It was a surprisingly normal club, considering the part of town it was in. Bright red lights outside and noise from the pubs and other clubs. Scantily clad guys and girls grinding against each other, signaling to cars that passed by, offering their services. The booming sound of pop music was inescapable, and the sweat and alcohol permeated the air, barely hidden beneath the veil of cheap perfume.
 
But, between the dirty deeds and literal dirt on the streets, there it sat, surprisingly… normal. A somewhat attention-pulling sign tried to attract new customers, but it got lost between the gigantic neon posts advertising all sorts of perversions and addictions. Law enforcement didn’t step anywhere close to that spot in the city, and every sort of activity ran rampant there. As long as the owners of the clubs agreed on it, anyway. It was a pretty well-known ‘secret’ that they had their own interests, and occasionally would come visit.
 
Or at least, it was a well-known secret for those that frequented said places often.
 
For newcomers like Linda, everyone here was just a freak.
 
But then again, she had come to this part of town for her own purposes, hadn’t she? Looking for a very normal club in the worst place in the city. It was a few blocks deep, and she thankfully had managed to convince some of her friends to join her in going there. It was easier not to get cornered and used as a toy if you had other people with you… consent was assumed as soon as you crossed the line into this place, so getting dragged away and used was expected, and for many, a highlight. Having a few buffers to get picked off and enjoy a wild night on their own was pretty much mandatory for such an innocent-looking girl like her.
 
She was a grey cat, fuzzy ears puffing up and her tail respectfully tucked under her skirt. A loose shirt hid the size of her bust, though the plump backside she had was impossible to disguise. One by one they were picked off, a pair of Hyenas that didn’t even try hiding their cocks, an amazonian doggie girl scooping up one of her guy pals and walking away without a word, a snake that stopped them dead on the streets and walked away with a few hypnotized toys. By the time she got to the bar, the dozen or so friends she had convinced to come with her had been picked off until only two remained. But they had arrived.
 
That corner club, so… out of place, yet still perfectly blending in. Seedy, but nowhere as attention-calling as the other clubs. There seemed to be no reason as to why this place couldn’t be located anywhere else in the city. The name was the only thing giving any weird vibes off, anyway. ‘The Maw’. In crimson letters, on an otherwise dull sign. No explicit signs, no talk of aphrodisiacs or drugs to make sex better, not even anything overtly sexual. Just that. ‘The Maw’.
 
“We arrived,” Linda said, letting out a satisfied purr as she walked through the door with her friends. Past the german shepherd that stood guard, that happened to catch the eye of her companions, that decided to stay behind to chat with him… and presumably, later that night, get dicked down. Ah, it wasn’t a problem. She wasn’t here to have fun with them, anyway. No. She was here for… well, for herself. No one specific. Just her.
 
And hopefully, in that club… her predator.
 
The club was eerily normal. Music blasting on her ears, people talking and laughing, a fully stocked bar. Other than the fact there weren’t a lot of people in there, it’d look like any old club, inside and outside. But that name. The place it was in. It had to be the one place she could finally fulfill those awkward fantasies that kept her awake at night, pleasuring herself.
 
She went straight for the bar, where most everyone seemed to be. Chatting each other up, giggling, flirting, and awkward talk. Every sort of person seemed to be here… some types that she never dreamed would come to this side of town, let alone to this club. It excited her. It made her feel welcomed.
 
She got herself more comfortable, brushing the fur on top of her head just right. Looking presentable wasn’t exactly necessary, but she liked being tidy. Pulling her shirt down and adjusting it, revealing that the kitty was in fact, quite busty, as well as fat assed. Fuzzy ears and lovely green eyes gave her an eerie look, even despite her rather mundane clothes. Getting a whistle from some direction she didn’t really care about. Her dull, grayish fur getting painted by the club’s flashing lights, as her drink got handed to her. Strawberry liqueur. She reached for it, and-
 
Someone grabbed it instead.
 
She followed the gloved hand up to its owner, and the sharp, cruel grin that they had.
 
“Hey there, cute stuff. Didn’t hear me callin’ ya?” The shark leaned into the counter, the barman going away to serve other clientele. She was an absolute giant. The kitty barely registered at five feet and a half, and the shark gal leaning on the counter was easily six feet plus. It was a daunting sight. It was also a very enticing sight.
 
A tiger shark, dressed up in a sleeveless leather jacket and a top that did a laughable job at holding her bust at bay. Ripped jeans that made the bulge on her pants very obvious, and allowed everyone in the club to get a peek at what she was offering. Half of her hair shaved, the other half painted an obnoxious, incredibly artificial pink. And that smile. Rows upon rows of teeth to lacerate anything that touched it. It made her very, very anxious. A tingle excited, but, anxious above any curiosity.
 
“N-no, I think, I think I didn’t.” Linda laughed softly, turning around to properly face the punk, leaning over and trying to make her features as obvious as possible for the one holding her drink. “And to what do I owe you the pleasure, hrm?” The cat asked, trying to come off as sly, but her anxiety was obvious even to those not in the conversation. Still, her attempt did make the Shark let out a chuckle.
 
They took a sip of the drink, smiling. And completely avoiding the question. “Never seen you around here. This place is mostly kept up for regulars. You got any idea what you’re in for, babe?” The only way Linda could describe that voice was as… voracious. Hungry.
 
She spent a few seconds looking at the drink, then back at those rows upon rows of teeth. “Being… well… getting eaten… and getting out. A-and no offense, but... I think… your mouth doesn’t look like the comfiest of places.”
 
