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The Mercenary

The hour was late. Dismal gray clouds drifted across the vast, dark sky above, preventing the moon's light from reaching the pine forest below. Only by torchlight could the mercenaries see.

"Alright, guys. The time to move is now," said Dakota, a strong, well-built timber wolf that served as the group's leader. His subordinates surrounded him in a circle, listening carefully. "Just like we discussed. We'll split into four teams, one for each corner of the village. Knock on peoples' doors, politely ask for their tax money, and if everything goes well, we'll be in and out with minimal issues."

"And if they decline to pay?" Makuta asked. The blue-furred, orange-eyed cat had been silent up to that point, but he always liked to make sure he had a clear understanding of the plan.

Dakota frowned and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, our orders are to secure the village, no matter the cost. We all have weapons, and these are just simple village rats, so it's unlikely they'll be armed. We'll use force if need be, but only as a last resort, if they refuse to pay."

"Got it," Makuta said softly, nodding.

On this fateful night, the mercenary group Regen Nacht would be securing the poor rat-clan village of Bellbourn, just north of the rat clan's capital city. The mercenaries worked for the king of Armello himself. The rat clan, one of several under the king's domain, had a history of rebellious actions against the king's rule. Many of the rat clan's settlements, Bellbourn included, were refusing to pay their taxes. It was Regen Nacht's responsibility to put an end to the insurgency.

In truth, Makuta held little allegiance to the king or his desire for increased control over the clans. His work as a mercenary was decent pay and helped him stay afloat. That's all there was to it.

There was no reason to expect anything bad from their mission. As Dakota had said, Bellbourn was a village of simple poor folk. In all likelihood, they'd be compliant and hand over the money. But Makuta couldn't help but feel a strange sense of apprehension, as if some terrible fate were looming over him, waiting to strike in the coming hours.

Don't be silly, Makuta, he pondered to himself, shaking the thought out of his head. He looked up at the dark skyscape above, and the frigid late-night breeze whooshed through the surrounding trees of the forest. It's probably just the weather that's got you all riled up.

"All right," Dakota said firmly, facing his men. "Let's go get this done."

Dakota marched off, through the forest and along the path to the village. Makuta and all ten of his other fellow mercenaries followed close behind.

"We're with you, yeah?" said a voice from behind Makuta. He looked over and saw Garvey, a rabbit with a lithe but sturdy build. Beside the rabbit was Leopold, a black bear with the hood of his cloak pulled over his head.

"Yeah, I believe so," Makuta replied with a nod. "We've got the northeast corner, right by the edge of the forest."

There were twelve members of Regen Nacht, so each of the four teams would consist of three individuals. Dakota had appointed three of his subordinates to be team leaders the day before, and Makuta, being an experienced mercenary that Dakota knew well and trusted, was chosen to be one of them.

"Sounds good to me," Garvey replied casually. Leopold simply nodded.

Feeling anxious again as they approached the village, Makuta reached a paw down and gripped the handle of his sword, sheathed to his hip on his right side. While his gaze was focused on the group's path of travel, having a firm hold on his weapon made him feel much more secure. Just like Dakota said, everything should go smoothly, he thought to himself. He drummed his fingers along the hilt a few times, as if to just reassure himself that the sword was still there, then cautiously pulled the paw away. I just hope it doesn't come to me needing to use this thing.

An upcoming clearing soon appeared amidst the trees, and just a few moments of walking later, the mercenaries were taking their first steps into the southern streets of Bellbourn.

Dakota turned around to face his men one last time. "Alright, time to split up! Team A, you're with me, we've got the northwest corner. Team D, follow Makuta to the northeastern side. The rest of you stay down here. Let's go!"

"Aye!" replied a small chorus of voices. Dakota and his two partners charged off, up and to the left. Following suit, Makuta waved to Leopold and Garvey and bolted off to the right and northward, through the dimly-lit maze of dirt roads, houses and stores.

Garvey glanced down at his map. "Right up here is where we should start, Makuta," he said, pointing to somewhere up ahead. Makuta nodded silently and scanned his surroundings. Although the village appeared almost completely desolate when they arrived, their presence was starting to stir up some commotion. To either side of him, rat folk were peering out from their windows or opening their front doors, obviously curious about Makuta and the others. He could see a few small children pointing, in all likelihood because they had never even seen someone of Makuta's species before.

