A Beast Charming Demons Enraptures Feline


Written by Septia.


“Phhewch.” a smokestack followed from the beast's grunts, rising as a pillar so black it rended through even the warm greys of the Corpupolis alleyway. At the bottom it laid: a pile of dusk, fur, teeth, and claws. The beast inhaled its fat cigar, and in its lethargy let tendrils of smog weave between its monstrous teeth. Wallowing in silence. -Fwwnft- Suddenly, the beast's great ears whipped up, triggered by the opening of a door. -Fnssf- -Fnnssfs- Its nostrils flared, the beast's head rose to catch up with its ears, sampling the air in humid huffs. It closed its eyes, and watched the streets across, to a building from which a woman had just vacated. The mettle of her outfit… between the shredded fist-length dukes and black crop top, the most covering article of clothing was her wide brimmed cap. 
	As he honed in to her scent, the beast's face contorted into a grizzly grin of broad fangs. What titillated him so was not the stench of sweat dressing her sunbaked-pork skin, nor the odour of cheap liquor on her breath… What gripped his attention… was the raw, stank, of a hopeless slut. 


Danny kept her gaze honed on the bricks of the pavement below to keep her gait steady, still managing to stumble. 
	“Hey, bitch.” 
	Danny's eyes snapped up, but no one on the street was close enough to have called out-. 
	Danny's sneakers met an obstruction, and the girl tumbled to the brickwork, scraping her bare shoulder against coarse rock. “MfFmgnnfs aa. What the h-hell…” she mumbled. Her vision clearing to see a pair of sturdy legs in the alley to her side, a charcoal shirt sagging over the brim, and up high… a round face with equally sculpted fluffy ears, the man's countenance dominated by the sickle of a smile filled with fangs of a cartoonish saw-blade. 
	“Bitch and a klutz, be charity to help you out, lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood.” He said, with an outstretched arm, fuzzy and clawed. 
	Danny was flustered as she took his help to stand. “Heey,” she began it accusatory, though the tone slid to intrigue as he hoisted her into the maw of the alley, “got a name? So I know who to thank~?” She was hefted up against the wall, the man drawing a puff of his cigar, turning it ashen to the stump. 
	“Pucker those lips open and I'll help you out with the pronunciation.” 
	A moment after parting her lips… -Sfrrwlpsstsh- a sizzling or torching coals ground into her tongue. The stack of ash on the cigarette crumbling into dust which clotted with her spittle and spackled her mouth in storm of pungent tar. 
	“Dfrhagaf, fgyrabpfhaflsjs-…” Danny gargled and coughed from the shock and singe, as the man kept twisting the bud onto her tongue. 
	“Yeah, that almost sounds like my name. At least you tried, as good pronunciation as I could expect from a dim whore,” he said and suited off the last of the cigarette down her throat, “think first name basis is a touch out of your league.” Still coughing as he pinned her by the shoulder to the wall, she smacked his lips. 
	“Aw, the bitch get burned, lemme help you out with that,” he said as he dragged his claws to gorge the wall behind her as the palm crept to her neck and settled into pinning her throat. “Lemme get a taste…” he whispered, parting his lips to unfurl his tongue, a droop of scarlet drool cascading along the swirling muscle. His tongue threaded down Danny's maw as he stole a kiss. Lips melting together under a lustful heat. The ooze from the tongue enveloping Danny's mouth as a vermilion balm, soothing the pain as much as it smothered it under an intoxicating rush. A rhapsody scaling down her spine as the tongue lumbered down her throat, feeling her neck bulge against the man's pressing palm. Claws resting on the verge of her neck, and the forceful kiss wedging his teeth by her lips to score her skin like a steak. The surge of emotions beating tactile in her chest. And with a drumbeat resonating from her chest. -Fmmpghhts- -Fbbrfhtu- Danny's cat ears flared up at the side of her cap and a rowdy, jet tail jettisoned out her backside, patches of skin fuzzying up to a smooth pelt. 
	He withdrew with his tongue tethering their mouths together, whipping it back to watch Danny pant with her mouth agape and leaking his drool. 
	“How about that, looks like I nabbed myself a fuzzy freak of a kitty slut,” he cupped her cheek, “you sure are a lil slut, aren't you?” 
	“Gh-w-ah-... am I-I dreaming?” 
	“Ooh, have I starred in your nightmares?” they grinned. 
	Danny spied a deep scarlet light pattern carving into the ground beneath them, before the man snapped her attention back to him. 
	“Don't worry your bitch-ass face with my name, cus when I look at that mouth of yours, All I see is another hole that can swallow.” 
