The nine lives at Wangui
Life 6 to 7


Written by Septia.


The toilets had been awfully quiet for a while now. Only Wangui was out roaming on the cameras. Each time he noticed Amaja stirring in the depths he was sealing the gutters. They never stayed closed for long, but it seemed to be enough. Each time he noticed it a little faster, each swapping through the cameras was quicker, knowing what places they all frequented instead of scanning the whole screen each time. Say what you want, he was improving. Although, there wasn't much of a choice. He peeked down in the corner. Five out of nine paws grayed out. Less than half that remained. But there was a certain, confidence, in his chest. He felt he had an eye on things now, every approach, every cast member followed their preference. Gotzoné always went for the door while Yosun went beneath with her vines. Wangui rarely came by and as long as he checked back onto the tablet Amaja was in check. 
	Yosun had lingered by the restroom entrance for a while now. And one pass over, it was done. The restroom door opened. Kano put away the tablet and hoisted his legs up on the seat as Yosun neared the door. 
	-Thhffktwwd- The stall door flung backwards with a gesture from the towering bovine multi-taur. 
	“Ah-aa…” Kano mouthed, his essence screaming… 
	“Still here? Haven't even ordered yet. Ah gotta say you’re making yourself out ta be a notable patron.” The black bovine shifted around to back her hind in once again into the far too small both. 
	Kano scuttled up, standing on the back of the lid and waving his arms. “W-wait, please, l-just listen-this b-booths is not big enough for t-two- you could just let me out?” 
	“After I've dropped this batch I'll deal with ya,” she answered with an aura of nonchalance as the plump, futon sized posterior bunched up against his skin, smothering him back against the wall as the train of a bovine loaded into the stall. 
	Kano's cheeks bloomed, feeling the plush cow hind cleave and clamped over his torso. It clutched around his form, around his navel to his knees, the plush beef flexing to a steady embrace of underlying muscles warping the fat of the hind into a warm massaging grasp along his body… His cheeks blooming in fluster, even as he knew what was going to happen next. His spine quaking as he bit down hard. “I-I am not a patron. H-how could I b-be? I am j-just lost. This place doesn’t look li-like it has been open in decades.” 
	The avalanche of bovine hind, ceased. 
	Kano swallowed, peering upwards. 
	The hunched bovine taur at the front slowly straightened her back, arms at the side, face staring away from him. “What did you say?” 
	Kano swallowed -Gllmpp-. This was the first time her response wasn't brushing him off or refusing to acknowledge him. Yet he found himself unable to form a follow up. “I did not, come here, to eat? And it doesn't… look like you're open.” he meandered. 
	She still only showed him her back, but every word pierced through his neck like an icicle.“We ain't shut our doors once, in thirty years.”
	Kano spoke with a shrunken voice, “O-oh, but… then where… why aren't there, other, patrons?” 
	Steam poured out from Wangui's nostrils -Frwowoofgt-. “Shut your…,” she whispered. Fists clenched. “Shut up,” she spoke. Then she turned with her eyes and nostrils flaring, screaming. 
	“Shut up.” The bovine pounced, the last segment of her body snatching off of Kano and leaving him backed against the seat. 
	As Wangui stared daggers through him, arms reached out towards him in a desperation Kano couldn't help but recognize, as he had made as similar gesture several times this night. In the next moment her grippers had him in a bind -Clsltpth- clenched firm enough to dislocate his shoulder as the towering beast rose above him, bearing down on him with maw gaping, lined with flat molars the size of his fist. Even if the exchange only took a few seconds, it extended before his eyes, so he could count every tooth in her scowl, watch the droplets of saliva flow back into the mouth from the air resistance, and her trembling pupils staring him down, before they were covered by the black bovine's lips, descending over his head, arms jamming him upwards into her mouth to straddle him through with his shoulders popping -Tthwwop-.
	Kano's upper torso ascended into the hold of Wangui's mouth in one bite. His head landing on the damp welcome mat of a tongue, soaking his face in drool, as the rest of her muzzle warped over him, lips caressing his form in the beast's maw. Then, she bit -Cltpth- the flat herbivore's teeth pincered him in place, chomping down on his shoulders with enough force to pop them back into their sockets -Ghtccht- -Clslptp- cracking with a moist pop as they slotted back into shape. 