"Here we are," Makuta muttered to Garvey and Leopold, all three of them coming to a stop before a small cottage near the eastern edge of town. "We'll start here and move north." Both the rabbit and the bear nodded, then dashed away to collect taxes from other nearby houses.

Facing the door of the cottage, Makuta took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as best he could. He reached forward, lightly rapped on the cottage's small wooden door, then waited patiently.

The door creaked open a few seconds later. A short, older-looking woman dressed in loose-fitting robes was standing there, peering up at Makuta with an alarmed expression on her face. "Who...who are--"

"I'm here under the direct orders of His Majesty," Makuta said sternly, cutting her off. "My people are here to collect taxes, nothing more. We don't mean you any harm."

"Oh..." she replied. She looked down at her feet, her complexion appearing sad and deflated. "Just give me one moment." She turned around and wobbled back into her home and opened up a small chest near the entrance, rummaging through its contents in a feeble attempt to find the currency necessary to satiate the king's desires. Makuta waited patiently, tapping his foot.

A moment later, the woman closed the chest, came back to the open doorway, and dropped a few small coins into Makuta's open paw.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's all I have..."

Makuta kept his face straight. "That's alright. Thank you for your cooperation." He stuffed the coins into his drop pouch and turned, marching off to the next house in line. He heard the cottage door quietly glide shut behind him.

It's kind of terrible, he contemplated as he walked, taking the little money these people have, just to keep the king happy. A sullen expression crept onto Makuta's face. The experience was nothing new to him. Many times before, he had to rob innocent people of what little they had left, just to keep the kingdom from falling into madness. Eventually he got used to the unfortunate reality of the world he lived in, but that didn't mean the action of taking from the disadvantaged ever got any easier.

"Hey! What the hell?!" shouted a familiar voice. The sound brought Makuta back to his senses. He stopped in his tracks and quickly turned his attention to the scene unfolding a short distance ahead.

Garvey had drawn his sword, quickly deflecting the strike of a cloaked figure who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Lying on the ground wounded and unconscious was Leopold, a small pool of blood growing underneath him. Several more cloaked individuals dashed out from behind the houses to Makuta's right, also towards Garvey's location.

Shit! What do I do? Makuta thought frantically, searching the surrounding area with his eyes. He sensed a sudden flurry of movement behind him and quickly turned on his heels, drawing his sword just in time to block the slash of yet another ambusher. The cat made a few attempts to jab at him, but he deftly dodged them and backed off.

Makuta opened his mouth, intending to demand a purpose for the sudden ambush, but before he could utter a sound, he felt the cold steel blade of a dagger press up against his throat. In a matter of seconds, the cloaked figures had him completely encircled.

"Drop your weapon," said the figure behind him, his tone cold and commanding. Seeing no other options, Makuta did just as he was told. His sword hit the dirt ground with a small thud.

"We got this one too!" shouted the raspy voice of the one that had initially attacked Makuta. He pulled the hood down from his cloak, revealing his face--just as Makuta expected, he was a rat, with dark obsidian fur and standing about a foot shorter than Makuta. His eyes scanned Makuta up and down, carefully observing him and all his features--his lithe build, the brown tunic he wore, the curious navy-blue color of his fur--and then he grinned.

"I think the chief'll take a liking to this one," he said with a snicker. "Bag him up. We're taking him back with us."

Before Makuta even had time to imagine what the black rat might've meant, a large brown bag was shoved over his head, completely obstructing his vision. Someone grabbed his paws forcefully and bound them together behind his back with rope. Then he felt a sudden shove from behind him. He received only one word, a simple command.

"Forward."

Makuta began to walk. Although the bag on his head muffled all the outside world's sounds, he could still hear the faint sounds of muttering and distant commotion, possible from struggles taking place elsewhere in the village. Did Dakota and the others get ambushed too? Makuta pondered worriedly. Dakota's strong and smart, so are a lot of the others...maybe they managed to fend off against those rat clan soldiers. But...

It didn't matter. The likelihood of even Dakota escaping such an intense amush--assuming the western edge of town was hit as hard as they were--was slim at best. One way or another, their tax-collecting mission was over. The king would be gravely disappointed whether anyone from Regen Nacht survived or not.

