| 21:19 RavenWing: | The vixen pads out into the clearing, pausing and stretching with a wide yawn just inside the treeline. Blinking some of the sleep from her eyes, she looks a bit blearily around at those gathered there this evening. |
| 21:20 Noir: | *Noir sits up and perks her ears as she catches whiff of a truly unique scent, then then is compelled to investigate it by force, weaving through the brush as she spots the taur, peeking from behind a bush, though her blue eyes are a dead giveaway.* |
| 21:26 RavenWing: | She doesn't immediately notice anybody in the immediate vicinity, though she can practically feel herself being watched. The fur on the back of her neck raises slightly and her ears perk alertly forward, the taur looking about to try to find the one or ones watching her. The panthress almost goes unseen at first, her black fur not easily spotted in the darkness, but after a second or two the vixen makes out her eyes behind the shrub. Her tail twitches behind her as she ponders just how to approach the hidden individual. |
| 21:28 Noir: | *She blinks a few times and smirks softly in curiosity, taurs being an alien thing to her, and her feline curiosity always made her subject to explore.. even if it was dangerous. She wasn't aware she was spotted yet, but she did see you start making a move, but as a good predator does, she held her position, watching carefully ever movement.* |
| 21:39 RavenWing: | She's not hiding the fact that she's seen the other individual, though she has yet to identify just what she is. Taking a slightly hesitant step toward Noir's hiding place, she sniffs lightly at the air for some kind of clue as to what might be back there. The scent which comes to her nose — chocolate? she thinks to herself — is neither expected, nor especially helpful. Still, the fact that whoever and whatever it is can hide behind a bush is proof enough that they can't be all that large, and shouldn't be a threat to them. Quite the opposite, in fact, she might be a threat to them… |
| 21:47 Noir: | *She blinks in surprise as she realizes she's been noticed, the then decides to give up the hiding game, knowing its rather moot at the moment. She stands up from behind the brush and wipes herself clean of the leaves and such, revealing her 6ft ebony frame, her fur softly radiant from the light between the frees shining down upon her.* He-hello there.. |
| 21:53 RavenWing: | "Good evening," she murmurs back, watching the feline stand. She inspects her with interest, her tail swishing softly behind her as her gaze takes in the black furred female before her. She takes another step forward and takes another light sniff at the air, which confirms to her that Noir is indeed the source of the unlikely scent she earlier caught a whiff of, though the underlying feline nature is perhaps a little bit more evident now. |
| 21:57 Noir: | What manner of creature are you if you don't mind my asking? I've only seen a feline version of your hexapedal body build. My curiosity has led me to investigate you, you have such a unique scent. |
| 22:02 RavenWing: | "I'm a foxtaur," she answers softly, padding slowly closer but slightly off toward one side of the feline. "It's possible for many species to have tauric versions," she adds, continuing on just past the panthress but keeping her head turned to face her, the vixen inspecting her from the various angles and turning to circle around behind the feline. |
| 22:09 Noir: | *Her body is perfect, breasts not too big, but enough to define herself as a woman, yet sleek enough to chase down prey without a problem, her body is quite smooth and toned, her silver hair is well kept and glistens well, her fur is also incredibly well kept.. it looks like glass it's so slick you bet its slick to the touch.* Fox-taur eh? how unique! *She looks at you as you pace around and examine her.* Like what you see, miss? |
| 22:13 RavenWing: | "Hardly unique," she murmurs with a shake of head and a soft laugh as she comes back around in front of the panthress, lowering her haunches to the ground and sitting before her. "I've seen a number of other taurs hereabouts, including at least one or two other foxtaurs. And yes, I do like what I see," she adds softly with a smile. "I like what I smell, as well." |
| 22:15 Noir: | Smell?! *She sniffs herself.. apparently unaware that she smells like chocolate.. and unable to smell it too.* Damn Chaos.. now what'd he do to me?! Well I'm glad you like it. *She walks up between your forepaws and lookup at you smiling.* Truth to be told, you look really fun and snuggly! |
| 22:22 RavenWing: | "Chocolate," she says helpfully, and despite her best efforts she can't keep herself from licking her lips. She raises a hand and lightly touches it to the feline's shoulder, drawing her fingertips downward through fur as dark as her own. "I'm flattered, I'm sure, and you look quite…" She pauses, looking for a term that might not be quite so distressing as 'delicious', which is the first that comes to her mind. "…enticing, yourself," she finishes after a moment. |
| 22:28 Noir: | *Her fur is super soft upon the touch and almost frictionless as well, feeling like fine imported silk as you pet her. She arches into the rubbing instinctively as you rub her back softly.* Chocolate?! Aww, crap.. I would smell like something totally delicious and edible.. Anyhow, would you mind if I explore your form a bit more closely? |
| 22:32 RavenWing: | "By all means," she says with a nod, tracing her fingertips just a touch lower before pulling them back. She stays seated where she is, but continues to watch the panthress with her ears perked interestedly forward. "But you're right, you do," she admits softly, a faint murring evident in her voice. |
