Cat(atonic) Burglar


Writen by Septia.


The door flung open as a shadow struck with a hue of black tar pounced inside, leaping behind the bar desk of the slapdash recreational room. Hot on her trail, a wolf dashed through the open door. He barged and growled, froth piling up at the sides of his grimace. “You bring your catty ass bitch face out here this instance,” he called out, scanned the room, and tilted his snout high in the air, sampling through the odour of cheap malt and tar. He turned, snapping towards the bar desk. He strutted up with arms held wide to increase his area of influence. Looking over the desk… 
	The shadow leapt up, a box of wine in her grasp coming down as a cudgel over the wolf's head -Thhwngglgspgiahgt-. “Hnnngyyag fnnghraaaa, feline bastard,” he wheezed and clutched his head as the shadow scuttled over the desk. 
	The panther in her deep onyx coat vaulting over the furniture with the grace of a ballerina. Her double decker bust careening in the air along her smooth motions, zipping off towards the door. “You are going to have to try harder than that, au revouire, you filthy dog~,” Jhyn mused and saluted the wolf with a rude gesture. 
	“Oh no you don't,” the wolf gathered himself, throwing his hundred fifty kilo bulk of gray and cobalt fur into the Jaguar. She spun her body around and met him with a kick flying out to clock the wolf in the chin, a cracking ringing from the impact as the world wheezed through his teeth… Counter-clockwise, she revolved and threw her paw out in a sweep crossing the first, knocking into-…
	-Ckktkwtahp- The Wolf's paw… Jhyn paused, staring at the wolf grappling her foot high in the air, leaving her balancing on one limb as he fathered himself. 
	“If you wanted it harder, then you should quit being such a softies.” The wolf barked at her, raising the hand hoisting holding her foot, forcing her off balance and hopping in towards him as his fist bore down to meet her. The clasped hand whipping through the air before it cracked into the feline's exposed abdomen. Jhyn was stunned at the sight of the fist approaching, her in dilated time, as her own body leaned into the oncoming impact by her inherent reflexes to sustain her balance… The knuckle pummelled into her abdomen with a the tremor of a buckshot slamming a steak -Thgthhhndd-. Her abdomen compiling into a pocket of sprawling black fur, encasing the fist crashing into her guts, her coat wrapping the fist like a present, before the shock wave of the impact broke the clutch open to a crater of broadened, flattened fur warping her abdomen back: this second crack of force shooting through Jhyn's nerves faster than the initial pain, surging over to outclass it before her mind had a sense to process the hit. The overlapping signals of pain concentrated into her guts translated in her mind less to being struck by a blunt object, and was sooner equated to a hole punch straight through her midriff to piston out a new navel. A pressure barrelled down her frame, spiked into her guts as she felt a blockage dislodged, ramming down her bowels by the sheer aftershock of the crash; there was a rocket in her bowels, and it lacked enough fuel for take off, but that didn't mean It wouldn't tear down the paths in her colon in its sputtering rush of fist-fueled propulsion.
	“MGmnh-g gpllcaracgg,” Jhyn wheezed out in a moist gasp her tongue lagging out of her maw drooling and thick, a vulnerable pink in all the deep black of her coat and minimal gear. She felt the crash of latent force burrow up into her chest, her ribs akin to the rattled keys of a xylophone thrown down the stairs, as the white pain of her abdomen grew numb, completing the hollow experiencing of the wolf's hole punch fist… the scrambling and jerking of her own bones in her chest took over. Her eyes teared up. A jolt of tensile tension burrowed up, up her gullet, splintered from the collision of the fist. An inverted waterfall of churning ache burgeoning up through her guts, through her oesophagus and up her neck-… Jhyn felt a warmth broiling into her maw, her lips following the body's instinct to reseal it, lips pursed shut over the peachy muscle plodding out her maw… She could hear the broiling echo to her inner ear. She kept it in, even as the tremors of the punch crept up here neck along with the flood of chyme swelling her throat, disturbing her lips. 
