through gelatine; the congealed mass breaking up end liquefying to his presence, seeping over every nook and cranny of his frame. 
	“Mfmnrngns,” Kano huffed out, cheeks adorned with a tinge of rose. His softened flesh sensitive to the slightest shiver, coupled with the fluid enveloping his frame to submerge each and every it of him, able to penetrate to his core from the crevice s and, it was a knockout combo. 
	“Once tender, you opening up, it are a singe to take it all in,” Ylja mused outside. 
	The marinade of enzymes pressurised him from every angle, the coagulated gel surrounding the liquid clamping in with the bowels churn and pounding. His body was porous and tender, a sponge siphoning in enzymes corroding through this frame. He bloated, curves filling out with Ylja's warmth, sculpting Kano with padding to exaggerate muscular and chubby curves along his frame. Even his tail fluffed up to a sausage, slugging to and fro in the surrounding gunk. The sensation was alien; an outside force penetrating his body. Conquest was waged against his own blood and tissue, melting him from the inside as it worked through his sinew. 
	The deluge plundered everything that was him… and Kano met it languid. Resistance was a far gone thought. Were his bones even under his control? How much was being dissolved and replaced mixing in with the dissolvent gel? His fur was slopping off his bod in a coal black silt and it was just, a freeing sensation to see it go. Kano huffed, gargled and chocked on the gunk draining down his neck, outclassed and molested, and not by his opponent, simply their organs. And couldn't make himself want to stop… 


-Chhrlglsth- Chhrslpltsh- The walls concaved, ferrying him deeper in the endless sewage pipes. Kano was dripping – of which was himself and which was bowel wine, gloop, he couldn't say. Stripped of his fur-coat, bloated to a sinuous parody of a blow up doll, and embrace by the hugging walls every moment of his journey. Kano's mind was a haze of confusion-syrup. The walls laid firm against his skin, wringing him like a rag of sewage water -Shchrlsp-. The wall’s convulsions suckled off of black smears off his skin. 
	He noticed the a brim of flesh passed over him, snug to his contours as it invited him to spacious hold, yet all was as dark as before. 
	There was little to distinguished this vitriol chamber from the former. -Chhrkktchc- Till it folded in on itself, compiling his frame – an accordion of muscle-tissue – and leaving him coughing up blue globules of gel. 
	-Shhrlrlslth- In the compression the walls seeped of a glistening amber, yellowed nectar which washed down his skin, absorbing moisture till it coalesced into into a butter lump. -Cwhrht- The walls let up only to close in again, and this time he felt the outlines of an outside force working the nectar through the ruffled flesh of his frame and soaking the nectar into his skin. 
	“How do you have it in there? Holding up? Amass yourself, get together for me, there are along mfms road ahead of you,” Ylja cooed out as she hugged hoisted her tail into her embrace, hugging and kneading into the bulge of Kano's silhouette within, plying the walls to extrude their bowels wide over the living slurry of a cat. 
	Fluids absorbed the humidity and moisture of his tissue, brewing into bowel butter that clung to Kano's frame, and in the enhanced kneading moulded and melded them back into him. This cycle of enzymes processed his body, gradually morphing the kitty to more mulch than feline. The flustered rakshasta struggled with the notion of consciousness, while he was unable to locate himself -Vhrlslh- Chhrubths-.
	“Coming along, smooth,” Ylja said with a smack to her coils, and set her tail off into a spin, jostling her tail round and round as a jump-rope. 
	Internally, it was a Kano was exposed to the equivalent of of an organic tumble-drier, a cement-mixer macerating his frame to the correct consistency. -Chhrcugh- -Plcchgtsh- draining him and reinvigorating and revolving lump of Kano dough, steaming him through his own extracted humidity, sinews molten and reforged till he was held together with not but a loose semblance of self, and neon pink embarrassment. 