| 22:40 Noir: | *She paces around you and looks you over, grabbing your tail softly and tsking.* Hmm, split ends, not good.. hmm, breasts a bit uneven.. and fur a bit cloudy.. Please stand up, just one more thing to check. |
| 22:45 RavenWing: | She raises an eyebrow slightly, not having been expecting so critical an inspection, though she complies and rises to all four paws. "It's hard to take the kind of care with one's fur that you do when you live out here," she murmurs, still her head to look at the feline as she moves around her. |
| 22:49 Noir: | *She then lays on her back and slides down under your four legs and looks up.* Hmm.. rather bony and loose mangled fur. Tell me hun, do you eat the right things round here? |
| 22:54 RavenWing: | "Yes, I do," she answers, having bent her upper body forward so that she's looking between her forelegs at the panthress. It's almost a comical position for the pair, though the vixentaur changes that by side-stepping from over top of the smaller feline and turning to face her again. "Hunting has been rather poor of late, though, I'll admit," she adds with a soft sigh, re-seating herself and walking her forepaws forward until her tauric body is lying flat on the ground. Rather than waiting for the smaller female to stand again, she leans her upper body forward, crossing her hands over her forepaws and resting her chin atop them. |
| 22:57 Noir: | Hunting? Poor? Why? You're a big, strong taur. Can't you just take who you want for a meal? I mean not every is all that strong around here y'know. But seriously.. your fur shows signs of malnutrition hun.. you need to eat to keep a nice glossy coat of fur like mine. |
| 23:02 RavenWing: | "I usually do," she admits candidly, lifting her head just slightly and sniffing at the air again. She practically whimpers at the smell of chocolate wafting from the other female, her resolve quickly crumbling. "Part of the problem is I've been coming around when the area is mostly empty, and several hunts have gone bad when the one I was trying to catch got away," she explains. "It's only temporary, perhaps, but…" she trails off with a sigh. |
| 23:09 Noir: | *She bites her lip.. grumbling a bit.. * Follow me Raven.. *She then walks off into a more private part of the woods, guiding the taur to a private unknown part of the forest..* So you can't find a meal.. and for some odd reason you haven't tried to eat me? Why is that? |
| 23:18 RavenWing: | "I was planning to at first, and I'm still considering it," she says unashamedly, pushing herself back up to her paws again with a quiet grunt. "You distracted me while you were talking to me, though," she explains as she trails along behind the smaller dark furred female. She completely misses the fact that she was called by name though, her mind being otherwise occupied, and not the least of which is a battle with herself over whether or not to pounce on the panthress. The option is looking — or smelling — more and more appealing, but whether she's winning or losing the fight is open entirely to interpretation. |
| 23:24 Noir: | *She turns around and stops once you have arrived at a cozy little clearing where only a single large ray of light beams through the canopy, this being some soft of interesting spot.. as you can hear or see nobody outside of this point.. yet it wasn't that far of a walk..* Eeep, you were actually going to try to eat me?! How scary.. but then again.. a larger body like yours does indeed require a bigger meal to fuel than mine.. *She stands there and closes her eyes for a few minutes as she tries to think, leaving herself wide open for attack.* |
| 23:31 RavenWing: | "Yes, it does," she agrees quietly, not stopping when the panthress does. "It's a very tempting thought, too," she adds, again circling around the feline, but tracing a hand down along her back. "You're a good size," she goes on, continuing her slow path around Noir, "and you smell positively divine. By all rights, with the luck I've had of late, I should eat you," she finishes softly as she comes back to the front of the panthress. She reaches out a hand, lightly stroking the backs of her fingers along the smaller female's cheek. |
| 23:39 Noir: | *She blushes softly and tries to take a few steps back, trying to make some distance between you and herself.* Well, I'm sure I smell good.. and sure I feel good, but I'm pretty sure I don't taste good. *She steps back a bit more as she looks around.* Perhaps I can help you find a meal? I mean, surely you don't want a scrawny 6ft panther kicking around in you, do you? |
| 23:47 RavenWing: | "You're not scrawny," she corrects quietly, stepping forward to stay close to the panthress, "and you certainly wouldn't be the first person I've had kicking inside me. I really can't afford the luxury of worrying how you taste, though, not with the luck I've had of late, nor can I trust that you'd return if I let you go…" Again, she licks her lips, her body tensing slightly should the feline try to run. Evidently, she's made up her mind, and she again reaches for the feline's shoulder. She doesn't mean just to touch her this time, though, but to seize her. |
| 23:50 Noir: | *She stumbles back as you make a reach for her, gasping a bit and beginning to turn around to make a run for it as her tail waves frantically.* EEP! Hey, watch it, will yah!? You don't need to eat me! |
| 23:54 RavenWing: | She's not surprised that her hand closes on empty air as the feline turns from her, and was ready should that be the case. Her tensed body lunges forward in a pounce that's surprisingly graceful given the vixen's size, both of her hands stretching forward to try to grab hold of the fleeing feline. Even if she misses her handholds, the sheer mass of her body would most likely be enough to knock the female sprawling to the ground. |
| 23:57 Noir: | *She eeps as she is knocked to the ground and pinned between your forelegs, twisting around and looking up nervously as she tries to scoot from under you.* |
