Cat Brawl Sucks


Written by Septia.


 “Second round two, battle brawl!” 
	Kano blinked, stumbling back a step, though his body soon compensating when it realised nothing was out of the ordinary. It was the same set, same cobblestones, same castle, same carpet, he was just back to his ordinary size. Though… there was a butt print in the rug. 
	Across from him stood the triplets. Grull hopping up in the center of them as Gripp and Grapp dispersed into clouds of bunny bats. Only to link up into one long rope as Grull tapped forth to hopscotch on lithe feet pats. “What do you say, dear sisters, shall we hop to it?” Only after  for the three to revert to standing menacingly. 
	“O-ook, I-I know I m-messed up bef-.” 
	“To enjoy to-tot-to enjoy.” 
	“Ya meal.” 
	“You have to. The three said, then jutted forth in unison. 
	“Work up an appetite.” 
	Kano clutched over his head. Why would no one listen? 
	“I'm not a fighter, or a brawler.” He said, exasperated. However, it was a new round, he was his right size, he could get a round in on them. 
	Smacking his cheeks he and took a stance. 
	The triplets smiled, then Gripp dashed forth, shouting. “Speed.” 
	Kano focused his vision in on them. 
	“And.” Grapp continued.
	He knew this one, it was just a matter of... And before Grull could make her dash, Kano leapt up in the way. he knew this move, it was just a matter of timing when-. 
	Grull disappeared in front of his eyes. Kano left mid hop, hanging in the air, dumbfounded. 
	“H-huh?” 
	“Malaise.” came Grull's voice from behind him, before he felt a -Twwwmpghp- of her ass smacking into the back of his head, and knocking him forwards. A trail of tears streaking the air as Kano stumbled forwards. “That's not fair.” He called back and flailed on one leg to keep his balance after the fall. 
	“If we suck,” Gripp said with a snicker. 
	“Then what,” Grapp continued. 
	“Doth that.” 
	The three stuck out their tongues. “Make you?” 
	The feline's lips contorted in a rippled grimace. He felt so close. 

	
“Dang it.” 
	“Hmm?” Vi responded, Dana sitting upright, only to quickly try to lounge back in a mimic of Vi's pose. 
	Vi scoffed. “Chou are actually trying?” 
	“W-what? That’s… of course I, aah, just wanted to see in what ways they could, have fun with him.” 
	Vi Grinned. “Chou were giving it chour all.” She confirmed and wrapped an arm around the frog's shoulder, bringing her in tight to her side with a -Bfmfmpfs- bump of her padded side. “Then follow those rowdy gals' advice; work up an appetite.” 