	“Wh-whahohay, aha, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean it,” Kano cried out from inside the maw. His yellow gauge was brought up in front of him, down practically half by the assault of her chompers. But his cries fell on deaf ears as her lips swathed down to his back, hoisting him upwards, as her mouth squared around the outline of the catboy's shoulders. 
	“Mmfpgha, fmpghw, aapahmp,” Wangui groaned and mumbled as she gnawed down on Kano, hoisting him deeper into her maw with her hands folding in past her lips in her surge to stuff him down. “Smpghg. Sgasgampgh.” -Cghslrpth- The walls of the maw contracted around Kano as he was hoisted and fed into the gape of the throat, his hair slicked back from the drool lining down her neck, esophagus expanding with the swell of tissue -Chrllrpthht- to encapsulate his cranium in a choke hold. -Khrrlpsth- The throat tangled him in its suction to haul him down, leaving him gasping to the point the cerulean gauge dipped. The coughing and squirming mess of a cat panting and pleading. 
	“W-wait, I didn't mean it. I am sorry, I am sorry I'msf fmsm afhgm smsorhgh.” But his vocalizations grew all the more muffled as Wangui's mouth wrapped closer to his ankles, his cries a humming vibration in her throat by the point she arched her neck back and warped her gob up around his paws, slurping them down with a guttural gulp rocking her neck -Ghrbgbaptuuggpl-. The compacted outline of Kano warped down her gullet, broad as a sack of flour and lively as newborn doe, the bulge rocking back and forth as Wangui clenched her neck taught around him, the bloat concaving under the pressure with a smash of pistoned cat -Chrlpplghtt- -Glloggmphhs- sending the lump rocketing down her throat and into her stomach. 
	The pursed pit to her gut bulged, distorted and spat Kano into the cramped chamber -Cllspthwlph-. A smatter of enzymes soaking through his coat and, drooping down his fur. “Phaha,” Kano panted, getting his head high above the fluids and breathing in the cramped air, his head knocking into the ceiling of stomach. He barely had enough space to stretch his elbows. “I'm sorry. W-whatever I said, I didn't mean any of it,” he called out. 
	Then the gut pummelled, a reverberation that drummed through he chambers and stuck him down into the enzymes again. 
	Outside, Wangui was putting pressure on the Kano sized bulb on her abdomen, mumbling in a mantra “Shut up, Shut up, Shut up.” As the bugles growled and broiled, muffled beneath her skin -Chrlrpgbg- Cshtlapghh-. 
	Kano's face smooshed into an orifice, struggling against his entrance, with the force of the bovine over both of them enough to let Kano thread through with a smear of gunk -Sllpghthathpsha-. Dropping him into the second chambe, full of liquids that fizzed as he sunk into it. Of course, a Cow with these many sets of legs, would have a matching pair of stomachs.
	 So onwards he went, compressed and vacated from one stomach to the next, like toothpaste squeezed out with a sledgehammer -Sllpgthptht-. In one stomach the enzymes from the previous mixed together, forming patches of suds across his body that sunk in and bubbled through his fur and coat, making Kano feel like little other than foam. In one, he was compacted and manhandled with kneading muscles grinding into him, milling the acid softened kitty into a haphazard, groggy paste. The yellow bar dropping with a simmering sizzle and the brown tiled gauge starting to fill in one after the other. He was forced to the next one -Ctwggglsh-. Mulched, milled, churned, and onto the next -Chhrl-Ptwllp-. By the sixth gut he was hanging onto the last sliver of the bright stamina gauge, though the pounding convulsions -Sptwwlp- -Crrllkt- kneaded him down. 
	Wangui held her palms to her ears, slowly counting to ten as she vacated the bathroom, the tune of her gut's growls -Gbwrllggoas- -Svhorprpltpsah- sounding like trying to force an inflated beachball down into a bog. Strutting through the bistro as the bloat travelled down her body in the opposing direction, smoother and softer through each one, while the gurgles grew sluggish -Chhrggrrlllgsh-. 
	Kano proceeding from Cat, to doughy cat, to sludge cat, to cat sludge and bone. By the ninth gut his skull was simmering into the turgid mass ferried onwards through the tract, but Wangui's intestines were not keen on granting his bones the dignity to melt. 
