The nine lives at Wangui
Life 3 to 5


Written by Septia.


Kano's vision filled with light, and faded back into the view of the toilet stalls. Panting as he came back, his body was still, flesh, fur, fangs. He bit his lip, shuddering. The fluster was still there as well… But, he knew. He glanced down to the corner of his vision, knowing at the least this meant the mystery of the brown gauge was solved. Of the black paws, only seven remained now. And… one auburn tile was filled. He scrambled to the floor, looking at the right stall, he hadn't gotten to it in time, perhaps it still. But the right toilet in the booth laid empty, clear water reflecting concern back at him. Down again, scurry to the left, there… a bulbous, bloated hill of muck, each stack plump and dropping with bowel grease, rugged, and wafting warm gusts up to his muzzle. Pulling the lever sent a familiar chum of water along the toilet bowl, the dredge spun with it, drawing deeper into the bowl. 
	Strange, this pile didn't have any bones in it. 
	A palm slapped a hold of his wrist with a greasy clutch -Spwpttthwp-. 
	“H-huh?” he mouthed, dumbstruck, before suction took him. The feline drawn head-first into the swirl of porcelain, spinning, spinning with his legs kicking up in the air as the vacuum below reeled the feline down the lips of the ceramic beast, the lid closing on his rump like a Lilia, funnelling down the dark feline, the last of his tail slurped past the white polymer, and sinking down the drain. 


~ 1 ~


Kano blinked, light flooding his vision. “Again… s-so soon. B-but I just got back,” he mumbled. But opened his eyes to a murky darkness, with piercing blue eyes staring into him. 
	“Yeaoowk…” he expelled a gasp and yell at once, the noise getting caught in his throat and launching him into a coughing fit. A palm caught his cheek, rubbing it down. 
	“Would you look at the cute, ‘lil kitty.” The clutch left a stain, the same hand that grappled him above. With his vision adjusting to the darkness he could see a smooth, lithe feathered face, a blue ghostly throat matching the eyes boring into him, and a slim beak. 
	“What's your name?” It asked. 
	Kano shuddered. “K-Kanosint.” 
	“Good kitty,” it responded, brushing over his hair, providing the feline some free, greasy hair gel.
	“I r-really have to go,” he mumbled and shuffled. But as he moved he felt his surroundings slough back, divoting under his motions to a crackling crater of manure -Chrrrrllspt- -Krrrplrth-… he felt the texture of coagulated pudding over his back, and a doughy grasp framing his body. 
	“Oh. Actually,” Amaja said, flexing their tail, letting Kano feel the surrounding dung contract and smushs into him, “you’ve already went. You are mine, now.” 
	Kano looked down, seeing the turgid lower body taper off into a wide heap of deep muck, winding up around him, restraining him in the clutches of the dung lamia. Aaah… but it wasn't just her tail, all around them, in a wide open cavern, there was nothing but bales and hillocks of filth, grime from umber to pale, char truce to slobby white urate, a sea of sludge, and Kano was a sinking ship. “W-what are you g-gonna d-do w-with mme? I-I can d-do what you want, I j-just wanan go home.” 
	The turkey lamia tilted their head to other side, and shifted back. She draped their hand down Kano's chest. “I want… a lil' ride. I've missed, having some fun,” she said, just as the palm reached his crotch and… oh… it was that visible… Kano swallowed, trying to look away from his lap. 
	Amaja brushed a pair of fingers from the tip of his shaft, down, along the rhythm of his throbs, to his base, massaging into the meat. “You looked so excited, and all the other cocks here belong to dicks.” She leaned in, closer, as the soft weight made the mire below Kano crackle -Clslphth-. “I am going to ride your dick, ok?” 
	“Ahaah… O-okay?” Kano mumbled. 
	“I will be rough.” 
	“O-oh, d-dear. P-please don’t?” 
	“I am going to pummel my meat wallet into your flesh mallet, so hard,” she continued, tracing the plump shaft as she did, “until I've lounged you back into this heap. I don't care if it collapses on you, I don't care if you suffocate under tons of the girls's muck, I just want y…” A springing sound interupted her. -Wttngsh-. She paused. Kano was flustered. His mast grew another deci, throbbing in a slow pulse… 
	“Oh,” she licked her beak, “you like that?” 