Kano ducked under a leaping Gripp, and sidestepped Grappling to slam into his ankles. Following the arrows that materialized in front of him, though they seemed to come from everywhere. The feline couldn't afford a moment to catch his breath when one of them was there, unless he'd wanna get caught himself. He saw a shadow in his periphery, ducked, and raised his fist above him. -Thhfkfnkg- Grapp pummelled nose first into his fist, the shockwave from the impact coursing through his muscles and rattling his head in discomfort. 
	“Ghahga gaah, that's mah snoot prick.” Grapp gushed and stumbled back. 
	“S-sorry.” Kano mumbled, noting that Grapp's bar was near empty. Though somehow he'd spend a lot of his blue bar just through dodging. Gripp’s had a decent dent lost too. 
	“Your butt's mine, buster.” A cry came form behind him, Gripp coalescing from a swarm of bats, maw wide, expanded buck fangs gleaming as much as her eyes. digits spread wide to grapple onto his arm. 
	A cloud of black and streaks of gold shimmered before her eyes, her paws meeting Kano's. 
	“A-aah-…” Gripp gasped, as she watched the embarrassed cat catch her, carry her for a moment in a swing, hugging to his frame, before soaring off from him, ass first tumbling into the carpeted floor and rolling in the throw. 
	-Bnrnnck- Kano peeked up, Gripp's yellow bar shrunk down to nothing. 
	“Oh, dear.” 
	“Gripp...?” The two siblings called out to the bun face planted on the other corner of the stage, eyes glazed as lakes. 
	“Iaa… t-that. I didn't, mean to…” Kano mumbled. 
	“Ing.” 
	“Through.” the two triplets called as they dashed on either side of Kano, spinning him around and positioning themselves between him and their fallen sibling. 
	‘Don't think about how fluffy they are. Dooon't. Stop it. Gotta, focus,’ Kano thought. Of the three, he had the advantage. 
	Grapp growled through clasped teeth, leaping forth. “And…”
	But he wouldn't be fooled again, turning around and steeling himself to catch Grull as soon as she-. 
	“Grace.” 
	She called out as she landed on his shoulders, and knocked her stomach into his head. 
	“Grapp em.” 
	Grull called out. 
	The bunny materializing to jab herself into Kano's side, pinning his arm in place and dragging him downwards. 
	“Get em, Gripp.” Grapp called out and Kano heard a rumbling as a little ball of fluff tumbled back over the carpet, and crashed into his shins “Strike~” the bun chimed.
	As her weight bore into Kano, toppling him off balance with Grapp and Grull weighing him down, he saw the roof spin above him as he tumbled straight back onto his ass, a dust cloud -Dmfpfhhghtwht- spreading out around the impact. 
	“H-how a-was I g-gonna p-predict that?” Kano whimpered. 
	They cracked their knuckles above him. 
	“Sucks to suck,” Grapp hummed.
	“Speaking off, I do fancy a bite.” Grull beamed and flashed her buck fangs. 
	One by one the three buns sunk their jaws into him, pinning the bundle of battered black fur to the ground in the tangle of limbs and -Cshfllprth- -Sllfphhrthhs- suckles and slurps, only one of the feline’s arms waved free out of the pile. Its frantic flailing gradually petering out, and slumping to the floor as the triplets feasted. 