	“Eight… nine, and ten…” she grumbled as she sauntered by the wall of the second seating area, straight across form the bathrooms. “Here's what happens to unruly customers…” she grumbled through her teeth, her rear shaking as she positioned it up against the wall, grinding to and fro as the gurgles broiled -Gggbrrrgsh-. Then she stepped forwards… -Ppfwrhrhrhprrpth- A cloud of dense guttural fog flooding out her hind, up the walls, so dense in moisture the green mists drooled back towards the floor, though they didn't make it far before the flow plugged -Fwpprpr- -Frrbbrrwwrth-. 
	“Mfmnghahaya,” Wangui cast out her anger in a shout. As her hind revved to cast out the former customer. The pucker clenched and winked in the flexes of the bovine flanks, a slopping squelch of mulch rippling along the faint huffs of divergent fumes funnelling through the fudge filled fanny. Prying and peeling off the congesting batch clogging the colon as the pressure ramped higher and higher. The scales tipped past the breaking point -Bbrphfhprprwfppptptuthg- a salvo of rapturous cannon fire, the guttural dregs jettisoned out from the bovine's hind, – a cascade of their raw bowel nougat slopping through the air, and hammering into the wall with a cacophony of the gutter batter compressing and detonating over the walls -Ktch-Ptwllhcht- without the visual context, the sound of the multi-taur's explosive bowel movement would have been confused with a sunfish hurling up a week’s worth of sustenance. 
	The walls buckled under the onslaught of manure. Filth looped and painted onto the walls in doughy strokes of blackened auburns, sprinkled with a choice amount of bones. Ribs scattered and clanking; the ribs embedded in grime knocking off the wall like toothpicks. Vertebrae smattering through the dung like bolts -Chrlptckth-. And at the center of it all, with the impact swathing out into a broad crater of sludge in its outlines, laid Kano's cranium. The back of the sill caved through the wall, and the remains glued to the tapestry with auburn plaster; he had become a new, permanent fixture to the rundown establishment, shrouded in the heavy fog wisping down the skeletal visage from above. 
	“MMGmph… mphg…”Wangui huffed, exhaustion wrinkling her face -Pppsthptbh-. -Clsphhggtwp- Her backside opening to discharge a few stray globules of muck, the kilos worth of muck meatballs clobbering into the ground below her -Clsptht- -Krlstpth-. A fissured pattern of cracks and crevices matching the labyrinthine streaks of muck on the wall, oozing with viscous bowel fluids and corrosive enzymes from a melange of stomachs -Hlpllspthghlp- the mounds soft and heavy enough to have their bases flattened against the ground. Steaming vaguely breast-like knolls of spite fuelled manure. 
	“Mffh…” Wangui inhaled through her nostrils, and let out a long sigh. “Ten… only eight and nine earlier,” she stated and marched away with the scene of Kano's demise lingering and stinking up the dilapidated bistro at her back. 
	The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'. 


~ 1 ~


“Pha, Hah.” Kano panted, holding his head in his paws. That was a lot to take in. Everything happening so fast. Checking the corner again, three paws slit up out of nine. Had it really been that many? It felt like he'd chewed through all his changes. The bravado from before draining rapidly through his system. He looked to the walls in the stall divides. Trapped, and exposed at the same time. He brought up the tablet, looking at the sewer camera. Amaja was still there, lurking. Technically, he could just, go back there. If he was getting violated either way, at least there was one he, preferred? But… the cartoonish paws in the corner taunted him with bouts of dread… And thinking about it deeper, what going down there was signing him up for… Was he really that horny or was he just going crazy? 
	-Kkthhpdk-. 
	Kano's heart sank at the sound of the door. He'd entirely forgotten… What was the point of learning all the ins and outs of surviving these mechanics, if he didn't even do them? 
	“Salutations be up upon you, my dearest wench of a feline,” Gotzoné proclaimed. “My, why so glum? Thy perverted ways might make thee less than trash in value, yet when would that have made you glum?” she said, and reached a hand out towards him. 
	Kano looked up at the winged, voluptuous figure. Glancing at the tablet, then relenting and grabbing her hand. 
	Gotzoné hauled him out of the stall, with a tug that launched him into the sow's embrace, faceplanting straight into her bosom with the thud of slotting the last couch cushion into place -Ththff-. 
