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It was surprisingly quiet at the gym that night. Usually it was an exceptionally crowded place all weekend long, even right before closing. The place had undergone a strange dip in popularity lately. Kayte wasn't sure why. Maybe some better place had opened up nearby, or maybe people just stopped caring about keeping in shape. That was all the same to her. It meant there were plenty of machines available for her without having to wait her turn.

The bunny got herself into a good sweat by the time people started filing out. She was too fixated on her workout to really notice how late it was getting. It wasn't until she heard someone loudly clear his throat from across the room that she actually looked up from where she was busy on the rowing machine. A big, strong, slightly grumpy-looking wolf tapped on his wrist, even though he wasn't wearing a watch.

"Closed!" Damon called to her.

"Aw, alllright," she answered, releasing the handle and standing up so she could wipe down the seat with her towel. "Can I get a shower first? I'm all sweaty."

"Five minutes. Then I'm locking you in. I'm starving."

She was pretty sure he didn't mean it the way her perpetually thirsty mind interpreted it. He was probably thinking more about a sandwich than a whole bunny. Despite being alone with a wolf, he radiated almost no threat whatsoever. He had a gentle grin that barely even showed off his fangs. A shame, really. A big, bulky guy like him would have been so hot if he teased her just a little, but he was always professional. Maybe it just wasn't mutual, but she could dream.

Stepping away from the machines, she watched him closely just to see if he might follow her. If ever there was an opportunity for a big hungry wolf, it was that one. The thought turned her on enough to make her dig her bunny teeth into her lower lip, but he barely seemed to glance at her. He was busy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he was setting a timer. Apparently he didn't get the memo that she'd been fantasizing about scenarios exactly like that one - her, the poor, helpless bunny, with no one to hear her scream as a hungry wolf scarfed her down for dinner.

It wasn't that she wanted it to happen. It was more that it would have been incredibly hot. Things like that were complicated, and she was just going to have to take her mind off of it and hop in the shower so she wasn't sweating all over the seat on her drive home. While she got undressed, she heard him in the distance clomping around and turning off the lights, or grumbling as he put the heavy equipment away that people had left out. He wasn't exactly subtle, or quiet, or even especially handsome, but that was what gave her such a crush on him.

Flustered and slightly frustrated, she decided to hurry up and hop into the shower to help herself forget about the whole thing. Maybe he wasn't the pred of her dreams, but she was convinced he meant his more mundane threats. If she lingered there any longer, naked in the steaming water, soaking in the heat after pushing her soft body to its limits, she was going to end up locked in. Everyone else she'd been working out with had already left, leaving the bunny all by herself on that rainy summer's eve. All sorts of things were washing up in the recent storms.

Something dripped on her head from while she showered, though she didn't notice. It was some sort of unidentified fluid, a strange, unnatural drop of thick violet slime that adhered to her fur. From there it could probe deeper. She felt an odd tingle at the back of her head and reached back to rub her head while something invaded her very mind, winding its tiny tendrils through the information stored there. She couldn't hide anything anymore. Even her deepest, darkest secrets were revealed to it which lurked within the walls.

It sensed her from somewhere deep within the vents. They were a labyrinthine passageway, winding and twisting from one business to the next in that great big strip mall. It all led to a central chamber like a great ant hill, or bee hive. There, something lurked. It had lived there for a time, shifting, changing its form to accommodate the prey it pursued. And their preferences. It had been watching Kayte ever since she arrived, honing in on that lusty need, the blazing beacon of unusual desire that she was. She couldn't hide anything from a thing so easily able to shift and transform. It took the form that was likely to please her the most.

Winding through the corridors, rearranging its very molecules to pass some of the swirling fans, it slickly slipped its way forth, further staining the old steel with its inky mark. Sometimes it appeared solid, sometimes it was more like a liquid being poured through the vents towards its target. Kayte happened to be standing directly beneath a very specific spot that left her wide open for an attack from above. It wasn't the first time the monster had caught someone off guard in the showers.