~ Prime Cut Move: Combo Waster ~

Kano came to in a location that perplexed him. The ceiling was carpeted, the walls tighter than the corridors, and the curved window hatches were now upside dow-. 
	“Ah,” Said Kano, realizing he was tied up like a turkey and hung by his feet. 
	-Crrnrnnnchs- The hinges of a grand door creaked on the other end, of the chamber, through the gap flooding a swarm of white bats, which converged into a frolicking Gripp as she closed in. 
	“Yay, it’s been a while since we had some bathroom company,” the bunny beamed. 
	Kano looked up, seeing that he was strung up above a throne, carved out of an array of cold marble and polished so the feline could approximate his reflection in the stone. The throne was concaved in the center, an opening from its brim forming a wide bowl that tipped to a head sized drain in the rear, past which laid only darkness. 
	“P-please I'll, mmpfhg-.” Kano began, only to me smothered by the pair of white buns. Her cheeks big enough to encompass his whole head at his size, leaving him no ransom for air.
	-Bbfrrwkkfflrprths- A flood of smog jettisoned into his mouth, cheeks inflating in the piquant harness, left coughing as he wheezing as Gripp planted her hind at the edge of the brim. 
	“Haaa. Don't you worry, we will make sure you're up for the task~.” 
	She beamed with her big eyes gleaming. The other end of the bowl had two indents. A pair Gripp's thighs slotted into, so her modest hind jutted out over the bowl. “Mfmmfpghs.” -Bbrrffmsmptsh- a bassy posterior belch bubbled through the bun's buttocks, -Fshrlflptwth- the hiss of flatulence plugged in by the smack of a particularly sludgy plug as -Chrrlvlfrslsh- a serenade of crinkles rippled through the expanding pucker porking forth through the white valley. A heel of raw auburn fudge played crinkling tunes as it warped the surrounding walls – like a violin surged in mud. The mound sloughing out through the brim dressed in the furrowed trail imprinted by the rabbit's brim, as it engorged the swelling girth of the bale and divulged the prelude of buttery ballast into the inclining bowl. -Chrlrlpgfhhsths- -Bcdthtuslff- -Chrlrspcchsrkss- The mound clumped onto the marble, shovelled and partially submerged in the oncoming bulk of creamy fudge billowing forth. The Surface was a uniform slate of the bowel polished auburn to compliment the mirror shine of the bowl. Kano's reflection hinted in the sprawling banks of the guttural fondant, deformed by its warping surface. 
	“Phaa, do you recognize yourself?” Gripp asked and wiggled her rump so that the flood of chocolate swayed down the bowl while it curdled free from her gutter. “I can be a bit of a glutton, I slurped up a bunch of you, Mfmms, feels as smooth as a kitty,” she said and cupped her cheeks, tugging them aside for their hind to -Fhrllprfhths- swell up around a splutter of miasma flecking gunk down the bowl, the bulwark of bowel chocolate quick to reclaim the vacant space with its amorphous girth. 
	“Pheewcoh, it sure stinks though, could almost think I'd just stuffed my face with commoner garbage? Or whatever it is you eat,” she mused while the pliant mounds dressed the bowl as a pasty caked in custard, “though, like my sisters says: inviting common folk had never had a positive affect on a room's aroma. So, maybe you've always just been a stinky kitty.” She mused and gritted her teeth as a particular wide clog -Bglrpg- -Gbglp- burbled through her rear, the loaf of molten chocolate fondant sloughing forth and sinking into the congealing pate filling the bowl. Gripp's expression mellowed to a smiling huff as her pucker contracted to constrain the sloughing batch of fudge. The bowl laid submerged in the crawling dunes of molten ass wax. Its surface melding together the indents and furrows which once separated the bales, until the surface was only disturbed by an occasional bubble breaching the surface, fomenting into gellated clusters across the weighty pudding. 
	Kano coughed, shuddered and wriggled in his restraints, the character of the tart atmosphere plaguing his senses, condemned to take in the look of the roiling hills of molten muck and let its radiating character infect his sensed. 
	“Phaaa. Thanks for keeping me compa-.” 
	-Bddbngk- -Bddmnngk- “You done hogging the lou?” 
	“All yours, Grapp,” she responded and bounced her fluff ball tail onto Kano' face “Mu butt saying bye, cus don't think we'll see each other again.” she snickered and hopped off into a cloud of satisfied bats. 