	“Expend no effort form thine pitiful self on worry. Gotzoné shall purify the sin form thine mortal coil…” 
	Kano’s face scrunched up, clamped on each side by the chest, dreading what was to come, but she merely held him snug in place as her body shifted and fiddled. As he stared into the pink bosom he noticed the cerulean bar depleting. Right. Air. He scrambled upwards, shifting and wedging his way up through with her chest bounding and bobbing back into this face, moulding and clamping shut and clasping him in place, stuck in a pair of kneading, rising buns… But gradually making process. -Pwpthpt- his muzzle popped out of the insulating clasp of the breasts, he drew in a big breath. And his face cracked. He could, taste, the air, but not only that, he could feel it clog his throat. The sow's devious, but sly, sweet smile in his vision blurred by the sheer onslaught of her reeking aura permeating out of her body. The smell so thick it felt like he'd just jammed his muzzle into an actual brick of yeast. His air gauge was, beeping. It was dropping faster than before. 
	“Haga…” Kano wheezed in the suffocating smog. 
	“My, stunned silence from mere physical contact? Thy art truly depraved, Feline. Fret not, I shall purge all earthy desires from thy form,” she said in a smoothing tone, and Kano soon felt what had taken her so long to prepare, as a wet clasp begun to wrap around his lower paws -Chrrlspth-… Peering down through the hazy gaze he saw the it. Her shaft snaking up over his heels, suckling at his ankles as his body was threaded down the confine slit of tense, throbbing meat. “Fmfmps pahoo, oh thy would garner excellent dick fodder, but I mustn't be sso hasty. It defiles my body to have your presence within it, and I must be presentable for Wangui,” she explained as she slowly fed Kano down into the mast. Her shaft swelled and distended to contain his legs, the twitches pinching into his blood flow, but without any air to transport it wasn't a huge loss. 
	“Mmf… does thou feel closer, to divinity?” the winged pig asked. 
	Kano's mind was filled with ham sandwich rolls. 
	She massaged his shoulders and stuffed them down past their chest again, a squelch of fluids emanating from her cock and a tensile tug of of rubber from the mast expanding wide -Cjjrlrlsspth-.
	Kano's air gauge laid empty and his yellow bar was dropping. Gotzoné had him down to his navel in her cock, then unleashed him, letting him bob down, jutting out of her erection. This, brought him just far enough away from the aura of her stench. His lungs pulsing again. 
	“Gasping and wheezing. Such utter filth thou art. But I would not want your depraved ways to rub off on me. For such a dung digger.” Gotzoné lowered herself down to all her knees, rubbing along the pinched outlines of Kano's frame grinding down with him sticking out of her shaft. “Heere comes the fun part,” she mused and slowly bent her cock forwards, groaning as the cat-clogged erection curved down between her legs, Kano's view revolving to look straight ahead, into the sow's crack. “This is it, the requiem for your sins. I shall scrub thy sins clean,” she mused with a strained moan. 
	In the next moment she dunked Kano's face straight into the clasp of her cheeks. His face drawn into the canyon of rosy pink polluted with the sheer smog of her body odour. He felt something viscous slobber into his fur as he was hoisted up and down, grinding in through the crack as the motion tugged him to and fro, stimulating his capture as much as she protested. -Shfllfpcsth- Virile miasma had congealed to a gooey balm in between the cheeks after numerous confined flatulence, Kano stared, face to face with the the furrows of the pig's pucker, plumping and protracting ahead of him as he was milled down the cavernous cheeks by the jerks of her cock. Gotzoné huffing and humping into the ground to bump Kano against her plump brim, juggling him into her crack like a yo-yo as her moans only grew louder. 
	“Mmfamaoo, you are a despicable dump addict, may thy be purified by your love…” she groaned and jammed him into her cheeks, his face wet from the ass grease as it was stuffed against her pucker. The vibrations and rumblings leaving the pucker jiggling like gelatin -Bbrlglgpgahgsh-. 
	-Ppbbrfppptwhptphh- A gust of brown fog soared through the feline, slapping him in the face like a brick of globby clay. He coughed and wheezed, the odour so potent it felt physical. Glancing at his UI; the yellow bar was down, cerulean was nonexistent, and… the brown tiles were filling up, already at three out of nine… 
	“Mfmmspa, oooh yes. But more… I-… T-thou, require, fmsm moore,” she groaned out with her tongue lolled out and her snout trembling. Arching her back to look at the kitty partially stuffed down her ass and partly suckled up her cock, adjusting his placement and humming, straddling herself to the ground, humping in hard, harder. “Mmgmm take, it, all…” she wheezed out. -Shthtwlptah- With the pop of the cork on a bottle of aged swamp-muck, Kano's face sunk into her pucker, delving away all the way down to the tip of her dick, snug in the pucker… 
	A few moments passed, with merely gurgles rousing… -Ghhggh- -Gbrbglpsh-. 