 
Again, she got a chuckle out of the Shark, who leaned in close to whisper at the other’s ears. “I know it’s easy to assume a gal with teeth like mine would just wanna rip someone apart… but I prefer gobbling cuties like you.” She licked the kitty’s ear, sending shivers up Linda’s spine. “And keeping them around, if they’re fun enough.” Leaning back to finish the drink, she left the other to make up her mind.
 
“W-well… do you have a place or d-do we just-” Linda was stopped by her will-be predator, who helped her up from her seat and led her into the backrooms of the establishment.
 
“Don’t worry.” She winked as they disappeared behind a curtained door behind the bar, that Linda had just assumed was there for decoration. A long corridor full of also curtained doors, all of them a nice teal with a minty smell to them. Sounds of struggling, giggles, and one-sided cooing flooded the hall, though the music, even muffled, did a mostly good job hiding it. The slight peeks she got while reaching the Shark’s private booth filled her with enthusiasm, pausing for a moment to watch a bara owl gobbling up a cute squirrel boy… before her pred just dragged her on. All the way to the end of the corridor, to blue curtains that were wide open, revealing a pool full of crystalline looking water.
 
It seemed far more luxurious than the modest suites, far more spacious, too. A small bar to the left, and a collection of mints and other breath fresheners to the right. Seemed like the shark liked to keep her mouth clean. It kind of excited the clean and posh kitty. She didn’t know what to expect, but the softness of it all excited her to no end.
 
“How about a bit of foreplay, babe?” The Shark fell back first into the water, swimming to the opposite end, spreading her legs wide. She clearly didn’t care that her clothes were wet, or the fact her half-chub was showing, and making the obvious bulge in her jeans be barely contained by the zipper. That pair of pants was probably ripless before it landed with her.
 
Linda hesitated. She took her shoes off and kicked them to the side, and slowly walked into the water. It was surprisingly warm, but went quite deep. she had to tippy toe to get to the other side. Or, maybe she was just a shortstack.
 
Sitting on top of her lap, Linda couldn’t help but look up at her predator’s eyes and realize she didn’t even know their name.
 
That only made it better.
 
“O-okay. Foreplay? Like…” Before she could continue, the Shark had grabbed her hips wide and a long, smooth tongue was dragging across the back of her head. She shut up, letting the pred have her way with her and melting into their embrace, resting against the fat tits she had like they were pillows.
 
The pink-haired gal didn’t care much about what the kitty was thinking, even if she liked doing some nice things for her subs. Her guard had a very interesting and rather crude way of dealing with arrogant customers, and there were more than a few biters in her club. She didn’t like stepping in the shoes of her clientele, so she picked her own favorite niche. Eating cute, unprepared subs and teasing them about being digested, but never actually doing it. Wouldn’t want to lose a client so easily, after all... getting them hooked was way more fun, anyway.
 
‘Fuck, it’s good to be Queen of the Club.’ she thought to herself, barely containing her smile while mothering her prey in slimy, strawberry-scented licks.
 
She ran her tongue all over the kitty, into her throat, over her eyes, nose, breasts. Linda’s fur was soaked both from the water and from all this licking, and her head was spinning. It all felt so good. She felt on the edge of an orgasm already, being lapped all over like she was a lollipop, or a dog’s snack. And then Linda heard it behind her.
 
A loud, satisfying POP!, and the low brrrrlghhhhh of a rumbling stomach. Slowly she was elevated, her head resting against the tongue that offered a protective layer between the deadly rows of teeth beneath her, and above, a terrifying yet hypnotizing view as she slid past rows and rows and rows of teeth, until her vision slowly got obscured, and she was going down her partner’s throat. The hot, slimy sensation, coupled with the smell of the liqueur she drank from her made the kitty feel so horny and helpless she couldn’t help but orgasm.
 
Her body slowly being brought in deeper, and the more of her got swallowed, the less careful the Shark was with her tongue. Taking her time to taste her damp thong, her legs, even sneak in a lick in her feet as those finally went past her lips. The Shark’s throat and abdomen bulged obscenely as the kitty slowly went down to the stomach, getting squeezed by the muscles deeper and deeper until she finally touched the damp mess that was her stomach. Laying inside, getting squeezed by the muscles, feeling all the juices sloshing around. It was bliss.
 
And then, something squeezed against the belly.
 
“Do a good enough job jacking me off from inside there,” The Shark growled, her footlong cock pressed up against her gigantic belly, moving according to Linda. “and I’ll swallow my own cum. Give you something to snack on until I decide to set you free.” She laughed, caressing her cock slowly to get her going, lapping up the occasional glob of pre to show Linda that she was serious.
 
Getting smothered in that sticky liquid and bossed around made the already submissive cat into a complete slave. She forced her whole body forwards, hugging the cock with her form and turning the shark’s belly into a cocksleeve. Arms wrapped around its form, forcing the Shark’s stomach to twist and bulge obscenely, driving her crazy with pleasure as Linda kept squirming inside there. She loved energetic subs.
 
It was no wonder that with a few pumps of that eager hug, Linda’s tail swinging around wildly and only adding to the stomach mess, that gallons worth of jizz got swallowed by the Shark. All going down for her sub, that greedily drank as much as she could before laying in the pool of cum that was now the Shark’s belly, closing her eyes as she fell asleep, too tired from the mind-shattering orgasm and the effort that it took to twist the Shark’s body to her will.
 
The Club Owner was also incredibly tired, her half-soft cock now lazily oozing cum on the water, knowing she could just drain it all and refill it all clean later. But, fuck.
 
She finally found the perfect slave.
 
Maybe…
 
 
Maybe even something more.~