	The wolf grunted, panting as he twisted his knuckles into Jhyn's core, grinding it in as he glanced up to look at the bulging-eyed feline struggle – her cheeks inflated to grapefruits and every muscle in her face twitching.
	“Mmghsha, pha,” the wolf panted, staring at the rattling sheet of a jaguar he still held by her leg, all the fighting drained from her, jittering like a flimsy sheet or rice-paper. “Mgmha phaa, what's the matter? Where'd all that bravado go, Feline freak?” he wheezed out, letting go of her paw to crack his jaw back into place, huffing through spittle and blood with a wide grin, staring at the tongue-clamped, loaded-cheek Jaguar. “Cat bit your tongue?” 
	As soon as her paw was unleashed it fell to the floor like a sack of flour now that nothing else kept her in balance. The once nimble burglar stumbling, threading back from the fist that had been buried in her stomach, a faint indent of the tensed knuckles laid buried in her abdomen. Her tail wrung to and fro as she stumbled, then slackened straight down as the pressure subsumed control over her mouth. Her lips splayed, her lips draped open as the cat-burglar lost both her composure and lunch in one hurl -Huuruaaagllgsof-. A stodgy clot of burnt white slop billowed out of her maw, a reek of vanilla dream cookies and parboiled milk seeping from the reheated cookie dough slop vacating the feline's gullet. Her cheeks hurriedly deflated as she dispensed the clog, growing a deeper burgundy as the tang of refried jerky and bacon grease clashed with the sickly sweetness of the creamy onslaught. The floor below her was mired in the stomach acid soured slop, a heap of the mulched mass splotted in a bundle of soft serve gullet gelato. Her stumbles set her back a few steps, following along from the heap of vomit with a snaking trail of sludge that followed her disturbed movements in its warping path. Bubbles of trapped air and carbonation surfacing to pop and broil through the slop contaminating the vicinity in its sour stench… -Fhhurauhgllp-. The flow stagnating as her back closed in towards the wall, and a hiccup launched a globule of the upchuck to sprinkle across the floor. 
	“Pgmmghaa,” Jhyn wheezed out through fangs drooling with the pale and peachy slop, paws instinctively wrapping back over her abdomen, holding her insides back whilst she strained to regain lost ground from the pummel, heaving in breaths and snot through her muzzle. Her legs pinched together to further support the disruption to her core. Despite that, the pose only put the feline crossed legged, further wearing down her balance… She clutching her frame and pushed her biceps right underneath her cleavage to let the bust pop with its plush girth, jiggling and rattling like pudding under her own trembles. All that she wore over that dark fur were a matching strap across her nipples and a similar patch covering up her crotch… Her body twitching as she gasped for breath, squirming on weakened legs, giving off the impression of an armature on a stripper pole. 
	“Mgms, phaa… that was for my jaw, so imagine what me and the wolf pack will do when we've found what a filthy lil' waste of a feline has stolen from us…” 
	“Mpthhos,” Jhyn spat, wheezing as she peered back up at him, squeezing into her chest for a full, teasing flex. “Mfm, you, dumb, bad dog…,” she panted. 


“Hey mack?” Came a call as another wolf entered the rec room, “you caught onto that bitch yet?” 
	“Mmfms, yeah, just about,” he huffed and stepped up to Jhyn, grabbing her by the neck, his digits sinking into her throat, staring her dead in the eye, “am just gonna crack up this guy…,” he grunted. 