	“You can stick to calling this demon D, cus that's what I'm gonna give you, Danny,” he instructed as he caressed down her chin, easing his grasp whilst his claws dragged against her skin. 
	She peered down at a bloom of illuminance, a circled pentagram, a pentacle, glowing beneath them, welling forth a crimson fog, through which sinuous pillars wormed out of. 
	D, and a bit of T,” he mused as the platoon of tentacles sprouted around them, winding onto her body and curling up her naked thighs, slathering pink goop in their wake, “and they're all DTF your bitch brains out.” 
	Danny's lips trembling, colour rushing to her cheek, her body shaking as the demon drool mellowed her mind. “O-oh. Hell y-yes.”
	“Tha's a good kitty,” the demon grinned. 
	-Krfllpfsths- -Slfphthts- -Chglfpfhsts-with the gruelling grind of punishing jelly, the tentacles strangled around her belt to pry it off, tearing the sorry excuse for pants into tatters. 
	D hoisted Danny into his grasp, catching her lap in his palms which grew to encompass her snatch. He rubbed the knuckle of his thumb till he found her clitoris in a little bushel of cat fur, grinding the edge of claw and digit against her crotch’s zenith, till her muscles gave. She was limp in his grasp for the goo coated tendrils to seek out her pussy, lifting his hand to allow a handful to clash against it, whipping up a struggle for which got to stuff her honeypot. 
	“Keep still, I've got a sure-fire trick to scale off a bra,” D chuckled, each tooth looking as big as her palm. Was it always so large? He hoisted his arms, and flexed his talons, and latched them onto her back. 
	Danny's pain was offset as the battle for her pussy subsumed and a fat tentacle dug through the cleft of her inner self. The remaining tentacles wrapping and sloughing up her body, coiling whilst greasing up her form in their sickly red lubricant, forming a harness to control her motions as the demon's claws drew upwards… the sharp chitin carving through her skin with the east of a white-hot coal demolishing butter, the fabric straps holding her breasts in place no obstacle, ripped asunder in the path of the talons and leaving the garment tumbling off of her and sinking into the ocean of goo and weaving tentacles. Danny gritting her teeth intermittently as she gasped out in humid moans. In the wake of the carving, her skin cauterised and clotted into sensitive, smoothed scars: a mark of ownership, denouncing her as a mere plaything. 
	“Told you it would work, mfms, your skin is smooth, little kitty. Poor little cat drinking away her sorrows for not constantly getting her pussy pounded,” the demon roused her with a tremolo to the depth of his voice reverberating through her spine. “Don't you just wanna get your pussy slammed?” he said, extending his tongue to coil it around her breast, painting it in strokes of red gel and strangulating her bust as it suckled on her teat. 
	“Hfmmgn mgshaa aha y-yees Isgmmpg-mgpghthg-.” Danny's moans were choked back by the tentacle that crawled up her side and gagging her with fluid tissue and slime as the demon savoured her tit, and brandished his dick.” 
	Danny felt the tension ramping as her pussy was crowded with the prods of the red, juicy cockmeat, the sides studded with sharp outcroppings – like a spiked mace – budging in against the tentacle to pry her pussy open and fill the prepared, gaping pit with a rough injection of raw beef. “Mmfms mhaa, thought you were just some human trash, so bland, fsms, but a loose, fmsm, pathetic kitty like you, mfms, aaw you are just scrumptious…” he groaned out as he gnawed and contorted her nipple piercing between his fangs, scraping and suckling her nipple as he slammed her back against the wall, knocking the little breath Danny had out past the hold of the tendril, and rammed in. “Mmfms, Scream and cry out all that pleasure, bitch. I've ensured the only one to savour your plight, is me,” he grinned and grasped her other breast with his paw, tracing red streaks into her tit until they congregated at her nipple, pinning from five corners but an eager spike. “Don't waste your breath calling for help, I'm already doing all I can for you,” he mused as the tendril withdrew from her throat, and his talons pincered tighter. -Spflphtsh- a claw burrowed straight through the flesh of her nipple, corking the flow of blood under its bulk. The stark pain bolting through her chest and clashed with the contrasting, straining surges from her lap, the cat girl screaming so her lungs hollered, sunken into a pit of sardonic pleasure, the masochist moaning and humming between revering gasps, covered in a labyrinth of tendrils and ploughed till her cock canal laid bruised. 
	While on the street, the alley remained shrouded in the eerie tone of silence, you instinctively avoid. 