~ 4 ~


The cycle repeated, a clockwork turned in separate flavour of digestion – all strung together by the theme of heat, moisture, and plenty of hugs. He churned through a green luminous gut, where he was putrefied and grew a collection of mould and mushrooms pasted into his coat; a red chamber where his dough segmented, pinched off in globs that shook and tumbled over one another in a cavalcade of loose sludge; the feline was funnelled through spiralling purple tubes where his mind separated from his body, brewed into a stew of uniform gruel; and baked back into the globs of mulch to let him freely funnel along and congest the pleased bearnaga's whims. 
	His journeys long as this opponent, and eventually, each chamber blended into each other, a mess of sensations and flesh abusing him with and tortured him, tobogganed through the endless onslaught of cuddles.  
	Until… he sensed a plush warmth. A memory of reeking, pink fumes permeated his self. All through the slurry – which he had been been reduced too – began to feel, himself. A joy so grand, it was that was only matched by the humility of realising he experienced it within a bear’s bowels. Or the fact he had enjoyed it for longer than he would admit. -Chhrsltlsh- -KJhrlrksth- His self coalesced, baked and forged into one, sealed with glue of colon grease, preparing him, for the final stop. 


~ 5 ~


-Chhrwllsthth- -Pfprwwwrrfth- Ylja's pucker crinkled with the torrent of guttural exhaust pluming through her tail's hind; smog clouds in coal black with umber shadows fluffing out and dispersing into the air, every few huffs were sculpted in the likeness of of likeness of a blushing skull. -Chrlspthts- Her pucker broadened, gaping and clenching with tethers of congealed bowel slime webbing the rugose folds together… 
	“Phooew, Must admit, I warmed up to you mmmmf, and seems you repaid in kind,” she hummed and clutched the an arms reach down from her tail’s buttocks, meeting resistance in the bulk trapped within, “and something is telling me, I had a similar effect on you.” -Pwhhwrrrth-. 
	-Chrlrlpsth- After belching up stacks of sultry smog, the brim clogged up with the a guise of deep black tar, swelling to a hefty bulb that arched back and forth through the precipice of her rim. Bubbles bursting on the surface of the slime that collected and bunched out, the mulch growing on on its width rather than length, blossoming. -Chrltlh- -Krhrlthc- Fractures cracked up between the sloppy hunks of manure, leaving the bulk to blossom into a bouquet of cobbled filth blobs rippling to the clenches of the bearnaga's pucker. 
	“Mmfs mdms, the favours free, only for you. I knew you'd appreciate a bear's embrace.” -Pslltprhth- The brim convulsed and fluctuated as the pressure grew, another hug from Ylja and the cheeks parted to give the brim room to breathe, heaving up the fractured collection of dung with a slobby splash of bubbling cauldron bile -Bhrlslpthghtsh-. 
	The manure congealed after the frizzled end, to a coil of thick, glossy umber, detailed with a cloak of pencilthin fissures segmenting the manure by its density. As the length curled out through the fuzzy hose of a tail, its girth plumped up, thickening from ankle width to the impressive heft of a full pair of hips. -Chhrlslths- -Phhfforth- Globes of discoloured mulch gouged form the bale of manure. Gellated lard and packed refuse sloughed from the many layers of digestion the Rakshasta had been abused by; globs of bowel butter fused garbage drooling along the murky pillar – as wax lumps down the neck of a candle. The displacement of grime and fresh seams bursting open -Chrlrlsth-. Through the grunge let loose huffs of steam -Fppst- that cloaked the unfurling trunk of manure in a mist of heat. The ground beneath the mound softened, snow melting and dispersing as if fleeing from the encroaching hunk of a creamy behemoth. 
	“Reason to be shy is all over,” Ylja mused and rose up along her tail with her vicegrip kept firm, the congested blockage of belly jam inflating her tail in the embrace, and sparking an array of sputters from her crack. 
	“Mmfss~,” she cooed and shuddered as the rippling pit morphed and contorted over the crags of packed kano soufflé, disgorging her packed heft of chocolate -Whslgpth- -Dwlptthshffw-. 
	The manure tumbled onto the ground, the snow unable to escape the falling coil of grime, snow-crystals melting with a sizzle as the pillar bullzozed into the ground. -Shrtlpsh- The numerous cracks contributed to the gunk’s unholy mix of whipped cream consistency and the density of tar. The length’s bottom bendt flat to the ground each dropped clump plummeting with the weight of a cannonball. 
	“Mmfs, ooh Knew not you felt so passionately for me,” Ylja snickered and hugged her tail.
	A few clumps of cooked Kano clay creaking out the cheeks -Chrhstth- and dropping as glistening marble over the ground. 
	“Perhaps you just being baked into a batter of sludge you have fallen for.” she teased with a snicker, squeezing in and kneading her tail. Her massages gradually diminished the Kano clog within, shifting and slithering around the growing pile of manure sprawling over the ground in a dance with the bested opponent. 
	-Chhrlsltsh- -Stwff-. The pucker burbled to a stop, clenching around a femur and clavicle, bunched up and sunken into each other, few more pinched and the mud-bones sloughed free off of each other and dropped off into the underlying stack. 
	For a moment, Ylja seemed perplexed; fondling the still bloated tail section she sunk her paws into it to feel out uneven pliability of nougat. -Chltlsh- -Bbrwllgsh- squeezes of molten cheese stuck in a paper shredder came coupled with gusts of steam. Her pucker pulled inwards, bloated out, and oscillating in girth as the saturated lump of greasy pink mortar brewed at its rim. Confusion grew to amusement. She watched the greasy, pale manure crinkling its way past her mud-chute, its texture elastic and pliable, with strands of viscous phlegm drizzling down its sides. 
	-Ppbrbrwppth- a thrust of fumes funnelled through the mulch, and rippled the gummed up paste to swell. -Pfbrbwhth- another muted gale inflated the muck to the size of a melon. The flatulence kept swirling, roaring through the constrained globules of murky dew, blowing up the sickly grime to a massive buoyant orb. Down is side dripped filaments of black fur, white gruel and chunks of teeth and femurs, signs of Kano unearthed to embellish the aggressions load of filth. 
	“So you show your true colours? Wishing you could jam up my tail forever? Mm, sorry news for you, even gum, fmms, melts to mulch~.” She cooed out and hoisted up her tail, bobbing it along as the bouts of steam swelled the bubble as tall as Kano one had been… -Spltlptusurtbs- at which it rupture… the pop was sluggish, and seemed less bombastic and, leaning more towards a whimper than a bang. -Ckrlltsh- As the strips of grime hailed over the crooked tangles, the ghastly visage of a cranium was seen amongst the mulch, landing in the pile delving in to get covered up to its ocular cavities – as if it was attempting to hide, even now. The few streaks of the pinkish mortar penciled in an impression of blushing to the pile. 
	“Pmmfs, ha. To think you, would worm your way to my heart, and througsmms, a lot more as well,” she mused, holding the end of her tail like a stray cat and let the greasy deluge billow through her rear as a mud stuffed shower. Coils dropped off and -Chrlslpth- clumped over the manure stack, melding its outlines together with the sturdy gruel and flimsy gut gum. The weight burrowing the skull deeper into the depths of the molten, blackened bronze, and the remaining, raw rump fudge to envelop and smother the last visage of the opponent. 
	“It makes me wonder,” Ylja pondered as she squeezed up the globs of molten chocolate pudding through her tail, dressing the pile in gellating layers of spreading sludge, “if I'd gone so soft on you, would you have been so soft on me?” -Bbrwpprhhrhth- The response came as a belch of bowel exhaust, a handful of loaves coiling out to crescent the waist high waste hill. 
	“What was that? Speak out.” 
	-Fppfr-. 
	“Phaha, what an adorable mess of huggable dung.” 


