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Basti didn't exactly blend in much of the time, being a bright purple fox and all. Yet that was precisely why he was such a good fit for going undercover with the gang. The big boss oryx never would have suspected someone who so blatantly stood out among a crowd was the one her rival sent to do some spying, after all. Basti's boss was smarter than that.

He and Dairinn had butted heads plenty of times over matters trivial and major alike in the past. Basti's orders were to collect anything that might have been useful, anything that might have helped undermine Dairinn's activities in the region. Nothing violent, nothing too disruptive that could have been traced back to his employer.

He still had to be careful, of course. The boss herself wasn't exactly physically imposing, but she kept all sorts of muscle populating her favourite bar and base of operations. Basti looked up from his drink to scan around at the various lieutenants lazing about the place. They were keeping an eye on him too.

It was hard to say who was the most menacing. The massive croc and the smaller but still hefty black wolf on one side of the room were boisterous and cheery after a few drinks, but he still caught them glancing his way now and then. They were probably more coherent than they appeared, putting on a drunken performance but maintaining their vigilance. The intense blues of a grim-looking husky woman glared his way whenever his gaze dared stray in her direction. She wasn't as big, but he knew she wasn't one to mess with. Nor was the small, stocky fanged feline with her.

Those four, Basti has successfully identified as among Dairinn's inner circle, just from what he'd managed to overhear. But what of the other colourful characters in the bar? Were they merely patrons or were they part of the gang too? There was that lovely blue gator humming to herself as she sipped something dark. Or that great big purple lizard, with her elegant frill around her head as she sat up on stage, softly serenading the patrons with her sultry tones. Even the bartender was someone he couldn't underestimate, despite the shiny frog's bubbly demeanour.

He had to be patient with so many eyes upon him, all of them threats in their own way. Only when the night had worn on near to closing time did he actually rise from his chair, feigning looking for a bathroom. He knew well where it was, but instead he headed in the opposite direction to slip into the back halls and quietly ascend a staircase that led to an office overlooking the rest of the bar. The boss was out that evening. All he needed to do was pick a lock - several locks - and enter a combination he'd watched her enter from the shadows. Dairinn was never lax on security.

A few clicks and clanks later, and he was in at last. The room was dark, but some light trickled in through the one-way glass that concealed the insides from the bar below. He crept about, looking for some papers to rifle through, or perhaps a ledger. Anything that he could have slipped under his clothes and left with was sure to make his boss plenty happy with him. He was pretty sure he saw what he looked for in the form of a folder resting atop Dairinn's desk. And he was also pretty sure he heard something breathing.

There was someone else. Someone Basti had forgotten. He didn't often roam the bar, preferring to keep close to Dairinn's side wherever she went, but for once he was on his own. The fox had disturbed his slumber, and for that he was getting pounded with all the force a beast like him could muster. Basti collapsed to the floor beneath the weight of the snarling cat, feeling those feline fangs wrapped snugly around his throat.

At first, he was certain it was all over. He was about to get mauled for his trespassing by the feral beast that the boss somehow kept as a pet. It wasn't clear to him if it was better or worse for his odds of survival when the lion spoke.

"You're not supposed to be here," he rumbled. "And don't try to tell me you're lost."

Well, there went Basti's first excuse. He faintly squirmed but didn't bother to struggle, not with those enormous fangs so close to his face.

"You ... must be Nanji. Aren't you usually with your boss?" Basti couldn't help asking.

"She's busy tonight. But she'll be back soon. Looks like I'm just going to have to hold you down until she gets here. Then she'll decide what to do with you."

"You can't be seriou- OOF!"

The lion cut the fox off mid-sentence when he laid his bulk right over the entirety of Basti's body. That was a big lion, easily large enough to completely smother him in sprawling cat. He found himself immersed in the thick, light mane around the lion's head. Nanji placed his paws down and took on a sphinx-like pose while he kept his captive silent and helpless for as long as it took for the oryx to ascend those stairs. Thankfully, it didn't take long.