She didn't hear the slithering over the sound of the water pouring over her naked fur. It wasn't subtle. Something squelched its way through the vents above, wriggling as it crawled towards the cover. That vent wasn't even fully concealed, hanging from the ceiling by some firm supports. If Kayte glanced up, she would have seen it wobbling as the creature made its approach. It wasn't a person, nor was it any sort of animal that existed on the bunny's planet. Until recently.

With her thoughts in its mind, it chose the form of a great, slimy violet serpent, or perhaps more a worm, or a leech. Faceless but for a set of imposing jaws with long, red fangs and an extra wet purple tongue, it was a monstrous, hungering thing that had spotted its prey. Or sensed Kayte through whatever sensory means it had, anyway. The creature was amorphous enough to unscrew the vent cover and push it aside without knocking it off. Surely getting clonked on head by a falling piece of metal would have been enough to alert Kayte to its presence, but instead she remained ignorant of the gooey thing slowly lowering its open jaws down towards her head from above with an extended sound of stretching slime.

Kayte reached for the taps once she was finally done spacing out under the water. Only when the shower was off did she sense the presence of the fearsome thing just above her. It made her ears twitch as it dripped some warm drool on her from above, making her think there might have been a leak in the ceiling. By the time she actually glanced up, that monstrous maw completely framed her vision.

She knew she should have screamed. Maybe Damon would have heard her. But it still probably wouldn't have been enough to save her. Those jaws were lined with crimson fangs that at first looked bloodstained, forming a malicious grin. It had no other facial features. It was like a living horror, a slimy, dripping nightmare, opening its gooey maw wider and wider. There were no limits on how much it could gape that toothy mouth in front of her, while she stood staring into the darkness within, quietly dripping. Yet for all the horror of the moment, there was some part of her, some strange, buried instinct that got a little tingle out of the sight of it slickly descending upon her with voracious intent.

Only when it actually lunged did she attempt to scream. Her hands went up to defend herself, but she was too slow. It moved with frightful speed, snapping forth and engulfing her all at once. That shrill cry for help soon just became a muffled glrrk as she gargled the slimy drool within its mouth. Then she found herself further silenced when it wrapped its thick tongue around her neck twice over, choking out any further sound, leaving her struggling and panicking as it latched on tight and held her in place. Everything was so much more overwhelming, so much more real than her fantasies.

That lunging chomp looked like it was liable to take her whole head off, but instead the goo monster carefully closed its teeth around her throat and wrapped her face in its slobbery, slimy mouth. There it muffled her screams as she kicked flailed and beat at the featureless head of the goobeast that had her in its teeth. Nothing she did seemed to bother it. Instead, she was left to sputter and choke as her face got slathered in the slippery juices of its excess salivation and slime alike while it slurped along her features with some overwhelmingly slick sounds.

Aside from the excessively wet noises echoing in her sensitive ears, there was also a strange hum. Before she could panic herself to complete exhaustion, she let that sound invade and take over her thoughts, vibrating through her body. Was that the monster's voice? Something else? There was something oddly musical about it. She could feel it internally as much as hear it, sending tingles from her scalp all the way down the back of her head, crawling down her spine. If nothing else, it managed to calm her down to the point she realized she wasn't being devoured, merely sampled. Those teeth merely framed her, never biting, only holding. Maybe she could relax just a little.

No, that was ridiculous. As soon as felt her body slumping, overtaken by that unusually tranquilizing feeling, she jolted back to life with a spark of realization. Struggling that much with those fangs so close to her neck might have seemed like a bad idea, but her panicked self didn't care. That went on to the point of exhaustion with her workout fatigue still fresh in her muscles. It hurt, but she kept fighting in sheer horror of being enveloped in the mouth of someone unknown horror right up until the moment she felt that crackling tingle playing down the back of her scalp again. It made its way all the way down her spine.