The walk was long. Every once and a while, one of the rats would give him a small push on either shoulder to redirect him. The ground beneath his boots felt soft and crunchy--much like a bed of pine needles. So they were in the forest, then. Makuta could only guess at where they were taking him.

Although he had plenty of time to think, he didn't. Based on the ferocity the rats displayed earlier and their overwhelming numbers, Makuta knew trying to make any attempt at escape would almost certainly result in him being slayed. He couldn't hope to divulge a method of escape, and knowing that, the direness of the situation was too painful to consider either. His life as he knew it was over. It was easier to just force those thoughts out of his mind entirely and keep walking forward.

An amount of time later--whether it was minutes or hours, Makuta had no clue--he felt the path change from forest to stone. They walked along this new stone path for a short time, before ascending a short stairway and pausing. Makuta heard the sound of large wooden doors creaking open. He was directed to walk forward again, and then a moment later, he heard those same doors creak back into a closed position.

"My, my...what do we have here?" said a menacing, feminine voice.

A paw grabbed Makuta by the back of the neck and shoved him down to the floor, onto his knees. He let out a stifled grunt of pain. Then the same paw yanked the bag off his head, finally returning Makuta's vision.

He was inside a building of some variety--it was dimly lit, and only by the torches hanging along the walls was illumination provided. The room was spacious and there was a lot to see. Glancing from side to side, he could even see that he wasn't alone--he counted four other mercenaries total, one to his right and three to his left. To his immediate left was Garvey. He was bruised and his fur was caked in dried blood, and the expression on his face appeared to have all the hope and optimism sucked right out of it. Neither Dakota nor Leopold were present.

It was neither the various furniture and ornaments nor his fellow mercenaries, however, that ultimately caught Makuta's attention. Standing a short distance before him was a large, portly rat with fur patterned brown and white. She wore a fancy red dress with purple and white embellishments, a fancy pink ruff, and a frightfully blood-stained apron, tied to her waist. Beaded necklaces and a red gemstone hung around her neck, and held in her paws were a butcher's knife in one and a pink fan with floral designs in the other. She strolled from one side of the room to the other a few times, carefully studying each of the captured mercenaries.

Makuta gulped nervously and stared. Her appearance was extremely intimidating, of course--but a small voice in the back of Makuta's mind couldn't help but admire her body as well. The rat's figure was immensely large and round in all the right places--exactly the type of woman that enticed Makuta. His eyes kept tracing up and down her amazing figure, just imagining what it might be like to get an even closer look. He was just as much scared out of his mind as he was seduced by erotic allure.

"Your thoughts, Chief Griotte?" asked the same black rat from before as he strolled up to the front of the room.

"Hmm..." she muttered softly, pausing near the middle of the room and looking from side to side, inspecting them all once more. Then she strolled over to Makuta until she was standing right in front of him, glaring down at the relatively meager cat and smirking wickedly. "I think I like this one, Retchin."

Makuta's heart skipped a beat.

"Have him stripped down and cleaned up, then brought to my chamber," Griotte said simply. "Put the rest of them in storage for now."

"Right away, Chief," Retchin replied. The rat went behind Makuta and grabbed his arms, yanking him back up to his feet and pushing him towards a door on the right side of the room. Glancing behind him, Makuta got one last look at Garvey and the others before being forced away. The rabbit's mournful eyes met his for a brief moment. They looked like they were saying goodbye.

Retchin shut the door behind them and guided Makuta down a long hallway, eventually turning into a barren washroom on the right.

She...she wants me? Makuta pondered in disbelief. For what?

"You should be grateful," Retchin said casually, starting to answer Makuta's question. "You've been chosen to be Chief Griotte's new personal slave."

"That's considered lucky?" Makuta replied with a hostile growl, appalled by the mere suggestion of it. "What kind of convoluted bullshit is that?"

Retchin slugged the cat with his fist, causing him to yelp out in pain and collapse to his knees.

"Your friends back in the other room probably won't end up with such a fortunate fate," Retchin said simply, glaring down at the cat. "At least this way you'll survive. Assuming you keep your filthy trap shut, anyways..."

Two rats who had followed Retchin into the room stood at the ready, holding pails of water and rags--and one of them held a small dagger as well, twirling it idly in his paw. Retchin nodded to them, said, "Alright, go ahead," then exited the room.