Shortly thereafter Grapp stormed through the door, discarding her mantle on the way. 
	“Finally, brat's a good sis but her dumps take foreeever.” Grapp hissed and plonked her hind onto the groove of the seat --Vrrhflgpsghs- A growl creaked into a smear of filth, Grapp grunting as she grasped onto her cheeks and cleave them apart for her pucker to bulb forth betwixt, pumping back and forth at the expanse of a patch of mud riddled in wrinkles. 
	“Mfmpghg,” she gruffed with her pucker pinching, engorging round to discharge a fat wedge of grime with ruptures -Spfprrhgptsh- and diving into the far end of the bowl right beneath Kano's face, “Mpfh a oaourks thet’s better.” She huffed and silenced Kano's pleads with a boisterous -Bbwfppflrlrprhsths- cloud of vapors lodged stuck by the marred ichor clog, with her pucker gaping wide to disgorge a patchwork of undiluted loaves of fractured dung. 
	The pellet of faecal muck embedded itself into the smooth mulch form Gripp, its potent odour an immediate contrast to what Kano now realised had been a mild, almost petrichor scent, to a marred reek, sending Kano into a fit of spasms as the steam of Grapp's filth marinaded into his skin, all whilst Grapp panted and bobbed her head to the side and her ears flopped as if they'd hooked a big one. 
	“Phew aammrsh, all this fighting junk's such a straaainngmfs,” Grapp growled out as her pucker snapped open over a fatty congestion of manure, letting the heaps pile out and dip into the mortar filling up the bowl like quicksand. Each bale contorting out of her brim hoisted and lobbed off in a haphazard tangle from Grapp's gratings and struggle, the bunny sucking on her tongue between pants and moans of relief in relinquishing untold kilos of concentrated kitty manure into the bowl, stewing the shrunken Kano above in the process. -Sfpvlrrlshs- -Cflprghhts- Grapp's pucker bounced and wobbled around protrusions and bumps along the stretch of bark black bile -Slflptwhwti- and snapping with a squelch of wrung flesh when they sunk into a ridge of cracks that sprawled along the grime. Splotches of bowel lube flicked from the ripples and contortions her brim was forced through in chugging out the cascade of constipation… Each length drooping from her hind ridging as curing paper mache, yet the journey of compression through Grapp's bowels had forged them into cohesive slabs. The patterns of fractures disfiguring the mounds, the constant shifting and rippling from the billowing batch warping and bending the cracks between chunks wider one moment and -chlflpfrhhs- cslfpfhrhsts-s compacting them together in the next. Vines of guttural phlegm gummed the mounds together, stretching and compacting into glistening webs nestled between the pliant trenches of mulch beneath Kano, the wasteland of crumblings sinking and tangles of bowel clay now surpassed him. At times, in the throes of struggling in the marinading stench and raw heat exuding from the bile, he wondered if he was much bigger than one of the bales worming their way out of Grapp's plump pucker. Watching a plush bundle of mud she disgorged, reeking manure like of this calibre caused a disconnect in Kano's mind, one he couldn't stop thinking of, staring into the brown eye, parting, swelling wider to accommodate every new mound to pinch out clean, how the flesh massaged every bale, regardless of how thick or malformed it was… -Ppfbbrdldstpth- He shook his head, coughing at the humid gas exchange. 
	“Phaaw, first time seeing a fat ass?” She asked with a chuckle, moaning as her hind squealed -Chfrlrlpsthss- over a thick plug of marred mulch. “Or, bet it’s anything butt, ya stinking perv.” she said and reached back, toying with a digit on the brim as it swelled over a chunky wedge of grime. “Ta have a close look why dontcha?” she teased, and hooked her finger past the brim, wedging it open so the jammed gunk -Shfvlplghrhthsts- hurled out into a clutter of segmenting dung clumps, “Cus it's the last wink ya'll get from this beaut.” She huffed out, pinching her pucker around her finger, trailing the digit along the ruguse furrows, the flesh moulding gently in the wake of the slightest pressure. 
	“Phhreyck, least ya coming along fine, won't be long. Once we're done, all ya's going down the drain,” she said and swirled her finger deeper down the ass before plucking it out with a -Sllphghthsjck-. And stifling a chuckle, hopping off the seat to saunter off with a sway in her step jostling her hind. 
	Kano breathed heavily, opening his maw wide to avoid filtering the fumes through his nose. Though each breath tasted of the pungent pile below, even as he held his breath. -Fchslrpfhsts- A crinkle of the mire below shook him, because it did not come from underneath him. It came from behind. 


~ 2 ~


 “Llfffmmfps, h-how can so much fudge be packed into those buns?” Dana huffed, fnding herself savoring the struggles of Kano, left to his perilous fate, more than she had a few weeks past. 
	“Chou know, most stars in the showbiz are quite full of it,” Vi added, -Chsflpths- -Csphgs- a gluttonous splatter from her snatch as she rode half the controller up it, each rumble echoed through rustles in the broad mouse's fur. 
	Dana, meanwhile, content to bury her clitoris in flicks of the joystick. 
	“Mfms, but what's the point of all this, fms, if he's just watching?” 
	“Chou are not giving it a msmf, close enough look,” Vi mused. 
	Dana squinted at the screen, her eyes going wide. “Ooooh.” She'd noticed that the broad patches and stripes on the rakshatas’s coat had morphed from gold to a tainted bronze, and that there were a lot of more, wider, sprawling patches than there had been just a few moments ago. 