Basti heard the clop clop of two hooves, but not the tap of a cane as usual. Just how did a woman with a notable limp walk up the stairs so quickly? Had she been faking it the entire time? Information like that was already enough to ensure Basti had what he needed. All he had to do was to find some way to get out of there alive. Maybe that involved negotiation, or maybe it involved running for his life the moment he got an opening. When that door opened and closed, locking in place, he knew talking was his only option left.

"Well well. What do we have here?"

Dairinn lowered her cane to the floor and slouched once more, returning to her unassuming pose once she saw she had company.

"Caught myself an interloper," Nanji grunted.

"Interloper is it? You know how I feel about those."

The lion chuckled. "Yep. Don't like 'em."

"In that case, you hardly needed to wait for me," she casually said, tapping over to where he laid. "Though let's have a good look at him anyway."

She crouched down to tuck her fingers under Basti's chin, tilting his muzzle towards her own. Examining him this way and that, peeling back his lips, she made him feel like a show animal, or perhaps a piece of meat. Maybe that was all he was, pinned there beneath the lion. Finally, she clicked her tongue and rose again to begin pacing.

"Aye, yes. You know, I will give you credit for one thing, fox. You had me fooled at first. Why would someone who stands out even among this crowd be the one sent to sneak in under my notice? Had you simply done your job and paid for your drinks, you might have made it home to daddy."

"Looks like you got greedy,' Nanji rumbled in his ear.

"Bang on, Nanji. A real eejit move."

"Eejit move," the lion repeated, chuckling.

Dairinn's gait straightened the more she paced. Eventually, she seemed to tire of the charade and set her cane aside with a little wink to the captive fox.

"That will be our little secret. And you won't be telling anyone when we are done with you. Nanji?"

She didn't have to give him a command. The lion knew what was next. Basti cried out in terror when he felt those teeth pressing against his skin, but the big cat didn't hurt him. He was simply stripping him down as efficiently as he knew how, That meant the end of nearly everything Basti had been wearing.

Those poor clothes didn't survive the assault of lion fangs ripping them to shreds, tearing them right off his body even if it meant getting a mouthful of shreds. He didn't dare move while Nanji did his thing, dragging off even those undergarments to leave him utterly exposed to the boss and her right hand cat.

"We can talk about this," Basti muttered, though even as he said it he wasn't quite sure why. Yet for all his doubts, he was surprised how well Dairinn took to his suggestion.

"Right, then. For sure. Let's negotiate."

He thought perhaps he grasped a moment of hope before he realized what she meant. The lion curled a paw around his chest and pulled him up to his knees so that he was right on level for that great, heavy sheath to drop right in front of his face. The boss was every bit as hung as a zebra, and all it took was lifting up her dress to reveal the considerable heft of it.

Her balls gave a little bounce once uncovered, and she swiftly demonstrated why she was in charge around there as her fat flare began to push forth, filling out along with the rest of her jet black cock. Basti was going to have to earn his freedom.

There was no other choice. He had a lion on his back, ready to gobble him up if he made even one wrong move. It was going to have to be the best blowjob he ever gave if he wanted to walk out of there. How he was even going to fit that thing in his mouth was beyond his immediate knowledge. He'd find a way.

The lion didn't let him think about it for long, giving an urgent little rumble and a bump of his chest against the fox's back. Basti leaned in, breathing in the big boss' scent, her feminine aroma mixed with something more blunt and pleasingly musky. A sniff, and then a little kiss, and he started licking that monstrous shaft to help it fill out to its full, impressive size.

Glazing his tongue along the flat tip had him already swiping up a considerable dose of precum. It stuck to his palate and doused him in her flavour, invading his every thought. Maybe it wasn't so bad getting caught like that. Maybe there was something fun about it. His dick certainly seemed to think so, firming up below just from giving Dai a few good slurps.

He worked his way around the flare and underneath it to lap up some of those generous flavours, slowly smooching and slurping down along every detail, every vein he could along the way. There was just so much to admire.

