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  1. Their Sadistic Solution
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  3. Acidic rain fell continuously across the brightly lit skyline of Neo-Tokyo, the might of contemporary capitalism shining brilliantly in the form of enormous billboards, cutting through a dim and gloomy facade of steel and concrete. Skyscrapers rose through the clouds, and the city was as deep as it was tall. Below the monolithic structures teemed a microcosm of starkly less glamorous inhabitants, their society built on poverty and crime, the majority of which was ignored by the far more fortunate aristocrats of Japan's affluent oligarchy. The Japanese did not own their country though however, and in this age, financial and naked power had overtaken any true form of democracy, only a few conglomerates of astonishing size maintaining a firm grip over the overpopulated island nation. It was in this underworld though, that Diaermut found his success, and tonight like many he was basking in the fruits of his efforts. He lounged unenthusiastically on a luxurious couch in the back room of a seedy club he owned, sipping lazily at an expensive glass of authentic single malt-whiskey, a luxury very few could afford in these times. Muffled and terribly generic electronic music reverberated ever so slightly through the well insulated walls, causing the chimera to sigh loudly. "I swear, if I hear this song played one more time tonight, I'm going to eviscerate that trashy DJ. Where did we find him?" he chided, glaring at the manager of the club and subordinate of his. "Chugging Nitro and getting into fights with a few drunk chimera out back. He's cheap and most of our patrons are too fucked off their minds to care." the unsightly, greasy middle-aged man known as 'Biscuit' chortled. Shaking his head, Diaermut fixed his eyes on the amber liquid in his glass, bringing his sensitive nose to the brim and savouring the smokey, aged scent. Just as he tilted his head back to take a swig, a spindly and drug-addled grunt burst his way into the previously quiet room, the same dreary music now filling the air completely, along with the gang-member's awful smell. "S-sir, w-we have a problem." he heaved, his equally vile breath spewing forth as he took deep breathes. Stepping forward quickly, Diaermut quickly drew a flip knife and held it to the grunt's unwashed neck, speaking through clenched teeth, "You better have a good fucking reason for barging in like that, Chopstick. I hope I don't need to remind you to respect your superiors. Now spill it." Retracting the knife, Diaermut shoved Chopstick on the ground and gestured to one of the guards to close the door. "A-all the bosses. They've caught on to the embezzlement. We're fucked man. Totally fucked."
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  5. From inside the smooth metal chamber of a ventilation shaft in the ceiling, Yuwa held a finger to his lips, smirking maliciously. Sliding down towards the metal grate, he pressed his face to the cool bars, staring down at his chimera target. The glittering flip knife caught his eye and a twisted smile drew itself across his face. Shifting his legs around the thin cord he used to hang vertically in the vent, his hand slowly moved to his hip, drifting across row of short blades, strapped tightly against his form fitting cat suit. He knew how to use them, but knives rarely interested him. There were far more interesting ways of eliminating his targets. That said, using the target’s own knife against them… He bit his lip in anticipation, silently making his back up the cord. Sitting upright in the shaft, he dangled his legs over the edge, wrapping the cord around his fingers before tucking it into his belt. The cheap guards were child’s play to follow here. In fact, this whole job seemed to be below his usual pay grade, but still. It had shown up on his radar, and he needed a break, some time to relax, unwind. Stretching himself out in the vent, he closed his eyes, feeling the skin tight suit tug and pull against his skin. Slowly, he began to crawl forwards, his lithe, synthetic cat tail stretched out behind him, twisting like a serpent. His slender body twisted around the faint beams of light that penetrated the thin shaft, not because he needed to, but because the contortions pleased him so. As he crawled, the music got louder, and the intrusions of the light took on a chromatic theme. It wasn’t his usual fare, but the grinding bodies just below did entice him. Reaching his clawed hand towards the vent, he slowly pulled it back, placing it back against the metal. There was no need to get greedy. He hadn’t taken this job for the money, he took it for the target. Pressing his finger against one of the smooth panels, his fingertip buzzed softly, then stuck to the surface. One by one, he attached each finger, then his palm, before ripping his arm back viciously. Thankfully, the pumping music of the club covered up the sound of the tearing metal. Inside, he carefully tugged at a few of the colored wires, cutting the colored insulation, and touching the copper together. One by one, he set every camera in the place feeding itself the same footage it had been recording for the past two hours. He hadn’t needed to do that, he could have seized his target… His prey, and been gone in an instant, but there was no need to be sloppy. Besides. That room looked like it could be fun. Another few wires crossed, and the door to the back rooms slowly closed, then locked themselves. Just to complete the picture, and calm the guards that had no doubt just been locked in their back rooms, he began to fiddle with the lights. Just another routine electrical glitch. The pumping bass probably just knocked something loose. No cause for alarm. No need for concern…. No need for the intercom either.
