Feline Forest (Purrloin and Atak)

[Purrloin]

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https://www.f-list.net/c/Rusty_

Wandering about deep within the forest was a feral cat that towered over even the largest of bears. He stood at an incredible six feet tall to the shoulder and weighed a little more than a ton. Rusty, having just taken care of the latest pair of humans he'd encountered wandering about in the woods, was now padding lazily back toward the area that contained his makeshift nest of soft moss and feathers. The two hikers who had encountered Rusty on their journey would never return home. In fact, no one would even know they were missing for quite some time. Rusty made a habit of leaving nothing behind when he ate. Birds were never plucked before consumption, and any humans he happened to dine upon went down whole and alive with all their gear following suit. Any bags or extra clothing they had with them would be doomed to follow them through Rusty's digestive tract.

His most recent catch had been won no more than a half hour ago, and it was currently sagging from his upper midsection behind his forelegs. There was an occasional twitch, a muffled cry here and there, and soft wet gurgling from his gut as the two humans he'd consumed struggled within him and called for help. Despite all the activity within him, Rusty padded along like they weren't even there, proudly holding his head up high and letting out an occasional purr as he trekked back toward his home.

[atak]

It was fairly deep into the woods, and clearly not a part that most people would have made the effort to come visit as far off the trail as it was. Even so TJ had found a ghost of a trail leading to this part of the forest, hinting that perhaps some hikers or other living creatures made the trek this direction off and on. Whatever the source it was enough of a trail to lead the way, and enough of one to lead back when he had tired of his time back here.
That wouldn't be for a few days though. TJ had intentionally set out to find somewhere off the beaten path, somewhere that he could backpack to escape the presence of other people. It'd been a long while since he'd taken an opportunity like this, but it would be a very welcome respite from having to be in civilization and around other people all the time.

Setting his backpack down the blonde human sighed softly, leaning back on a small boulder to rest a minute. Wearing a pair of jeans to go with his blue t-shirt and sunglasses, there wasn't much to distinguish the human male from most hikers. Even his apparent age of late 20s or early 30s didn't seem that interesting. Just one more human out in the woods, far as most creatures or people would be concerned.
Hearing the soft, low rumble of what sounded almost to be a felineish purr he perked up some. Sitting up a little more he glanced around "Hmm, mountain lion? No.. If it is, at least it's not on the hunt..." the human murmurred to himself. Glancing around himself his eyes caught sight of a large, dark shadow moving through the trees. Perking up all the more he stared intently, feeling his interest growing.
Hesitating a couple moments more TJ finally grabbed up his pack to sling back over his shoulders. Moving towards that moving shadow he hurried as quickly, but quietly, as he could manage. Even with that effort his approach would almost certainly have drawn the attention of most any wild creature around; except perhaps the ones that just didn't feel they had to worry about being snuck up on so didn't pay attention.

Striding with that satisfyingly full bulge in his stomach, Rusty was likely such a creature. His first more clear warning of the approaching human being when the branches of a bush were pushed aside noisily, the blonde haired human stepping out. Coming to a freezing stop the blonde male stared up with shock, clearly gawking at the massive sight before him. "Man! Wow! Y-You're the largest cat I've ever seen! What a handsome beast!" He turned, gazing up towards Rusty's face with a broad grin "Man, you live out here in the woods on your own? You look just like a house cat, except not..." Turning his head he slowly surveyed Rusty's massive form, not yet really considering the heaviness to his stomach. "Wish I could pet you..." TJ finally concluded, eyes just screaming with fascination and respect for the massive cat he had come across.

[Purrloin]

Rusty was a complete and utter glutton. As such, despite having two humans, or Twolegs as he called them, and all their gear packed inside his gut, he still longed for something more to eat. After a minute or so he finally decided to continue his hunt. He lowers his head a bit and opens his maw slightly, tasting the air for any hint of prey-scent that would lead him away from his wandering path and guide him toward his next juicy morsel.

After a little pause he raises his head back up to its normal height and closes his mouth. His nose twitched slightly as a brisk wind passed by, and he quickly began to take in any scents it may be carrying. His jaws parted once more and again his maw hung open slightly to taste the air while the fast moving air smoothed down his bright orange pelt. Knowing all too well that traveling downwind would carry away the prey-scent and alert any potential prey of his presence long before he knew of theirs, he chose to travel upwind, to give himself the best opportunity at catching something more to eat.