	“I d-don't.” Kano lied.
	She smiled, something within her demeanor softened. She leaned in, her chin resting against Kano's. And whispered. “I am gonna bury this kitty in litter…” With those words Kano felt a hot, velvet embrace nip at the tip of his dick -Clsllpt- -Chrlrlp- Even this light pressure gave way to the soft sludge behind him. His cheeks flustered, he rear smeared up his arms. -Krsslptch- the filth squelched as it contracted around him, keeping him still, as the lamia's sails cloaked the feline's mast. 
	“Ah a… my kitty, remember- this only ends one way, for you.” Her hips crouched, then dipped lower, engulfing the feline's cock, until their crotches plastered ether in a seal of fluids -Splslth- and semi-solids -Shwpflghhths-. She thrust herself down, bobbing down on Kano's wand, the thrusts, delicate, but with more and more force. 
	As the surrounding crinkles crawled up his arms, up between his pits, a light pressure was making the surrounding mulch swell up around him -Csllprrpht-. Kano felt the mire slough up over his chest, like a bread loaf heaving over their mold – weighing on him, anchoring him to the heap, to the warmth, to the Amaja's pulse. His crotch was swathed in her fluids, whilst his body grew humid from the encroaching, hissing mulch. The pummel of her pussy sung her yearnings to a rhythm, backed by the crinkling from the doughy dung pit growing louder, and louder, to match her desire. -Cllwptthhgb-. The muck insulating against him as it crawled over his outlines, muddying the contours of the cat in the pits of steaming tar creeping over his body. 
	“Mmfpaa, mfmhaa. Ha,” Amaja huffed, “this kitty, looks so good with all this dung…” she pet his face, cradling his cheek, as the mire billowed up around his cheeks, converging in dunes of doughy chimay cheese sludge.
	“Safe. Soon can't tell him apart, from all this mess,” she scritched under his chin as the mulch encroached around his face, shifting over his eyes, “Such, a dirt kitty…” -Clspllhg-. 
	The gauges were depleting in the corner. Or filling, it didn't matter. Kano laid sandwiched between two embraces, one enveloping his body, and the other his libido. -Sllsghhlg- All that could be seen in the pile, was a crease in a the shape of a 'T' where Kano's bod had sunken through, and Amaja was humping into a saddle of muck at the end of the crease. The pressure wept through Kano's coat, macerating his body into soft sludge as the lamia milked him for the last he was worth, arching back and crying a soothing, croaning cackle as Kano's crotch couldn't compete against the pressure anymore… A fifth bar, pale as pearl, appeared for Kano for a moment.
	She sat for a while, panting, gyrating her hips with the creaking crunch of musky cat and filth under her crotch -Cwrllsh-. Then, gently, hoisting upwards, drawn higher, higher, unveiling a vigorous chestnut stained shaft, tethered to her crotch with a vine of pure alabaster. “Mmf…, just sludge now.” she mused. 
	The only visible part of Kano was his member jutting out of the gunk. And with one finger on his tip -Sllwptthhth- Amaja daintily pushed his hard-on below the surface, the mulch sinking into a crater around the shaft, and from the pit she threaded up only her fingers. The pit of crackled manure puckered, and sealed shut with a smear of molten fudge -Shffrrlpt-. Though, his cerulean gauge was quite low, and his vision beyond muddy, it didn't last long either way, just like him. The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'.


~ 2 ~


Kano stirred on the toilet, panting heavily, quaking, spent… he hoped no one would see him. He brought out the tablet. Clicking on the central camera, it was all black. He waited. Starting. The blackness moved, it shuffled forwards, until the camera showed an empty tunnel into the sewers below. A prompt came up on screen: “Seal drain?” Kano confirmed. A creak of gears whirred below. After a bit of silence, the darkness crept back into place, blocking the camera's view. 