| 0:05 RavenWing: | The vixentaur edges forward with the panthress as she tries to get out from under her, dropping her hands down atop the smaller female's shoulders. Her ears alternately perk forward and twitch back, her expression wavering between regret and eagerness as she carefully settles the front of her tauric body down over the feline's legs and effectively pin them to the ground as well. "Yes… yes I do," she almost whispers, leaning her head down until she's nose-to-nose with the smaller female. Her tone and expression might lack predatory convictions, but her body language practically screams with them. Without looking down, she slips her hands slightly down along Noir's upper arms, pushing them to her sides, and then shifts her forepaws so that they're over top of the panthress' forearms. "Really I do…" |
| 0:12 Noir: | *She squirms and wriggles her legs, trying to get from under you as she feels you pin her arms to the ground with your forepaws and press her arms to her body making her squirm and panic, but leaving her unable to resist with all her appendages unable to defend her except for her tail, which was lashing at you in a similar manner to a snake as she tries to keep you distracted while pinned under you so she can attempt to wriggle free* Let me go! I-I don't want to be a meal! |
| 0:18 RavenWing: | The tail doesn't really bother her, not having enough force to do anything significant to her, and it certainly doesn't dissuade her. She closes her eyes for a moment and sighs, shaking her head. "I know, and I'm sorry," she murmurs almost inaudibly, and while it might not be much consolation for the panthress, the vixentaur genuinely means it. Quite deliberately keeping her eyes closed for the moment, she leans her head down just a bit further, her tongue flicking out and running gently from the feline's chin to just above her nose. After a soft sound that's as much a whimper as it is a murr, she draws in a slow, deep breath, then parts her lips widely. She doesn't give herself the chance to rethink her decision to go through with it, she simply plunges her jaws downward over the smaller female's head before she can change her mind. |
| 0:27 Noir: | *As your tongue licks over her chin, the sweet flavor of a unique chocolate floods your mouth, the flavor is much like nicotine, it's so powerful it makes your craving more ravenous, almost washing away your worries or concerns for the feline, now simply indulging you in sweet bliss as you gulp her head inwards, he body shuddering helplessly as she remains pined and savored by your larger form. This meal was too good to let go, it was smooth on the mouth, rich in flavor and so squirmy, it teased all your predatory instincts to the extremes, making you lost in the moment of pleasurable dining as you savor the smaller felines head like it was candy.* |
| 0:35 RavenWing: | Once she started feeding upon the smaller female, her predatory instincts would have kicked in regardless of the panthress' taste. The fact that she tastes almost exactly how she smells only makes it easier for her to give in to those instincts. It doesn't make her regret what she's doing any less, but it does make it easier for her to ignore that. She laps slowly and thoroughly over the feline's face, her tongue curling around her muzzle to soak up every bit of the mouth-watering chocolate-and-feline flavor she possibly can. Again, the vixen murrs, the whimper from just a moment ago much less noticeable in her voice now. Squeezing her hands inward just a little, she raises the feline's torso just slightly and works her jaws downward to take her shoulders into her mouth, swallowing around Noir's head and easing it into the tighter, rippling grip of her throat. |
| 0:42 Noir: | *She mews softly and continues to squirm and try to pull herself free as she closes her eyes for a moment as she feels her head forced to the back of your throat, he lusciously smooth silky shoulder sliding in surprisingly easier than any other meal would have due to her slick well kept fur, which would soon be yours. Her body shivers with fear and terror, making her taste all the more to savor as you take her inwards into your deep hot rippling maw while it massages her and tries to make her feel welcomed to your soon to be finally filled gullet.* |
| 0:52 RavenWing: | She shifts her grip just slightly and she pulls the smaller female out a bit from underneath her tauric body, enough that she can go on swallowing without having to contort herself into an impossibly uncomfortable position. She tries to be as careful as she can with the feline, though it's not easy for her with as strongly as her predatory instincts are urging her on. She hasn't been eating as well as she should of late, after all, and the instinct to simply cram the smaller female down her throat is almost overwhelming. If it wasn't for the fact that the panthress tasted so amazingly wonderful, she might very well have done just that, in fact. As it is, she pushes and swallows with surprising care at Noir, the shoulders of the panthress being forced to compress slightly as they push out the vixen's throat. That swallow also presses the feline's chest onto the foxtaur's tongue, and it licks quite eagerly over the luscious mouthful. |
| 1:05 Noir: | *As so as she feels her hands slip free, she then takes the opportunity and places her hands on your shoulders, pushing as hard as she can onto them to try to escape while slowly digging her claws into them, trying her best not to become food as she struggles and flexes her lithe feline body to her best ability. Her tail thrashes around wildly as she feels her upper body massaged deeper into your throat until her breast slip in over your tongue, leaving her to shudder for a moment as she realizes how far she is in already.* |