She wasn't sure how to describe it. Part of her wondered if she'd been injected with some sort of paralyzing venom. Maybe it was the creature's spit itself that was poisonous. She'd certainly swallowed plenty of it. Yet as that feeling spread throughout her body, she found the panic levelling off and the more gentle reality of the situation setting in. It wasn't hurting her. She held onto its head, clutching tight, still ready to try to wrench free at any moment, but the sensation of being drenched and dunked in hot, fur-coating slime was an increasingly pleasant one with each drag of that monstrous tongue over her face.

Though she might have settled down from pure terror into something more like like anxious fear, her body remained stiff while that tongue played along her entire head. It inspected her from the nape of her neck up to the point between her ears. She was utterly drenched in strange slime - it had a slightly inky scent at times, but mostly it was just warm, even pleasant. Which was a good thing, given she ended up swallowing some of it for just how sloppy he got her. After a thorough sample, it finally relented, letting her pant while she squirmed in place, her hands still clutching at the horror that had engulfed her. She didn't expect to hear it speak, especially not in such a soft, deep, mostly toneless voice.

"You do not need to fear, Kayte."

She couldn't tell where that voice was coming from. It sounded warmly masculine, if such a creature even cared about such a thing. The monster didn't move his mouth to form those words, instead seeming to simply emanate the sound. Or was it even a sound? It felt more like her own thoughts, as if he had already invaded her mind somehow. Did that mean he could see all her secrets? Did he know about those little urges that lurked inside, unspoken even to her closest friends?

"What? What are you ... " she found herself blurting, when she wasn't busy swallowing fresh slime. She meant to ask it what it was doing, but what she managed to get out served well enough as a question. What the hell was he?

"Only what you desire most. I will treat you how you wish to be treated."

Sometimes she thought about situations very much like her current one, being snapped up and dragged off by terrible, hungry monsters, late at night, with her thighs absolutely drenched with lust. That forbidden fantasy, that mix of pleasure and terror was enough to set off some side of her she didn't even fully understand. Yet nothing else made her cum harder. She was already worked up realizing all her kinkiest dreams were coming true, and at the jaws of a horrifying yet surprisingly gentle beast. She had no idea things like it actually existed. She was still afraid, to the point of near paralysis, leaving her struggling to murmur her weakened plea.

"Don't ... hurt ... "

He silenced her by curling his gooey tongue between her lips and penetrating her, stuffing her mouth full of that tentacle-like appendage. She was soon swallowing that slime directly in slow, contented gulps. It tasted good, and moreover, felt good sliding down her throat. Not to mention lewd. By then she should have gagged, and yet there was something so comfortable about having that wriggling thing pushing in and out of her gullet, slowly stroking the inside of it with the utmost of care. Somehow he managed to speak clearly even while slowly, tenderly tonguefucking her.

"Nothing will hurt, I promise." Quill's voice was still largely devoid of emotion, though she sensed some degree of sincerity there. "I will give you all the pleasure you crave, and deserve. All I ask in return is that you relax your mind while I take what I need."

She couldn't speak anymore with his tongue so deeply stuffed down her throat, but she still felt some sort of connection with him nonetheless. All she had to do to communicate with him was to think especially hard.

"Thank you, Quill."

Somehow she knew his name, just as he knew hers. She was still coherent despite the soothing numbness spreading throughout her mind. That was going to change. As he latched on all the tighter like the slimeleech he was, he started to properly feed off of her with a deep, thrumming suckle that pulsed around her face and head alike, squishing and squeezing her in the fleshy darkness that was his maw. It was like a particularly wet massage, but it was more than just a slurping sample of her flavour. By the way he was gulping, he was taking something from her.