	“So, just gotta, keep track of the door, check the cameras,” Kano mumbled and counter on his fingers,” flush the stalls, and seal the drain… “I-I can do this.” A glance to the corner. Six paws were still lit up. Kano swallowed. “Y-yeah…” 


~ 3 ~


 Kano flipped through the cameras -Pchht- Ptzzch-. Gotzoné was roaming near the entrance, giving him a chance to look closer. The pale pink skin contrasted well against the blackened surroundings, but the white feather shroud extending out of her back was what really made her stand out. The winged sow roused memories in the Feline; of an angelic waitress singing as she served up orders. But if she came this way, it was him getting served… He flipped through more displays. Scanning for Yosun, trying to pick up the dark sheep's verdant green wool against the tinted night vision view was a challenge. There – outside the bale fright bathroom hallway – The sheep with moss and vines growing out from her body stood. Though the lichen and flora bobbed in a cute manner with her every step. Kano pondered if it would feel as soft as usual wool. 
	Yosun turned to face the camera. 
	Kano tapped another one right away. Instead turning his attention to the open tunnel of the sewage tank. Oh, wait. Open tunnel, the screen not blocked off and black, that means…
	“Amaja's missing…,” Kano mumbled. Checking his status. The first scat tile had begun to fill. Down on his belly, peeking over on the left stall, nothing there. Shuffling over to the right… There it was: a fat stack of bumpy bowel fudge raising up over the lip. Following a smooth rhythm, the heap swelled and deflated, ever so little. So remarkable how much Amaja's tail looked like… manure, or, maybe it actually was? Kano reached up, hesitated, staring at the knob. Thinking back to what had been his last, passing… All the hesitance was discarded as he reached for the knob and quickly pulled it up, withdrawing right after to be down on the floor under the divider. 
	A slimy hand reached out of the coils -Svrrlsh-, left hanging as the swirl of water slowly spun the wide mounds, drawing them down. A pair of sapphire eyes peeking out through a gap in the coils, meeting the feline's gaze, before it disappeared, swallowed down the porcelain bowl. 
	“Phew…” Kano huffed. Amaja only took one flush, but he had to be careful, this was progress. 


-Kkddnnnkg- The stall door was knocked open. “Doth mine eyes deceive me? Be that a rapscallion sneaking glances through used bathrooms? Here I assumed Wangui hath dealt with thou.” 
	Kano squealed and scrambled backwards into his stall. “W-wait, I w-wasn't b-being a pervert, I n-never even meant anything bad.” But just as he backed up on the familiar tiled floor, his vision dimmed under a long shadow rocketing towards him. And then slammed him down, to the ground -Twwwmmdddmpf-. The weight of the pummel pancaked the feline flat to the ground, chest caving in around the play-putty battering ram and plastering his back to the ground. 
	“Thou enter our establishment, simply to revel in the toiletry? Thou has to be quite the depraved degenerate.” 
	Kano shifted his head backwards, wheezing under the pressure as his vision adjusted, looking over the hump covering his chest to see her, framed in between the frame walls of the stall. 
	Gotzoné stood at the tips of her hooves, arms spread out to watch the span of her wing, her lips curved smug: the winged pig cast in this low angle projecting an aura of superiority, growing larger than life compared to him scampering under the stalls of a dilapidated bathroom. But then… if she was all there, then what was… 
	Kano's eyes trailed down, to the one part of her this perspective made difficult to witness, her crotch: the pale pink ahead of him, there, hidden by foreshortening. He realized the battering ram bearing down on him, evened straight from the Sow's crotch. Gotzoné ground her dick forwards with a crumble of flattening clay creaking from his body -Crrffdlsh-. The head of her mast driving over his face and smushing it down under the futa's impressive girth. 
	“Someone ought to smash thou into the filth thou truly art,” she said and shuffled closer. Gotzoné got down on her knees to lift her mammoth of a cock off of the cat and drop it back down, smacking into his frame with a squeal of pried rubber. -Ghhtwrrlp- “Thou would be naught but a blemish on the floor, too pitiful to clean, merely for the occupants to gawk at as they do their business right before thou,” Gotzoné mused as she rolled her shaft over the feline, kneading the thick meat onto him in a rolling pin of musky, lusting flesh.
	Kano wheezed and quivered in between feeling the thick erection ground into him, his body smashing into the floor plates with the roll of the shaft. Under the pressure of the mast his body folded like dough, creaking with a crinkle of crusted glue as the dick rolled over his side, dunes of his coat moulding out under the motion and -Schrlrlptgh- smearing flat onto the floor. His arms deflated, as she kept grinding out his arms to smoothened sheets. 