	Then it came… -BBrfpppwooooorprprpppthth- A storm of smog to the tune of a foghorn drumming Kano's face down out of the pucker. whistling though like the spout of a kettle. With a slick compression of the slimy, lubricated dick right through their shaft -Chhrlvpsth- -Bbrprpooootmtpsh- but the flatulence was soon to follow, the force funnelling Kano down the dick right after, inflating Gotzoné's dick like a balloon animal. The tension of the surface rippling as the smog steamed its way down to her sack, depositing the feline in her own organic fart broiler -Krllcpsht-. Kano was plagued with the choice of drowning in the pig's curds of suffocating in her miasma. 
	“Mfmpghaooog, owoao aawh all, the wway, to salvation. Fnnfgh,” Gotzoné groaned as she rode back and forth on her inflating cock, sack swollen into a pair of truck tires, sloshing with Kano scrambling within. “Mmfs, and, stay, in there,” she grunted and stood, her cock expelling a heaping of exhaust as it flung back vertical and taut before her, steam oozing from its tip -Thwfflwpfffwzss-. She cradled her balls and rubbed them together with her thighs, panting and salivating. “fmam almost… almost,” she mused. 
	Within, Kano gasped, choking in smog or cum, or both. Staring at the lower right he saw all his gauges depleting, except for the tiles, sitting at eight of nine, and rising. 
	“Churn, churn to the dregs thou art. Alleviate thy essence, relinquish thine mortal bod to my balls…” she wheezed and gasped, bouncing and kneading her stuffed sack into herself. 
	Kano stared at himself, the smog seeping into his skin, forming cracks in the auburn fur and melting it back slick and fudgy. Any gaps the fissures the smog didn't seep into were clogged with pig-whey cream. 
	“And… then…” she huffed, still pinching the tip of her cock's foreskin. “Decompress…” she mused, letting go of her shaft, as a pillar of exhaust flooded through it, her sack broiling -Clllspthch- as it deflated, contracting and roiling upwards as the smog cleared, and only Kano's body , compacting as the expanding skin retracted, Kano experiencing the trifecta of all three bars at once, reaching their conclusion as the muddy mangle of cream soaked manure congested in the jewels -Chrrgrrrblgh-Pwmp-. 
	Gotzoné's nuts juggled back and forth, still jittering from the release, but condenced to a pair of modest watermelons. “Mfmpa pahaa, ah. Aaa, feel that… that was everything worthmmfwile of you, vacatingg my dick…” She cupped her sack and weighed it in her hand. “Hmm, peculiar, there is still so much of you held up down here,” she smirked. “A shame to let it go to waste.” She arched her slack mast back around her lap, tucking the dick into her gaping pucker and massaging along the mast, humming and grunting as she worked up her congested ejaculation. Broad dunes of cum-fissured sludge swelling up her mast and ferried right up to her rear. -Chrlflfphthg- The bulbs of fresh Kano gel reached her hind and swelled her pucker out with their girth, she moaned in tune with the crackle and smear of the chunky soft swerve spouting into her bowels -Chrlgpthth- -Hrrchrlgp-. 
	“Phafmspahaa. Haafmms,” she grunted, slowly standing tall as she patted her curved dick, jugging it through the manure into her ass. The pig's gut gradually inflating and pulsing with cat-pudding as it siphoned the mass from her contracting balls. “Fmpfah hha… just a real, mfm, jewel of sludge left of you to solidify in my ass…” she huffed. One palm brushing down her tummy and the other patting her cock like a well trained dog. “Mfphoo… Such anfsmm exorbitant amount of sin thy were shouldering, fmsm. But now, I shall shoulder this burden…” she mused as the last mulch was deposited into her rear. 
	-Slclsptch- her cock dripped out of the crack and slackened towards the floor, a burgeoning mass of residual mire sloughing free in a doughy streak across the floor. The swine fanned her wings behind her to disperse the smell, whilst waltzing clear of the bathroom, pucker nursing the churned up slush through her dick, savouring the trembles that the squirms of the rakshasta buried down her spine. 
	The visuals faded into emerald shades, white text glowing up reading: 'Show's Over'.