The cat's nose and tongue twitched as he picked up the scent of the human on the air. With his jaws parted he began to stalk toward the source of the scent, and as he prawled closer and closer he began to lower himself down into a hunter's crouch. Now he walked so low that his belly fur just barely cleared the ground, coming just short of his thick pelt brushing against the dead leaves which would give away his position. As the scent of his target gradually strengthened, he would perk up both of his ears and swerve them around in an attempt to pick up any noises the human might be making nearby. But then, just when he thought he had them for sure, all of a sudden a firm kick from within his stomach bulged out his underbelly and caused several dead leaves to crackle and rustle underneath him. It was followed up by a muffled cry for help, and finally a wet rumbling gurgle as his stomach contracted naturally around his lively meal. Then the prey-scent vanished, and Rusty could smell nothing of the human he'd been tracking down.

"Mouse dung!" Rusty spat, cursing at his bad luck as he swerved his ears around to point sideways, and then backwards, in an attempt to track down which direction his prey had fled in. Then he remembered that Twolegs weren't nearly as alert or sneaky as other prey. So if it hadn't fled, then...

The sound of bushes rustling behind him caused Rusty to immediately stand himself upright and whirl around on the spot. His ears swerved around to point forward, and as soon as he caught sight of the human that emerged from the brambles the fur along his shoulders began to rise in alarm. At once Rusty arched his back and narrowed his eyes. The fur along his spine, tail, and eventually the rest of his body, bristled up until he appeared to be twice his size. The Twoleg was busy yapping about something, but he didn't care enough to try and decipher it, or to recognize that the tone it was using didn't sound threatening at all. His lips curled back in the beginning of a snarl and the claws on his forepaws began to flex in and out of their sheaths, kneading the soft ground underneath them as Rusty studied the human, itching for them to make the first move so he could end his hunt and fall asleep feeling full-fed.

[atak]

Stepping from the bushes TJ stepped out onto the path that Rusty had been walking, not a trail by any stretch but a pathway through the woods. Standing there he kept grinning out of thrilled amazement at what he was seeing in front of him. Amazed, enthralled, at the sight of such a BIG and quite lovely looking cat. It was clear it hadn't expected him to come out like this; from the way it had whirled around to face him when he stepped out and now arched his back in his direction.

Chuckling softly TJ slowly reached back, grasping the straps to his pack to slowly slide it off of himself. Barely squatting he set the pack down gently beside himself. Slowly standing upright again he lifted his hands up in front of himself in the somewhat universal sign of 'no harm'. Smiling warmly he kept his hands upright, slowly starting to approach the quietly snarling cat. Eyes glancing briefly to the claws slipping in and out of his forepaw he lifted them back towards Rusty's face again. Slowly he continued approaching, not knowing a great deal about cats but knowing that if he made any sudden moves this feline would react. Either to flee, or to chase him down; he wasn't sure which but knew neither of them was an outcome he desired.

"Shhh... Good cat... Handsome cat... Sooooth... It's ok" He said warmly, gently, in his slow approach towards Rusty. While he stepped closer he kept his legs moving, while mentally pausing to consider things quickly a moment or two. Coming to a decision he slowly reached out his left hand, his non-dominant hand, towards Rusty. Holding his palm up in what he knew was a more trust worthy sign with dogs at least, he slowly reached towards the massive cat in front of him. Smiling wider he continued "Shhh, sooooothe. It's ok. I am not here to hurt you or chase you out. Just let me touch you, you'll see I'm ok..." He murmurred softly to the feline, continuing his slow, steady, gentle approach.

[Purrloin]

The claws on Rusty's forepaws slid fully out of their sheaths as soon as the human reached for his pack and began to take it off. His eyes narrowed slightly and he let out a threatening snarl. It was always bad news when a twoleg took something out of those strange bulky things. It always ended up being something to attack or spray him with. But this Twoleg wasn't getting anything out of it. It just set it down on the ground, looked him, and raised its forepaws up into the air. Was it scared? Rusty never really bothered to make sense of what the Twolegs did. To him, almost everything they did was strange and unnatural.

The fur along Rusty's shoulders began to lie flat as the human slowly approached and left the bag behind. His lips fell back into place and hid his teeth from sight, his back leveled itself out, and his ears flicked and swerved as he attempted to make sense of what it was saying to him. But then it reached out with one of its forepaws and tried to touch him. Almost instantly the fur along his shoulders began to bristle once more, though he didn't flinch away or snarl this time. There was no way it had missed all the signs he'd given that he was ready to attack, so why was it still coming closer?