	“Ahhg, aha w-fhaa…” Kano mumbled and wheezed in face of being toyed with by the dick nearly matching him in size. 
	“S-so-s-so s-sorry,” he wheezed, panting, his face getting hot right next to the mast. Even Gotzoné’s shaft radiated with a warm pheromone laden musk, an aura mellowing his body to the whims of the porky meat. Though even further away the feline could feel the odorous radiance emanating from the rest of her body, creeping closer as Gotzoné leaned in. 
	Her snout scrunched up, tilting as she observed the partially flattened felinid under her dick. “My goodness. Here I arrive to enact thy punishment, and yet, thine cheeks grow rosy with carnality.” 
	“Heeaa?” Kano heaved out. “I a-am n-not.” 
	The pig pummelled her cock back into his face -Cllpththw- and ground his shuddering expression against her member. “Then I suppose it may simply be my pussy plunger staining thine face. Seeing thou being such a sucker for salacity and lasciviousness. Despite the fact of being such a dirty bitch, it is precisely therefore you could not absorb anymore, you are chock full of not but dirt and depravity.” Gotzoné mused as she humped into the ground, grinding her dick to and fro to smush Kano's frame flatter, smearing in the sweat of her dick into his slickened fur. One area in particular would simply erect once more after each of her pummels. “My, what an amusing little game you are playing…” she hummed and dropped her dick on Kano's shaft -Clltpth- -Cllpt- -Pwttlpwlth- battering him down as revelations course through the flattened feline. 
	“Mfmpgm mpwgha,” Kano wheezed and moaned out under the onslaught of dick. And heart… -Tth-thwmp- throbs from the mast, the pummelling bolstered. The grinds rousing shudders through him which seeped into the mast and bolstered its girth. He couldn't imagine it any hotter, and yet the flat cat was sizzling in the plum plumping bonehead. 
	“Ahah, though art enduring in a pathetic sort of way,” she mused and thwacked her dick back down on the feline. She keptsmacking any spots of him still having some volume flat under the hammer of her mast -Twhwp- -Thwhwplp- Twhwhlp-. “It would be a reward to let you festered as a stain in our establishment, you would relish us going by you to dispose of our undesirables and grind our sweaty nethers all over you…” she mused, sloughing forwards onto her shaft to anchor her cock down into the flattened Kano, -Kshllrlpt-. “That would be far too kind for a skid mark of a scoundrel…” She drew herself back, filaments of cock grease drawn between her shaft and the flattened outline of her dick spanning from Kano's crotch to his neck. She stared down at the pancaked carpet of a kitty splatted over the bathroom floor. “It would be preferrable, were thou to actually contribute, no? To be of some actual use for a change?” She scraped up the back of Kano's head, and pried him off of the floor like an abused sticker. A creaking of the moistened body and tainted floor bubbling as he peeled off -Vrr-Pllrgth-. She held the flapping bundle of a Kano sheet in front of her, staring into his eyes. “Then allow us to see just how absorbent thou art. Were thou telling the truth, I expect all of thou to be pink after this…” Gotzoné mused and flipped him onto her palm like a baker tossing a pizza, heaving him up in the air… and letting him slot over her pussy porker. 
	Kano felt his body twirl over the meat, form warping around the mast as a sheet of Kano cloth draping over the pulsing brawn, -and sticking to its musky exterior with a crinkle of boiling caramel -Cllprhllpt-. 
	Gotzoné’s palms wound down along his frame, smoothening and sculpting the black pancake into a sleek condom. 
	“Mmm, ah I did promise you would be useful, thought we both know, do we not?” she mused as her moulding shifted into stroking, to jerking, grinding her palms over him to smothen him to her meat as she reclined back on the toilet, cock bobbing and twitching as she fostered pleasure through the snug kitty pancake wrapped around her dick. 
	“Thou will have but one moment to relish it, choking down on my dick's barf till though art a plump parcel packed of pecker puss. Then it is off to the bin… servile for one moment, garbage the next,” she mused. The woman leaning in as she played her dick like an instrument, breathing over the tip of the ‘Kanodom’ and letting him simmer in the cock's smothering breath. “That excites thou to no end. Finally, thou will proclaim, I art the filthy trash I was always meant to be, thou disgusting little cock-sock,” she moaned out, grinning as the pleasure roused her body into spasms. She leaned in and -Cclluurlp- wrapped her lips over the head of her dick, suckling the Kano coated cock as her arms massaged down the length of the black elastic.