Eventually he dipped his nose down against her heavy nuts, nosing against the smooth, glossy orbs. They caught the light just right to look all the more attractive. He could feel them flexing, contracting with apparent need when he gave them even gentle strokes of his tongue. They were already churning up a load to give him.

He swore now and then he heard them sloshing while he worked. Dipping his muzzle right in between them, he sniffed them deeply while he kissed, making sure they were nicely coated in saliva while he considered how the hell he was going to get his mouth around her dick.

She wasn't the only one he had to serve. The lion eventually got impatient, leaning his weight down on the fox's back to grind his sheath against his lower back. That was where Nanji humped for a while, letting his own cock fill out from the friction against that purple fur.

Basti felt the heat washing over him as a surprisingly lengthy, thick lion cock smeared his fur in a fresh glaze of pre. He was relieved to feel how gentle those nubs were. Barbs were hardly the word for them when they were blunt and flexible, but they were definitely going to be stimulating. He knew where that shaft was going.

Whether it was by self preservation or he really was starting to crave getting fucked by the feline beast, the fox flagged his tail high for the lion to mount him. Nanji treated that vulpine just like he would a lioness, pinning him down while the fox struggled for position. Dairinn snatched a cushion from a nearby chair just so she could sit herself down in front of Basti, pushing her dick against his lips. The fox was effectively sandwiched between the boss and her most trusted lieutenant, with two cocks

"Don't hold back now, foxy," Nanji teased with that ever-present rumble. "If I can swallow it, so can you."

He made that admission with utter pride. A paw on the back of Basti's head ensured there was no going back. The lion pushed him along until he started to slip that mushroom flare along his outstretched tongue. It hid the back of Basti's throat and made him flinch at first, so the lion just shoved harder.

There was no time to breathe, no time to recover. He was just going to have to lie there while the older oryx casually facefucked him, stuffing his gullet with thick zebra-like dick, bobbing back and forth. At least she was relatively gentle with him, as gentle as that massive spire of throbbing black could be anyway.

It wasn't just one cock Basti had to deal with. The lion's wasn't as big, but it was plenty stimulating. It spat out a good dose of precum while Nanji jabbed it beneath that cute tail with the utmost precision. He didn't waste a movement, thrusting straight into penetration and bringing a muffled, gurgling cry from Basti's throat. The fox tossed up his hands and tried to push the oryx back a little, but she wouldn't budge. He was just going to have to guzzle down that precum while he got his ass fucked with all the strength of a feral lion.

Nanji didn't take long to accelerate into a harsh, bouncing pace, slamming his nuts down on the fox's cushy butt, shaking him with the force of those humping strokes. Dairinn was slower, subtler, but she still bulged Basti's gullet with her girth. The fox pawed faintly at the oryx's hips, struggling not to pass out, barely getting any air between those sloppy, schlurking backstrokes. The boss fucked all the way down his throat, making those massive nuts tap Basti's lower lip, letting him feel them clenching and churning. He was going to be so full.

The pleasure that came with the feline cock in his rump was starting to numb him out. That helped him ignore the strain, ignore the sheer effort of swallowing that much cock. Even so, he was getting close to passing out, fading with every thrust. Nanji nibbled him on the beck, clutching his throat between those teeth just to keep him nicely lined up with Dairinn's dick. He was all but limp by the time they finally finished with his body.

"Ahh, yes, that's it ..." the oryx faintly murmured as her pleasure peaked.

The lion just gave a roar. A few last aggressive thrusts thumped the fox down flat, and left him impaled from both sides with the two gangsters balls-deep inside him. He felt those nuts twitching, felt them working up two fat loads to swell his belly. Then there came the eruption of warmth and musky flavour as oryx jizz splashed right back up his throat, overflowing in an instant despite his best, albeit weakened efforts to swallow it all. He got his middle sloshed and swelled as the lion dumped those nuts in his cute butt, and just kept loudly guzzling as much precious oryx spunk as one fox could possibly drink.

