It's a race as old as time: muscle versus machine, tenacity versus technology! Except this robot dog is eating up the competition...

This story contains unwilling oral vore, a robotic canine predator, male ocelot prey, sticky slimy insides and synthetic regurgitation.

Thanks as always to  ShadeRinaldDraws for providing me with the art for the icon!

Without further ado, the story is below:

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Daniel ducked and weaved through the obstacle course, the ocelot’s tail twisting and curving to counter balance his swift and bounding steps. He crouched under an overhang, lept up a ramp and then bounced off a plywood wall, scaling the artificial obstacles with feline grace. He landed on the other side and made a dash for the next section of the course, his boots digging into asphalt as he raced forward. That’s when he heard the thundering steps of his pursuer. With the next set of plywood and steel structures still a few dozen strides away, Daniel dared to sneak a look over his shoulder. Leaping over one of the lower palisades, a blue and silver blur in motion, was ZX99. A cyber-shepherd made of shining metal and painted plastic, roughly the size of a horse galloping on all feral fours, the mechanical mutt was done up to look like an oversized police dog. It was only missing the brass star and slogan on the sides. Artificial limbs flexed and heaved as they absorbed the shock of the synthetic beast slamming his false paws onto the blacktop. Servos whirred and hydraulics hissed as its hind legs kicked off, propelling it forward and maintaining momentum. The clop-whop of rubber and metal striking the ground echoed out through the steaming summer air, a warning to the ocelot to pick up the pace.

Daniel darted ahead while ZX99 closed the gap. The cat figured he could make it to the next section if he sped up just a little and juked the junk hound like a fighter jet dodging a missile. Seconds passed as both bodies hurtled toward their goals, boots and cyber-paws scrabbling across the asphalt as the distance between them shrank. The shadows of the wood and metal safety loomed over the analog ocelot while the digital dog stepped within pouncing distance. ‘Just a few more steps, and-’ THWAP! A heavy, sticky glob of cobalt blue slime slapped into the ocelot from behind, wrapping around him like a liquid lasso that lapped and lashed around his limbs. With everything in motion, the fleeting feline barely had a moment to react. His arms gummed up in the glue before it spread down to his legs, stretching and spreading to coat everything in between. It weighed him down and slowed his stride, the elastic soup forming rubbery resistance bands against his every step. A few hopeful, plodding strides later the polymer slop turned to putty and Daniel crashed to the ground with a thud.

ZX99 slowed its gallop to a steady trot and then a cautious step. “The subject has been incapacitated,” echoed a robotic and upbeat voice from an unseen speaker. “Analyzing for injuries and threats.” The robo-shepherd lowered its head and slowly circled the downed feline, Daniel’s face and form reflecting in the visor that protected ZX’s ‘eyes’. This close, the ocelot could see the clean edges and lines of the machine’s sleek design. Every bolt and screw was neatly hidden away beneath synthetic plastic and rubber, every gap in the rigid frame dressed in more of the stretchy fabric that gave its underside the appearance of a taught but rounded gut. Even if the thing was hunting him, he had to admit that whoever had styled the optic visor to make the mechanical mutt look like a German shepherd wearing wrap-around sunglasses had good taste in fashion. Still, Daniel had a bet to win.

With all his might, the feisty feline struggled against the slowly hardening goop that clung to his body and limbs. The sticky stuff had transformed into a tacky rubber that stretched and wobbled under the might and effort he put into his escape. The cat flexed, but it wasn’t enough to break free. In an act of desperation, Daniel dug the edge of his boots against the asphalt and pushed off, dragging himself a few inches across the rough surface and carrying him toward his objective. “The subject is resisting arrest. Unit One is requesting permission to detain the subject.” He paused, looking over his shoulder at the artificial dog where it had stopped pacing and now stood behind him. A tiny column of the glue ZX had spat out to bind the speeding ocelot dribbled from the corner of its mouth. With its head dipped low and the blue, sticky strand hanging from its metal muzzle, Daniel thought the thing looked like a real, hungry beast about to pounce him. Fear struck and the panicked cat ground the sides of his boots against the pavement, slowly inching away from the menacing machine. “Permission received! Detaining the subject now.”

