The fierce leopard surveyed her positioned lackeys. The Primal Awoofies had ushered their packmates into hidden positions around the decrepit warehouse, and Fleurina was poised to perform her masterstroke blow. The ambush was carefully prepared, and thanks to Clawroline's initiative, the irksome invader's meddling would soon be terminated. Her daring success would please Leongar, and just the thought of his praise had the haughty leopardess quietly purring to herself.
As expected, the pink invader steadily overcame the Beast Pack's local forces, working his way towards where Clawroline had tactically stashed their Waddle Dee prisoners. The leopardess was loathe to lose so many good Beast Pack members, but she hoped their sacrifice would help wear down the seemingly tireless crusader that hounded their operation. Truly, this spherical monster represented the last hurdle in Leongar's plans to reunite the ancient forces that would ultimately grant them favor.
An aborted yip and inward gust of wind heralded their foe's arrival. The sentry's final cry alerted the waiting force that the time of action was nigh. Clawroline stood ominously posed behind her cape and top hat, hoping to focus the pink creature's attention on herself exclusively. Kirby waddled through the open doorway with the Awoofy still squirming from behind his jiggling, rubbery hide, before swallowing down the moving shape with a climatic gulp. Clawroline twirled from her poise, revealing her splendorous, feminine curves to the hated interloper.
Clawroline raised her paws high, before extending her long claws and loosing a ferocious yowl, "Meow! Fleurina! The tornadoes, now!" The battle commenced with a stupendous gust, as the swan ballerina stepped forth from her hiding spot, and summoned forth tumbling zephyrs with a spin of her avian body. The tornadoes buffeted Kirby's bouncy form about, while the Primals urged the lesser Awoofies forward in waves. Clawroline darted forth, to join battle against her hated enemy.
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Clawroline darted behind a stack of colorful boxes, her furry hackles raised in adrenaline-fueled angst. She tried to ignore the anguished barks and whooshing gusts of wind, slowly gathering her wits and making sense of the deteriorating battle situation. The little, pink bastard had proved far more agile than his wobbling countenance suggested, and had fended off their combined assault methodically. The leopard shuddered from the recent memory of so many howling Awoofies consigned to the gluttonous attacker's voracious inhalations. Clawroline had raised them from puppies, and Kirby had... used them against her and Fleurina, spitting their sopping bodies back as high-velocity projectiles, to deadly effect.
The leopardess had managed to get a few good licks in on the jiggly abomination with her claws, but she witnessed Kirby chugging down a mysterious vial between chugging down the Awoofies, and his greedy, enduring consumption continued. Clawroline had tactically retreated, leaving Fleurina and the remaining Primal Awoofies to their fate. The fearful feline nearly attacked, when a feathered figure suddenly appeared at her side, panting and visibly frightened.
"That thing... it's unstoppable! He just kept sucking them down, one after the other... Then it wore them, their features, like a mask!I barely got out! We have to escape, get Leongar to—" But the frantic Fleurina's squawking words were cut off, as a Primal Awoofy came bounding by their side. Just as quickly as the small beast made distance, it began sliding backwards, pulled by an inflowing vortex of air. The Awoofy yipped out plaintively, paws scraping along the ground while it was inexorably drawn backwards into Kirby's gaping, suctioning orifice.
"Fleurina, prepare yourself to jump out and spin up another tornado, I have an idea!" Clawroline guided her terrified accomplice into action, pouncing before Kirby, forming a final standoff. The warehouse was silent now, the baying of Awoofies silenced by Kirby's unassailable hunger. As Fleurina poised her wings high in a graceful pirouette, her focus was dashed by a sharp bloom of pain at her back. "Spare me! Spare me you horrible, pink monster, take her instead!" The swan ballerina was staggered by the clawing blow to her back, staring up at the nearby leopardess with hurt, searching eyes before her momentum shifted in a dragging gust. Fleurina chirped out in alarm, as her scaly bird legs slipped backwards into the widening aperture of Kirby's stupendous maw.
Clawroline could not turn her violet eyes away from the macabre seen unfolding at her own doing. The betrayed swan flapped and batted at Kirby's face in desperation, as the flexible little sphere monster adjusted around her much larger, feathery frame. Fleurina kept wildly chirping for help, while the horrified leopard just cowered against a nearby box, unable to tear her gaze from the incremental process. The swan fought her fate, twirling and thrashing about violently, forcing Kirby to exert increasingly powerful sucking force to defeat the frenzied bird woman's efforts. Clawroline thought about intervening then, but was too profoundly defeated to risk further angering the unstoppable glutton.
After the once-mighty ballerina was reduced to a clattering beak and pair of wingtips peeking from Kirby's mouth, Clawroline began desperately voicing her plea, "S-Spare me! We're all being manipulated by a greater Force we— I can help you! Just don't... Please don't eat me like the others!" Kirby only responded by yawning wider, slurping down the last of Fleurina's avian features before clamping down with a rubbery smack. Clawroline could still see Fleurina's desperately twitching outline under the taut, pink flesh of her spherical consumer, before Kirby's entire frame shuddered with the momentous gulp to consign his victim to her final fate.
The leopard woman did not know if this small voracious monster could even understand her words, or if they would beseech him. But a surprisingly low, baritone response resounded from Kirby's small body, "Get on your knees, pussy."
Clawroline obsequiously complied, both hopeful and sickened by the implications. At least communication was possible with this monster, though the leopardess had no idea what the future had in store for her. An echo of pride made Clawroline question her actions, before a muffled squawk from deep within Kirby's interior settled her rising doubts. As the big cat settled into a kneeling, obsequious pose, she shuddered, feeling Kirby's smaller body rounding on her from behind. "Wait... Please, no, I belong to Leongar—!"
But Kirby paid Clawroline's plaintive mewls no heed, pressing forward toward the feline's surprisingly wide, fluffy haunches and flickering tail.