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  7. With a few more snips, Yuwa was back along the way he came, sliding through the tunnel to come up just behind the chair of his target. One by one, his fingers attached themselves to the inside of the vent, though this time, when he removed the grate, it was delicate, and silent. Sliding free of the slim, rectangular opening, the assassin, stretch up to his full height, an alluring display, if there was anyone around to watch him. His curvaceous body was dressed from head to toe in a skin tight nano fiber that looked more like black body paint than clothing. Each finger and toe was individually wrapped and armored with a plated silver claw. Just above his firm, round rear stretched a long, serpentine tail that twirled and twisted with his every motion. Hanging off of his broad hips sat a thick utility belt, slung with a number of tightly packed capsules, containing the tools of the trade. Across the rest of his suit, in plain display, sat the more threatening elements of his kit. The razor sharp blades, the tiny, barbed probes, and the thin coils of wire, unassuming to some, but to those who knew their uses, as deadly as any knife. The boy’s face was mostly concealed by the high tech helmet, leaving only his smirk and the soft green glow of his eyes behind the visor. Taking a set forwards, his claws clicked softly against the back of the seat. “Good evening, Mr. Nh'Og… a little mouse told me you’re in a bit of hot water with some powerful people~” His words were more purred than they were spoken as the boy stared down at the back of his target’s head, admiring the soft, white hair. His gaze would remain fixed on his target unless any of the others were foolish enough to make a move. Then they would be dealt with in turn.
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  9. Coincidentally, the moment Chopsticks had finished speaking, the bolts in the doors clicked shut and the rooms lights flickered out. "I fucking knew it. Chopsticks, I swear, when we're through this I'm going to feed you to the synth-junkies downstairs you incompetent twat." Diaermut sighed, his right hand gripping the blade in his pocket tightly. "Boys, visors. Biscuit, I suggest you get your fat ass down unless you want it pumped full of lead." Sitting back in his chair, the chimera closed his eyes and listened closely, trying his best to detect any faint sign of intrusion. Though he knew there was an air-vent in the ceiling, he couldn't remember exactly where it was, a mistake he knew could be his last. "Come out, come out wherever you are." Diaermut called out coyly. "I know you've been offered a hefty sum, but I can assure you I can do better." he lied, waiting for the moment the would be assassin would reveal themselves. All that could be heard was the laboured breaths of an obese Biscuit and the continued muffled music from outside, making it almost impossible for Diaermut to detect any movement. Suddenly, a rap of metal on wood emanated from the back of his chair, and the chimera caught his breath. The faint glow of two green eyes illuminated a fair faced male, decked out in a full nano-tech garb and adorned with all kinds of weapons and machinations. Immediately, both of the remaining guards in the room aimed their assault rifles toward the assassin. "JESUS, what the fuck do you idiots think you're doing?! Let alone possibly shooting me, you're going end up as sacks of meat if you don't relax. Put your weapons down. This guy is legit." Fidgeting angrily, he placed his knife on the table before him and slumped in his chair, his mind attempting to develop an escape route as quickly as possible. For now, the best he could do is buy time. "So. You got me. Before you do the honour of slaughtering me, who are you? You look somewhat familiar, but I don't think I've heard of a cat wanna-be like you slinking around in these parts."
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  11. Yuwa felt his lips peel back over his pure white teeth, practically shining out from his grin in the dark. Taking a step forwards, he stood beside the chair, his enhanced eyes flicking from one guard to the other, fixing them both with his twisted grin. Turning to Diaermut, his clawed fingers trailed across the desk, stopping as they brushed the flip knife, deftly scooping it up. His thumb lazily flicked it open and shut as it twirled between his fingers like a living thing. Every time the blade passed by one of his claw tips, it would scour a line in the metal, leaving a pattern of small scars on the knife. “Mmm… I think you must be mistaken, Mr. Nh’Og.” He glanced back at the two body guards. “I’m not one of your usual fare.” Pushing himself backwards, the boy sat on the desk, pointing at the chimera with the blade. “Though I’m a bit taken aback. You think my employers would have hired someone who could be swayed simply to the tune of more money? I will reiterate I am not one of your kill kennel beasts!” The insult was spat with cold ferocity as he whipped around, throwing his arm in a wide arc. Diaermut’s knife left his hand, spinning through the air to sink into one of the guards, while the other simply seemed to drop, a thin red line drawing itself across his throat then spilling his blood in quantity. Turning around once more, he leaned in close to Diaermut, their faces mere inches apart. “You can’t interest me in money, Mr. Nh’og. I came for you, and that’s what I plan to leave with.” His hand gently cradled the chimera’s jaw, and a faint prick pieced his skin. A tingling sensation slowly spread from the area threading through his veins as his clothes began to grow baggy and loose, and the boys’ green gaze seemed to get higher and higher above him.