	The wolf threw his arm back, as he raised the opposite foot, reeling Jhyn back over the floor, mid motion shifting to lock his digits around the back of her head. A straight shot ahead towards the stone cobblestone wall. At peak momentum and with suspended force, the wolf planted his foot straight down, leveraging the momentum to slam the Jaguar forwards, spiking her straight into the wall, muzzle first like a ping pong ball. Jhyn felt the cartilage in her muzzle cracking -Chrralrkpath- -Chhrlalpgthah- A moist displacement of the hard tissue transitioning into bone, in the unrelenting force her muzzle snapped, caving inwards the like the hull of a car, protecting her cranium -Chrrkktah- she felt a fracture spreading deeper into the bone. Her muzzle shattered first on the left side, making her face cave in the same direction as the rest of the stone that smashed into her cheek, the cold, solid slab uncaring for her soft flesh and bones. -Chhrglgpthllc- she felt her gums squelch together as it absorbed the brunt of the impact, the tremor of force shooting enough her jaw and cracking down her teeth, Jhyn felt several fangs buckle against the impact and gouged out of their socket, crumbling against a barrier of hard rock -Chrhrlpth- -chhrruaughglapsah-. The sharp incisors bent out of their gums and sprung through her maw, clattering against her clasped molars on her right. The force buried through the back row of her teeth, dislodging them as the roots cut into her own flesh -Crhrhhth-. A moment later in the strike she felt a crack up her side -Chrhrlpthg- -Krrrllrckt- as her chin buckled in the rock like an accordion, cracks sparked through her upper jaw and her lower dislodged with a crackle of ashed firewood stomped out in a bonfire -Chhrktth- -KrlCrrkt-. 
	“Ghnyyargh.” The noise Jhyn made was equivalent to a squeeze toy, all the air that managed to escape her lungs deflating through a whistle funnelled through cracked teeth. Even as the world stopped trembling, and Mack held her pinned to the cobble, she felt the tremor running through her, tasting copper in her maw, and twitching in distress when she felt chunks of fang trickle down her gullet. “Ahh hu-ahh-aghh-ahugk.” Her wail resonating like the faint crack of a wooden cog rattle. 
	“Phfa, ha… that aught to shut you up, bitch of a feline, mgma, thinking they can get away with stealing from the pack… The hell would someone send a cat to do anything without expecting them to be beaten to a pulp?” He pulled her from the wall, clutching around her canape and neck, seeing her pupils trailing back up into her skull, she wheezed out speckles of crimson over his jacket. “This ain't a place for baby kittens,” he mused. Mack dragged her down to the center of the rec room. He vaulted her – back first – onto the billiard table, her body cracking with a clack matching that of the ivory billiard balls knocked aside by her presence. -Cltktpthht- But the jaguar gave nothing but a weak exhale as she was hauled up.
	“This lil' runt is the one that nicked past you, Mack?” The other wolf asked with a shake of his head as she wandered in to join him. 
	“Shut your face hole, Tyko if you know what's good for ya, and help me find where this bitch's stashed away the Loot.” 
	“Fine fine,” Tyko said and scampered up to the front, grabbing her cheek and turning it towards him. He felt her jaw loose in his grasp, joggling in its sockets like the flakes in a snowglobe. He turned her over to her left side, seeing the bruised and tangled fur alongside the tip of her muzzle crunched back in her face like a birthday candle jammed down through the frosting, missing a tee -Cslptath- -clcth- a few chunks of fang trickled out with a dripple of scarlet as he twisted her to and fro. “This ain't your best side,” Tyko stated, “though I've yet to find the good side to a cat… pussies are barely worth the bullets,” he said and let her face drop back, weak, strained panting reverberating from her, but, even as all her frame laid limp on the table. “Pussies are just good enough for pounding.” 
	Mack pried down the patch of leather fitted around Jhyn's lap, the crotch peeled open for a beam of amber to splutter free, arching from her splayed lap to hose the table in a matte puddle of feline humidity. -SShhppllrpth- The splatter of her trapped fluids splattering back over the Wolf's arm. 
	“Oofhh, and insanity as well. The heck you think you are doing to our billiard table you, Fpphwee whatever,” Mack mumbled. 