“Keep your paws off me,” Daniel yowled, putting more power behind his scrabbling kicks. ‘If I can just get a little farther, I can-’ An arrant push caught on a crack in the black top and rolled the frantic feline onto his back. ZX99 closed in while the ocelot struggled to right himself, the metal mutt’s muzzle looming ever larger as it homed in on those scuffed boots. “Get BACK!” As ZX brought his snout into range, Daniel reared a leg back and then sent the bottom of his boot flying forward in a flat kick. The soft whine of motors in motion trilled out as the robotic canine weaved to the left, angled its head back, and then flashed the bright blue interior of its artificial mouth. The jaws snapped open and then just as quickly snapped shut around the flying foot. The boot disappeared behind polymer lips up to the ankle and Daniel could feel the pressure of the rubberized interior squeezing down. He reared up his other leg and sent out a second strike, hoping to blunt the sharp black nose on the end of ZX’s angular snout and break away from its grip. Once more the glossy lining of those jaws flashed with intent to wrap around the second foot, and the ocelot saw his moment. With the upper jaw no longer squeezing down, he pulled back. To his surprise, his paw held firmly in place. His boot nearly popped off from the effort, but the laces held. More of the sticky substance had been brought up into ZX’s mouth, spilling over the trapped shoe and gluing it to the interior. Thick strings of blue slime clung to it and kept his limb secure in place, ensuring the first foot would still be there when the second came slamming into that yawning azure abyss.

Squlick! Now both of Daniel’s boots were securely trapped within the mechanical maw of the battery powered barker with toothless jaws squeezing around the ocelot’s ankles. The cat’s eyes went wide as ZX took a step closer, relaxing its grip and forcing the captured feet deeper into its waiting, synthetic gullet. Rubbery, hard gums closed down around Daniel’s bare shins, giving him his first taste of what it was like inside the automaton. The material and the oozing slime within were cool to the touch, but not cold. The rubbery stuff tugged at his fur while the gluey ooze mashed and flowed against his skin. Whatever those gums were made of, it had enough give to form fit around his calves, but was firm enough that he couldn’t break its grip. Daniel tugged, but his legs wouldn’t budge.

“Let go, damn it!” The ocelot threw his weight from side to side, trying in equal parts to dislodge himself from the cyber-K9’s grip and to break free of the hardening blue rubber that kept his arms fused to his body. In response, ZX99 lifted its head, pulling the cat’s legs up into the air and dragging Daniel closer. By the time the robodog stopped, the feline was dangling from its jaws with only his head and shoulders resting against the pavement. Broad, sturdy paws came to rest at either side of the inverted ocelot, steadying his wriggling form between ZX’s thick forelimbs. Daniel sputtered, feeling the blood rush to his head while his heart pounded in his chest, still thumping from sprinting and from the adrenaline of impact. “What the hell are you doing? I’m gonna-WHOA!” The machine relaxed its jaws and swooped down, pushing its silicone jowls over the upside-down ocelot’s calves, thighs and then hips. His legs slithered down the artificial throat on a slick carpet of slime and solvent, the false flesh within smooth and elastic where it stretched to contain him. There was no heartbeat to be felt nor warm breath to billow out over him, only the cool touch of synthetic skin and congealing lubricant as the machine forced him deeper. It did little to calm the cat.

Those bright cobalt jaws closed over Daniel’s hips and lower gut, squeezing him until the fake gums pressed within a hair’s breadth of being uncomfortable. Still, the ocelot struggled. He moved his legs within the polymer gullet of the robotic canine, trying to find some seam or crease he could wedge his boot soles into and arrest his descent. He could find only the smooth, slick surface of the silicone and kevlar throat as they simultaneously stretched to accommodate and squeezed to restrain him. Between the frantic fidgeting and the pressure of hanging upside down, a pang of panic struck Daniel. Gasping in sharp breaths and his vision starting to spin, the realization that he couldn’t fight his way out of the cyber-dog’s grasp hit him like a Saint Bernard chasing a man in a hotdog suit. Slowly, ZX began to lift his head, pulling the last of the cat off the ground so that he dangled down between those forelimbs. Daniel could feel the machine start to swing him forward and back, the cat scrambling against the rubber coat that clung to his body to try and stabilize himself. His body bent at the hip where those jaws held him snug, but the congealed straight jacket of beryl blue polymer kept the rest of his upper body stiff, making him swing like a pendulum. With a tilt and a flick, ZX99 swung the feline up and around until he was perfectly upright, sitting in the dynamo-dog’s rubberized jaws. Daniel couldn’t help but let out a squeal at how the mechanized mutt moved him with the ease of a child lifting a doll, only stopping when the momentum died and he found himself high above the ground.