~ 3 ~


 Kano stuttered and gasped out, desperate to catch a fresh breath of air, only feeling his eyes under a befouled aura of the mingling manure, baking him over a bonfire of butt fudge. 
	-Shhhnsh- A droning exchange of disturbance in the air interrupted his struggles, Grull looming over him, their visage unveiled form nothing granting the weary fighter a smile. 
	“I must admit, it appears despite my sisters's effort, you remain cohesive…” she shook her head at his confused expression. “Shh banish the thought, it matters not bat this rate.” She said as she perched herself in the same grove as her sisters, unbuttoning her mantle and tilting her upper body forwards so her hind juts out over the heap, settling in the groove just beneath the tip of the seat. “For thy is evocative of the manure my siblings departed with. Can you feel it?” she asked. As a whisper -Ssffst- wisped past her cheeks. Their broad pucker wading forth between her cheeks, budging them aside in its distending girth, calm in its magnitude, the yawning maw of a kraken. 
	-Cbfhrlrs- -Cbfhrlpsfhs- The undulating trembles and creaks of her muck oiled hinges droned through the air. Her pit peeling back over a sizable knoll, a loaf of corpulent nougat wading past he velvet lips -CHhgbfflls- serenaded by the creaking of rolling a boulder through swamp. 
	“The similarities, are, of course, intended, predicted even,” Grull mused as she eased out a compact, lavishly coagulated loaf of fanny forged brass. “Thine mortal vessel, breathes in this realm. I am assured you must have noticed it by now.” Grull waves her words past the plump, purple lips as an equally scintillant tower of arcs wedged forth from her hind. Pocks, and fissures can be seen dressing the surface of the bale, yet its precise, delicate nature , and the sheen of its glistening film of colon ichor, those fissures and imperfections were as the pencil thin sketches of a canvas, upon which one's magnum opus is crafted. 
	“The ease of tension through thine muscles, the haze of a melting mind,” her voice was ramping up in intensity, then peaking to the tune of vibrato, “the stench f sms, ooh that vile malodorous,” and followed out in a gentle, moan that relinquished every speck of urgency from her voice, her pucker warping, and ending with the mound coming to a dip onto the mulch below. -Chrllst- The very bottom of the heap melded seamlessly to the rough terrain, sustained to an opulent standard while its underside morphed to the surroundings with the smother of caviar. The mound carrying a near plasticine aura of sculpted perfection, which Kano could only draw his eyes away from when the authority in the room addressed him. 
	“Those are all signs, of your body reuniting. We did consume, fmm, a majority of your body, what you are sensing, is merely thine vessel attracted to this, transition. Your muscles and tissue, macerating, into not, but supple, lavish,” she mused, raising herself from the seat as the column of posterior cast nougat serpentined its way out of her rounded hind. Buffering past the plush brim until, “Sludge.” -Slpthhchsy- a pop, of a champagne cork ejecting from its flask, the heel of the mound lobbed free, its fat form curving in the air, and daintily slumping into a swirl on the heap -Cvhrllsshgsj- the crumble of chocolate caviar rippling as its bottom molded seamlessly into every pock and crag below. A crown of steaming, smooth bronze, ascending the stooped bowl to royalty. 
	
