Beaten Thief, Scrambled Eggs


Written by Septia.


“Mfnngs, g-gmaa… Gnhh… kngf…” A chorus of wails reverberated between the walls of the lord's chamber. The feline assassin's gasps curbed by an exhaustion which battered her muscles. The muscles in her arms tensing as she weighed them into the cheeks of her captor. 
	“Mmmh sfffaat… S-st…” she mumbled as the bear dog bore himself over her chest, continuing to clamp his lips around her nipple and coax the reserve of her fat nectar to fill is greedy mouth. -Shhrllrpgh- -Ghrrptls- the slurps and smacks of his tongue rippled through her in the tension it caused in her breast, though the act carried both the sensation and the slimy, contracting sound of a slug crawling around her teat. 
	“Mmghg… mmgmpsa…” the tendons in her arms slackened, reserves depleted. She slumped back into the cradling hold of the imposing chimera, who now halted his indulgence to pierce her with a raised eyebrow. -Cmhhcahaua- His suctioned lips detached with a rush of air filling the space in his maw, and a splattering from the breast as milk arched in the union of lips and boob. 
	“It is saddening to bear witness to the queen of blades in such a,” -Ahhuuorpps- the lord paused after the dairy rich belch, sweeping the residue off with the back of his arm, “Ophelia.” He said as he leaned back in his throne, free arm wrapping back under her knees – cradled in the grasp of a two-meter chimera, the red feline filled the role of a limp scrap-doll). 
	“Your form is, quite exquisite, and your reputation precedes you,” the bear dog mused as he drew his arm along the length of her thighs, roaming back to unbuckle the patchwork of belts sealing her crotch. “Had you kept your arrogance in check, and not poised your body to mine in a challenge, you might might have been on your way home now, after a successful mission.  Shame, for,” he mumbled, unlatching the taut, clothing, unveiling bruises and red patches, imprints of his fists form their confrontation, “Even after honing your body for battle… a deadly rose, still consists of frail tender petals. Don't you agree?” 
	Ophelia panted, lower jaw shuddering. “Eat a dick, Pidorre.” she wheezed out the words, fuelled by spite rather than anger. 
	Pidorre scoffed, and turned his attention to her hind. “If you don't mind, I am more in the mood for eggs.” He rested a palm down on her core, feeling around the coat of her abdomen previously hidden under fabric and leather. He pressed down into her gut. -Chlrlt- -Shquwlrlrssh- A chime of metal peeled from within a dampened smothering of flesh. 
	Ophelia winced. Pidorre hoisting her unveiled her pink cheeks, jiggling from pressure. The bear dog hoisted the feline's legs above his head, wearing the fold under her knees as a hat, the limp legs wiggling and sloughing against his ears. With his arm free, he stuck two digits into the pink valley, and cleaved her cheeks apart, finding Ophelia's pucker nestled within, the sharp, deep red flesh tugging inwards in stilted contractions. 
	“You think I would not notice the undraba eggs missing, from my own collection? I had to be careful to hit above your abdomen amidst our scuttle.” He said, replanting his digits at the pause of her brim and prying at the struggling flesh 
	-Ghfllspshtsh- 
	Ophelia huffed, the blockade worming its way up her rectum, worming backwards without the restrictive belts. Her brim breathing in convulsions as the pressure built, -Chfllrprthths- fluctuations of polished flesh harkened the pucker to begin jutting outwards, the first merely a peek between contractions, though a few pumps later it was bubbling her pit to the girth of an orange. -Slfpthhes- a flick and grind of guttural moisture eeked out as the enveloping flesh drew back over an expanse of glistening iridescence. 
	“Mfmg…” Ophelia struggled, tensing to summon the strength of her muscles to contort, and contain the prize… -Chrllfpfhths- The feline's rugose brim latched onto the smooth surface, the wrinkles on her pucker snapping shut. 
	Pidorre, merely waited.  
	“Mnng. Gmgm. Gmms…” Ophelia huffed, each exasperated puff of breath rattling down to her pucker, fluttered free a thin -Sfhfhrs- -Shths- squeeze of a toad wedging its head through a hose. 
	“Mfmn phga…” with a grasp strained through her teeth, the thief's hind relucted, the rugose pit warping as the plug domed in the confines of her brim. -Srcllrlffshllgt- A putter buffing a window with an octopus rippled through the air as Ophelia's brim broadened over the shimmering pearlescent surface of an ornate ovoid. 
	-Cflths- -Clspths- Her brim warped and snapped around veins of bronze engraved in the polished, pearl egg, contorting her pucker outwards and dipping under its weight. Her pucker contracted as the jewel egg slimmed, until her rim was puckered up like a trumpet around its heel. -Shfllrprfhthcht- A crinkle of fluids and flesh oscillated in the retreated ring of flesh. -Slflpth- Pidorre catching the prized heirloom in his palm, fingers brushing against it, affirming himself that it was safe, before setting it down on the carpet. 