From here, he could see the whole obstacle course. He could see the two sections he’d cleared while being chased, and he could see over the top of the final flight of plywood and steel between him and the finish line. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat as he felt the machine beneath him shift, those hind legs tucking in as its haptic haunches met black top. He looked down and realized that ZX99 was aligning the rest of its body with the angle of its mouth, creating a single downwards slope and a straight shot to its false stomach. “Hey! Wait! Don’t-” The pressure around Daniel’s hips released as the blue abyss below opened up to accept him. The slick syrup that ran along the inner lining of the maw lubricated his trip inward as gravity ushered him along. Hips, belly and chest all slithered in of their own accord with the plastic and elastic walls spreading out to let their catch in. Somewhere deeper down the ocelot felt his feet press into something soft and malleable, the stuff squishing under his heels before his boots began to sink in. There was no rhythmic squeeze or forceful swallows to push him deeper, but the combination of the slippery stuff that passed for robot saliva and the near frictionless, glassy lining of ZX’s inner surface ensured that the cat slithered in with ease.

Up to his neck in the robot dog’s maw, Daniel had an up close view of the detailing put into making the artificial canine look equal parts approachable and intimidating. The soft material that made up ZX’s jowls were perfectly and symmetrically pitted to give the appearance of whiskers where there were none. The outside was colored and textured to appear like fur despite being silky and smooth. Just beyond those lips lay the pale blue material that the rest of the ocelot’s body was wrapped in, some sort of synthetic rubber that Daniel could now see gave off a faint glow that under calmer circumstances would have been pleasant to see. The jaws around him opened wider in preparation to draw in the last of the panicking ocelot. He could see the smooth palate along the roof of the mouth and the elastic opening at the back that the rest of him from the chest down had already squeezed through. In a last ditch effort, the falling feline stiffened his legs and locked them straight. He felt the ‘floor’ beneath his feet stretch under the force before pushing back. “You already won,” Daniel hissed. “Just spit me out and-” The soft blue ceiling above him came down, ZX-99 closing his jaws and in turn silencing the angry ocelot. The cat squirmed in the tight embrace, the faint chemical smell of the tacky stuff that clung to him and eased his descent building up on his breath.

The infuriated feline spat out a few muffled curses as he felt the dog shifting around him. Motors buzzed as they finely adjusted the position of the jaws around Daniel, gently rocking the lower mandible back and forth and forward and back to draw the cat a little deeper. The compacted cat’s shoulders crested the opening to the tight, slick tube that connected ZX’s mechanical mouth to its synthetic stomach, the thick band of stretched material synching back down to its normal size to hug around Daniel’s neck. With the pressure of the throat squeezing him inward and the elastic walls of the gut pressing back, the muscles in his legs began to burn from the effort of resisting the natural urge to crumple and curl. In the tight confines of the glowing blue maw that hugged around the ocelot’s sticky face, something slapped up between his ears. It felt soft and squishy, yet pushed down with surprising force. ‘A tongue,’ the cat realized just a moment before it shunted him inward. Finally, his knees buckled and the angry ocelot’s limbs folded out from under him. In a rush he slithered down the elastic tube, slick with synthetic saliva that helped propel him across the smooth lining of the e-sophagus. Daniel barely had time to process the transition as the glassy, soft walls slid across his face, the rubberized material tightening back up once his broad shoulders had slipped by.

With a wet slurp, he landed in the pit of the mechanized mutt’s gut. The same thick, blue liquid that had slapped him sideways during the final steps of his sprint now lapped at him, sloshing off the walls as the dynamo dog adjusted to the added weight of its new passenger. To the cat’s surprise, the hardened putty that still clung to his body began to soften as the goop around him saturated it, slowly melting the mess away as though it were submerged in solvent. He tested it, pressing with his arms against the corroding coat of rubber to help break it up and break himself free. It dissolved away, chunks of the ossified glue floating around him in the faintly glowing soup that slurped and sloshed between the cat and the silicone walls. Daniel sighed, giving the artificial stomach around him a push with his boots to see how far it would stretch. “At least I don’t have to worry about getting it out of my clothes. I guess this means I lost the bet. Damnit,” the ocelot grumbled as he felt the false flesh contract around him, pushing his legs in tight against his body and his head down toward his knees.

ZX-99 gave its mechanical body one last shake to settle down its sloshing, swollen middle and to calibrate its motors and shock absorbers to the extra weight. Sensors dialed in the new settings and added extra fluid to the hydraulic joints that kept its legs from grinding their rolling pivots against each other. “Unit One reporting mission complete and returning to home base for subject’s release.” Gears and motors squeaked and whirred as the artificial canine circled about and headed back to the start of the obstacle course. Betwixt ZX’s four limbs its passenger bobbed within, the thick sheet of kevlar and silicone that protected the robot’s innards stretching and swaying as gravity pulled at its guest with every bouncing step. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride for the ocelot inside, but it was enough to keep the cat contained and safely secured. Such was the purpose and mission of ZX’s design.