	Being caught in the foul breath and briny radiance of her shaft spurred and warped his senses, giving him the impression of a cucumber pickled in cum.
	“Mmpgha mhaa…” Gotzoné moaned out, panting and spalying her thighs aside to give all attention to her dick, undulating and rocking through the cloak of Kano as his shivers stimulated her lust. Until… It all flooded through -Ppflltltpthhgh- in a dense, gelatinous custard of spunk erupting from the mast. Kano catching every drop of the torrent as his elastic body was engorging, splayed so thin you could see the cream filling Gotzoné’s nasty dick spritzed form full. 
	Her mouth suckled down on the dick, her cheeks ballooning as the throbs of liquid lust were coughed up, into the Kanodom and changing the angelic face to that of a chipmunk. “Mmfpgha, gmgmah,” she groaned as she drew her dick back, the swell shuffling through her mouth and sagging with droves of stretched, paler grey skin. “Mpgahghapwah.” The swollen lump popped out of her mouth like a greasy cork -Ptwwhhop- and dangled form her lip -Sgllwrp-. The slobbering spunk clotted together in a growing pouch of cream inflating the feline's form, bigger than a watermelon, swelling past the girth of a couch cushion as the load coursed right into him. Gotzoné nursed her dick to give the kitty his fill, her wings fluttering behind her, in tune with her moans, slowly retracting as she leaned back, feeling the Kanodom stretch and sag into her lap, until she could breath and moan, with a whitened, pale gray beanbag of a condom sloughed over her lap and dipping over her thighs. 
	Kano's frame rattled in embarrassed lust as he felt his very being slobbered and filled in Gotzoné’s salvo. 
	“Pha. Hoa, well it appears,” she grumbled and rolled the black condom off of her dick, tugging him together into a knot a she threaded it off of her mast. “Thou art a liar as well, I can not see a speck of pink on thou that were not there before,” she mused, patting the flatten patch of the sack containing Kano's flustered countenance. A knot tied to wrap up the tip, and a steady grasp holding him up, the kitty's mind swimming in liters of liquid lust. 
	“Thou moment has been granted, so I will uphold mine promise,” she said and rose, strutting out of the bathroom. She passed through the second serving area, sauntering through the kitchen, and arriving out back. 
	The garbage bin's lid hinges creaked as she hoisted it open -Crrn- “Fester with the rest of thine kind, trash, thou belongs to not but the garbage now,” she said mused, and heaved up the splooge bag into the bin, landing with a rattle of its fluids -clslpthth- and rolling down to sink in between refuse bags abandoned for years. “At least thou choked my dick down like a proper whore,” she commented before the lip cluttered back in place -Kllrtwp- -Chrllprsh- and her steps faded in the distance. The text appeared on screen, and the black paw bar highlighted, as the icon faded.
	The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'.


~ 4 ~


Kano cycled through the cameras, mumbling to himself. “Amaja's still in the sewers, Yosun just went into the kitchen, Gotzoné's standing by outside the bathroom.” He could just hear the sound of the bathroom door opening before he pushed back the tablet and stood to hold the door. -Dnntkn- The door rattled, shook, then went silent. Steps were heard leaving the bathroom. Kano sighed, sat back on the toilet and shuddered. “There was so much to keep track of. He glanced to the yellow bar, which, seemed to represent health, or stamina? Or, energy? It depleted each time he held against the door, and sat at about four fifths now, would that be enough? Could that last? How long did he have? He shook his head and took out a tablet again. He hadn't' seen Wengui in a while, had to check sewers. Amaja's missing, seal it off, hope he did it in time. 
	The bathroom door again. Put the tablet on the stand, hold the door back. 
	With a sound of boiling seaweed on a carpet of vines sprouted underneath the door -Fffblljjjrlsh-, ensnaring him in coils around the feline's ankles and into shackles of bramble.