Through it all he couldn't help lay a few thick ropes of his own seed across his middle. It was an afterthought amidst the chaos of those mutual orgasms, but he still felt it. Writhing in pleasure beneath them, he slumped more and more until they finally pulled out, one after another. Nanji shot a rope or two across the fox's back and into his fluffy tail.

Dairinn's pullout was much messier, splattering Basti right in the face. The fox's visage vanished for a moment, drenched in fresh oryx jizz that clung to his every single feature. Basti coughed and sputtered, feeling that musky flavour invading his senses and staying there, leaving him tasting the boss' cum all throughout her calm speech to follow.

"What do you think of him, Nanji?" she asked her lion. "A foolish infiltrator, thinking to disrupt all we have worked so hard to build. Such a violation cannot be tolerated, of course."

"Heh," the cat just chuckled.

"But. We cannot simply sink him to the bottom of a river and be done with it all. Such transgressions must be dealt with in a way that sends a message. What sort of message shall we send this fine eve?"

---

Nanji looked the fox over and considered how much he wanted him. A lick of his chops had him considering how that vulpine would taste. But in the end, he stepped to the side and gave his boss a nod when she directed him.

"I think we ought to favour the lewdest possible solution to our spying problems," she said. "Let us show our rivals that we will dominate all they send our way."

"Good idea," Nanji said, stepping off to do something and then sitting on his haunches to watch when he returned.

Basti didn't see what it was. He was too busy getting squished into the blunt tip of the oryx's cock. It stiffened against his muzzle, smooching back as his lips got mashed to the slick slit where plenty of cum still dripped. She was already making more pre. Those juices squelched and slurped across the fox's face while she rubbed herself on those pretty purple features. He was as good as a towel for her, thoroughly slathered up in even more of her cum than he was already wearing.

"Do be sure to smile for the camera, foxy," she told him. "We'll be sending this little performance along right with what I make of you."

Her wording was vague enough that Basti wondered exactly what she meant right up to the moment she slapped a palm flat on the back of his head and started shoving him in even deeper. The moment the first inch of his snout slipped inside her cock, he felt the possessive clamp tugging him deeper. He knew what that meant.

His initial reaction was to grasp at the shaft that had started consuming him, but when his senses were doused in a blackout dose of refined, mouth-watering oryx musk, the only resistance he could muster amounted to little more than stroking her. He did his very best, scrambling along the floor, digging his heels in, but no amount of resistance could change his fate in that weakened state. Maybe it was more a matter of letting her know he didn't just accept it than actually thinking he could get away.

Dairinn made sure he knew how good it felt to start dragging him down her dick. Her breathy sighs and moans were prominent, only adding to the humiliation of the moment. She didn't even need to guide him in anymore. With her hands on her hips, she let the natural flexing of her hungry cock do the eating for her.

For such an apparently delicate woman, that thing was an absolute monster. It squelched and audibly gulped while it squished and squeezed the fox down its shining ebony length. Stretching around the shape of Basti's shoulders didn't prove a problem in the slightest. They got squished in tightly to further render him helpless, but he still flexed his muscles as if he could force his way from that musk-drenched prison. The scent was breaking down his resistance as much as his own exhaustion.

She slowly lowered herself down towards his kneeling frame while she overtook his chest. His arms were effectively pinned to his sides by that constant clenching, and he could barely even get an mmf into the mix with all the juices he was left to gargle and guzzle. Precum poured down his throat while he got swallowed whole by the big boss' fat cock, leaving him perpetually inundated in her taste, her inner aroma, her general essence. It only got more overwhelming the deeper he went, submerging him in humid warmth until he was close to passing out.

The oryx kept the pressure on his body while she worked down to his waist, overtaking his smaller shaft in the grip of her ravenous spire. She never squeezed him so much that he lost consciousness, but sometimes he came closer, wavering between dreams and the hot, raunchy reality squelching all around his head.

She stuffed him into her nuts facefirst right around the moment she overtook his butt in the clench of her cock. Another heavy gulp slurped along his thighs, slathering him up in the juices that leaked and even sprayed from her tip while she dunked him down into the churning chamber below.