	The stream gradually petering out, from an arch to a slope, to a flume that draped down the feline's crotch, soaking into the green faux fabric and pooling wider across the table. “Ain't' got many options for hiding places, you know. Where'm I gonna look first…” The wolf grumbled to the barely conscious feline. He felt down her lap, around her pussy, massaging towards her pucker. -Chngn- There was a slight shift under his fingertips. Watching as the coat above the snatch laid raised in a lump, a hillock of shifting and wriggling in her crotch whilst her soaked pussy trembled. The wolf placed fingers behind the bump and shoved down with a squeal of grinding flesh -Cahrlptaht- the snatch twitching the labia moist, wafting open as the bulge descended down her crotch. Twitches through her legs had her thighs raised and bending at the knees, a pure instinct as her pussy pried open, gradually parting with a crackle of liquid lust tethers stretching wide between the walls of her pussy, uncovering an expanse of pale steel. The brim creaking as the cylinder snaked its way down through the clutches of her pussy. Jhyn's legs curling in the raw stimulation of passing the thick, steel row drapes out the walkway of her vagina, lips dragging along after it and moulding to the outline of the rod. 
	“Ah crud, so that's what she was after, the hard drives,” Mack remarked. He grasped it, tugging on it like a joystick jammed in Jhyn's junk. Her cheeks tense and body shaking to and fro on the piss soaked table, like he was wrangling a remote controlled toy. He tugged it free with the popping of a champagne cork -Chhhstwwp- -Sjjhloorp-. “This lead'd be bad, clever for a cat, too clever. So who sent her, ay Tyko?” he asked. Peering up to see his fellow wolf pack clan member, with his muzzle deep down Jhyn's chest, nursing in the pillowy mound of a tit with trails of lactation winding down along the path of lips and chest. “Mamma, yeah, can't plug in a hard drive there, dumb cat… Though guess you wouldn't be used to stuffing anything of real girth in there,” he mused around the tit. 
	“Tyko, the hell man, you don't know where that's been.” 
	“Relaxmgms,” he mumbled whilst lapping over her chest, slickening the fur back in a splatter as he nursed the cream off her chest. “Bitch's loaded…,” he mumbled. 
	-Grgllgpgh- A grumble jostled down the feline's crotch. Mack leaning down to peer at the pit beneath her pussy, that contracted into a crater, jostling and trembling even as a grind of smearing jam through butter roused within. The rugoluse brim pinched to a taut prick until… it broaden with a rapid exchange of air, vacuum filled with the snap of unsealing a diver's mask -Twwrlp- and the pucker gaping open. Within the folds wide it showed a glimpse of a ghostly appendage in the depths, before it swelled up again, this time warping outwards, inflating into an oblong bulb. The pinched pit engorged to a bulb that wrung and writhed in the exposed canyon of her cheeks, gradually ossicalating and shifting until the brim was agitated enough to pry open with a clotting curl of digging through molten cheese -Chhrrlptcht- The pucker bloomed over an oblong loop of white rubber, plodding free from her pit upright, ladled with Jhyn’s lubricant. 
	Mack hooked a digit through the ring, and gave it a gentle tug -Chrhrllptah- the walls of the colon first protested, though through the gradual putter and percolation of bowel balm the hefty chunk of rubber moved, the brim sufficiently agitated to relent, and her pucker spread wider, warping back over an expanse of bone-white. -Chhfrlphht- Gradually the lips fought less, Mack barely needing to influence the pucker from engorging and inflating, disgorging the massive anchor of a butt-plug she had stashed in her bowels. The brim gaping back over the cranium-wide girth of a plug jammed up her insides, contorting her margins until they had reached the zenith of the blockage, leaving the perimeter of her brim to contract, suckling closed as it divulged the gallon's worth of laytex -Chhwlglpthhth- polishing past her brim, lagging behind the slouch of the obstruction, clinging with tethers of the gutter bile drawn between the ribbed wedges of the plug. The last chunk of the industrial plug -Cllpthtwpwpwp- sloughed out with a languid pop, leaving the feline shaking, groaning and trembling with her brim attempting to clench, only managing to twitch and breathe open to a quarter of the plug that had rested between her legs. “Fhfghghs,” she wheezed. 
	“Hrmm?” Tyko mumbled. “Kitty waking up?” 
	“Eh, you know how lazy these things are. Can't even get themselves a good dickin', resorting to these toys…,” he mumbled and patted the plug. “She's too good for it, but, what say you we showed this pussy what some real dick feels like?” the wolves scoffed, exchanging twinkling gargling grins as they loomed above the limp burglar.


