It was quiet in the Citadel for the most part that particular night. It was usually quiet on Sundays. If it was because the various villains of the winding alleyways and grimey buildings liked to take a day off or not was anybody's guess. This is why Kam, the newest of the COIL Patrol, wasn't particularly worried. He held a cigarette between two fingers. It wasn't actually a cigarette in fact, but something that the COIL Labs had come up with in order to make the guards look more gaurd-y. "If you look more like a serious grizzled guard, that's half your job done!" That was their reasoning. And it was nice to have something to fiddle with during the long hours of the night shift. Though there had been an odd uptick in villainous activity, Kam wasn't worried all that much. No one even knew where the COIL base was. They had placed several fake signs around the Citadel that said 'SUPER SECRET COIL BASE. KEEP OUT!'. These doors had guards as well under the assumption that the confusion would keep any villain from trying in the first place. It was the fake cigar that distracted Kam in the end. He looked at the faux smoke curling up from the very convincingly burning end, hypnotized by the rising miasma for just a moment before he felt a slick, wet, fleshy pressure against the side of his face. The Fossa's pupils contracted as a familiar voice gave an 'Mmmm' of appreciation for his taste. The pressure was clear, it was the pressure of a kiss, a pair of lips softly enveloping the whole of the left side of his face. It was the voice that had been in many a COIL warning video. He'd gotten emails and texts alerts and all sorts of things feature that voice, to the point where he knew it so well a mere hum painted a picture of who those lips belonged to. The shiney purple that intruded on the edge of his vision from the girth of those lips only further confirmed this. His hand was halfway to the warning button on his shoulder when an equal warm, soft pressure, a second kiss, pressed against his right. The Foss went still, his breath hitching as the warm slick feeling began to tingle against his face. The sensation of an energy drain had already begun. Kam's fingers failed him as they missed the button entirely. Before he could try again the two pairs of lips on either side of his face pushed further, the sound of smacking, a suction, pulling them closer together until the top lip of either mouth met above the top of his muzzle, the girth of them blinding them as he felt twin tongues playing with his cheeks. He cried out as he lost sight of his target, his final attempt to alert COIL cut off by a hand grabbing his own and pulling it to his side. Both lips pulled away from his face with a messy 'POP!'. Kam's cheeks were slicked with slime that tingled and tickled pleasantly at his senses. He felt drunk suddenly, the world was wobbling from those insidious kisses. "Ah-ah..." Purred a voice. "Wouldn't want you doing anything to ruin the fun!" A giggle followed that once would have made Kam's blood run cold, but now only made the slime around his face tingle a little more intensely. He turned to see Bloop, the enormous Octoroo, most feared villain in the citadel, standing beside him, the swell of an enormous thigh pressing close against his side. The octoroo’s tail curled around his right and pressed him against that hip as it swung in the opposite direction, a wet 'squelch' sounding as that slimey expanse of skin along Bloop's thigh gave warmly against the Fossa's weight. He was knocked off kilter by the tail pushing at his side forced to lean into the gooey, pear shaped form that seemed to encompass his whole world. "It's a surprise party..." Bloop cooed, before his voice took on a darker tone. "And you've got the party favor..." "Y-you..." The fossa stuttered. "Have the right door, I know...and I'm going to relieve you of that little trinket!" He said, plucking a keycard from around Kam's neck, his other hand idly rubbing the Foss's shoulder, before his fingers trailed up to the feline's bare neck, trailing a slimey touch across the tender liens of his throat. Ooze dripped from those fingers, pooling in the collar of Kam's guard armor as Bloop held the keycard high. "Just what I wanted... " He mused, before giving the fossa a little hipcheck, mooshing him further between those impossible hips and the undulating, slick length of that tail. The maw of the insidious appendage smiled at him, as though it were just as amused. It was often wondered if Bloop's tail had a mind of its own or whether it did as the villain bid, but right now, as it kissed his cheek again, that was a little concern. "Now, why don't you find your 'Hiding place'...'" Bloop continued mildly, not bothering to look at the Foss squished against his hips, though he ground and gyrated against the trapped guard idly. The tail pulled back, then kissed lower, the plush push of those lips enveloping the entire right side of Kam's neck, pushing his chin up and mooshing against his cheeks lightly. "You need to be in place for when the party starts~" Another kiss...lower this time...Kam felt drunker still, his vision swam as he tried to push the tail away, but the slick, soft, slug-like flesh gave under his fingers until they slipped off, it was like pushing a wet dough. It kissed again, at his thigh now...It pushed at his legs and he tripped, clutching at Bloop for purchase and finding none. The only thing that stopped him from sliding to the ground was a warm, wet pressure against his legs. He looked down to see that he had vanished up to his calves within the maw of bloop's tail, the lips sucked and undulated at him like a sweet. Before he could exclaim, a slurping sound, disturbingly close to that one might make on a noodle, hit the air and he was suched in up to his thighs. "N-no..." He squirmed, but Bloop simply patted his head, drenching his ears in 'Bloop goop' as the reports called it. "Yes...yes, don't worry I'll make sure you're nice and quiet so you don't spoil..." The octoroo took a breath, relishing the last word. "The surprise." Another slurp. Kam tried to fight it, but his attempts to push at the tail's lips were just as ineffective as they were on any part of Bloop. They slipped, and the tail took advantage, taking his right arm into its grasp. His left remained free as he was suckled in up to his waist. He could feel the tight throat of the thing compacting in around his lower body, squishy, warm mawflesh and esophagus pressing in and tightening undeniably. He could do nothing to extricate himself. The slime inside seemed worse than that on the outside. He found himself, blushing fiercely as his hips were sucked beyond those massive lips. In another slurp, this one past that widest point of his body, he was sucked in up to his pectorals. He looped up at Bloop, who spared him a glance out the corner of his eye, not bothering to turn fully in the direction of his prey. "Try to enjoy it~" He offered, the tail maw's throat giving a possessive clench around it's meal, enough to force a wheeze from the blushing Fossa's throat as the wet pressure squeezed in around him. "Toodles..." "Wai-Mmmphh!" With a powerful contraction of throat muscles and the noisiest slurp yet, Kam's face vanished from the outside world, momentarily framed by those lips, cheeks comically squeezed upwards, before he vanished with a pop. One orange hand remained free, it clenched and wriggled, the fingers not even trying to grab at anything really. It was more a needful trash, a response to the endless stimulation inside the Octoroo's body, endless tightness, all consuming, strangely cozy pressure, and omnipresent slime, all kneading and working him down, that ooze making every point of contact, which was all of them, all the more effective. Bloop didn't look down again as he eyed his prize. He took a single finger, and with a last, almost anti-climactic slurp, he helped to push the Foss's struggling hand beyond the outside world to join the rest of him as a squirming bulge in the warm wet confines of his tail. The occasional almost paw-shaped bulge pressed out against that internal, gastric prison, but besides this, of the guard there was no sign. Bloop gave the keycard a jangle, and turned towards the door, his tail, laden with its living weight, swaying in his wake like a contented serpent. "Let's get this party started~" A predatory rumble hit the air, as lightning flash and the fall of COIL began.