~ 1 ~

 
The body of Danny laid sprawled out in the alley, chest battered, but heaving, pussy twitching and drooling oodles of brilliant ephemeral white demon cum, the demon's claw still laid embedded in her nipple, cut off as a new piercing. A weight bore down on her thigh, consumed by D's soles, claw-tips tapping to the rock below. He stood above her, less the tall, slender guy she'd met in the alley, but as a hulking beast of black tar fur and drooling crimson aura, wings sprouted from his back and horns from his head, in a scintillant, luminescent ruby. 
	“Pathetic…” he said as his voice dropped another octave in droning reverb. “Patheic, greedy, bitch of a kitten. I give, and give and give, and like a horny sponge you soak it all up for yourself. Apologise for being a hopeless whore, and for how much you crave it.” 
	“Mfmnfs, pahaa, I'm s-sorry I'm su-such a massive slut, b-but I l-love being your bitch.” 
	-Twwhhpdds- The demon backhanded her, then clutched her sore cheek and nuzzled his face into it, sniffing and showering her skin in droplets of drool. “Mmfsmfms aahs." 
	“Don't you think I deserve some too?” 
	Danny nodded in his grasp, under the looming visage of the demon. 
	“Then I'm gonna treat myself, to some spear cooked bitch meat. The demon grinned, stepping off of her as tentacles constricted her ankle, and before the cat could fathom it, D had hoisted them to his maw, the gate to the demon's pit gaped open, and, engulfing her sneakers. 
	Something primal sparked in the catgirl, watching as her heels descended into a vague bloat down the demon's fuzzy neck, and her calves hauled past the embrace of the thick teeth,… fear broke through the veil of pleasure. “W-ffs-Wait-,” she mumbled, scrambling on the ground as the tendrils revolved around her legs, screwing her into the awaiting maw and bundles of sinew flexing down the gullet. 
	“Aww, is the bitch kitten getting cold paws?” he asked, arching himself back and tossing her up with the motions, tendrils supporting her form as gravity imposed its magnitude on her, funnelling their hips past the growling, rippling gape. “Once I'm through with you, you'll be warm, steaming, demon dung,” his voice echoed.
	Danny stared down the abyss consuming her body, torso and chest engulfed in the broad grin, tail tucked in by his tongue. All her squirming only wedging her down the compacting tunnels, until the teeth's shadow loomed above her, the crescent maw was the last window out back in the alley. -Cnntnch- before it snapped shut over the brim of her cap, and consigned her to the drowsy, moist depths. 


~ 2 ~


-Glmgpgghhssl- A Sturdy swallow constrained the bulges hiding Danny's figure as it sunk behind the demon's chest. Danny slammed her fist into the wall. -Clpglghshths- A drove of gelatinous demon bile billowed from the stomach lining, immersing her hand in thick gel that connected her back to the wall in tethers of goo as she retracted it. The gut held her confined, kneeling in a puddle of the luminescent scarlet providing her the sparse lighting to watch the folds of flesh making up her cell. -Cfmfpghts- -Cmspfhs- enough to connect the throbbing drone she heard with the contraction of the humid meat tugging her back into place. 
	“T-t-this c-can't b-be happening, d-dude. You w-were really, rad, I c-can't believe you…” She fretted, clasping her hands over her face and taking in deep breaths flavored by the sulphuric atmosphere. 
	-Ghrbbglpfshthsts- The gut growled, retracted, and bore down on her form all sides, sending the bare outline of the clawed palm rubbing outside. 
	“Pathetic fervor, is still fervor, coming from a cat girl snack, bitch all you please, I've had my fun with you, so be a helpful little whore.” 
	Danny gasped deeply as the pressure eased, tethers of gluing slime webbing her to the undulating walls, pulsing back inwards to crush her again… A rhythm of soft, inevitable force, hammering. She was trapped at curiosity's end, pounded and abused to simply churn away as a hot monster's dinner… “Oooh hell…,” Danny mumbled, biting on her teeth as she pinched her thighs together so her knees clacked, more than demon fluids was keeping her nethers moist. -Bgllbbrbsgsls- the bowels growled and stomach mangled into her, beating the plush sinew into her face and choking the air from her lungs.
	“Hell hell hell…” She huffed, feeling her back scraping against the wall and acids eating into the tracks of the demon's claws – as if they were still embedded in her,… as his plaything, and disposable meal slut… 
	“Oooh… heellll yess…” Danny squealed out. Be it tension flooding her systems, resigning her fate, or growing high off of demon bile, she accepted the haze of pleasure the contorting walls and singing syrup provided, as her paws sought her pussy to ride the high flaring up within her again.