"Allllmost there. You be a good boyo now, Basti," she huffed, casually revealing she'd known his name all along.

There wasn't much option to do otherwise. As much as he squirmed down to the very last slurping squeeze, the oryx's balls held him far too tightly to allow for any sort of misbehaving. He sagged them down with his wiggly outline as he got rolled around and painted white, coated on every side with a fresh layer of pure jizz. It got into his mouth, his nose, even his ears. He closed his eyes tight to protect them. There was nothing to see anyway.

The humid darkness overpowered his thoughts to the point he could barely even panic. Listening to the heavy glurrrrn of those nuts flexing tight around his form, sloshing him in thickening spunk, was enough to lull him into a sense of acceptance. So he was going to be a cumshot. There was no reason to freak out, or at least that was what his musk-drenched, exhausted mind told him. All throughout the process of getting eaten, he was rock hard, coming ever so close to cumming on himself just from the constant kneading massage around his captive body.

With outside eyes upon her once more in the form of the camera, the oryx fetched her cane and resumed the illusion of limping as she walked. The bouncing, sloshing journey from the floor to Dairinn's luxurious office chair jostled Basti all around within her nuts. He got smacked up against one wall and then the other, feeling parts of him already numbing, already turning into a thick mess of rich, hot cream.

He was getting gooier by the moment, kneaded into a nut-stuffing load of fresh jizz, losing his colour and his features a little more with every nearly deafening glorp. It wasn't just a bit of extreme humiliation. He wasn't walking out of there.

A little extra pressure came from the outside in the form of Nanji's licking tongue. Dairinn didn't even have to direct him to do it. He nuzzled that great maned head between the oryx's painted thighs while she sat herself back in her chair. It was all but impossible to resist those heavy, glossy orbs while they smoothed over and rounded out with every fox-melting squeeze. Nanji licked up the perspiration that came with the indulgent exertion while the oryx moaned her satisfaction over the melting vulpine in her nuts.

"Closer, closer ... and yesssssss ..."

Dairinn hissed that proclamation through her teeth while she finished off the fox in a climactic clench that squeezed all the remaining solid shapes down flat with a resoundingly lewd SCLURCH. There was a distinct air of finality to that extra messy noise.

Nanji licked a little longer, admiring the sloshing heft of that prey-fattened sack, but he soon turned to retrieve something for his boss. There was no time to waste. Dairinn made sure to adjust the little camera the lion had started so it caught every detail of her thumping, tensing cock spitting out some excess pre as the pressure grew and grew.

"And just like that, he's gone. It has truly been a while since I had to deal with an intruder like him. Does that speak to his skill, or to the stupidity of sending someone to interfere, my friend?"

She was speaking of course to Basti's boss while she rubbed her pulsing cock for the camera. Nanji returned with an oversized condom carefully cradled in his jaws to keep from piercing it with her teeth. Dairinn swiftly took it so she could wrap up all the many inches of her hefty shaft, already starting to stretch and fill that flexible latex with the sheer volume of her spitting precum alone. Eventually, she got it all the way down past her medial ring, and then near the base, mostly covering that equine meat just in time for the clenching of her sack to go into overdrive.

"Here's what we - nnn, yes - here is what happens to those who bother me," she announced in a slightly shaky voice.

Somehow she still maintained that dignified aura even as she neared climax. Though she couldn't help a breathy bray of pleasure as she arched her back into a sloppy orgasm that swiftly bloated that condom like a balloon. It stretched and thudded down to the floor with the liquefied fox, the hot jizz that she'd made out of Basti. Not a trace of him remained.

There wasn't even a scrap of fur to indicate it had once been him. He'd been entirely transformed into the thick, steaming hot oryx cum that filled that condom to the very brim. Gallons of the potent stuff emptied from that fat equine cock while it fully flared out all through the triumphant orgasm.