The claws on his forepaws remained unheated. His tail began to lash back and forth behind him as the hand came closer. When it was only a tail-length away from his muzzle he lunged his head forward and snapped his jaws at it. His teeth came together a few inches away from it, falling short on purpose, and he quickly drew his head back afterwards. 'Surely that will scare it off. Hopefully it'll run away and I can at least get a proper chase out of it before I eat it,' he thought to himself. However a firm thump in his midsection distracted him, and he pinned his ears down to the sides as his recent and long since forgotten meal suddenly sprang to life inside his stomach. The occupants within must have heard the human talking, because now they were trying to get his attention by kicking, thrashing, and shouting out muffled things Rusty couldn't understand. But aside from the gesture of annoyance he'd made with his ears he didn't seem to be at all bothered by his meal's sudden outburst.

[atak]

Moving slowly closer TJ's face split into a wider smile. Pleased to see that the feline seemed to be calming down some. At least enough that it's fur was laying flat and it wasn't snarling at him anymore. He still continued his slow, careful approach. Not wanting to agitate the feline or give him reason to feel threatened he took his time slowly moving closer. A part of him had to wonder why the cat was so agitated, and more so why he felt a strong compulsion to try and approach this feline. Most all feral creatures he met he wouldn't dream of approaching them like this. There was just something about Rusty's eyes. A strange, clear glimmer of intelligence there. Like there was just a single barrier to them understanding each other...

Moving closer the white human male did notice the claws still unsheathed, the definite danger that posed; but continued his slow approach nonetheless. Sure that if he didn't make a rapid movement, or worse try to flee, that he probably wouldn't get attacked. Slowly reaching his hand forwards TJ let out a small gasp of alarm at the sudden snap of those jaws at him. Drawing his hand back swiftly out of reflex the human let out a small sigh, relieved that he still had all his digits and wasn't harmed. His smile turning a bit more sardonic he chuckled "Not eager to let me touch you? That's ok, I don't have to." He said simply, calmly. Not knowing if the cat understood a word he said, but hopeful that his calm tone would come across sooner or later.

TJ was pondering sitting in front of the cat to attempt to stroke his paws when he distantly heard the sound of muffled thumps, of muffled shouts of fear and alarm. Blinking curiously he very slowly leaned to the side. Slowly his eyes widened, seeing the large and quite clear bulges in the cat's stomach. The more he stared the more certain he became that those bulges could only be, other people. Actual humans in that stomach. "Wait, did you... do you... eat people?" He asked with a tone of some shock, disbelief, in his voice. Finding it difficult to think that could actually be true!
Though those wriggling bulges were undeniable, and the cat's apparent disinterest in the struggles equally clear. Hesitating, chewing on his lip in thought an anxious few moments, TJ slowly began to step around to the side of Rusty. Making slow careful sideways steps to put him out a bit past his shoulder. Slowly he approached around his side, stepping towards that stomach. Feeling his heart start to pound, his eagerness building. "Man, if you actually DO eat people... How, really incredible, awesome, that would be..." He breathed out "Especially, alive..." He whispered with even greater excitement. Moving perhaps a little faster than he had been earlier out of his excitement, though he maintained a somewhat slow approach. Again starting to reach his hand out towards that wriggling stomach, the 'lesson' Rusty had tried to impart earlier already forgotten in his amazement and building excitement.

[Purrloin]

Rusty narrowed his eyes once more as he stared the human up and down. When he'd snapped at it, all it had done was huff and pull its forepaw away. Perhaps this Twoleg was finally beginning to realize that Rusty didn't want it coming any closer. But then it spoke, and when it did, it sounded as calm as ever. As if the warning in the snap of his jaws hadn't even phased it. How strange!

'Touch me? Why does it want to touch me?' Rusty thought to himself, flicking his ears upright to acknowledge that he'd heard what TJ had said. But before he could do anything more it suddenly leaned to the side and turned its attention to his slightly bloated midsection. At once Rusty's lips drew back slightly to reveal some of his teeth, in the feline equivalent of a wide and mischievous grin. 'Finally,' he thought as the claws on his forepaws began to knead in and out of the dirt in anticipation, 'I'm going to get that chase!' But to his surprise the Twoleg didn't flee. Instead it began to speak, and almost as if in response, Rusty swiped his tongue around his jaws.

Then it once again began to approach. Now completely bewildered and slightly curious, Rusty sheathed the claws on his forepaws and eyed the human with interest. When TJ began to speak again he swerved his ears around to tune in to his voice. Was that envy he picked up? Fascination? "Does this Twoleg have bees for brains?" he meowed quietly to himself. Instead of being afraid, this Twoleg seemed to be almost happy at the sight of other Twolegs shouting and squirming around beneath his pelt. Their cries for help, their shouting for him to save them and get them out of there, the various bulges of their struggling and kicking, none of it seemed to frighten him at all! All of this left Rusty completely baffled, at a loss for words or even actions. So he just stood there, facing forward, and allowed his curiosity to take over. He wanted to see what this Twoleg wanted, and why it was so eager to continue coming closer despite all it had seen and heard so far.