One of the rats went behind Makuta, pulling him back up to his feet and then restraining him in place with a tight grip. The other one--the one with the dagger--started slicing right through the cat's clothes and pulling it off in chunks. The action itself was very telling of the cat's fate; clearly, his clothes no longer served any purpose, and so the rats saw no reason to keep them on his body. He wouldn't be needing them anymore.

There was little Makuta could do. Physically he was beaten and exhausted, and the sheer embarrassment of having his clothes destroyed and pulled right off his naked, exposed body was enough humiliation to drain whatever remaining strength--mental or physical--he had remaining.

They couldn't even save me the dignity of taking it off myself? he thought meekly.

After stripped of all the clothes on his body, the two rats took turns pouring water onto him, washing away the dirt and grime and then drying him off with rags until he was a nice, clean specimen--surely what Griotte was looking for.

The two rats dragged the naked Makuta away, out of the washroom and back down the hallway until they reached another door, this time on the left. Looking around, he found himself inside a chamber. A very large bed--no doubt belonging to Chief Griotte herself--was positioned in the center of the room, with a heavy steel chain attached to the side. The two rats guided Makuta to the bed, forced him down onto his knees once more, and only now did they finally remove the rope binding his paws together--only to replace it with the end of the chain, latching it around Makuta's neck and securely locking it in place. As soon as this was done, they promptly vacated the room, and Makuta remained, naked and alone.

Hours passed. All things considered, Makuta didn't feel uncomfortable--the chain tethered to his neck was unwieldy and far too strong for him to even hope to break free of, but it wasn't particularly bothersome. The room was a mildly warm temperature--perhaps thanks to the fireplace on the far side, crackling quietly amidst the silent air. In a strange way, it was almost peaceful. He couldn't leave of course, despite how desperately he wanted to, but at least now he was alone. With the night's exhaustion setting in, he decided to lay down on the edge of the bed and close his eyes, and soon he drifted off to sleep.

(...)

"Hey," said a distant voice, slowly easing Makuta's eyes open. The voice sounded familiar, but it took him a moment to match it with a face.

"Wake up, dearie," she said again, tugging on the chain this time. Makuta quickly snapped back into awareness, sitting up on the corner of the bed and looking over to the large rat on the opposite side. None other than Chief Griotte herself was there, grinning smugly now that Makuta was finally awake. "Took you long enough."

Makuta wasn't sure how to respond. All he could do was stare at the magnificent display before him. Up close, it was all the more apparent how alluring Griotte's broad, chubby frame was. Contrary to earlier, however, she was now only wearing a pair of stockings, a particularly minimalist piece of lingerie, and a bra that could barely contain her massive breasts. Her legs were spread wide apart, perhaps invitingly. In her paws she held the end of the chain bound to Makuta's neck.

"Like what you see, darling?" she said, almost mockingly. There was a momentary pause, seemingly given for Makuta to provide an answer to Griotte's question--something that he couldn't bring himself to formulate. He was too awestruck by her amazing body.

"Come take a closer look," Griotte finally said, tugging on the chain. Makuta felt the metal lock around his neck jerk him forward. He didn't resist.

Is this...for real? Makuta found himself asking as he obediently crawled forward, led by the chain's diminishing length as Griotte reeled him in like a hooked fish. He was trembling, afraid of what the rat might have planned, but he couldn't suppress his growing excitement either. Down by his bare crotch, he could feel his member slowly getting excited. Just admitting to himself that he was aroused despite being imprisoned and at Griotte's mercy was deeply embarrassing, but he pushed that fact to the back of his mind. His instincts for survival and pleasure, as starkly opposite as they were, were the sole two factors influencing his thoughts.

"I'll make this simple for you," Griotte said, glaring down at Makuta firmly. Being held closely by Griotte's chain, he was now mere inches away from her face. "You're my toy now. You're nothing but my little plaything, and if you'd like so much as a chance of staying alive, you'll obey me. Got it?"

So that's it, then. I'm her slave, effective immediately and forever. Makuta gulped down his growing fear and nodded timidly, agreeing to Griotte's terms. My whole being belongs to her now...

Seeing Makuta's response, she grinned and chuckled to herself, happy to see him submit so easily. She forced Makuta's head down between her thighs and slipped a paw under the thin lingerie, tugging it out of the way. Her next command was simple. "Entertain me."