Hot asphalt echoed off the foot falls of the heavy hunter as he strode across the police training grounds. Up ahead a crowd of people came into view, the digi-dog letting off a happy bark to signal its return. “And there he is,” called out a ferret in a lab coat. He tapped at his tablet before tucking it under his arm. “ZX-99 has successfully pursued, subdued and captured our simulated suspect. Let’s give a round of applause for both of our participants!” Clapping and laughter erupted as the cobalt and silver hound strode the final few steps to stand beside the ferret. He ran a hand along the robot’s side before giving it a firm couple of pats. “Feel free to come and see ZX up close! You can even give his belly a rub before we release officer Demarco.” The blue belly on the underside of the electronic dog shifted in response, Daniel pushing against his paunch prison at the idea of being felt up by his colleagues through a layer of fiber and rubber.

“Oh, come on,” the cat cursed, his voice muffled and unintelligible behind the layers of soft and squishy material that hugged him from every angle. Daniel could hear the shuffle of shoes on blacktop as the other officers slowly swarmed around his cyber cell. Even with the thick slab of material between him and the hands reaching out to feel the lump in the robotic rover’s gut, the compacted cat could feel them. Most seemed content to just rub their hands over the supple dome that the feline’s extra weight created in the elastic paunch of the cyber pup, but at least a few took it upon themselves to give the gut a good heave ho, sloshing the contents within. Fire and fury frothed inside the ocelot, the figurative flames stoked into a flash fire by his inability to do anything about it and the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. Daniel hissed as he lurched impotently within, the slimy syrup around him splashing against him and the walls of his faintly glowing cell. “How fucking embarrassing,” he hissed again, kicking his boots against the far wall and sinking a punch into the paunch to his left. All it managed to do was make his prison shake like gelatin.

“Ok everyone, stand back. Our friend here is going to need some space to bring officer Demarco back up, and he’ll undoubtedly want some space to breathe once he’s out.” The crowd backed up several steps, uncertain of just how far the ‘splash zone’ might be for a robot regurgitating its ‘meal’. “Unit One,” the ferret said with a commanding voice. The ears on the cyber-shepherd lifted and its head tilted to look the technician in the face. “Your mission is a success. Please, release the suspect into custody.” ZX-99 let out a bark before taking a few sideways steps away from the ferret, ensuring a safe distance from anyone else at the exhibition. Content with its spacing, the dynamo dog lowered its head, bringing its neck into alignment with the rest of its body. Daniel stirred, the sticky liquids around him draining away until all that remained was a fine coating of a clear, slick residue that made it impossible to get a grip on the inner lining of the synthetic organ that held him. Even the rubber tread of his boots refused to bite in and stabilize him, leaving the cat to slip and slide as unseen actuators pushed at him from the other side of the silicone walls.

“Damnit- Hey! Wait a- Oof!” Flopping around in the tight confines, Daniel found himself suddenly rolled over onto his belly, his feet sliding along the far wall until his boots slurped up through the opening he’d originally slithered in from. ZX’s gut compressed, the ‘skin’ drawn tight to press the contents between smooth, slick folds. With nowhere else to go and friction removed from the equation, the flailing feline’s frame slid outwards from the center of the dog, his legs and hips popping through the rubber sphincter that had previously contained him and riding the robotic slurp’n’slide in reverse. Another inward squeeze shunted the last of the cat out of the claustrophobic stomach and pushed his boots into the open air. ZX’s jaws gaped to allow the ocelot’s lower legs to protrude, a few thin strands of transparent slime dripping off his laces before Daniel slid out to his knees. Inside, the feline’s arms were pinned above his head, his body compressed by the resistance of the rubberized tube that served as the robot’s artificial esophagus.

With the ocelot occupying the synthetic shepherd’s throat, ZX leaned down, letting gravity and a few carefully timed pulses of pressure carry the cat the rest of the way. Slick squelches and the sticky clicks of air pockets trapped between rubbery walls and a wet uniform echoed out. Daniel’s dangling legs were placed upon the ground, sitting him on his knees before blue jowls drew back, releasing their grip on the sticky officer. The ocelot blinked as the warm summer air swirled against his soaked fur and clothes, taking in the myriad of faces that had just watched in stunned silence as he was thrown up by a robot. Quiet hung in the air for an awkward moment as he scowled at them, hands running over his face and whiskers to squeeze the slime from his pelt. “What,” he snapped at them, a slight shiver sneaking in as his wet body adjusted to the breeze. “It did what it was supposed to! Don’t be so surprised!” It was the closest thing Daniel would give to a compliment for the thing that had eaten him only a few minutes ago. As if sensing this, ZX leaned in and gave the grumbling feline a lick across the back of his head. The group of officers nearest him burst into a contagious laughter as the cat tried to swat the automaton away. Even the ferret giving the demonstration had to stifle a chuckle.

“I think it likes you, officer Demarco.”