The forceful motion was enough to send a ripple through her entire body. He pulled her up off her paws with every suck, before letting her back down, slowly bobbing her in and out of his maw like a piece of candy. She was his lollipop, sloppily savoured in those lewdly undulating motions, getting compressed from all sides by the hungry flesh closing in around her features. It was enough to make her hands stray to the warmth between her thighs, though she soon found that unnecessary. There was no need to get herself off when he was already doing such a fine job of doing it for her with his mouth alone.

Kayte could faintly understand the effects at first. Less so with each suck. The more he drank from her, the more he drained her mind, replacing her higher thought with nothing more than ecstasy. She was a vessel for pure pleasure, made a little dumber every time he sucked her mind away. He drank of her thoughts, slurped away her memories, her identity, and it all felt so good. She didn't need anything more than the pleasure that came with his slimy maw squeezing around her features, holding her so firmly he slowly lifted her up off her feet with suction alone.

Juices poured down her naked body, staining her fur with inky slime. That wasn't the only mess she made of herself. As he twitched and spasmed in the grasp of Quill's fangy maw, she wriggled and brainlessly giggled her way to a writhing, kicking orgasm. Her feet weren't touching the floor anymore. She flailed about and then just went rigid all over, bucking her hips, grinding at the air until she gave a great, muffled cry of absolute bliss within the monster's mouth, squirting herself silly while she got turned into a dumb, barely thinking pleasure slut, getting all those tingly parts of her brain tickled all at the same time by the thoughtleech's hungry sucking and slurping.

After that thigh-drenching orgasm subsided, she fell somewhat limp, arms flopping down by her sides as she dangled there in Quill's grasp. She looked almost dead, or maybe just unconscious, but she was still there. Some part of her was, anyway. There wasn't much left of her mind, barely able to think in more than one word at a time after a thoroughly orgasmic mindfuck. Yet even then there was some small part of her self-preservation instinct left, some little piece of her that didn't want to be eaten alive despite how much she fantasized about it. That part got a little hope when she faintly heard a familiar voice call out in the distance.

"Hey! You still in here? Your five minutes are up!" Damon called from the entrance to the changeroom.

The big wolf didn't enter just yet, allowing Kayte a chance to respond, lest he barge in on her while she was naked.

"Kayte? I'm serious! You're in big trouble, miss bunny!" came his little tease. Part of her wanted to tease back, but she couldn't make a sound.

When the silence endured a little longer, the wolf's voice grew less playful and more concerned.

"You okay in there? Did you slip?" he asked, then immediately grimaced at the joke. He would have felt terrible if he was right, but of course the reality was so much worse.

"I'm, uh ... I'm coming in! Fair warning!"

He marched in to find nothing more than Kayte's gym bag, seemingly forgotten. Peeking into the showers, he didn't spot her. If he'd just been a little ruder, he might have been there in time to grab her. Instead, he entered the room just as Quill began dragging his bunny prey into the vents above. Her legs still dangled out, faintly, squirming and rubbing against another while she endured that constant zap of ecstasy straight to her pleasure centres. A moan escaped her loudly enough it faintly echoed in the vents, even engulfed in slime as she was. Another twitch from her legs rattled the vents above loudly enough to lure the wolf in closer.

"Hello?"

His voice was softer than before. This wasn't the first time something strange had happened after hours. Nervously stepping underneath the very spot where the bunny's legs still dangled from the vent she was being dragged into, he caught the slight drip of something - slime, juices, or something else - plummeting all the way down onto his head. That was enough to make him look up, moments after Quill fully pulled his meal into that dark shaft, fully concealing her from sight. All the wolf could do was shrug and walk away, with a slightly dazed expression on his face that overrode his concerns.

"This again. It's ... fine. It'll all be fine. Better to just ... forget about it ..." he mumbled to no one in particular, staggering his way out. It took him a few tries to find the door before he reoriented himself.