	Grull merely smiled, a pleasured exhale filtered through those immaculate lips as she plucked up her mantle, and peered at Kano past her shoulder. 
	“How long, before that pathetic husk of a felinid form betrays you, and crumbles, into bile?” A smirk curled on through her lipstick. “That, is for you to discover.” And with a wave of her arm, the vampire soared through the room. 
	-Ckkckpthghs- the slam of the door, echoing through every muscle in Kano's body. At least, the ones he could still sense. 
	“Mfm spfsh hasa.ha b-bauhga mpfs…” Kano huffed, strained, and gargled, staring at the melange of mulch wafting their concentrated fumes skywards, the marination of filth had not only come from below, but form within. -Schhlrlsths- he heard his bound wrists crinkle. His body marred to a majority of warm, steaming brown, gradually creeping further and inwards, injecting its macerating nature through his frame. The rope now dug into his wrist as fertilizer proved a paltry resistant to the pressure. 
	Kano shifted, groaning through muddied lips, and veils of frail cries, with what vocal cords still strummed his torso… Slowly, melting. Inside out, baking into not, but plush… -Chflprplfhss- Reeking… -Vhrlpghgss- Dung -Sfhrrlrlprthsht- the rope shaved off enough of his wrist for them to sought out, yet this arms laid plastered to his back, his feet soon followed -dslpthts- rope marks branded into this supple figure as the brown, semi-conscious, and semi-solid Kano, plunged haplessly from his restraints, into the swirling circle around the mountain. 
	-Cllpthvrspsthw- He'd thought Grull's filth to be sturdy, but his body sunk through it like pudding, the prefect loaves indented with the figure of his crumbled stature. -Schrllrpthshs- right below waited the smothering embrace of marzipan breaking his fall, though unable to halt it. Some semblance of the feline, still felt his frame breach into the air, a lissome layer of clotted cream at the bottom, sticky as tar welcoming him in an embrace of reeking brine and pepper, curdling around the outlines of his form as smooth as a bath of molten mozzarella. -Chrgg- -Chgrlpghgs- above, the crater of disturbance his fall had carved into the mound was gradually mending, compiling inwards, flowing dense as molasses, slow… inevitable. Kano's mind remained conscious, aware, as the mulch encroached upon him, though his sense of self blended out into the hills of manure as the still steaming sludge, sloughed inward. Entombing him, as not but another dune of the vampire's filth, to be flushed through the drain, cast from the castle, and forgotten. 


“Prime cut finality! Battle Brawl victory winner: Gripp, Grapp, & Grull, the spire's shadow!” The announce exclaimed as the frame focused back on the triplets, Grull holding up her sisters, one on each hand as they all displayed in graceful pirouettes. 
	“Phfh fa.f pahaa pfahaa,” fmmfsgs.” all while Dana laid sloughed back as a leaking panting wreck, sprawled as far back in the couch as Vi. 
	“Mgmf sgmmgshgs.” gargling on saliva as the vibrations travelled through the cord, past her honeypot, and rustled through the frog's lusty pleasure canals. “Fmmfpshaa…” she sighed with a good meter of tongue lulled out form her chest, stretching on her shoulders and arms, baking in the relief her weary mind so desperately craved. 
	“Mesquite a fate to behold, doyn't Chou agree?” Vi mused, wiping her elated snatch with the controller, tendrils of her excitement webbing onto the buttons and dripping down the crevices. A quick -Bsbzr- jolt rustled back through the liquid, and coursed in shudders through the rodent's spine. “Mmm, be a dear and make place for new controllers in the budget, would chou?” 
	“Gharabk bhgaal aah…” Dana gargled. 
	Vi scoffed a soft chuckle, hoisting her frame up from the couch. Discarding her shirt onto the floor – with the button busted she’d take the highroad of going nude – then proceeded to dry off her lap with the stiff, sweat stained fabric, and sauntered out to the door. 
	“I assume there was something, chou wanted to talk to me about? Though, we'll rendezvous later. Take five, Dana, 'Chou've earned it.” she mused to the half conscious amphibian. And sauntered out back into the studio. “Mfshs. Fmsgh… mphaaa.” Dana eventually huffed out, and slumped back with her head lounged of the end of the couch, her tongue rustling in her maw as she began to snore, knocked out into dreamland. 
	-Bbssrs- -Brrbtbs- rumbles rousing through her snatch as the screen diplomas filled with broad, yellow letters. 
	“Continue? 10…”