| 1:15 RavenWing: | The feeling of the claws draws a slight wince from the vixen, and simple reflex causes her to clench her jaws around Noir slightly before she checks the action. It's enough to press her teeth through the feline's fur — no longer quite so silky or smooth with the layers of saliva matting it — and just barely dig into her skin. She winces again at the thought that she would have bitten the unfortunate panthress in half if she hadn't controlled that reflex, a small shudder running through her at the notion. Still running her tongue through the lush fur covering the smaller female's breasts, she raises and crosses her arms, carefully but firmly taking hold of both of Noir's wrists and pulling the panthress' hands away from her shoulders. There's a soft whimper as the claws rake over her skin and through her fur, but she really can't find it in her heart to blame the poor feline. |
| 1:20 Noir: | *She squirms more in a panic as she's pulls away, brushing up against your teeth as she rocks back and forth and tries to squirm out of your mouth, only to be held by your throat muscles as they remain clamped around her head, she then kicks and screams while her arms try to fight your grip, but she forgets, all the screaming wont help her one bit.. after all she did take the taur to a secluded area of the forest.. so there were not witnesses.. just a hungry taur feeding on a smaller succulent feline.* |
| 1:33 RavenWing: | She can't continue swallowing in the position she's in, not without bending the feline completely in half. The next swallow promises to be a tricky one, as she's going to have to release the feline's arms and legs briefly. Fortunately for the vixen, current string of bad luck aside, she is an accomplished huntress, and with a bit of skilled timing she can manage without exposing herself to either kicks or claws for more than a few seconds at the most. Lingering just a moment longer to lap over the soft curves of the squirming, chocolate-flavored panthress' bosom, she takes another hungry gulp around Noir. Even as one smaller black furred female vanishes deeper into a larger one, the vixen shifts her grip down to the feline's waist while her jaws effectively immobilize Noir's arms. The taur also pushes her forequarters up until she's sitting, and is quick to straighten her arms just enough that her prey wouldn't be able to easily kick at her. |
| 1:39 Noir: | *At this point she has no idea what's going on, cause she can't see, all she can indicate is that she has been swallowed up to her waist area and elbows, making it impossible for her arms to do any damage from there current position as you shift her body about and line her up for her decent further into your awaiting gullet, letting her sweet flavor pleasure not only your tongue, but your pleasure center of your brain and sinuses as well.* Gah! What are you doing! Let me go! I don't want to die this way! |
| 1:50 RavenWing: | She can make out the words, if only barely, but having given her predatory instincts nearly full reign, she pays them no mind whatsoever. Even if she hadn't been desperate for a successful hunt after a lengthy dry spell, she wouldn't let the lovely and succulent panthress go at this point. A meal like this was quite literally too good to pass up. Her tongue hungrily soaks the soft fur of Noir's belly and arms into a helplessly matted tangle of hair, the happily murring vixen savoring the chocolate flavors all but assailing her tongue. No trace of her earlier reluctance is evident anymore, even though it lurks just beneath the surface of predominately predatory nature of the fox. She takes another slow, luxuriant gulp around the wonderfully squirming feline, the struggles only appealing to the vixen's predatory side and urging her all the more to feast upon the unlucky smaller female. She greedily accepts Noir's hips and rump into her mouth in place of the belly she just gulped down, the relentless and hungry strokes of the foxtaur's tongue only intensifying as she gives herself in to her hunger almost completely. |
| 2:04 Noir: | *She whimpers helplessly as she feels her chest forced down your hot rippling throat, only to be followed by her tummy. She cannot help but to feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness at this point, knowing there was only one way and no escape.. and that she, whether she liked it or not was to be the meal of this seemingly friendly foxtaur. As she felt her fur thrashed about by your tongue and savored to a degree unlike any have you have done before, she shudders in a slight notion of pleasure that despite how hungry her pred was, she was being savored as if she were the last meal, and that the vixen had to know that once she fully at the feline, that shed gain that luxuriously soft fur, a bustier bosom, a more curvy full body feature and a nice full tummy all in the process. She couldn't help but to kick a bit as she felt her rump disappear inside the warm cavernous maw, now making the kitty disappear partway in and forcing her body to begin bending to slid into the stomach that awaited her arrival in the taur half of the body as she could now hear it churn and gurgle in eager anticipation for its luscious nutrient rich soon to be occupant.* |
