“Wh-what? What do you mean the shipment was attacked? Oh, by White Lightning? I’ll talk to him… Wait, he… he hurt my clients? Bones broken and limbs dismembered? Huh?! That’s impossible! White Lightning would never do such things! Do you have the CCTV footage? Quick, send it. I must watch it. There’s no way it could have been him…”

In his mansion in the secretive mountains of northern Marika, Konga would contact some of his clients from the west who were smuggling illicit goods for profit. Little did the thief know that his partners would be intercepted by none other than his brother who, although made a truce to only reprimand Konga with a slap on the wrist if he was caught, still halted the thief’s occasional plans. However, with the report of Konga’s clients being gravely injured by his own hero brother, Konga was understandably shocked and immediately wanted answers. So, as he got on a helicopter in his mansion's hangar along with Para, his muscular orange symbiote cat partner and who would also pilot the aircraft, he watched the video sent by his surviving client, immediately feeling dismayed when he recognized Kipu massacring his clients.

“Oh god… K-Kipu… How could you do such a thing… I thought you wouldn’t resort to lethal force, even with your lightning gun!”

“Konga, are you alright?”

“Sniff… No… Kipu… A hero, a brother, and the nicest person I know would actually try to take a life… And even if it was just an arm and a leg, my clients could have died from blood loss!”

“Well… I guess he snapped, and the only way to finally stop your criminal activity was to kill your clients.”

“No, he– he wouldn’t kill people to make me give up on crime…”

“We'll see once we get there.”

As the two flew to the west coast of Marika, Konga looked back at the footage and reflected upon his and Konga’s actions. He wasn’t sure if continuing his life as a thief led to Konga’s burst of violence because if it did then Kipu would have given him a very stern warning. For Kipu’s side, Konga wondered how Tela would allow Konga to start stabbing and lopping off limbs from left to right. But the moment he thought about Kipu’s violence, Konga remembered that the little hero used a lightning gun, making Konga triple-check the footage. Konga swiftly rewatched it, this time more intently than before, and studied the intricacies of Kipu’s super suit. Once he focused on the footage for a third time, Konga noticed Kipu wielding a pair of vibrant green blades as well as a visor of the same color.

“Hey, Para, take a look at the video. Konga’s hero suit looks weird.”

“I can’t. I’m flying the helicopter.”

“Oh, right. Anyways, the lightning gun he uses isn’t present, and the blue eyepiece he usually wears has been replaced with an obscuring green visor.”

“Weird. Doesn’t Tela have a prominent blue aesthetic? I wonder why the two would switch to green.”

“Not only that but there’s a very prominent bulge on Kipu’s crotch on one frame.”

“Woah, what?”

“Y-yeah. He usually doesn’t present himself as provocative because he’d get in trouble in front of journalists and children.”

“So strange…”

“Now, where would we be able to find him? At the hero base?”

“Hero base? But that’s all the way to the East!”

“We'll take a jet then!”

After a few hours, Konga and Para eventually landed at a hotel which the thieves simply used as a landing pad for their helicopter before running towards the nearby port where Konga’s clients were attacked.

“Woah, police are already here…”

“Don’t worry, Para, they're under me. Quite a shame the west coast is more corrupt than the east, but hey it works for us!”

Once Konga and Para arrived, they swiftly met up with the surviving client behind some containers before approaching the crime scene that lay ahead. Luckily, nobody had died at the assault but there were massive pools of dried blood and blood splatters all over the place. Konga had a weak stomach too so he was grateful that there weren’t any corpses to be found and only dried blood and metal scraps as a result of a fight.

“Nothing too crazy it seems… I’m glad my clients are all alive. They're quite valuable to me, so I'll make sure to pay their hospital bills with my wealth.”

“I could easily heal them with my goo like I can do with you, you know?”

“Yeah, but that’s going to take time, and we need that time to go to the hero base to confront Kipu.”

“I guess so…”

After talking a bit more with Konga’s surviving client and how and when the next shipment of illegal goods would arrive, Konga set off to return to the hotel where Para had landed their helicopter. However, just as Konga raised one foot to leave, Para immediately snatched the little thief's wrist.

“Woah! Para! What is it? You startled me!”

“Wait a moment… I feel a familiar presence around those crates…”

“What crates? Those crates with what looks to be a grenade blast?”

“Yeah. Let me check it out first before we go.”

Using his symbiote senses, Para identified a presence he had felt before beyond the crime scene, quickly trespassing the yellow tape to investigate, leaving the police officers that Konga hadn’t bribed in awe at the giant muscular cat completely ignoring their guns.

“Hey! Those police officers aren’t under me! Make it quick; I don’t want to cause trouble!”

“Aha! I knew the presence was unmistakable!”

“Huh? That’s… that’s just a piece of scrap metal…”

“It’s not! Let’s just snag it and go!”

“Woah! Don’t use your super strength to jump into the air with me!!!”

