Time to leave

Like Cat and Rat

You walked to the exit door at a rapid pace while saying thank you and see you later, for you weren't going to stay there anymore with that crazy cat! Best to leave and never return.

So you grab the doorknob and spin, but...

"Searching for this, nya?"

Rea shakes the key on her hand, smiling at your predicament.

You try the door again. But it clicks, locked.

Once more you try, rattling the door a bit but despite Rea’s simple place, the doors seem very secure.

She throws the key away and jumps at you, but you duck on the last moment, making her miss as you get away from her

"Nyehehehe! Of course! Why don't we change the game a bit? You can be the little rat that is trying to escape the wild cat's claw! Rrrrrrraaaaauurr!"

She growls sensually at you and you have **** but to flee from that maddened girl.

You slip past an attempt to grab you as she giggles, managing to keep a close distance between you as the two of you dart between furniture, over her coffee table and play ring around the rosie with her couch.

She leaps over it suddenly, with all the grace and speed of a cat towards you.

“Nyaa!”

The sheer speed surprises you, making you fall backwards. But your foot catches on her rug, and now you’re tripping.

Your head lands on the back of the coffee table. And while you feel no pain, your body moves sluggishly for a moment. Enough time for Rea to giggle and wrap your body in the surprisingly heavy rug. Like a cocoon.

You hear her giggle a bit more as she taunts you, holding a bit of the rug in her hand and moving it in front of your face.

"Nyehehehe! Nyou look like a sushi roll! Nyahaha, I love sushi rolls!"

Her tail flails around and straightens up, showing how excited she is

"Nyehe! The only thingy nya need nyow ia shoyu! But… I don't have it… Well! As mommy taught, we gotta do with the spice that we have righty? And I got juuust the right thingy to spice nya!"

You see her lay down on the floor, using the rug like a rope to awkwardly pull your face closer and closer to her looming cheeks. A hand pulls them apart and you can already see the leaking cloud of green as you approach.

Your face meets butt. And you can feel the sweat stick to your skin like glue as she rubs your face between her cheeks, spreading and squishing them together, getting you nice and deep into her crack.

"Rub rub, squish squish, get it thoroughly seasoned~ Nyehe! The spice is really going to cling to nya!"

She grabs the rest of the rug, and then shifts, moving your face with her ass, as she wraps it around her butt and your head. Turning herself into a worm cat.

But one with a face deep in its ass as she giggles.

You realize just how trapped you are as she wiggles a little. Your face is **** to move with her cheeks as she laughs to herself.

She stops all of a sudden. And you hear a silent hiss from her ass.

The green stink suddenly being all you can see as the makeshift dutch oven fills with her fishy gas. A revolting mix of many, many different fish, all digested and expelled from her body and into your waiting nose. Maybe you are becoming a Sushi roll, with your body absorbing all her fishy gas.

Your body writhes against the smell, trying to break free. But her rug holds tight. And she tightens the wrapping over her butt in response. Shifting up a little to further squish your nose right over her hole. She pushes and pushes as her asshole starts pressing into your nose. A second silent blast going right up your nose with more rotten fish. This one is like salmon baked in the sun for much too long.

You cough and gag.

But that does nothing for the cat plunging your face into her ass.

You start to realize how hot this is. Not the situation. But the literal heat as she cooks your face in this tight space. Her ass opens up, a bubbly bomb of gas that sprays your nose with wet pops of fish and meat. But you can’t escape. And every time your nose brushes against her hole and you always hear her meowing in pleasure, as she keeps blasting you down. Her tail wraps around your head, like a leash… maybe you were the pet all along.

The heat rises and rises even more as she lets out more and more gas into the tight confines.

You can hear her giggling. Wondering out loud how you’re doing and how her gas smells inside the oven she's made.

But you can’t answer as your mouth fills with ass when she shifts.

She feels the connection, and only smugly smiles as a warm wet panty burner slowly leaks into your mouth over the course of 10 seconds.

Your mouth fills with her rotten juices, further spreading the overpowering scent, and now flavor, of digested fish.

Rea spins around, smiling relieved as that one felt good leaving her. She now has a content face and a big smile as she stares at the ceiling. Not that you could see, because there's only ass in sight.

"Nyehe! It feels soooo good to release it all on nya! Nya's face is so comfy, it's purrrrrfect! I could do this forever, right nya? Nya wouldn't mind right? Right?"

You’re barely conscious right now. Ironically, only being sustained by the air she’s filling you with.

A wet rumbler. A silent hiss. A loud puff of gas. More and more gas fills your stomach. And you feel less and less conscious with each one.

Rea stops all of a sudden. And you feel her body tense.

"Ugh… nyehehe… Hey… Nya wouldn't recommend staying behind there right now… This is not going to be goody"

And it really wasn't. The monster started Immediately filling your cheeks with so much putrid flavor that you coughed, gagged, heaved, and swallowed most of it. Some leaks out, even out of the tight wrapping that Rea’s made, making her groan in disgust, but the blast continues on.

You’re long **** by the time it tapers off. Leaking green smog from your mouth and nose, and the rug is ruined, forever smelling of fishy catgirl gas. Not that Rea finds out. Not even considering the idea of opening the thing trapping all her gas until you’ve huffed it all up when you wake next, she still has gas and you still have a mouth. So she keeps pumping it all into you, waking you up several times as if she was performing CPR on you, only to knock you out again. This is pure ****, but you have **** but to suffer through… maybe next time you'll learn not flee from a game with a devilish minx.