Settling with a light pant and then a sigh, Dairinn slumped down in her chair, allowing herself a moment of calm. Then she reached out to turn the camera off. Such a performance was sure to leave an impression on Basti's boss. She pulled that condom off her cock and expertly tied it up at the top to ensure none of that precious cream leaked out. It might have turned that condom into a beanbag chair of sorts, but the special stretchy material held together. Dairinn gave her lion a nod.

"Get the boys to deliver that to his front step now will you? We will send along our little film just before they arrive. A little something for him to wake up to."

Nanji gave a chuckle.

"Guess he won't be sending any more sneaks for a while. Shame."

"You'll get the next one, I assure you."

The lion had no complaints. He was content to lap up the cum clinging to the big boss' cock, and then move off to carry out his instructions. Someone was in for a creamy surprise, and Basti wasn't going to be doing any spying as a fat wad of oryx spunk.

---

Nanji looked the fox over and considered how much he wanted him. A lick of his chops had him considering how that vulpine would taste. Dairinn couldn't help but notice the lion's desires.

"You want him, don't you?" she asked.

"Wouldn't mind him. Might be better with some changes"

Basti perked, then flattened his cum-covered ears at the sound of that. Were they talking about recruiting him?

"Aye. You deserve a gift. And I would love to see the effects in person."

Basti remained where he was, utterly creamed, dizzy with their combined scents clinging to him. He didn't even think much of getting forcefed something from a small glass vial. It was purple, like him, and tasted vaguely sweet. Dairinn seemed satisfied when she was sure he'd swallowed all of it, and stepped away to lounge in her chair while she watched the effects take hold.

"All yours, maney. Make that bun your bitch however you like. I've no need for her."

Bun? Her? Basti was altogether confused about the matter right up until the moment she felt a dominant chomp on a little cottontail where her fox tail used to be. The intrusion of that tingly lion tongue across her shiny new sex further informed her of the transformation that had taken hold. It was intensely sensitive, leaving her so incredibly stimulated that she forgot about the strangeness of the situation.

The longer the lion licked that lovely bunny girl, the wetter she got, heating up with utter need. She was all but ready to beg to be mounted after just ten seconds of feline slurping. Nanji was going to get the breeding pet he wanted.

The weight of the big cat climbing over her kept Basti pinned. She pushed her extra ample ass up in the air for him, wiggling that little tail, clenching her newly flattened teeth. Everything felt different, but those sensations were irrelevant in the face of that blazing desire between her thighs.

The lion was smooth and precise about penetrating her, wrapping his jaws around the back of her neck to gently cradle her in a mating bite. She wasn't getting away. He was keeping her for himself, free to use her however he wished, and he had plenty of ideas.

That steady rumble went along with the occasional snuffle or snort from the big cat as he mated with his prized bun. Basti's butt got a good jiggling with every slap of the lion's heavy nuts against her backside. Whatever it was they'd fed her, it worked fast, and effectively too. She was extra thick for her new master to pound. He slobbered all over her neck, getting her fur soaked while he fucked her silly. She was all but numb for all the pleasure being driven into her body as he took that virgin cunt for his own.

Dairinn idly watched, toying with some sort of small device. It was designed to be easily hidden, but it also worked fine just sitting on the edge of her desk. The camera started filming the sloppy rut going on atop the carpet in the middle of her office, making a nice recording for Basti's boss to know what happened to his spy.

There was no doubt who the bunny was, even shrouded by the lion's muscular bulk. That purple still stood out, squished down underneath Nanji. Which meant that what happened next was going to explain why Basti never reported back.

Nanji just couldn't help himself. All the slurping and suckling he'd been doing while fucking the bunny's pussy got his palate saturated with her flavour. He was drooling for her. He wanted her. Nobody was going to stop him from taking her. She was a traitor, a spy among them, and she wasn't worth turning to their side.

A great yawning gape of the lion's soaking maw, and he easily homphed down over Basti's head, pinning those ears down flat to her head while he worked to engulf her in his gullet a little at a time.