What Para had found was a peculiar scrap of metal between two crates that were damaged from an explosion. Being a normal beast, Konga had no idea why Para was so elated to find an insignificant piece of scrap, but he wouldn’t get the opportunity to ask as Para quickly took the piece of metal before slinging Konga under his armpit and using his super strength to leap out of the port's fenced area. Two flying cats could now be seen in the air by any interested passersby who would, fortunately, look up at the small dots in the sky, seeing Konga flail in fear while Para simply laughed off the little thief’s panic. And in no time, the two returned to their helicopter with Konga still shivering in immense fear while they took off.

“So… Uhh… Please don't do that again.”

“Can't. Don't tell me you'll just let us be caught just because you're scared of jumping high.”

“Whatever. Just explain why you're so interested in that piece of metal.”

“Well… You see… It’s a piece of Tela’s body, hardened symbiote goo if you will. Whatever caused the explosion at the spot we found this must have chipped Kipu’s armor. Now, once I eat this…”

“Woah! You're just going to eat a piece of metal?!”

“Then I should be able to feel Tela’s direction. What? I'm an alien symbiote. Why would swallowing metal be of concern?”

“I know something better for you to swallow…”

“Don't start this. Please, we're in a helicopter.”

In a moment of mischievousness and sluttiness, Konga decided it would be the perfect time to have sex with Para while the symbiote was piloting the helicopter. The two communicated using headsets due to the loud noise produced by the rotor blades so the sound of Konga's belt buckle falling on the metal floor could not be heard, surprising Para when a little naked cat suddenly crawled onto his lap who then slowly undid the button of his pants and belt.

“Konga! You slut! I'm going to lose focus!”

“I need a pounding! I'm in heat, just like real women!”

“You aren't in heat, you just can't control yourself!”

In a playful sudden turn of events, Konga decided it was the best idea to have sex with the pilot of a helicopter, now having climbed onto Para’s lap and began biting the muscled cat’s neck. Para immediately began having trouble flying with the disturbance of the slutty thief, causing the helicopter to sway dangerously before Para turned his body into viscous goo which Konga immediately sank inside of. Konga was swiftly absorbed by the cat symbiote, his ass and legs being pushed into the gooey mass while tentacles on the inside flipped his body to fit into the cat symbiote properly. Once properly positioned inside, several of these tentacles then turned into suckers and cocks, latching and penetrating Konga as punishment for trying to disturb Para’s flying.

“Mmmff!!! (Hey! Let me out!!!)”

“You slutty cat! Why don't you learn some self-control?!”

“Mmm!!! (Ouughh! ❤️ The suckers and the cocks… I’m in heaven…)”

“Damn it… This is probably what you wanted, huh? No, I'm going to have to reprimand you with more than just a full-body penetration.”

Remembering Konga's behavior, Para swiftly deduced that his assimilation of the little thief was all part of their plan to pleasure themselves. And since Para was not going to have any of it, he freed Konga's upper body while still having his arms and lower body embedded in his goey body. But after Konga was free, he could barely move around and his cock had connected senses and merged with Para’s more sizable meat stick. Para was willing to play along with Konga just this once as he had already shifted his legs from side to side to drag his pants down and expose his stretchy underwear.

“Look at this bulge, Konga. Your arousal is making me hard too. But what if it just stays in there? Do you want to experience cumming in your underwear and wetting it like a dirty bitch?”

“It's so big! I want it in me, right now!”

“I'm just catering to your desires now, huh… Whatever. You better not start drooling your mind out once I get started.”

Using only one hand to pilot the helicopter, Para slowly pulled down his underwear, giving much anticipation for his girthy rod to flop out. Konga saw this as well along with feeling Para’s cock compress downwards for a moment as the waistband pressed against it until the underwear was finally pulled down. A huge meat stick graciously flowed out, bobbing momentarily as it began to harden. The muscular cat's eggs weren't forgotten either, and it would brush against the aircraft’s seat, giving a ticklish sensation to Konga that made him excited. And from his excitement, Konga erected a little more which in turn made Para’s cock twitch as the two’s penises were connected, both physically and by the sense of touch and control.

“Woah, woah! I can feel it! I love controlling your big cock, Para!”

“Won't you quiet down?!”

“We are in a helicopter! What's the use of being quiet?”

“Fuck you, brat.”

“Yeah, fuck me indeed– Ngaaahh~!!! ❤️ I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't stroke so fast! I feel it too, and I'm really sensitive, remember!!! G-god! I-I-I'm about to cum!!!”

To punish Konga’s lustful impulses, Para made the slutty thief remember their mind-boggling methods of achieving pleasure. Para swiftly held his massive erection, wrapping his whole hand before stroking vigorously. This jolt of pleasure sent Konga recoiling with huffs and moans, lying his head against Para’s muscled pecs as he tried to both resist and enjoy the mutual feeling of masturbation. An orgasm was swiftly building up, further progressed when Para returned a gooey cock into Konga’s ass, stretching the thief’s rectum to the fullest and causing a huge dent to form in their abdomen. Konga’s prostate was easily pushed around and louder moans could be heard through the headsets the two wore for their helicopter ride.