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  13. "You came for me? Well this can't be goo-" Diaermut cut out, feeling the nail scrape his cheek and his mind begin to swim. He knew he hadn't drunk enough alcohol to be drunk, so the only explanation was that the nail was tipped with poison, or an anaesthetic of some description. However, what unsettled him the most, was that the assassin's emerald eyes appeared to move farther and farther away from him. A hallucinogenic? Looking around him, the only thing he could see were those illuminating irises, and he gasped as he realised his clothes were growing bigger and bigger around him. As his shirt enveloped him, he caught a final glance at the assassin's expression, and he knew exactly what was happening. In his youth he'd heard of reagents developed in the same lab he'd been created in that could reduce the size of organic matter. He was shrinking. Now he finally understood what the effeminate assassin wanted. It wasn't about killing him, it was about getting rid of him, and he dreaded the thought of what laid in store for him. He continued to grow smaller and smaller, fear gripping him as he tried his best to swim through the layers of cloth that covered his now tiny form. After a few moments, he felt cool air drifting through a final layer of clothing, and he cast it off, trying his best to escape.
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  15. Yuwa smiled as he watched his target vanish within his clothes. With the doors locked and the guards dead, the fun could begin. He stretched out across the man’s desk, lying on its surface as he watched the bulge slowly dwindle away. Reaching out his hand, he gave it a gentle poke with his claw, then leisurely placed his hand on top of it, pressing down slowly. He could feel the reduced form of Diaermut squirming beneath the cloth. His tongue slowly ran across his teeth and he lifted himself from the desk, keeping the chimera pinned in place. His squirms really were delectable, but beneath the thick layers of cloth, they were far too muted. Yuwa was looking for something a bit more vivid. Seating himself in Diaermut’s chair, on top of the folds of his clothes, he lifted his hand. A quick flick of his razor sharp claws tore the fabric wide open, leaving the tiny man exposed. Lowering his finger down to His prey’s chest, the assassin easily knocked him onto his back, holding him in place with his claw tip at the man’s chin. “Now, you were bargaining for your life?” The boy shifted in place happily. With a powerful thigh on either side of Diaermut, a sheer drop at one end, and his crotch at the other, he was going nowhere the boy didn’t want him to be.
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  17. Before he could taste freedom, he felt a jab from something above, throwing him off balance. Looking around and panting in the cramped space, he suddenly felt a weight fall upon him and grip him from all sides. He could only imagine what it was, and after feeling several appendages around him he realised it most likely was the assassin's hand. As the palm pressed down upon his minute form, he began to struggle, the space for him to breathe growing smaller by the second and the force from above pressing what little precious air he had out of his lungs. Flailing his arms and yelling in pain, he knew there wasn't going to be anyone coming to his aide, and he begged for mercy. "P-please, I beg you, let me go!" he pleaded, suddenly feeling the force from above retract and the cloth that once covered him fall around his naked, heaving body. Spinning around, he looked up, and a strange feeling overcame him that could only be described as both terror and lust. The assassin's skin-tight suit clung to his well built form, but it towered above him in a way that horrified him. On either side of him, the predator's thighs rose fiendishly high, and behind him was a drop several stories in comparison to him. Directly in front of him was the now huge assailant's crotch, though he only had a few moments to look at it before an enormous finger descended from above and pinned him down. "P-please... It's not like these guys weren't fucking over other people. I was only taking money from bad people! Please don't kill me..." he begged, his bravado fading in the face of the situation he was in.
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  19. “Oh come on now, you’re smarter than that, Dia. You think I do this to be a hero?” He leaned down close to his tiny prey, his hot, humid breath washing over his naked form. “I eat heroes for breakfast.” It was a bit disappointing that this supposed king pin broke without any real persuasion, but while he was there, he might as well have some fun with him. The tiny chimera might have been willing for the time being, but Yuwa was curious to see how far that would last if he was pushed. “Hmm… I suppose you’re right. I went through all this extra effort to slip in to this place, I might as well get something out of it…” The augmented cat boy began to roll Diaermut back and forth beneath his fingertip absentmindedly. Lifting his feet onto the chair, he grinned down at the tiny cat. Dragging a finger along the soles, the nano fabric responded, splitting open, then peeling back to leave the boy’s feet bare. He sighed as he wriggled his toes, flexing his soft, wrinkled soles. “If you don’t want to die, then you had better show me that you’re worth keeping. Get to work, speck.” Yuwa’s feet looked above him, like dark monoliths in the lightless room. The skin glistened faintly from the accumulated sweat of the tight suit, filling the air between them with their pungent reek and radiating heat.