~ 6 ~


 “Wphaha… hahaf… houa…” Dana gushed – in more through many places – as she laid sprawled out on the floor, staring up the ceiling with her arms locked in massaging her chest. 
	“Psha, I couldmfms, feel…” 
	“Every moment of the little star's struggles?” Vi filled in, huffing and hauling up her assistant to wipe her crotch with her face, urged into a symphony of moans as Dana suckled and tugged out the controller halfway lodged down the mouse's cheese slit. 
	“Mmfs, yoshkay, you know your words~.” Dana mumbled, brushing the lust and swat off of her face, wriggling and toying with the tethers of gellified pleasure between her fingers. 
	“There is much to learn, chou should know that. Though, Chou should save those high paygrade actors for weekends.” Vi said, leaking like a fountain yet composed compared to Dana, wriggling in her own lust on the floor. 
	“Mmfs, wha? Hooo, ohay, how come?” 
	“They munch up time like a like a stay at home editor,” she scoffed, and gestured to the clock ticking into overtime. 
	Dana's eyes went wide. “O-ooh…” 
	“Clean up, would you?” Vi said on her way out, tail cracking snapping out a lewd whip crack as she locked the door. 


Dana looked up from the paper towels, peering at the screen. She saw the bearnaga amuse herself, coiling up and snuggling with the bulges along her frame. Her mind wondered back to the same subject, how the director had gathered such vivid lust behind the screen. She reached out, and laid her palm on the glass. 
	“Continue resuming? 4… 3… 2…”