That left Quill alone with Kayte to continue feeding. What started as a feeling of lost hope, of knowing she was so close to possibly being rescued transformed more into something like acceptance. And lust. She was all his. He wanted her. He'd claimed her for himself. All that was left to do was to swallow her whole, just like she'd imagined. Maybe he was something more monstrous than she usually pictured eating her, but his long, slime-coated gullet wrapped around her naked curves just as well as any other predator's. Maybe even better, for the way it kneaded and massaged her faintly wiggling body on the way down.

While mostly blank and experiencing little more than sensation as she got slowly gulped and slurped between those teeth jaws, there was still some part of her that got off on the whole concept. She was getting eaten, just like she'd always wanted, just like she always knew she was meant to. Quill took his time with her, inching along her body, slathering her up in slippery ink-slime until she was utterly coated in the pleasant-smelling stuff. The vent was already darkly stained from his previous successful hunts in there, rattling on its supports as that gooey leech loudly swallowed along Kayte's shoulders, then squeezed down tight on her breasts while he worked his way down.

"I intend to keep you. Your mind is packed with such imaginative fantasies. It brings me great pleasure to drain you," he softly explained to her, though she could sense the hunger in his otherwise flat voice, as if he could barely stop himself from drooling mid-sentence. "Yet I desire your body as well if I'm to be truly satisfied."

Everything came out especially muffled, but that didn't stop her from moaning so loudly she was almost screaming. There was nothing left to do but to feel every touch, every lusty, hungry squeeze around her that told her how much she was wanted. He nibbled along her belly while he ate her, but he never bit, never chomped. Those teeth might have looked threatening, but they simply added to the massage of swallowing her. Kayte groaned and cried out until her throat started to fail her, but even then she continued to writhe with constant, unimaginable bliss for every moment he spent suckling her down into the long tube of his inky body, stuffing the vent full with the bulge of her curves within his serpentine confines.

The extra stimulation was hardly necessary given the heavenly experience she was already having, but Quill couldn't help but curl his flexible tongue between her thighs once he had her hips framed in his slobbering jaws. There he stroked and licked, caressing along those glistening folds, slowly working towards penetrating her with that oral tentacle all lubed up in slime. Every touch was amplified, enhanced by the firm grasp he already had over the pleasure centres of her brain, naturally touching and probing them with tiny tendrils of his highly morphable body. A single stroke along her clit was like an orgasm all its own. She couldn't even scream anymore for how shaken she found herself by the truly divine feelings shooting through her nerves.

It didn't take long to make her cum again. She had felt like she was at a constant peak, but what resonated through her was something else entirely. It was like he made her entire being reach its climax, leaving her quivering where she protruded from his jaws, half-swallowed and utterly gushing herself to almost complete numbness. Her face was a frozen mask of delight, eyes shut tight, mouth wide open, not caring how much slime she swallowed. It tasted good anyway. She twitched and shook, bucking her hips until she clanged against the vent around her before Quill simply curled his tongue between her thighs and tucked her away down to her thighs.

Her awe-inspiring pleasure didn't stop there. Getting her pussy wrapped up in his throat meant she felt every pulse, every undulation of that powerful gulping dragging her towards her slippery demise. Though she hardly thought of it as that. She hardly thought of anything at all. The only things that mattered to her were the schlick and slurp of his insides sliding along her naked fur, and the constant pleasure that came with gliding down his slimy gullet towards something like a stomach. Every part of being consumed alive by the brain-draining monster was perfect, as far as she was concerned.

Whether it was self-indulgence or hunger that had Quill get especially sloppy with her while he slurped her legs fully inside. Kayte was all but limp by then, helpless before his appetite, left hearing the squelching slime gushing all around her while he treated the rest of her like two satisfying noodles. He sucked her in right down to the paws, gave her a last lick, and then simply clicked his teeth shut inches from her toes. All that remained was to give her one long, last climactic GLLLP, surrounding her in the heavy sound of her being fully swallowed, converted from prey to meal, soon to be a slimebeast's food. Or whatever he made of those he ate.