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  21. Feeling dizzy after having been rolled around, Diaermut attempted to stand up straight. "I-I ugh..." he muttered composing himself. "I never said that you were a hero, I just thought maybe you’d have a conscience. But what did I expect from someone who kills for a living, huh?" he retorted, some of his confidence returning as the shock wore off. Due to there being little to no light in the room, Diaermut was confused when the cat boy began to shift around. Though he did not initially see what was before him, he certainly smelled and felt the heat and humidity emanating from the assassin's comparatively enormous feet. "W-what the fuck? What do you mean get to work? What does that even mea-" Diaermut growled up at the cat boy, his voice trailing off as his eyes met the cold glowing gaze of the huge assassin, the irises creating a small spotlight over him. Taking an apprehensive step back, he looked behind him towards the drop.
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  23. The catboy chuckled softly, leaning his feet down, then slowly pressing them together. “You should probably figure that out, huh.” He watched gleefully as the tiny feline slowly disappeared between his soles. Now that was more like it. He relished in the way Diaermut’s tiny form felt between his feet, the warmth of his skin overpowered by the boy’s own soles. He loved the way that tiny body shifted and squirmed so powerlessly. He just wanted to press his feet together as hard as he could and crush the man, but then he would be out his toy… As he rubbed his feet back and forth over Diaermut, he could feel the sweat beginning to dry. The leathery skin of his feet was beginning to rub rather abrasively against itself, and his new toy, and that simply wouldn’t do. If he let that go on, the little guy might get torn to shreds. Letting his soles fall apart, he smirked down at his new toy, bathed in sweat and foot odor and mushed nearly to death between his silky feet. “Gotten any ideas yet?~”.
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  25. Without warning, he felt the huge, fleshy and damp soles descend upon him, the smell and sweat enveloping his whole world. Panicking almost immediately, he squirmed as the weight increased, trying his best to crawl upwards and away from the mass of pungent flesh on top of him. This only made things worse for him however, and his body was held in place just as his head peeked out from underneath the ball of the assassin's feet, his face now directly beneath the cat boy's even sweatier and more stifling toes. Squirming for a little bit longer, he finally felt fresh air wash over him, the assassin's mischievous expression staring down at his exhausted form, delighted with his suffering. "J-just tell me what you want me to do, you bastard." he replied, struggling to get up, his muscles aching from the force that had previously been applied on his comparatively fragile body.
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  27. Yuwa ruffled up the tiny feline’s hair with a finger then pressed his face back into his wrinkled sole. “Mind your manners, mouse~” He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest. “After all the effort I went through to get in here, the least you can do is show some appreciation. You’ve shown me you’ve got a sharp tongue, let’s see how soft you can get it.” Letting one of his legs dangle off the edge of the chair, he laid Diaermut on his back, placing his foot down on top of the tiny feline, with his head sandwiched between the slender toes. “Make them spotless, or I’ll use you like a scrub brush.”
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  29. As Yuwa lectured Diaermut, he was returned to the same uncomfortable and sweaty position as before, the wrinkly sole pressing into his soft and slick body. He dreaded hearing those words from the assassin, and felt helpless now that he was enveloped by his entire foot. The toes wiggled and gripped his face, and Diaermut sighed in defeat, his once clean body, and soon to be his mouth, violated by the sweat and scent of the assassin’s feet. Stretching out his tongue, he unenthusiastically dragged it across the salty and wet flesh between the assassins toes, picking up toe jam and sweat as he went along. Gagging, he continued to lick, fearing for his safety, albeit slowly and with an expression of complete disgust. All the while, he felt the sole of the foot massaging it’s sweat into the rest of the feline’s body, the slick surface rubbing against his sensitive cock and stimulating it against his will.