	“W-what?” Then the vines tautened, dragging him off of his feet and hauling him underneath the door, the feline shrieked as she landed on his tush, reeled in like a fish on a hook, disappearing under the door, “Whoahta.” He was hoisted high, hanging upside down by his ankles, staring into the dusky amber skin of the sheep, as her lips curled into a sly smile. 
	“Thought that it was Gotzoné's turn to take out the trash, but, seems I found a straggler.” 
	Following the vines lassoing his legs Kano trailed them up the wall, ceiling, down the wall, and creeping right out of the moss wool form Yosun's floof. “Aha aha, hey, I really didn't mean to be in your bathroom,” Kano whimpered, “I c-could just leave if you w-want.” 
	Yosun's head tilted the other way. “That wouldn't be nearly as fun, would it?” the sheep licked her lips. “And I miss the taste of pussy,” she said with her eyebrows sharpening her expression. 
	Kano could smell the saliva in her breath, leaning closer to stare into the abyss of her throat. Then she turned on the spot and strut forward, hauling along the suspended Kano behind her. Having a moment in person while she wasn't looking, maybe he… Kano started reaching for the vines above. Yosun was the only one close to matching him in size out of the Wangui's cast, if he had a chance it would be now…
	“Phaha, that's cute…” she mused. 
	As Kano reached up to his ankles, the vines bungied him upwards -Bwjjooong-, looped another coil around his wrists and tightened to secure them against the ankles with a twap of the stlaks -Chhtwwmp-. 
	“Guaah, aaha, I was-wasn't trying anything.” 
	“Aw, but that's what's so cute about you. I couldn't bare to not watch all those pitiful ‘lil squirms of yours if you were just churning away in my tummy, I would be missing the whole show, but… think I got's just the friend for that,” she said and gestured to one of the urinals positioned to the side of the bathrooms. Kano's eyes flicking between the moss sheep and latrine. 
	Yosun sucked air through her teeth in a whistle. And the ceramic plates on the wall around the urinal buckled -Crrlptsh- then settled back in place with a slithering suction -Schhrltp-. The moss percolated through the interspace of the wall plates, bulbing outwards and sprawling to warp their surroundings. Lichen licked over the porcelain bowl like liquid flames, covering it in a webbed network of deep purple and verdigris. All as the moss kept spreading from the cracks, lapping into the urinal and blooming out from the straps of lichen to envelop t it. The carpet of fungus and flora caking onto the toiletry until it was all shrouded in Yosun's vegetation. 
	Then, silence… broken by a fracture -Crrrrlspt- and then another -Cddspllrth-. The porcelain underneath the moss cracked, shards flicking out under the covering as the moss splayed, between the stretches of ceramic chunks unfolded a lime membrane of plant matter. The more the urinal cracked, the more it moved, breaking through the shackles of its inanimate nature, bursting forth in an extension of plant matter, contorting taller, longer, the lower lip of the urinal elongating under numerous fissures, making room for the spotted yellowed lime dermis. Vines sprouting from the abomination as it grew, and the rising, warped brim plumpening and curving out around itself a brim.
	Kano swallowed. What extended from the moss infested wall was no longer a urinal, but a grotesque excuse for a pitcher plant, thrumming with a surge of life throughout its body. 
	“Few creatures adopt the open-planned belly design,” Yosun said as she hoisted Kano higher, the feline bound by the ankle and wrist swaying in the air as he hovered above the maw, staring into a stomach lining which formed from a gradient of lime, to green, to a deep mauve, “I wonder why.” 
	There was a snap of vines -Twwcrlp- and the twined tendrils holding Kano up came undone, the kit cat grasping fervently after the stubs, but left tumbling straight down the carnivorous lips. His rear slotted down the plant maw with a quench -Sffrlpth-, his knees hanging over the brim as he was scampering for a hold. -GHhrrlgrllms- The walls flexed with a gulp, smearing the membrane into him and soaking him in slime that soaked through his coat and left him slipping into its clutches. “Ho-oh, what if-if I give them a hairball?” Kano stammered. 