	“There we are, you have quite the fine posterior as well, little thief. Though, there was more than one missing,” he said, watching the pucker settle into a retracted yawn, with a humid -Chgltpghs- -Chgrlpghgs- squeel of bowel polished metal crowning Ophelia's bowels. 
	Her brim laid splayed in a yawn, the feline could fit her fist through, and a glimmer of jewels still peeked from her damp caverns. --hhglrlph- -Chglprghhtss- Her brim was already twitched as the dome sailed down her abdomen. 
	“Mfng. Gsha. ha… ho…” Ophelia huffed, her resistance sending her cheeks shuddering, though the gape laid wide, pucker drawn back as it yawned over the oncoming bloat. -Chglrlpghhthts- her skin plied to conform with the curvature of a deep, onyx gem, moulding the cheek flesh around the brim to a smooshed, plush crater to encompass the dome. The Ovoid chunk -Sltwwhlp- slotting into the mold with a moist thud, its slimmed tip wobbling for a moment as it wedged through the gate of her hind. 
	The lord shuffled off his throne with her, leaning down on his knees so Ophelia 's hind hung only a cent above the carpet. -Chfrlrpthsths- The plush, fleshy nozzle peeled back over the egg, relinquishing the oval to stroll onto the carpet, -Chrlprsfhhts- a matting in its wake with a brush of slime, tethers of bowel phlegm webbing the breathing brim together. 
	“That's a good ‘lil burglar. To think your movements laid unhindered, despite the cargo your bowels were housing,” he mumbled as the brushed along her lap. 
	“Mmg mgsh… hga…” Ophelia whimpered, her heard arched back in exhaustion. -Chhgrlpghgs- A roiling turmoil wound its way through her rectum. The rotund, gaping chasm of her hind, plied and battered, with no further reserves to draw upon, relinquished the remaining stash. -Schfllfprhghts- -Splths- Her hind yawned open with the tensile strength of cookie batter, relinquishing an emerald egg with broad patches of etched opal, one in a patchwork of emerald, ruby, and amethyst, sloughed free and rolling to bump into the lap; and with a bubbling growl and flutter of the loosened lips -Chfrlpfbghoorwls- her hind gave up a fist sized egg in pure marble, inscribed with runes of molten silver. The entire batch of eggs crowded a deci away from her splayed hind, left hanging in a rubbery gap, sharing in Ophelia''s exhaustion. 
	The chimera hummed at the sight, heaving the feline off of him onto the carpet. “A magnificent hind you have indeed, capacity enough to,” then this ears twitched. -Fnnfs- he sniffed, hoisting her up on her knees, posterior jutting up into the air, whilst her front laid onto the ground, buffered by her bust. 
	“Does my nose betray me…? I smell, mango… strawberry… honey?” The beast growled out a coo, as he planed his palms on her hind, cheeks moulding around his palms as he plied them apart, and watched a parcel nudging its way down her colon. “Oo, A confidence that befits your name,” he commenced, kneading her hind, “if you were planning to celebrate your mission with a pastry?” Pidorre moistened his lips, watching the packed wrap of dough shuffling onwards. “A heated conflict, and the rush of your professions should be enough to have cooked it through,” he mused, as the wrap closed in to her rectum… -Csllpgthhts- He burrowed his muzzle into her cheeks, sinking in with her flesh as smooth as butter. The bear dog's teeth napping onwards, until it pierced the crust -Chrlrlchsst-. He drew it into his maw, chomping through the bottom baked crisp and, crunching away the musk of sweetened dough to pierce into the harbored fillings. -Chglprhhhts- He drew it back with him, muzzle slathered in her juices as the cylindrical pasty jutted out through her brim. Its contents spilled, drooling forth in a broiled jam of pale pink berries and fruit, with trails of golden nectar drizzled through them. Some of its filling leaked through fractures along the sides, cracked through the congestion of stolen goods, and further worn by the battle. -Chhplgsh- dollops leaked onto the carpet, fissures in the crust warped into sloughy frowns and smiles, as the dough underneath laid half-baked. 
	“Mmfn mfaa,” Pidorre huffed and wiped his muzzle. “It is remains a touch raw. How disappointing,” he mumbled as he dove back in, crunching through the pie as the limp feline quivered on the ground at his growling chews, the crunch and smush of jam filling joining the chorus of the rippling flesh, the chimera devouring the packed pussy pastry. “Mfmng m-gllprngsk- Mmofph. Haa…” 
	“Did our confrontation disappoint? Lacking in heat?” he hummed, munching and gnawing the pastry, eating out the downed assassin's meat canyon, -Chlprths- and lapping up the splotches on his lips. “Perhaps, come our next encounter, I shall go… slower,” he said, sensing twitches through her thighs as he caressed her fair coat. 


~ 1 ~


“Ugrhgghss…” Ophelia mumbled, front hanging over Pidorre's shoulder, a trail of saliva dripping into the fields of white sugar cane growing in the shadow of the lord's castle. 
	“Come now, it is uncouth for one of your stature to be drooling.” The chimera scoffed, then came to a halt, and lifted the Cat in front of him. Both legs and feet on the ground, yet without his support she was on the verge of tumbling over. 