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  31. The assassin grinned to himself as he leaned back in the chair. It had been too long since he had last taken a job simply for the fun of it. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of the tiny tongue sliding between his toes, slowly pressing his foot down on Diaermut. His soft sole conformed around the tiny chimera’s body, forcing the breath from his lungs before the boy relented. “Mmm… Good little kitty, just like that.” Lifting his foot as little as he could, he gave it a twist, grinding his sweaty skin against his tiny toy before settling his foot down once more, squeezing the tiny cat’s head between his next two toes where he was met with a fresh sheen of dripping sweat to be cleaned. The assassin was in ecstasy as he felt that tiny tongue get to work once more. He felt his toy slowly becoming erect against the bottom of his foot, and he smirked. Lifting his toes, he pressed the pads against Diaermut’s face as he began to taunt him. “Feels like someone is enjoying themselves down there.” Pressing down harder, he began to rub his sole back and forth across his body, paying attention to the feline’s tiny member dragging across it. “Does it make you happy, to drink my sweat? To breathe in my smell?” Reaching down, he slowly pulled his shrunken toy free, holding his hand between two fingers as he was dangled in front of the boy’s face.
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  33. Diaermut felt the entire sole, ball of the foot and toes encapsulate every millimeter of his tiny form. Already being subjected to the pain of licking the sweat free from between his toes, it added insult to injury when the enormous assassin’s foot twisted and pressed downwards, all of the air in his lungs being forced outwards, his lungs burning. When the foot was lifted up, he had only a few short moments to fill his lungs with air, air that immediately was replaced with cat boy’s foot funk as his toes gripped his head between them, the smell here even more potent than earlier. The smell burned his throat as he sucked inwards, and he was disappointed to see that he was exposed to even more salty and pungent flesh for him to run his wet tongue against. He licked the area as much as possible, realising just how vulnerable of position he was in, his head caught between the assassin’s two muscular toes. His head could be crushed at any moment if the cruel giant so chose. He then saw the assassin smirk above him, and the toes rose and pressed down against his face as he taunted the little chimera, the sole now rubbing against his sensitive region. “I-I- N-n” he stammered, the sensation from his crotch robbing him of his ability to speak, the feeling of being exploited in this way by such an attractive being both divine and terrifying. Just before he felt himself reach climax, the cat boy lifted him up, his smug expression looking over his sore and slightly bruised body, his little cock still erect. “N-no it does not…” he lied poorly, trying his best to avoid eye contact.
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  35. “Hmm, what a shame for you.” Cradling Diaermut’s tiny form in his hand, he reached down to pull open the waist of his suit. With a malicious smirk on his face, the tiny chimera was slowly lowered down into the dark depths until he was face to face with the boy’s massive, flaccid cock. The musky smell in the air was suffocating, and sweat visibly dripped down the assassin’s skin from being trapped beneath the suit for so long. “I’m having quite a bit of fun, so you’re just going to have to suck it up, and I mean that literally.” Scooping his hand beneath his genitals, the warm, soft skin of his balls slid across Diaermut’s body in an instant, completely covering him. His breath was cut off as the massive, squishy orbs sat on top of his body, soaking him in musky sweat. Yuwamuru sighed as he began to squeeze his toy against them, rolling them back and forth with his fingers. Dragging the tiny feline forwards, he was given only an instant to suck in breath before his perspiration coated body was squeezed against the bottom of the boy’s shaft. He felt his heart begin beating faster, and his cock twitched faintly as it began to swell with his rushing blood. Pulling his tiny toy higher, he squished Diaermut’s face into his foreskin, the silky hood of sweaty, wrinkled skin engulfing his head entirely. Leaving him in the sweltering depths for an instant, a sadistic grin split his cheeks as he pulled his tiny toy’s head free. “I best feel your tongue very soon, otherwise you might just suffocate. I’m not known for being gentle with disobedient cock rags.” Without waiting for a response, Diaermut was pushed back down, his head vanishing once more with a faint squish, a small drop of warm precum rolling down his back.
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  37. His shoulders ached painfully as he was lowered downwards, his eyes widening and his expression shifting from exhaustion to fear. “N-no please, this is too much! Not down there!” he yelled up at the sadistic assassin, humid darkness enveloping him as the smell of ripe sex filled his nostrils. The sour smell of the cat boy’s massive cock head mixed with the masculine scent of sweat, causing Diaermut’s cock to continue standing firm and he fidgeted wildy trying to free himself. The wet, slick skin ran against his soft and tiny body, and he suddenly found himself underneath the boy’s enormous testicles. The weight pushed down against him, his body forming an outline against the taut fabric of the suit, and the skin entombed him, sweat running around him, covering him in their smell. All of the oxygen was forced yet again out of his aching lungs, and he flailed and wriggled, trying gain access to air before he lost consciousness. Undoubtedly, he knew his actions only further pleased his relentless captor, though he was relieved when he felt himself pulled up from underneath the pungent balls. His relief only lasted a few short seconds however, before he was forced up against the assassin’s ever more slick, and ever more pungent cock. As he was rubbed upwards, he heard the blood flow rushing faster through the monolith of flesh, and Diaermut’s face scrunched in disgust as he smelled the strong smell emanating from what he could only assume was the wrinkly cock head. A finger forced his head forward, and a quick scream was all he could release before his face was shoved into the grimey flesh, the moist covered in a combination of pre-cum, dry piss and sweat. The grime got in his mouth, and he gasped for air, but to no avail. He felt his head freed for only a moment longer, as his instructions were divulged to him, and he began to lick, his head now fully submerged in viscous pre-cum, his tongue lapping almost animalistically at the sensitive flesh as he fought to survive the onslaught on kinky abuse.