Dairinn didn't even show a visible reaction to his decision. That bunny was his to do with as he pleased. If he wanted to break his toy so quickly, then that was fine with her. She did softly stroke her cock to the sight though. It was always a pleasure to watch him eat. Nanji lunged forward and gave Basti a few rapid plaps, slamming into her with something near a roar that resounded all around her trapped head.

The bunny's response was nothing more than a slightly stifled whimper of utter pleasure as the lion made her squirt around his cock. She'd never felt an orgasm that overtook her entire body quite like that one did.

Basti found herself shuddering, tensing, flexing, twitching all over as she flew into a great, ascended haze of ecstasy while she got filled up with lion cum. She gushed back at him just as hard, squeezing his dick dry. The amount of spunk he shot inside her was enough to make her slosh, and probably enough to knock her up a few times over, but it hardly mattered.

By the time she was finished crying out in pleasure, he was already stroking his teeth along the curve of her tits. It was almost a shame, really. She barely got time to appreciate those before they were tucked away in the constricting grasp of a lion's gullet, but she was simply too irresistible to leave undigested.

Another good gulp pulled her off his shaft. He came on her cushy bunny butt a few times before omphing over her cum-filled belly. Tipping his head back, he went down on his haunches, swishing his tufted tail while he let his prey slide down his bulging throat in front of the camera.

The last glimpse of Basti was a pair of big, wiggling paws framed between the big cat's teeth before he slapped his tongue to their soles and stuffed them away with the rest of her in one final, satisfying glurk. By the grin he was wearing shortly after swallowing her, he didn't regret a thing.

"And she's gone. What a good girl, treating you so nicely like that," Dairinn teased.

Nanji's response was to pat his prey-swollen gut a few times with a forepaw and give a raucous belch. He made sure to direct it towards the camera.

"Agreed," the oryx said. "She's much better off as part of you."

"Looks like she managed to get in deep with the operation after all," Nanji chuckled, then considered it. "Eh, that sounded better in my head."

Dairinn gave a soft laugh anyway. "The effort is admirable. You've earned yourself a nap, I'd say. I'll have the boys make sure this video gets sent along to the proper place. Let that be a message to any future infiltrators."

"Heh, almost a shame. Wouldn't mind snacking on a few more if we can make them into bunnies so easily."

The lion let out a sleepy yawn. Basti was still very much alive and whole inside him, but the steady gurgling sought to change that. For as subdued as he was on the outside, his gut was all sorts of aggressive.

It rapidly clenched inwards on the captive bunny, surrounding her with the gllrk and glurrrrrn of her own unmaking, splurching loudly as the bubbles of the digestive slime around her swelled and popped. She was sodden with the tingly juices that soaked deeply into her skin. At least the numbing afterglow of getting rutted by the big lion helped her ignore some of what was happening to her.

Dairinn ended the recording as the lion stretched out on his side with his swollen gut pointed towards the fireplace. That just meant it was all the hotter for Basti in there, sweltering her way towards unconsciousness, but stubbornly refusing to stop squirming while she was still somewhat hole.

She no longer had any idea what was going on out there. It was all darkness and churning, softening her shape, squeezing down the bulge of bunny flattered and flatter. She smoothed over around the edges, losing her shape, melting into sludgey goo while the lion started to absorb her liquefied self bit by bit.

Basti lingered for as long as she could, fighting against the urge to simply pass out. She wriggled against the oppressive belly walls churning and clenching down on her, but eventually she simply couldn't hold herself together anymore. Lowering down into the messy contents of the lion's gut, she sank into herself with an extended sigh, more chyme than bunny by then, twitching her last to make that full gut wobble while it loudly turned Basti into lion pudge. She was gone.

It was going to take a few more hours to fully claim her and add her to his bulk, but Nanji had all the time he needed. The lion rested all throughout the process of claiming the former fox for his own, passing her digested self into his intestines, thickening up around his muscular haunches and his gut alike as Basti became fat on a big cat's body. Needless to say she hadn't succeeded in her mission, and she was never going to get another shot.