	Yosun blinked, scoffed, then hovered her muzzle for a snicker. “Oh, you bet-Hoouraaaourlp-ter not,” she said and tapped her chest, “’scuse that,” she added and cozied up to the pitcher plane, rubbing up along its sides when she could feel the bulge of Kano's body beneath the brim. “I will just have to keep a close eye on you,” she affirmed and let the brim clench once more. -Chhpllgsh- The plant slobbered over Kano and sent him sloughing straight down its embrace, the sleek walls soaking him in secretions oozing of warmth and… honey? As the world was muffled in the pulsing gullet-plant he was beset with the scent from all sides. More than honey, it was sweet but clean, fruity like grapes and full like maple. In the light streaming from the hatch on high Kano would see tethers of goo webbing his limbs to the walls. Each squirm meant more of them were drawn over him, overlapping in waves over is form, glistening with in the haze of a delicate sizzle as they settled into his coat. 


A shadow fell from on high, Yosun's smug face peering down the throat of her creation. “Are you a fur ball yet? Can't quite tell, maybe if you squirm some for me?” she shook the base of the pitcher, Kano bumping to and fro into the walls and feeling more of the phermomonal gel daubing into him -Ssllpsth- warming him down through his skin. Kano wriggling in place, arching up to try and reach the opening above, though the slippery sheen on the stomach lining lead him to tumble and slide back to the base, gunking himself up in all the more tendrils of the corrosive goo with each try. 
	“Mfmpfha aah ha ahw, ha…” Kano wheezed and panted, laying onto his back as he gazed upon the leaning Yosun above. 
	“Frankly, adorable, you could have passed for entertainment here in Woob. Though, did you know it takes pitcher plants weeks to dissolve their catches? It is slow, gruelling, but all the little freaks in there are too hopped up on pheromones to really care. And, as amusing as it would be to see the squirming ‘lil kitty pass out into a gooey pile…” She hoisted herself upwards, her face fanning from the gab, and in its place her lap sealed, thighs spread wide as the moss crowned pussy splayed out to cover the light. “… I wanna see that kitty pool soon, and, I've needed a trip to the loo: This is still a urinal, remember~?” she mused as she revolved her snatch against the lips, sighing to herself as she warmed up. And with a foamy -Sppfrrlls- a stream of bright citrine decanted through her nethers. First the percolating fluids drippled and splattered into the air, a mist of pungency hazing over the feline, but soon after the stream gained traction, beaming down in a buttercup arch onto the black and slimy kitty -Slpsttthsph-. The stream settled over his head, roiling warmth flushing down his back and swooshing down, petering out into lukewarm rivers drooling down over his coat. 
	Kano shuddered as the piss radiated its heat throughout his skin and spread along his body. But as the amber flow coursed through the slime, they mixed into slop that swirled and mixed, brewing to a bubbling concoction. He felt the heat of it as they merged in the slimy pattern across his body, mellowing his fur and skin plush and smooth. He raised an arm from the goo, which hoisted with a slimy sprawl -Shcllrptht-. The pitter patter of the torrent of amber, souring his gloom with the sound of frying mushrooms -Sllfrrpthszz-. The tethers had grown in number and girth, broad ropes of black tar drooling off of his arm along with his fur, was that more than just his fur drooling off of him? A twist of his leg showed it was no more than a stump, melting like wax into the broiling concoction of stomach juices and sheep nectar. The yellow stream was the flame to his candle, as his squirms grew sluggish with the sound of whipping through cream fillings -Chrlrlpfht- -Kllspptchltch- when he squirmed in the flurry. The lighter he felt, the more of him could easily sink into the gooey pate of his former body, submerging into the pool of kitty bile as the sheep chuckled above. His eyes glazed over, the cerulean gauge fluctuating rapidly, the tiles remained unfilled, but the yellow bar at the top that was … it was only on one sixth? He raised his arm again, only to see his hand, soaking in the piss enzymes, twisting a full one-eighty, and drooling off with a -Splstht- as it leaned into the gunk. “Oh… that makes s-sense.” Kano mumbled to himself in a haze. 
	“Still aware down there? Must be cozy to melt away in my piss, can't say you are very filling, hairballs. Still appreciate ya,” she mused as the stream slowly petered out, and the stomaching warped and throbbed. “Say hi to Amaja for me,” she called down as Kano's vision started to blur, unable to take in the dropping flash of yellow on his side. The ceiling hole stretched higher, higher and faded away, as more and more of his bile drained through pits in the back of the pitcher urinal's nadir, pooling down the gutters to meld into the cache of mulch. 
	The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'.