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  39. Each little squeak and scream that emanated from the assassin’s mouse sized cat was music to his ears. Yuwa noted, not without some amusement that, despite the torture he was being put through, Diaermut remained erect as well. His train of thought quickly shifted as his toy’s tongue began to flick against the sensitive head of his cock. His augmented senses could just barely detect faint slurping sounds as his little toy strove desperately to please him. Pressing his thumb against the shrunken creature’s head, he pinned him even tighter against the slick skin. All it took was a gentle wiggle for Diaermut’s head to slip just enough to wedge his face into the giant boy’s urethra. The thick, warm flesh smothered his face, and the precum that slowly drooled out over his body began to force its way into his mouth and nose. Yuwa held him there for a few moments, until he felt the convulsions of suffocation begin to kick in. Letting his toy suck down a few breaths, he gave him a few seconds to relax before jamming his head back down against that sensitive hole. Letting him lick just a bit longer, the assassin was almost reluctant to drag him away as he began to slowly rub the man up and down his shaft. Squeezed tightly enough that Yuwa’s skin deformed around his body, he was only able to draw half breaths. Thankfully, by this point enough musky precum had soaked his shaft that the friction of being rubbed back and forth only warmed him rather than burning him. The catboy bit his lip at the soft slurping noises that came from massaging himself with his tiny, pre soaked toy.
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  41. Diaermut felt the assassin’s breaths becoming progressively more laboured, his actions clearly pleasing the giant boy. He felt the force being applied behind his head increase, and his head was pushed through the pool of pre-cum and against the swollen lips of the comparatively enormous cock’s slit. While his lungs began to burn with the agonising reminder of his need to breathe, he let his feline tongue stroke forcefully against the fleshy folds, the sound of the assassin’s heart beat reverberating around him from all angles. The weight increased even further however, and he began to feel his head engulfed in the head of the cock, the slit hungrily sucking his skull downwrds. Pre-cum seemed to filled every oraphice in his face, his ears, his nostrils, his ears. He gulped down pre-cum, trying to free his throat, but what was swallowed was replaced instantly. Just as he began to feel his consciousness waning, he remerged from the thick liquid, his lungs sucking down the stale and humid air around him, grateful to be breathing regardless of the scent. His freedom lasted only a few moments however, and his face was thrust again down into the shallow depths. Eager for this not to be his end, he continued to lick, hoping those would not have been his last breaths, his tongue licking around the inside of the shaft, an action that seemed to make the walls grow ever-tighter. To his luck, he was thrust back into the air, although now he was pushed directly against the assassin’s shaft. The flesh of the giant’s cock was slick with dripping pre-cum, as was his body, and slide up and down the cock easily. Applying a little more force, the assassin tightened his grip around Diaermut, and the hot, soft, though rigid flesh of the cock conformed around his tiny body, the chimera now aiding in externally pleasuring the boy. He was horrified by the experience, though he could not deny the pleasure he felt emanating from his loins, as his body and crotch were rubbing up and down the exquisite and pungent cock.