~ 1 ~


 “Oi, sure this a good place to drop her off, Tyko?” 
	“What? She was probably hired by these bozos, and you scared of some namby tail tucking feline wannabes?” 
	Mack rolled his eyes. “Right, right, just pull over.” 
	They came to a halt a block away from Furina's nightclub: Fe-ass-t. Mack heading out to open the passenger door, the door flinging along its hinges as a weight bore down from within. -Bwooooonnglglsh- Jhyn's stomach was smothered flat against the door, heaving against it with her fur flattened and plush against the buckled polymer. The pressured abdomen rolling free off of the door as it swung to leave the gut free to jostle out in its rotund, inflated form. As it sloughed off of the door and dipped free towards the ground the black gut churned with a squeal of pudding loaded in a tumbler full of sweaty sheets -Chhrggwllllnngsh-, the orbs of swollen onyx gut weighing her down from the seat like an anchor, pulling her free towards the pavement, slumped over her stomach capping into the ground. The gut made a stodgy clap with jostling internal moisture, dropping the thud of dropping a wax coated bulk of mince meat -Tthhw-Gllstc-. “Mooghahaw…,” Jhyn wheezed out through her slack-jawed face, the bottom of her abdomen flattened against the pavement with the rest of her splayed atop; her pose mimicking an exhausted yoga instructor. “Mmfhahwga…” 
	“Come now, this way, bitch,” Mack grabbed her arm and walked, dragging her behind him as Tyko shut the door and followed. 
	Jyhn 'stumbling onto her back with the momentum of being balanced on the gut, which lugged with a sluggish bend of congested wolf loads -Chhrlgpgh-. 
	“They say cats land on their feet, but seems Jaguars can barely stand. Though, in this case,” Mack admitted as he tugged her along the alleys, “even a proper wolf bitch would have her knees shaking after getting pounded like that.” 
	“Mmgghwhag…” Jhyn wheezed, staring up with her cracked countenance. Her stomach loafed along in the pull, bouncing back and forth, jostling as Jhyn was pulled along the street. It dipped and bound over her crotch, intermittently covering it. On the jaguar's spindle figure, the protruding, overinflated abdomen gave her the spot-on impression of a shlled gastropod: gliding along the ground, lugging around a bloat big enough to fit her whole self into… The wolves strutted into the yard behind the building, shared between several houses it served as a communal area connected to different alleys via hang locks; Though they weren't a match for the wolf pack. Under the open sky the moon shone down, its light bathing the yard in a pale, untarnished silver. That gleam fell on Jhyn's stomach: its peak cloaked in the same silver as the moon, and in its glow the black body was laid bare in a tinge of marble gray, though past the equator of her broad, spunk slogging stomach, she cast shadows across herself which retain the tar black of the black panther's fur. She wheezed, shuddering in place as the wolves dragged her this way and that, trapped within the confines of the dusk with her stomach juggled along, down her hips and over her sides in a gellated bounce -Chglrlpwwwglp- threatening to tilt her over once more. Compared to the rest of the jaguar it appeared as though her belly was recorded in slow motion, always lagging behind wherever way she was pulled with its weight bouncing and compensating for its bulk; a pufferfish balanced on top of a snake. -Chbrbrgllgwah- -Bbrhrhg- A burble escaped the gut intermittently whilst the wolves searched for a good spot, chugging and churning through the bulk of cream curdling in the heat of her loins and bowels. Folds of blubber forming under the stomach’s weight, pinched together below the weighty whims of the mobile, organic sperm bank. -Vhhrlglpghth- -Chhrbglgloruslp- “Right about here should do it,” Mack mumbled and dragged Jhyn up towards the wall. 