	“Here I was getting worried you might have recovered your strength by now,” he mused, kneeling down to be at her level, and letting the spent feline slump against his chest, chin over his shoulder. “There will be a next time, a time when you will have the will to approach me. Hopefully, but then you will have a plan for how to combat a virile warrior in his prime,” The chimera scoffed and brushed some of her drool off his black fur, “at least a better one…” he patted her back. 
	Ophelia's eyelids shuttered, relaxing. Then the muscles smothering her back flexed, pinning her motionless. 
	“However, an attempt on my life is a serious matter,” his voice drawing towards monotone, as he retracted his right arm, -Crrkkllcht- -Ckkrt- Ckcrth- each knuckle settling and cracking into place as he balled his hand into a fist. 
	“Allow me,” he poised, shifting into a stance as his biceps contorted to blooming in bulk, “to provide you with incentive, to improve.”
	“Ahc. Ach…” Ophelia mouthed, staring down over his back as the boulder of a fist… 
	Then in a blink of an eye, it was out of sight. Surging forth in one emboldened, deliberate blow. 
	-Chhhthgnngsngkt- The batter ram of muscle pummelled into her stomach, the force behind it forge craters that ripples in dunes over Ophelia's torso, distilled tension raging through her torso at such speed her circulation was shocked. It felt as if her abdomen had shattered like a mirror. Her tail erected to a stiff spear above her cheeks, as a vanguard for what laid within. In the moment of the strike she felt herself swept off of her feet, constrained to the ground by the weight of Pidorre's arm. 
	“Mmh-gmms-MGhaarul.” Ophelia spat out a lungful of air and a ring of spittle from her lips. Temporarily numbed, she only felt the onslaught barrelling through her as it left her torso, and spiked through her bowels. -Bglpghbrbs- -BshGLthprhsthss- In a surge of weight in density witch sloughed the feline's bowels flat, the bulwark of weeks… months of constipation from daily missions and stress was unleashed. Time crawled to a halt, the feline growing abundantly aware of the cargo of congestion steamrolling her colon, stretching out her tender tissue as it was converted into a highway for muck… one which her loosened hind, stood no chance of intercepting. 
	-Bghrggllggbsgs- -Chhrrlpuughhhffsltpstsh- With the bombastic pang of a cork flying from a bottleneck, – amplified by a distortion of mud and fluttering pucker flesh – the thief’s ass erupted. The initial clog as wide as an apple, surface polished to glisten under a sheen of bowel wax. Weeks of stewing in the kneading hold of the feline's bowels compressed and smoothed it over to a ball of umber marble. As it heaved out of her pucker, its compressed circumference barely grazed the walls of her plied rim, launched as a cannonball from the congested force knocked into her frame. Though in its trail laid no breaks, only the spooling discharge soaring thick, which rapidly engorged into the girth of a fire-hose. -Chflpthts- It momentarily clogged her hind, enough time for the initial arch of polished mire to swing downwards and hammer into the  field below. The mound jamming her hind was fatter than her thigh, though riddled with a labyrinth of fissures and crackles from days of mulch crushing and mangling together, its girth betrayed by its density. The clog of bowel nougat moulded like pudding jettisoned out of her hind, forming a loop mid-air as it halted the ensued mire behind it, a hoop of the transition between polished butt bronze to a slab of cobbled mortar launched free from the feline's backdoor. The new rush of springing force projecting the humid bales of dung in a grand arch out across the field. Ophelia's pucker burgeoned outwards, rippling in droves of meat shoved onwards in the locomotion of the rampaging filth. Supple flesh warped and sinous by the entirety of the feline's bowels being expelled in a clattering crescendo of a mudslide pelting a loosened drum skin. 
	“Guhgs gusgh. ahhrk…” Ophelia gargled, body riddled with convulsions. In the wave of her rear laid a breadth of muddied bales in a melange of girth and weight, fanned out from the arching source. -Schhglrpgh- -Csgphs- a trickle of sloppy, auburn balm still drooled from the twitching crater of flesh. -Cffhrhsfs- -fshrrslfsthsts- A surge of urine drained from down the tatters of Ophelia's pants, soaking through drooling veins along her leg and matting its wake in a pungent scarlet. Leaking from three ends, teetering on a hair of balance. 
	“Gh-… grb-. Ah-gbbhs.” Each of her breaths divided, interrupted, squelched in the convulsions of her body. 
	The pucker undulated through the hind and burrowed the vibrations into the breadth of her ass. 
	“Hmm. So, in recompense for your actions, you have decided to fertilize my fields.” Pidorre sneered, and stepped back from his embrace, “you consider this, a fair retribution?” 
	Ophelia's eyes glossed over as her knees caved, she face planted into the fields. -Dnnfg-- In comparison, the thud was as soft as a dropped napkin. 
	Pidorre's lip twitched into a smile. “I will consider it.” he concluded, dusted off his fist, and vacated the fields, letting the assassin inseminate the fertile loam in her piss, drool, muck… and most of all… humiliation.