Although the wonderful music was disturbed by noisy rotors, Para could hear and knew Konga’s desperate struggles. Eventually, the pleasure from mutual masturbation and the goo cock ravaging Konga’s guts would be too much, and the seed of the little thief flowed out. And due to their connecting genitals, Konga’s urethra connected with Para’s, so Konga would basically supply the cum for their ejaculation while Para’s cock shot out the thief’s load with powerful pressure. Ropes of white seed immediately stained the cockpit along with Konga laying limp in complete exhaustion. The steering stick and controls were glazed with cum which did make Konga smile, proud of his handiwork. However, it would be swiftly cleaned by Para, wiping his hand on the stains, trailing behind his goo which then sprawled through the dirtied area and absorbed all the semen that threatened to short-circuit the helicopter controls.

“Huff… huff… I love you so much…”

“Save your praise for later. We aren’t done yet, slut.”

“Woah, you're letting me out of your body now– Ah! In this position? Wait, don’t thrust so fast like this! My asshole might prolapse again!”

Wanting to punish Konga for good, Para stood up from his seat, separating his tail which grew a beast head and tendrils that piloted the plane instead. It was basically a part of his consciousness that he had ordered to fly the helicopter while he would beat Konga’s prostate into a pulp. Because once the tail head properly formed its simple body and began piloting the plane, Para let the slutty thief fall out of his gooey body before grabbing them by the waist, bringing them to the back seat and holding onto their ankles before promptly raising it to the ceiling. Konga’s bare ass was exposed in all of its supple glory, cock and balls hanging loosely and dripping cum. Para quickly teased insertion, pressing his giant glans against Konga’s asshole, rubbing it across each cheek which made Konga’s backhole shift in anticipation.

The two simply remained silent, even with their headsets that easily allowed each other to hear the smallest of murmurs. Konga was silent because he was anticipating a girthy cock to rape him while Para was silent as he felt indifferent to Konga’s inappropriate behavior. Then, as quickly as the teasing began, the insertion came immediately after. The huge glans of the muscular cat symbiote penetrated with ease, Konga responding with a loud moan through his headset. Konga’s rectum was filled easily, similar to the goo cock that penetrated him before. But it was now this warm, throbbing meat stick, a real lance, a sacred spear to pierce his ass like a knight to an enemy shield.

Once this enemy “shield” is pierced, it would then strike through the colon, reaching Konga’s guts which made him gasp in pain. However, it was only a simple tease as beyond the prostate, there was no prostate to punish, so Para reeled back and began rubbing against Konga’s rectum walls until he felt that small, walnut-shaped organ again. And once he felt it again, Para arched his waist before initiating a vicious rough fuck. Konga reached a second prostate orgasm immediately but Para did not stop and continued to hump mercilessly.

“Ouuh~... Ahhh~ ❤️ Your balls are hitting against my ass…”

“You're a wonderful cum dump like always… You just… need to learn… self-control!”

As Para picked up the pace, his sizable eggs smacked against the thief’s ass, giving a sense of inferiority on top of being used as a toy already. Konga wondered what the lewd slaps of Para’s ass fuck would sound like but all he could do was imagine due to the noisy helicopter. It did build up more arousal in him, and now on the peak of his second prostate orgasm, seed from his ejaculation began flinging everywhere, onto the seats, onto Para’s body, and even back at himself, staining his lewd face with cum as his ass was pounded without break. Male essence practically showered the two’s bodies now, and even though Konga’s load was a bit less due to his side, it still made a spectacularly messy display, legs and eggs dripping with warm seed, staining the fur as it trickled down their thighs.

Para eventually reached his orgasm as well but did not stop to relish it, simply letting it leak and shoot out, becoming lubrication for their anal punishment, and continued to twist Konga’s bowels into knots. Rough seconds began to feel like minutes, a minute began to feel like ten, and ten minutes began to feel like an hour. Konga lost track of time under intense ecstasy, his small and frankly immature body being forced to take in such a manly cock with no breaks. But this is what he wanted, a fun time with his muscular symbiote partner, even if it meant he had no say in how he'll be fucked and face the consequences of potential anal prolapse. Eventually, Para did slow down but not after pumping Konga full of gooey imitation of cum, dirtying the back seat and floor of the helicopter before taking a seat next to Konga as well.

“God, you're such a slut, Konga…”

“Guhh… That was… too much…”

“Oh, your ass isn’t closing.”

“My ass… it prolapsed… Wonderful job~ ❤️”

“It isn’t! You're so delusional!”

“I want cock in my mouth next…”

“Tch, why you little–

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