	Once unleashed he heard her shoulder knock into the concrete building -Bhwwnnllglgsh-. The gut following up through the hoist, jostling up to bap against her chest -Cllptth-, juggling the hefty mounds of black titty blubber, moulding around their dense, fatty texture with its own fluid grasp, before settling down. Her stuffed gut sloughed to curve over her thighs and pinch between her hips to form a faint, sculpted bottom half of a heart with the jaguar's engorged abdomen. Ripples winding up the surface of the gut like a disturbed lake – If that lake had been filled with droopy cookie batter -Fwwgwglwlrth- -bbwwgrrlwpl-. 
	“Right, should be good enough, they'll know we mean business, and to send something actually threatening next time… like a mosquito,” Mack scoffed. 
	Tyko shook his head. “Good, but I'm not finished with the skank yet.” 
	“Really? You gonna make a mess of things? We just unplugged this bitch.”
	“You got to rough her up, where's my fun?” 
	“Peh. Roger that, I'll be outta the blast zone,” Mack mumbled and strutted off with his paws behind his back. 
	Tyko knelt down beside her. He traced a digit from down between her legs, dipping into her exposed, twitching honeypot. Then up along her belly, watching it elicit twitches and quivers through her, forming riptides from her tummy all the way up to her chest. There his palm cupped a hold of her, massaging and evaluating the bulk of her mid-f-cups. “Pathetic lil’ thing, for a spy, or a burglar, whatever ya wanna call yourself,” he spoke to Jhyn's vacant eyes. “Don't tell Mack, but, I almost find it adorable, you know?” he said and pinched her cheeks, feeling a jostle of her loose jaw and groan whimpering through her lips, “Fmmg.” 
	“It’s a bit like one of those school recitals, you know? Dressed up and acting all important, endearing…” The wolf fitted a fingerless glove on his right paw, cracking one knuckle after the other into the position of a fist, -Ckth- -Kllrrrkcth- -Crkkt-Kxxct-. All that remained was his thumb pointing upwards. “For a burglar, yer a mess,” as he spoke he rotated his fist to give her the thumbs down. “On the other hand,” he said, placing his left paw on her shoulder, securing her in place, “if you got the brainpower, then tell your boss they're free to send more condoms our way.” His thumb folded into the fist, 
	Once the fist closed his arm cocked back, and with a spring-loaded action his arm launched, the fist shooting down into the soft, filled abdomen. The knuckles struck into the coat, with an initial rattle of Jhyn's skin -Chhsrlrlpfh- Only to follow through with the force, crashing through the jiggling lard of her engorged abdomen like he was burying his fist through butter, the skin completely enveloping his fist and forearm as it sunk into the cum-clogged container -Chhgbrbgllgngsh-. Then in the wake of the strike barrelling down through her, the sluggish abdomen begun to react to the fist, lagging behind in feeling the force crashing through it. All at once her belly folded like a parachute, the thick contained clutch of adipose and spunk warping and flowing like oil under the inflicted strength, expanded to a crater of folded, rippling gut spreading out all across her, smothering her thighs, chest, and expanding the wingspan of her midriff twofold away from her. The stomach fanned out in a broad consecutive folds of rounded flab around the fist in the center, now only the knuckles and front fingers moulding into the stomach as the rest projected outwards. In the middle of the crater formation Jhyn's eyelids snapped open, the filled and tormented senses kickstarted to high gear under the application of pistoned thrust. Jhyn feeling the jolts and tremors of the strike thrashing through her, ossifying her nerves, so she could feel the tissue solidify and shatter under the tremors cascading through every cent of her frame.
	Her jaw dipping to hang open in a cry. The floundering expansion of the gut was as grand as it was brief, as the limits of the abs and the belly's limits were tested the chub recoiled, cracking back like a whip to compile over the wolf's fist, the fanned out gut clapping back in around the arm with a swap of slapping a face with a T-bone steak -Chrwrpth-. The stomach collecting underneath the strike, broiling and burgeoning under the lupine's knuckle, gathering at the center of the force to throw it back. Tyko's arm was a freight train: its course unaltered and its mass unmatched as it rammed through the abdomen. Force, physics and biology that stood against it in an effort to repel – or at least slow down – the knuckle was left in shambles… which meant all the junk filling up the feline's abdomen had only one other place to go. A storm of grumble and growls surged through the Jaguar, as the compiled stomach and colon were sandwiched and compressed under the force of the wolf's fist. Jhyn's head titled back when her cry turned to a wheeze for air, her body twitching in spasms from untold kilos and liters of displaced solids and balms crashed through her. All of it converged at her splayed crotch. 