| 2:23 RavenWing: | Her tongue strokes firmly and greedily across the succulent, chocolaty curves of the panthress, leaving them utterly drenched in the wake of its almost feverish tasting. She tilts her head upward slightly, which helps to straighten Noir's body out slightly, but that's less by design than the sheer pleasure she's deriving from the lovely body already halfway down her throat. She murrs in nearly blissful delirium at the extraordinary flavors her tongue coaxes from the smaller feline's body. She's not the least bit hesitant where her tongue wanders, either, letting it roam just as eagerly over her hands and hips as she does over her rump or the more delicate flesh nestled between the tops of her thighs. The taste of the beautiful panthress alone made her a catch that was more than worthwhile, and the squirming struggles within her gullet simply leaves the hungry vixen in as state of utter euphoria, and the enthusiastic murrs vibrating around the rapidly disappearing smaller female is likely all the proof Noir would need that the foxtaur was enjoying her meal, and immensely. |
| 2:45 Noir: | *She struggles some more and moans pleasurably as your tongue licks across her slit, which had an interesting fruity taste to it.. if one were to have ever had the pleasure of eating a dragonfruit, they would recognize it immediately as the delicious folds of her sex were tasted. Shuddering with a weird mix of pleasure and horror as she was being sensually teased on her way to imminent digestion as she feels you murr contently around her now drenched frame and tilt her so she gets lined up to be eaten easier.* |
| 3:00 RavenWing: | She doesn't recognize the flavor, but that doesn't in any way lessen the the effect of the taste for the vixen. Quite the opposite, in fact, the contrast of flavors encourages her to linger and concentrate over the succulent folds. She even goes so far as to reach up and take hold of the panthress' legs and tug them apart so that she can better reach the exotic flavor. Licking greedily and enthusiastically, no consideration given to what the smaller female might think of such invasive use of her tongue, the foxtaur runs her tongue over the lovely feline's delicate femininity in firm, repeated strokes. She murrs deeply around Noir's soggy body, the vibrations of the sound blending with the rippling of her esophagus and the various sounds coming from within her body to form a physical sensation around the panthress that all but assails her from all sides at the same time. Occasionally, the vixen, wholly predator now with no sense of remorse or hesitation now, lets her tongue wander elsewhere for a taste of the chocolate she's so been enjoying, but it always inevitably returns to the smaller female's nethers and the enticingly fruity taste it presents her with. |
| 3:10 Noir: | *She blushes and squirms even more in protest as you violate her sweet succulent nether regions and even her tailhole for a moment, causing her to wiggle in a similar manner to a fish down a seals throat try to fight the sensations, only to find her legs forced apart as you now take what you want from her sensitive folds, adding to her complete humiliation as you lick her sex firmly and savor her juices as they begin to flow heavier and heavier causing her to moan in a helpless fashion as you savor your sweet delicious once silky meal, knowing that not another feline would taste this good. Her legs tense as she climaxes her deliciously sweet fluids over your tongue in a series of waves while you continue to assault her groin with pleasurable sensations and massage her body with all the vibrations form the sounds of pleasure your making causing her to continue to moan deeply as she remains mostly sealed in your squishy muscular confines far away from anybody able to help.* |
| 3:21 RavenWing: | She hadn't been trying to pleasure the panthress to orgasm — had only barely been consciously aware of just what her tongue had been delving into, in fact — but the flood of intense flavor pouring out of her tongue, unexpected though it was, is greeted with a murr of surprise and ecstasy. The foxtaur continues to lick greedily at the smaller female's sex, demanding every succulent droplet of flavor the panthress has to offer with a hungry insistence that presses her tongue between Noir's netherlips with each stroke. She swallows mightily around the beautiful form held in her jaws and gullet, and only the firm grip of her hands around the feline's thighs keeps the smaller female from being unceremoniously dragged deeper into the body of the vixen. Instead, it's only the panthress' sexual juices that drain down the foxtaur's throat, soaking into her fur and rushing on ahead of the rest of her toward the same stomach that Noir herself will soon be filling. |
| 20:23 Noir: | *She kicks and squirms while moaning, feeling her hot cum slide down your gullet between her abs and your throat walls, rushing past her body as it slides down the slippery passage to beat her to the stomach of the powerful hungry foxtaur, only thing keeping her from slipping in along with it is the vixens hands holding her legs to make sure she claims all of the felines flowing juices. She whimpers in embarrassment as she feels herself made a completely helpless meal, all while her succulent fur is savored and licked from its uniform silkiness to a ruffled soggy, saliva covered mange.* Dammit! You better damn well appreciate this! |
| 20:37 RavenWing: | She doesn't answer, naturally, if she even hears the panthress. Despite the obvious enjoyment she's getting from the wondrous flavors her tongue is so eagerly sampling, her stomach gives her a vocal reminder that it will take a great deal more than just the feline's sexual juices to fill it. Withdrawing her tongue with obvious reluctance and an indelicate slurp as it's pulled free from Noir's netherlips, the vixen pushes the smaller female's thighs closed again, pushing in at them and taking another hungry swallow around her. Noir's hips are squeezed tightly as they're forced into the vixentaur's throat, the rippling muscles pulling the curves deeper into her body. The ravenously feeding foxtaur tastes just as thoroughly over the chocolaty flavors as she had the fruitier ones which her tongue can no longer reach. |