Just as Griotte commanded, Makuta leaned in and pressed the tip of his muzzle up against Griotte's pussy. He started licking along its surface with his tongue, starting to prompt some soft moans out of her. It took only a matter of seconds before his cock had fully emerged from his sheath, hard and throbbing excitedly. Fear still lingered in his mind, but it was slowly eroded away by the moment's heat, with lust filling it's wake.

Going a bit deeper now, Makuta slipped his tongue in, starting to explore inside Griotte's pussy. She placed a paw on the cat's head and shoved his face up even closer to her vagina. "Mmmm...deeper, deeper," she instructed, followed by her uttering a long, passionate moan. Clearly she was enjoying her new toy's handiwork.

Being pressed up so close, Makuta could hardly breath, but he kept going to make sure Griotte was stimulated to the best of his ability. He kept exploring as he pushed his tongue in deeper and deeper, making out with her pussy in a sloppy onrush of kisses. At one point he even pressed deep enough that the entire tip of his muzzle slipped into her. The sensation was strange and unusual, but arousing as well, judging by the loud moan of pleasure Griotte let out as it happened--and Makuta imagined that if Griotte had wanted, she could have easily pushed him in even further than that.

After a few more long, steamy minutes, Griotte finally let go of Makuta and pushed his head away. He looked up at her with a twinge of fear, hoping that he hadn't done anything wrong. Thankfully, Griotte's expression was still an elated, approving smirk, easing Makuta's worries.

"You've been a very good pet so far," she said with an alluring tone of voice, grinning at Makuta. "I think a good pet like you has earned a little reward."

A...a reward? Makuta thought silently, wondering what Griotte could have meant. He didn't have to wonder for long though. Just a moment later, with a wide, mischievous grin on her face, Griotte shoved Makuta over, pushing him onto his back. His eyes widened in surprise, watching as Griotte leaned down and placed her weight on top of Makuta's lower half, pressing her large breasts down on Makuta's crotch. His cock--still erect and at this point, leaking rather profusely from all the excitement--slipped right in between Griotte's boobs, nearly completely vanishing between their massive girth.

"Mmmmff!" Makuta moaned out, stifling the moan by biting his lip. Thus far he had been trying his best to keep quiet, afraid of the possibility that any words or noises he'd make might somehow upset Griotte.

On the contrary, Griotte snickered and replied, "Go ahead, moan louder, dearie!" She looked down at the cat, licking her lips in amorous hunger as she bounced her tits up and down, rubbing against Makuta's throbbing cock and jerking it off.

"Uuuunnnhhh..." Makuta gripped onto the bed sheets and groaned out again, this time letting it come out loud and clear. Precum continued to leak and spurt out from his cock, onto Griotte's chest and a little bit of it even splattering onto her cheek. She didn't appear to mind, even sniggering devilishly and moaning again herself as she slipped her tongue out and licked it off.

This...is so amazing...nothing has ever felt better, Makuta pondered in his broken train of thought, fractured by the intense waves of pleasure flowing through his body. His cock was firmly locked between Griotte's tits, and he could even take pleasure in the fact that the rest of her big, chubby body was pressing down on his lower half with all it's glorious weight.

Griotte's tit-fucking of Makuta continued, and eventually he could feel himself reaching his climax. He let out a loud series of moans, sure that he'd release his load in just the next few moments...until suddenly, Griotte pulled away, slipping Makuta's dick out from her tits.

Makuta looked up at her, panting and blushing red from all the intense pleasure, and confused as to why she was pulling off. Is that the whole reward? he thought. I didn't get to cum, but...I guess I should've expected as much, being her slave.

"Now, this is where the realfun begins, dearie," Griotte chimed brightly, still wearing that same devilish grin on her face. She climbed up onto Makuta's body, approaching him until her pussy was aligned with Makuta's eager, throbbing cock.

Makuta could hardly believe it. Fucking a big, chubby lady like Griotte was the sort of situation he only thought he'd partake in in his dreams. Granted, Griotte was clearly the one in charge, whereas in his current position, Makuta was completely helpless, bound both to the chains of his captivity and Griotte's will. But that didn't matter. The moment Griotte's slick, wet pussy slipped onto Makuta's cock like a glove sent him directly in a paradise of unimaginable pleasure.