	Jhyn's pussy first flared outwards in a dance of shudders from the air that was trapped in her birth canal venting through in one huff, only for a vacuum to form within which her vulva as it sucked back into, her pussy cannibalizing itself in the need to fill the empty space, curving inwards… for the few moments before the tidal wave of cum caught up. A mire of white flooded her pussy, drenching it in the pale batter before it flared out again from the unrestrained thrust of the rushing liquid, bristles broken off from the stream and cast out like a spiderweb from the peak of the ruffled slit, the salvo of cum exploding out of her snatch in a geyser of raw pearly white goo. The lauch arching across the communal yard in a malformed rainbow to hose down the back of the building. A hail of splintered cum strands smattering against the concrete before the torrent doused the walls in glimmering ivory. The spunk reflecting the same light as the moon; streams of silver crossing the heavens and unloading across balconies, and drooling down walls and drowning houseplants in its wake to be mummified in a splatter of pent up ooze. 
	Though just because liquid travels the path of least resistance, it does not choose but one path. Jhyn watched the geyser project out of her crotch, and at the same time she felt the warm, creamy milk furling up her neck, boiling in her gullet and clotting her maw full, her cheeks inflating like a hoarding chipmunk, bloated to sag down towards her shoulder before it escaped through her maw, parting her lips and launched – a fountain of wolf milk, jolts of the pummel racking up through her rack and giving her crash cushion a real scare in their jostling jumps of tension: Jhyn's tits dressed in the dregs of the degenerate's dog dressing painting her torso into an abstract art piece – she was both implement and canvas all at once, and her medium was womb and gut marinated wolf whey. 


As Jhyn's abdomen contracted in deflation towards the center of Tyko's fist, her pucker lagging behind, twitching and winking taut as the gruelling gurgles and shudders sloshed through her insides. She felt her legs spiked stiff like a statue in the thrashing force waging through her bowels, numbing her lap, so she could only feel it as though from a distance, an angled sensation of having her hind probed with the onslaught of sludge that her plug had safely stored inside her for weeks on her missions… the brim constricting and contracting back into its own pit before the bulwark lumbered through her rectum, her brim blooming open and protruding forth in the crown of a tulip as the onslaught of mulch erupted. Her splayed brim arching around the girth of the muck unleashed through her to make her hind mimic the appearance of an actual volcano… The Pillar of raw sewage soared through the air, weeks of fermentation and constraint in a tight ass Jaguar blasting in weighty arches through the air. Though the general curve of the path was a close match. Were one to observe it in profile, you would witness how the bowel excrement and ejaculate's density impacted their trajectory, despite the force which fuelled them remaining the same. 
	The grime hit the first floor balconey on the building, the bowel forged pummel hammering into the iron fencing surround the alcove to -Chhhttnggh-. Slamming a dent into it before the restful force left the doughy gruel to mingle and slough through the lattice of in the barricade, anchoring it in place. 
	Jhyn’s rear pit pitching the plodding pucker harder, the first ends of the trail began to slime from the balcony, the conal thrust formed it to loop over itself, the sludge breaking, tearing through its own coils, leaving a tail of sludge anchored and lumped in tangles from the first floor, as the ambitious airborne cargo of colon chocolate cast up against the concrete, smattering against it with a plaster of caulk -Cshhagltpathagh- -Tpthtahmp- and rolling upwards to smear and adhere to the wall like a loop of toothpaste. -Cjsrlprhahthat- The muck was truncated and coiled along the wall, soon to be drizzled and slathered in the raining cum from above, a creamy froth to mingle with the dense chocolate pudding baked through the felines' fanny funnel. The deluge of cat clay and pussy frosting muddling the wall in its mishmash pattern of dark auburn and creamy ivory; cracks and fissures lining the gunk filled in with gleaming white, riding down the trenches like plumes of molten chalk, and a constant patter and slobber with crinkles of old crackling into old glue rupturing from the speckles the pummelled feline pelted the compound with her loads of gut gruel and pussy milk. -Ckwkpththtghap- -Callpghththt- -Klllptwwlpssh-. 