| 20:50 Noir: | *She yelps in protest as she feels you press her legs back together and begin gulping her sweet body down once again, resuming her course to her final destination within your skinny tauric tummy as it craves the meal that it has deprived of for over a week. She kicks and squirms more and she presses her hands against your throat walls and tries to push her way back up with her claws, not sure or caring if you can feel them, but wanting to keep from going in further.* |
| 21:03 RavenWing: | Her throat has been clawed at before, and while she does feel it, the muscular walls are tough enough to withstand it. Especially since the feline within it would have little leverage to use her claws with any real effectiveness. With her head tilted back as it is, the panthress is pointed nearly straight down, and gravity only makes swallowing the smaller feline that much easier for the vixentaur. Murring deeply at not only the overwhelmingly delightful flavors but also at having caught her first decent meal in quite some time, she takes another long and greedy gulp around Noir. Only the tip of the smaller female's tail and her paws remain, the rest of her body either gripped snugly by the esophagus of the larger or being luxuriantly tasted over by a tongue that is intent on gathering up as much flavor as possible from the panthress' body.
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| 21:12 Noir: | *She merfs as her claws finally slip and give way, breaking a few in the process as she plops to the bottom of your throat now where your forelegs curve into your taur half, leading her body into the curve as she begins to slide closer and closer to your awaiting tummy. As you savor her wriggling feet and spastic tail, her lithe body now lays just a foot or so away from the entrance to her new awaiting home.* Uuughhh, this sucks.. I really gotta learn to control my curiosity.. |
| 21:23 RavenWing: | The vixen is still paying far more attention to her hunger than to anything the panthress might have to say, though she drops her haunches to the ground and leans her upper body forward just slightly. It will make for a straighter trip for the feline, one that won't subject her to the almost ninety-degree bend she would have been forced through otherwise where the anthro and tauric halves of the vixen's body meet. The foxtaur, murring quite happily, swallows again around the luscious body of the panthress she's devouring, a gulp that's heavy and eager enough to pull Noir's paws down between her lips just long enough for a few quick and nearly frantic strokes of her tongue before they, too, disappear into the gullet of the hungry foxtaur. Where there were two black furred females only a few moments earlier, there now is only one, and the one remaining sits with her head tilted back while savoring the sensation of an appreciably large meal wriggling its way deeper into her body and toward an impatiently awaiting stomach. |
| 21:38 Noir: | *She wriggles and squirms about, feeling her feet and her tail slip in as the teasing and tasting finally cease, now having to worry about a much more frightening thing. She then feels your body shift and the passage to your stomach become straight and less difficult to slide, making her panic and helplessly slip her paws against your esophagus to push backwards in fear as she sees that she's only mere inches from entering her final destination, only able to feel your soft throat muscles ripple and massage around her as she tries to avoid going into the stomach. This only excites you and provides a very unique massage from the inside, her struggles if anything were exciting and new because of how she went about them, giving you an overwhelming sense of pleasure as your new dining guest is felt slipping and sliding around inside of you as she tries to avoid digestion. She does indeed hear the growls of hunger, meaning that your stomach is quite ready for her arrival, only adding to the fear of your delicious feline prey. * N-no...nonononono.. kitty doesn't want to go! |
| 22:06 RavenWing: | She doesn't have much choice in the matter at this point. Neither of them do, really. It's long past the point where the vixen could pull the feline back out if she wanted to — which she didn't — and Noir was no completely at the mercy of the foxtaur's digestive system. And judging by the sounds it made as the succulent panthress approached it, mercy wasn't its foremost concern. There's virtually no light, little enough that being able to see anything would be all but impossible, but the sounds and heat of the vixen around the soggy feline would be evidence enough of how close she's getting to the awaiting stomach. Just the same there's little warning before her nose is pushed against the tight ring of muscle… and then pushed through it. It's an unpleasantly tight squeeze, her body being compressed through it as her predator's gullet relentlessly forces the feline out into it. |
| 22:17 Noir: | *She whimpers helplessly as she finally feels the muscles around her retaliate and begin to force her in, feeling her head pop into the much hotter chamber of your stomach, she squirms much in the fashion a snake would as she feels herself forced into the deepest region of your body, the point of no return. She then pants from the incredible heat and sighs in exhaustion, giving in finally as her body finally runs out of stamina and sufficient oxygen to fuel her fight. She then savors what air she still has and awaits her final fate as she lets your body have her for your consumption. After all, you desperately needed this, and she knew it.. * |