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  43. Yuwa felt his toes curl as the wriggling body of the frightened chimera slid up and down his shaft. The excess of precum dripped over his toy and down his hand, giving both a glistening sheen. His lips curled as the thought of squeezing harder flickered in his mind. All it would take is an ounce of extra pressure to fracture the tiny creature’s body. He could be reduced from a humiliated, abused toy to a thick, crimson smear. The assassin’s tongue slid across his lip as his toes stretched and curled, and his thighs quivered. Pressing Diaermut back against the head of his cock, he jammed the tiny creature’s face back inside the fleshy lips of his urethra just as the first searing wave of cum surged forth. A throaty moan slipped free of his throat as the thick, sticky seed shot into his toy’s. A second, then a third shot crashed against his face with enough pressure to bruise as the bubbling tide forced its way down his nostrils and around his face, clinging to his skin as it threatened to overwhelm his body. Yuwa’s breathe shook, then he exhaled. His tensed body relaxed and he lowered the hand containing his cum soaked cock toy to his thigh. For a moment, he looked as though he was going to fall asleep, then a familiar grin crept across his face. His thumb parted the thick mess of steaming spooge as it stroked Diaermut’s head and he spoke. “Mmm… looks like you’re good and slimy. Plenty lubed up for what comes next~”
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  45. Every square millimeter of Diaermut’s body was slathered in pre-cum, the thin and strong smelling film covering every nook and cranny of his being. The tiny cat boy felt the hand clench a little harder here or there as it rubbed, his captor most likely debating whether to end Diaermut’s suffering once and for all. For what felt like forever, the assassin continued to pleasure himself with the hapless and shrunken, once formidable, chimera. What had been an intimidating and sharp witted mob boss, was now the plaything of a perverted bounty hunter, a concept that utterly demeaned the cat boy. For now, the best he could do was try to extend his life for as long as possible, and to please the merciless giant for as long as he saw fit. Noticing the progressively more dramatic reactions the assassin was exhibiting, he knew it wasn’t long before his captor was ready to blow his load. Almost immediately after this conclusion, Diaermut felt himself raised up, right to the head for the undulating cock, his head yet again wrapped in the lips of the urethra and pre-cum, to await the expulsion of the ruthless assassin’s seed. A strong surge of pressure shot upwards, making his ears pop, and the already viscous pre-cum that rushed past him was replaced even thicker semen. Diaermut clenched his mouth firmly shut, but he could not prevent the liquid from seeping through his nostrils, the force of the seed making him choke violently as it forced it’s way down his throat. By the second and third shot, his mouth was agape, and seed shot down his throat painfully, the heat of the freshly churned cum burning him. Feeling himself free from the flow, the remaining liquid he did not manage to swallow shot from his mouth and nostrils, choking loudly. Diaermut sat, gulping down air, tears mixing with thick seed as it clung to every part of his body, awaiting his master’s next decision. The cat boy felt the giant’s finger stroke his head, freeing his face from a thick layer of the semen. “N-next?!” Diaermut stammered.
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  47. The assassin smiled down at the shrunken, trembling, degraded chimera sitting in his palm. His thumb slowly stroked the edge of his jawline as he savored the tiny creature’s fear. Leaning back further in what was formerly Diaermut’s chair, his free hand dragged a finger along the bottom of his catsuit. The suit split, then peeled back as it had done around his feet, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. Reaching down to lift his sack out of the way, Yuwa revealed his pale, perfect cheeks, and the small dark pucker of his anus. “It might be a bit of a tight squeeze, but I think you’re slippery enough to fit with a bit of wiggling.” The assassin’s hand gripped him tightly as he was lowered towards that ominous ring of muscle. The sweat dripped down from the boy’s crack where it had previously been trapped by the suit. With his face smashed against the wrinkled skin of Yuwa’s greasy backside, the boy flexed, pushing out against his face, giggling as the tiny chimera’s features were cleared of cum only to be slathered in sweat and an unmentionable slime. He moaned softly as he began to rub the man’s head in circles, savoring his every movement. He could almost feel his expression pressed into his sweaty asshole. “I’ve had a lot of fun playing with you, kitty, but I’m done now. You made a better foot toy than you did a king pin, but unfortunately not good enough to keep. I’m going to shove you up my ass now where you can live out the rest of your short life as my squirmy little buttplug. You’ll suffocate and die in there, packed into my shit where you belong, and no one will remember your name.” All it took was minimal pressure from Yuwa’s thumb on the back of his toy’s head and it was crammed into that greasy ring with a faint squish, plunging his toy into the realm of filth just behind it.
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  49. Diaermut stared up in fear at the fiendish assassin, his expression contorted in fear, a fact completely ignored by the giant. Confused by Yuwa’s inhuman lack of empathy, he shook, the giant’s smile rocking him to the core. The giant took his other hand, and ran it along the bottom of his nano-suit, the cloth falling to the ground, exposing the rest of his perfect, terrifying body. He watched the assassin lean back, his eyes not looking away for even a moment, and his legs spread. “No! Don’t even think about it! Please! Let me go you son of a bitch!” Diaermut yelled out, greif shifting to rage as he stood up, the drying cum that caked his body coagulating, and slowing his movements dramatically. As the giant lowered his hand, and moved his balls to the side, the distinct scent mixed with the smell of the cum that covered him, and the reality of his fate became even more real. “Don’t you dare!” Diaermut yelled in vain again, tripping in the thick strands of goop and falling, now completely unable to get up. The giant’s fingers wrapped around his body, tears streaming down his face, struggling and wriggling as a last ditch attempt to escape. Hearing the assassin’s words only increased his fear, and when his face eventually made contact with the putrid, perverse flesh he yelled out, the grime covering his face. Almost immediately afterwards, the fleshy ring opened, his head going from circling the flesh to being consumed by it. His body, covered in semen and greasy sweat, as well as other inexplicable substances, slid in easily, the outside world vanishing as he entered the dark chamber, the first thing hitting him being the smell. Still sobbing, he felt the rest of his body enter the filthy rectum, the ring of muscle closing, and the giant’s finger withdrawing, his body wriggling forward a little, the undulating and slick walls gripping his tiny body as he caressed them. No matter what he did, his movements made the giant feel pleasure, and it was only after having the air squeezed out of him by the rectal walls several times that he was up against the giant’s prostate. The air was acrid and thick, the smell of faeces everywhere, making him gag. He dreaded what was to come in the near future, and he knew there was no escaping this now: it was the end of the line.