"Aaaahhh! Mmmfff..." Makuta moaned out loudly, completely unable to control his vocalizations. Griotte started bouncing up and down on Makuta, moaning out loudly as well, her voice echoing throughout the whole room. The pussy, despite its size and how much it could stretch, clung tightly around Makuta's dick, squeezing it sensually with every thrust in and out of Griotte.

For several more minutes, Griotte continued to ride Makuta, the speed and force of her thrusts increasing steadily as she drew out as much pleasure from her toy as she could. Makuta held back from bursting his load with all the willpower he could muster, desperate to not cum before Griotte explicitly gave him permission--assuming she had plans to allow him the chance, anyways.

The order couldn't come soon enough. "Cum in me, my slave!" Griotte demanded, letting out a wild roar of pleasure as she approached her climax as well. Makuta joined her, groaning loudly as he finally let all the built-up pleasure release. His cock throbbed wildly as it began spurting out streams of sticky white cum into Griotte. A few moments passed as Makuta continued to release his orgasm and Griotte continued to ride him. Cum started leaking out from her pussy, spilling onto Makuta's crotch and the bed below.

A few long moments after the joint orgasm had concluded, Griotte pulled herself off Makuta's cock and sat down beside him. Makuta simply continued to lay there, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. After such an intense, energetic bout of intercourse with Griotte, the blue-furred cat was utterly exhausted.

Griotte looked down at him, watching his chest rise and fall with rapid, heavy breaths of air. By the look of it, she had completely worn him out.

"Did I really wear out my little plaything that quickly?" Griotte asked, rolling her eyes and chuckling apathetically. She scanned his body up and down. His eyes were closed, and she didn't see any visible reaction to her question. The thought suddenly occurred to her that he might not even be conscious.

Suddenly, Griotte's stomach let out a long, hungry growl. She looked down at it and sighed deeply. Having fun with her pets had a tendency to make her hungry afterwards, and in this particular case she was feeling remarkably famished. Her intimate session with Makuta had been one of the most simultaneously pleasureful and physically draining experiences she had ever had.

She looked back at the cat, lying there limp and frazzled with his paws still clutching firmly onto the bed's sheets. Griotte debated for a long moment whether he was actually worth saving--considering what an immensely satiating time he had given her, she was almost tempted to keep him for later. She rarely ever did that, however, usually opting to have her playthings satisfy her hunger instead.

"I'm sorry, dearie," Griotte said to the barely-conscious Makuta, quickly making up her mind. She grinned menacingly and licked her chops. "But I'm absolutely famished, and you look far too tasty to pass up."

She grabbed a shiny silver key from a compartment of the nightstand beside her bed and reached for Makuta's neck. She slid the key into the lock, opening up the steel ring around the cat's neck and freeing him from the chains. Still, he remained seemingly unaware of his impending fate.

Griotte wrapped her paws around Makuta's midsection and heaved the lithe, blue-furred cat upward, an easy feat with her superior strength. Only now with his body hovering in the air in Griotte's grasp did Makuta's eyes finally ease open. He looked at her face in a haze of confusion, seeing the desire in her eyes as she licked her chops longingly and then opened her maw up wide, ready for a tasty meal. It took him a minute, but as Griotte lowered him down, Makuta finally realized what was about to happen to him. His eyes went wide with intense fear. He started squirming around desperately, trying to break free from her grasp.

It was no use. Griotte was much larger, much stronger. And she was very hungry.

The sight, had it not been such a dire situation for Makuta, might've even been considered comical. A rat consuming a cat, the complete opposite of what you'd expect from each species' origins in mother nature. Cats were supposed to be predators, and rodents, their prey. But Makuta, struggling so desperately and failing to move so much as an inch from Griotte's clasp, was destined to be nothing more than a tasty meal for the great rat-clan chieftess.

Hungry and eager to consume her meal, Griotte shoved the cat down into her maw headfirst, quickly engulfing his head. She wrapped her tongue around his head, slurping around his face teasingly before gulping down hard, starting to drag the poor cat into her tight gullet. Her maw opened wider, taking in Makuta's shoulders and then his upper chest too, pinning his flailing arms to his chest.

As Griotte continued to swallow her meal greedily, Makuta slid down further and further. Muffled sounds started coming out from somewhere in the dark abyss of her gullet--desperate shouts and pleas for help, no doubt--but she couldn't quite make out what her prey was saying, and either way she didn't really care to know.