| 22:41 RavenWing: | The vixen slowly pushes herself back to all four paws with a quiet but contented groan, sighing quite happily. Her belly sags beneath her ponderously, but a long stretch from the foxtaur tightens it around the panthress within it briefly. She murrs softly and idly licks her fingertips, licking the remaining chocolate flavor from the feline off of them. The panthress proved to be a very satisfying meal, one she'd been needing quite badly indeed. Whether or not it will help to reverse the string of bad luck she's had of late remains to be seen, but for now, at least, she's quite pleasantly full. The vixen turns to make her further away from the clearing. The night is mostly over for her, but the worst is still to come for the smaller feline now residing within her. Already, the muscular walls gurgle and churn around Noir, an ominous hint of what's to come. |
| 23:37 Noir: | *She squirms and kicks around in fear, making your belly rumble as she feels the walls churn her about, making her more nervous as to what lies next as she can hardly feel the vixen walk about over the contractions of her stomach around the feline. Just when you thought the kitty had given up and had ran out of air, her energy seems to come in a second wind as she is fueled primarily by terror.. accepting the fact she was gong to be food one way or another.. but not willing to accept death just so soon.* Gah.. stupid kitty.. you really should be careful around things bigger than you.. they are always hungry here! *She grumbles to herself as the bulge she would have made huge in a normal bipeds body almost completely within your tauric body leaving only a smooth rounded curve between your legs as you walk around with her within, about to digest your ever so rewarding and delicious meal.* |
| 23:46 RavenWing: | The walls of the vixentaur's stomach already had a thin coating of acids as the panthress, her stomach having been anticipating her arrival. The mass of the feline within it is plenty to coax it into exuding more of the fluid around her, and the motion of her walking, the swaying of her belly underneath her, the restless shifting of her stomach around the panthress, and the feline's own renewed thrashing struggles all serve to further the process along. Noir's fur, once silky and kept groomed to perfection but now soggy and hopelessly matted, offers the smaller female some protection to the first of the acids, but once it soaks into her fur sufficiently, her skin would start tingling from the contact. The vixentaur, oblivious or uncaring to what her prey is going through — or both — simply goes on her way, murring happily over the feeling of a live meal still struggling within her. |
| 23:58 Noir: | *Soon her fur finally sheds away thanks to the acids, being rather quickly absorbed into your body, and surprisingly enough restoring and even improving the condition of your own fur, making it shine lustrously and feel silky smooth just like she had before being eaten. next was her skin to be worked on, rather resilient despite her soft appearance and litheness. She lets off muffled screams as she feels the acids burn against her bare flesh, causing her to thrash about within you as your acids do there work convert what all that the panthress has, to be all that you have, your body was too desperate for nourishment to let even a trace of this female prey go, it was going to make sure every last bit of the feline was put to use to restore your body to perfect health. Most creatures would have went into shock from the pain and meager air supply, but this feline seemed to have quite a bit of spunk in her left, fueled primarily by her will to live, despite her inescapable circumstances.* |
| 0:12 RavenWing: | The condition of her fur wouldn't be noticed by the foxtaur right away, probably not until the morning after in fact. She's still too lost in the pleasure that is a pleasantly full belly, and one whose dinner is still wriggling quite delightfully. With the feline's fur no longer there to protect her, the acids assault her skin, though the tingling would take several minutes to escalate upward through an inescapable itching before taking on a more painful burning sensation. The movements of the feline, the vixen and her stomach ensure that every square inch of the smaller female's lovely curves are subjected to the acidic bath, the caustic fluid steadily eating into her body. The natural resistance Noir seems to have might slow their progress somewhat, but the outcome is undeniable and inevitable. The panthress might still be alive, but so far as her predator's stomach is concerned, she's nothing more than a large quantity of meat, and will be treated exactly as such. |
| 0:29 Noir: | *She screams in an odd mix of anger, disgust, and pain as she feels the acids finally seer away her resilient skin, only making way directly to her nerves and muscles as she slides around within. She tries to stand a firm ground to keep from being assaulted so relentlessly by the acids, but the churning is too strong, purely your stomachs intentions and way to keep prey from trying to claw and bite there way out, always keeping her tumbling and rolling about while soaking her in the now powerful acids as they finally reach the more valuable parts of the feline, breaking down the layer of fat on her body almost immediately and putting it in all the right places on your body. Whatever it was about this feline, her nutrition value was so extremely high that many aspects of her body were processed almost immediately by your rapidly accelerated starving body. Your body had obviously been making preparations to process her as fast as possible from the moment you caught her chocolaty smell, and there was no escape for the feline as her body was not only being digested and churned in a brutish painful manner, but her body was also being processed and absorbed just as quickly as it was being broken down in a voracious pace, after all.. surely her body didn't need these valuable nutrients anymore, she's was going to be spending some very close "bonding time" with yours, making the once gorgeous feline nothing more than a miracle meal to your body. She continues to writhe and squirm in agony as she feels her muscles rub against the acids, being unprotected now the acid easily slips between the fibers and breaks her down, would not the stomach been acid laden, she might have enjoyed having her exposed nerves rubbing against the silky flesh, but clearly that wasn't the case for this time. Her ability to live this far into the process of digestion without magic becomes harder and harder to go unnoticed, indeed it was impressive how she could survive such a hot, crushing, acid laden cauldron that is your stomach when it has become beast-like ravenous from being starved so long.. the absolute worst time to be eaten for prey.* |