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  51. Yuwa cooed softly as he felt Diaermut’s shoulders stretch out his hole. Clenching his teeth and shoving with his fingers, he grinned as he gleefully crammed the rest of the thrashing feline into his puckered anus. As the greasy ring slid over the tiny creature’s body, a quiet squelch betrayed the filth he slipped into. The assassin clearly felt as his toy’s face parted the slimy folds of his intestines, bringing him explicit pleasure as his toy’s thrashing limbs beat against his bowel walls. Replacing the shed pants of his catsuit, the boy slid to his feet, admiring the curves of his shapely rear. Smirking, he gave it a teasing smack, causing it to clench. His bowels crushed around their new inhabitant, washing over him in searing, acrid gas. Ever so slowly, the shrunken man was dragged deeper and deeper into the boy’s body, cloying slime and thicker filth building up on his body as he went. Glancing at the locked door, Yuwa decided that he had time to spare. Sitting back down in the chair, he stretched out his limbs, yawning as he settled down. Placing a hand on his abdomen, he pressed down gently, feeling the tiny bulge that was Diaermut. Not long now… His fingers traced the bulge as it gradually made its way upwards until finally, it vanished, disappearing into a large, soft mass. Despite all his kicking and thrashing, and screaming, the coercive squeezing of Yuwa’s intestines easily overpowered him, forcing him along on his course. The faint gurgles of shifting gas even drowned out his voice as he moved. Squeezed against his will the filthy earthen smell of feces only got stronger and stronger, until a wet squishing gave him a split seconds notice before he was jammed into a lump of it, silencing his cries. The contractions of Yuwa’s intestines continues pushing him further and further, compressing the filth around him. As he was shoved into the waste, sharp fragments brushed against his body, prodding and stabbing at him as he was mixed among them. His every orifice was packed with the rancid sludge, and each passing contraction of the boy’s intestines surrounded him with yet more filth and half-digested bones. It wasn’t long, but each instant was an eternity to the thrashing feline as he was put in his place. Packed into shit and impaled on the bones of some of his own guards, there was nothing left for him to do but wait for oxygen deprivation to set in putting an end to his struggles, and his life. As the assassin felt the movement in his gut die down, he slid from the chair, crawling back into the vent he had used to enter the room. He had his fun, now it was time to return home, relax, maybe even take another job, maybe the next one would yield a toy worth keeping~
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  53. The walls went from crushing poor Diaermut, to kneading him. The muscular and slimy walls rolling over the tiny cat boy in waves, drawing him further and further up the assassin’s intestines. Diaermut knew instinctively where his destination lead, and as he moved farther and farther up, the smell grew ever stronger. All around him he heard the giant’s breath and his excited heartbeat, the whoosh of blood and the gurgling of digestion. The lewd internal dimension of his captor, and soon to be his killer, surrounded him, and continued to consume him. After a few minutes, he was pushed up against a thick wall, the smell making him choke. He thrashed in fear, trying to crawl away from the mass of shit in front of him, but the walls kept drawn him back, closer and closer. First, his feet began to sink into the sludge, and then his knees, and his hips. He screamed loudly, cursing in fear as his hands attempted to dig into the slick flesh, his nails sliding without effect due to the mucus membrane that protected the undulating walls. As he seeped further and further inwards, with only his head exposed, he felt his limbs come in contact with hard objects, which he assumed were the bones of his associates. He screamed one, last, time, before he was fully consumed in the mass, thrashing around as much as he could in the brown foul muck, his mouth, nostrils and ears filling entirely with shit as he tried to breath. His lungs burning with the stench, and oxygen deprivation, he felt his consciousness slip away. Absorbed by the filthy darkness, everything faded. He lived as a king and died as a plaything...
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