	Jhyn's gut steadily deflated, from the husk of cum spluttering halfway across its arch, to the muck winding in broader, lengthy heads, piling at the wall of the complex opposite the yard like a breeding ball of mud anacondas. Her abdomen folding inwards, jostling as it approached the clutches of Tyko's fist, the jiggling clenching up around the fist and sprawling gut in a concave pit around it, still reverberating from the thrust that had pinned her into the right angle of the wall. “Mppfhahwghch. Pghhawhc,” she grunted and gurgled under the trickle of spunk hazing down her neck. The eruption at her mouth concocting her from the head down past the shoulder in a shroud of white globules – the top of the black feline transformed into a melting wax candle. Her pucker jittered, stretching over the wide clog of dung wringing through her -Crrhht- Cllththp-. As it drew out, her brim hooked down clefts in the exterior cracks of the muck, as if her own pucker was clawing for it to stop, and the bulk finally began to listen. The pile slowing down to the crawl of a snail, as the halphazard sprits of spunk drizzled along the crawling trunk of gruel. The mound of filth still laid thick in her ass when her pussy was left to a lissome drool over the bale, drooping piddles of a molten ivory that engorged down the bale in a cloak, splitting the canyon of her ass. 
	“Hghhaa. Ghahgbrlrber,” bubbles formed where Jhyn's maw laid buried in the cum wax. 
	Tyko reached out, jostled her cheek, and tilted her head back, watching her neck swell under the drooling dollops of cream -Shgrllrotph- as she swallowed the load back down. “These, least you can give the decency to swallow.” 
	He rose and dusted off his cloak, pulling the glove off and folding it into his pocket. “I'd say you owe me some cream of your fresh reserves, ya know, after helping milk ya dry. But… I'm not gonna clean up the mess ya made for third rate product,” he commented. Then peered back at the wall. The parameter of influence from the impact veered out in a cone from Jhyn's legs, a splatter in a slough of hefty dung domes caking up the path toward the mountain at the opposite end, along the tangled beams of filth plastered on the wall, gradually creaking downwards like spaghetti loosing its grip on the fridge -Shhvlclpth-. It reminded him of a subway map someone had given up on haflway through, and then was vandalized by graffiti artists. And mimicking real life, that only made the look of it better. 
	“Alright people are gonna start showing up,” Mack said from where he stood around the corner, dusting his paws. “And it won’t just be some pitiful pussies either, so chop chop,” he clapped his paws for emphasis, “we're done here.” 
	Tyko brushed off his coat and adjusted his tie. “Tell your boss she's more than welcome to come gargle on my dick instead of sending a cock sleeve,” he mused as the wolves wandered out of the yard, leaving Jhyn panting, demolished, and as the culprit of the littering tainting the apartment complex. 


~ 2 ~


“Jhyn, Jhyn… Is there some brain left in there?” 
	Jhyn grunted, peeking upward, seeing a dark figure drying off her face with a napkin, and discarding the cum soaked rag. She empathised with that napkin. 
	“You breathe, good. Are you alright?” 
	“Mmfghsh…” she grunted. And feeling up along the wall with her arm, until she had enough agency to fit her fist down her muzzle, swallowing down her arm to rummage in her gullet, until she caught a grip of what she was seeking, and reeled her forearm back out, clutching a computer drive, drooping in undeserved lust. “Hwehh, hehe,” she wheezed, then turned to spit on the ground -Clllpaat-Kclltk- a chunk of fang loosened and ejected with the clotted drool. “Boss,” Jhyn wheezed, “am I ever thankful that you signed me up for dental…~”