| 0:51 RavenWing: | She's already feeling better, though she attributes that mostly to the fact that she's finally got something worthwhile in her stomach rather than the nature of the panthress she devoured. At least the worst of the pain would fade once the sensitive nerve endings had been seared away and liquified by the ruthless attack of the vixen's stomach's acids, though the odd sort of numbness that follows might be even worse in its own right. The feline's body, a lovely sight to behold only a short while ago, isn't nearly so pretty anymore, Noir's fur having been seared away and her flesh covering her dwindling curves now in tatters. And the foxtaur's belly, as greedy as the vixen herself was once she'd started feeding, doesn't content itself to just the outermost layers of the smaller female's body. The gaps in her muscle tissue are already enough that the foxtaur's acids are spilling into deeper regions of Noir's body, her internal organs now being subjected to their first wave of the digestive assault. The nutrient-rich muscle tissue of the panthress' doomed body is mercilessly stripped away from her, the caustic fluid washing over her once lovely form breaking her still-living form down into its most basic nutritional ingredients, which seem somehow to miraculously fuel and enhance the fox's own body almost before they've been taken from the feline's. RavenWing, now feeling quite good, walks with more spring in her step, almost prancing as the sloshing belly hanging beneath her goes about its grisly work of molecularly ripping the smaller female's body apart and adding it to her own. |
| 1:07 Noir: | *As you prance about, the shaking intensifies her churning, causing her already acid loosened muscle tissue to break away from her body in segments, searing away any nerve connections left and paralyzing the feline, alive or dead, it didn't matter now, the feline muscles were now there for your stomach to take, breaking each fiber into a soupy substance and absorbing them needily, actually increasing your strength better than before, this was not a normal thing usually but your body tends to be a lot more desperate when starved, so this meal wasn't needed hours from now, but right now, every bit your stomach could get a hold of and liquify, it would do so hastily and deliver it straight to you temporarily accelerating your metabolism to do such as the now curveless felines body was but organs which were well on there way to be digested and her bones, which would take a deal longer due to there density. A considerable notice is an aura the feline gives off once she stops moving, a radiating refreshing energy that your body takes as well being like stored energy, it was pretty valuable, giving you additional energy for a future hunt.. possibly to hunt down the feline again, or to eat something a bit bigger now. Her organs finally dissolve away after much abuse, curling up the light feline skeleton tightly together now as your stomach begins grinding on the bones in a much much more aggressive manner, smashing and crushing the bones against themselves but leaving the bulge no longer visible at all from the outside, for the bones were tightly packed and hidden from view, leaving nothing to be seen from the outside as your body finishes off the job on the incredible feline meal. Finally, after taking in such a luscious feline into you and being surprisingly refreshed despite her size, you feel stronger, curvier and healthier than before by at least fourfold, making you feel like top-fox as you prance around happily.* |
| 1:26 RavenWing: | By the time she finally makes it back to her den, there's not much left of the smaller female but a largely liquified mass, the feline's passing having gone totally unnoticed. Only a few shreds of tougher muscle accompany Noir's still intact skeleton, but there's no pattern to the bones' arrangement. They've been compressed and ground by her stomach's greedily churning walls into a jumbled disarray that would only be readily identifiable as feline only by the shape of the skull. Wonderful though the vixen may feel, she's as susceptible as anyone to feeling tired after having had a meal of those proportions. Curling up for the night with a contented little groan, she closes her eyes and sighs happily. True, she does feel some remorse over what she did, now that she's no longer in the grip of her more predatory nature, but just the sheer impact of how much better she feels physically after having done so is enough to salve her conscience and gives her some sense of justification. During the night, while she's asleep, even the panthress' skeleton is worked on by the vixen's stomach, the acids gradually whittling away at them in a slower version of how the rest of Noir's body was treated. She'll awaken in the morning with no trace of the unfortunate feline left in her stomach, but the renewed vigor and the restoration of her body by the nutrients Noir provided will linger on for quite some time to come. |
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