D stepped through a pentacle gate, the realms warping to let him step away form the streets of Corpupolis, and into the heart of the woods. -Gbrhggss- -mmpfhaawa- and as he looked down, witnessing an array of bulges crop up and sail along his gut, his tar black abdomen tenting under Danny's knees, rocking to and fro as shrill calls of pleasure rustled the engorged, bloated gut. He snorted out a puff of black steam, conjuring a cigarette and lighting it with his horn. “Look who settled in as a prideful little morsel. Perhaps it was not nightmares I appeared in for you…” he said and hoisted his midriff, compressing it under his arm to elicit a squeal from within, followed by chipping moans. He drew in deeply on the cigarette and leaned back against a boulder, blowing out a fog ring which took the shape of a skull and crossbones, even a pair of of foggy cat-ears visible as it faded. “Almost a shame such a diligent, desperate slut like you is gonna end up as ass tar, but I can't keep a pathetic bitch off of her destiny. Plus kittens are tasty as balls,” he said and sloshed his gut, -Cghrlpgghths- the lobbing abdomen growling and churning with thick slops of catgirl stirring up his orgasms within. 
	“Hey, open wide,” he said, and arched his neck back, squeezing his gut and gaping wide, -Slflfpsths- Danny's face, rosy in ache and flusher clogged his gullet, and the demon deposited a few taps of ash into the gals open maw -Sllptch- -ooGMmgpgsl- before clasping his teeth shut and sending her back into the fold with a humid -Sllcphghhths- slam of a dropped parcels of mince meat. 
	Danny coughed, swirling the ash in her mouth and savouring it like their first kiss, teasing her clit and soaking her snatch in the pooling fluids pruning her skin in searing emissions. Her mind hopped up on the searing sensations shackling her to the world, and making her feel more alive than ever… just then, the walls began to flow. Arcane sygils formed around her, and from them, she watched the pink dropping tentacles wallow forth, coiling around her body, cocooning her in the writhing harness of tendrils massaging pleasure through her exposed veins and musculature, stuffing her down while her whole body grow softer, macerating in the chomping convulsions of the gut. -Dmmdpfhths- then their worlds revolved, tension peeking as the pressure ramped up. 
	D gyrated his gut against a tree, the wood creaking as he heeled the stuffed gut against the study bark, -Dlckksrrs- Creeping jolts of friction through frail mortal bones to complement the chorus of moans. 
	“Mfmfs… Melt for me, pledge your tattered slut body and mind to me, and I'll squat out your remains in some sewer, fmms, just what a pathetic bitch mfs, deserves.” -Flgbhrhgs- -Gbgrhhgs- his gut growled and reverberated in churns as he ground into the tree, gut burgeoning around the trunk, pancaking the dunes under an aria of squeals and desperate grunts. 
	-Ckkk-rkrkpgjths- -Krrkkkscllsthck- until a sundering crumble of osseous matter, spiked with a chunky, melting discharge, put a period to the tumultuous, lust filled gut. D withdrew from the tree with his tongue lulled out and savouring a deep sigh. -Gllrpgbhthg- his stomach sloped into place, chunky and churning with the scrambling bulges of weaving tentacles warping its surface. “Mhphaa, you love to see it, a lost, obsessed bitch, reduced to a pile of hormone rich slut jam…” D chuckled, and retreated deeper into the forest, kneading his whore slush filled core. 


~ 3 ~


The last trace of Danny was far from the club she'd vacated that fateful night: a cap, with three deep punctures in the brim, left to waste away in the woods – much like the rest of her.