As Makuta glided down her slick throat even further, his form started to bulge out from Griotte's neck. She took a paw off Makuta's side and placed it on her neck, feeling the bulging, struggling form of Makuta travel down slowly with each additional gulp.

She swallowed Makuta's whole chest with ease, eventually reaching his crotch. She slid her tongue along the cat's now-limp cock and balls, tasting all the cum on them leftover from their fun earlier. Makuta's legs still kicked around weakly outside her maw, but overall the ferocity of his struggles had declined quite a bit, no doubt because he was still exhausted from earlier. She took the other paw away, having enough of the cat in her maw and down her throat already that she could swallow the rest of him with just the raw power of her throat.

She slurped up his legs and his tail like fuzzy noodles, not putting up much of a challenge whatsoever. Eventually, the only part of Makuta that still remained outside Griotte's mouth were Makuta's feet paws, hanging off the edge of her tongue and wiggling around weakly. She gulped down one last time, feeling his paws disappear down her gullet. The rat clamped her maw shut, feeling Makuta's bulging form glide down her neck and plop down into her stomach just a short moment later.

"UuuuuurrrrrrrAAAAAAPP!" uttered Griotte, letting out a loud, booming belch. She gave her squirming gut a few pats and sighed deeply, her hunger finally satiated by the delicious, squirming meal that Makuta made. She laid back in her bed and looked down at her belly, now even larger than it had been before. Every few moments, a vague imprint would press out in one direction or another, desperately trying to escape from Griotte's tight stomach.

"I have to admit, it was indeed fun to have an amorous little cat like you entertain me," Griotte said as she grinned to herself and rubbed her gut, "but I think you served your purpose far better as meat for my stomach."

She heard a small noise emanate from somewhere deep within her--perhaps it was Makuta, trying to say something? She could still feel Makuta struggling, although his squirms were quickly vanishing as her stomach made quick work of her prey. Feeling full, content and happy with the night's turnout, Griotte closed her eyes, drifting off into a comfortable sleep as Makuta was slowly churned away deep within her.

(...)

Griotte awoke late the next morning, having slept very deeply and comfortably. She rubbed her eyes and let out a loud yawn, stretching her arms out as she sat up on the side of her bed.

Oh, that's right, she recalled after a moment, looking down at her belly. It was perhaps just a bit larger than it had been the previous day, thanks to the generous additions of a certain pet of hers. She smirked and patted her gut a few times, appreciating the extra heft. But she knew that a little extra weight wasn't the only thing that remained of the unfortunate Makuta.

She stood up from her bed and walked a few short paces away, then squatted down and reached behind her, gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks wide apart. From the moment she woke up, she could feel that her bowels were ready to release what remained of the previous night's meal. All it took was a little push.

Her hole spread open, the first of several large brown logs of shit slowly easing its way out and falling to the ground below with a loud thud. Griotte grunted, pushing harder as several more came out, forming a massive pile of shit on the ground beneath her. Throughout the long, massive logs were a wide array of different bones that once belonged to a cat named Makuta, but that didn't matter anymore. Whoever he was before, he was nothing more than a pile of rat shit now.

There was a knock on the door. "You can come in," Griotte responded, standing back up and wandering over the door's direction.

The door creaked open, and standing there was Retchin. "Good morning, Chief Griotte."

"Good morning," Griotte replied. She casually pointed a thumb back at the huge pile of waste behind her. "I'm finished with last night's slave."

"Yes, I...can see that, Chief," the dark-furred rat said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head dismally. It was a common sight in the morning.

"We brought you the next one you selected. Do you want him now?" Retchin inquired, looking up at the chief squarely.

"Of course, bring him in," Griotte replied, snickering. "And clean up that mess too, won't you?"

"Yes, chief," Retchin replied. He turned around to the small crowd of four fellow rats standing just outside the doorway. "You heard her. Go get started."

Two of the rats set off to start shoveling up what was left of Makuta, while the other two brought in a sturdy, muscular rabbit, naked with his paws tied behind his back. His eyes went wide when he saw Makuta's remains, lingering on them for a long moment before peering up at Griotte in fear.

"Oh, don't mind that, that's just your friend. He'll be cleaned up in a minute," Griotte said, giving Garvey a wicked grin as she scanned him up and down, studying his figure carefully. "Now, then...I think it's time to have some fun with you, dearie."