She never entered anything like a stomach. It was just one long tube, hugging her on all sides while she dwelt there, fully stretched out within the body of the slimy thing. Quill didn't seem to breathe, and she couldn't detect any sort of heartbeat. He was something else, a creature who had only taken on the form he had used to devour her whole because it was convenient for slipping unseen through vents - or perhaps because he had somehow sensed it was exactly what would turn her on the most. She could barely move, but she pushed her palms against the walls that confined her while the slithering and slurping only seemed to get louder. It still couldn't drown out his voice inside her head.

"There you are. Safe within me. You have been working hard. It is time for your break. Together, as part of me, you will never know anything but the deepest of relaxation."

She heard those words, but she could no longer parse them. Her mind was blank, language a distant memory. Even her identity itself was largely gone. She didn't know the name Kayte anymore. She was simply prey. It was her purpose, her sole reason for existence as far as she was concerned after having her mind sucked dry by the ravenous thoughtleech. All that remained was to blissfully submit to his appetite, and be unmade to satisfy his otherworldly appetite.

There were no acids, nothing to dissolve her once the squelches of writhing, pressing, wriggling digestion began. It was more a process of being absorbed directly into the bulk of the shapeshifting monster who had consumed her. Every muscle in her body relaxed a little more, one by one, leaving her with a feeling like perpetually sinking into a warm bath on a cold day. It was everything she needed, and the sensation never faded, every bit as satisfying with each passing moment while he absorbed her into his slippery mass. The gooey outline of the bunny where she bulged in Quill's slimy body smoothed over little by little, glossing along those features, those shapes with each juicy squeeze.

If she could have kept moaning, she would have. Instead, she simply floated there, suspended in that gooey prison while it kneaded every single inch of her body at once. She thinned out and she smoothed over, losing her colour, her shape, everything that made her discerningly a bunny. It took a few minutes of simmering there in the constantly squelching confines of the monster before she was a formless mass, a shadow of her former self. Nothing mattered anymore. She felt good, even as her capacity for sensation faded a little more, the seconds of her existence as anything but slime ticking away.

Quill retreated back through the vents without issue. His body could flex and bend to accommodate any curve in that confined space, and Kayte had been rendered so squishy she bent along with his twisting and snaking. She'd been left semi-solid where what was left of her lay embraced in goo, barely more than liquid while he added her to his bulk. Though he was a formless thing, able to transform seemingly at will, digesting Kayte left him thicker than ever before. His snakelike body grew bulkier, broader, heavier while he melted her into goo and transformed her entire body into slime. But for something of a trophy, anyway.

Kayte's consciousness had been so very diminished that it wasn't even clear when she finally perished. Quill made no ceremony of it. He was still crawling along, making his way towards a home base where he lurked between meals. All movement ceased within him after some particularly juicy grumbles and clenches, and perhaps there was one last fleeting burst of absolute pleasure before Kayte was gone entirely. He absorbed her mass, wore her on his slimy bulk, and dragged an ink-stained skeleton all the way back to a central chamber where cooling fans loudly whirred all around him.

All it took to deposit the remnants of his prey was opening his jaws up wide. He softly belched her blackened bones back up as one whole skeleton, still holding together despite everything he'd stripped from her. Though he might have seemed a calm, even emotionless creature, he had to admit he took some satisfaction in seeing just how high the pile had grown. Kayte wasn't the first gym-goer he had eaten. Another disappearance, and another mass of bones to stack atop the others.

So many lovely digested minds and bodies alike had taught him so very much. Such as when to strike, and who was particularly susceptible to his seductively calming ways. Someone else might have fought him to the end, but some part of Kayte always knew she belonged there, strewn amidst a monument to the goo monster's gluttony, gurgled into goo and vanished from the world. By the time anyone ever found out what had happened to her, Quill would have moved into another lair, growing stronger, more intelligent, and all the hungrier for every meal he drained and devoured.