[atak]

Only vaginally aware of the feline's bafflement TJ continued his approach closer to his body. Eyeing over his handsome stomach with a great deal of interest and fascination he let a small murr of appreciation come out of his throat. Smiling wider to himself he slowly continued his approach, taking in the wriggling, squirming, writhing struggles within this large feline's furry pelt. The clear outline of what must surely be human arms, hands and legs from deep inside. Chewing softly on his lip he murred softly to himself with his growing, budding excitement. Slowly moving up closer, moving to well within feeling distance, he simply stared down at the clearly heavy and lumpy bulges within Rusty's middle.

Slowly he reached his hands out, placing them against the furry stomach of this large cat. Gasping when he could feel the clear, vibrant and energetic struggles of the people inside of there he made a reflexive step closer. Crouching himself down he stared at that stomach. Leaning up closer TJ kept his face a bare few inches away from that furry flesh. "H-Hello in there? Is, that actually people inside of this, stomach? Did he, eat you?" He asked in a tone of quiet wonderment, shock. Chewing his lip he pushed his hands a bit more firmly against that stomach. Giving slow, warm massaging strokes. Turning up to Rusty he gave him a warm smile "Mmm, you have such a handsome belly..." He sighed, looking back to his belly "I wish you could understand me even a little, but... this is incredible..." He breathed out, feeling his hands across wherever a wriggling bulge pushed out from inside. His smile growing wider at each one. "Man..." He breathed, still daring to believe there could actually be people inside there. His caution towards the large feline forgotten in the moment from his excitement and fascination.

[Purrloin]

Every murr from TJ was acknowledged with a flick of Rusty's ears. It was a simple gesture that TJ might not notice, especially with all his attention focused on Rusty's gut, but he instinctively did it anyway to show he'd heard. 'It's... Moaning. I ate the other Twolegs and this one thinks it's great!' he thought to himself as TJ drew himself closer. 'It knows it's prey and it doesn't care. Twolegs never make any sense!'

When TJ finally touched him, Rusty stayed perfectly still. His head turned slightly so he could gaze over at him through the corner of his eye, but otherwise he didn't move. Save for the tip of his tail that was slowly twitching back and forth, Rusty stood motionless. When he began to speak, Rusty tuned in, even though he knew that the words weren't directed toward him. 'Yes, mouse-brain, I ate them. They're in my stomach,' he thought to himself. 'Doesn't that bother you?'

TJ's questions were quickly answered by the frantic cries of the two trapped within him however. "Yes yes! He ate us! Please help! Get us out!" "Run! Save yourself!" came the second voice. "It'll get you too! Call for help, the damn thing swallowed my phone and it got sucked through the exit! You've got to help us!" The muffled voices were suddenly drowned out by a loud rumbling gurgle that caused Rusty's gut to vibrate intensely underneath TJ's hands. A second or two later and the rumbling sound gurgled up into the massive cat's chest, and then his maw opened slightly and a loud watery burp erupted out of him, lasting for a full two seconds. Rusty's stomach contracted visibly, tightening up around the two humans trapped within it as a bunch of air escaped and causing the bulges that shifted underneath his pelt to become much more prominent.

"It likes my belly." Rusty meowed softly to himself. "Now I've heard everything! No, I don't understand! You Twolegs are all so weird!" Although some of the initial curiosity had faded, Rusty continued to allow TJ to admire his gut. Now a new curiosity burned within the ginger tom. A curiosity to find out just how far this Twoleg would go with its strange admiration, and what it would take to make it realize that that could be him just as easily as the other two. It already knew that there were other Twolegs inside his stomach, perhaps this Twoleg didn't know how different they would be on the way out.

[atak]

TJ was far too focused on Rusty's warm, handsome stomach to notice or much care about the flicks of his ears. The warm gurgles, the muffled cries, were far too fascinating for him to help himself. He huffed to himself, his body trembling all that much more to hear the words of those contained in that stomach. Hearing their cries of desperation, warning him to save himself, to call for help... He huffed to himself, sliding up closer and pushing his hands more firmly against that warm furry stomach of Rusty's. "Wh-What's it like inside of there? What do you see? Smell? I mean.. God, you're inside of a giant, handsome cat! I can't believe this is real, that I'm actually... talking to people in a stomach!" he gasped to himself. Sitting up more straight as he said that, feeling eager, excited, anxious, and a mix of other emotions.
Hearing that rumbling gurgle roll from that cat's stomach he chewed his lip, groaning to hear that sound; followed by the thick and hearty belch afterwards. Gasping to himself he suddenly threw himself up against that stomach. Hugging it tighter the moment that it contracted tighter before his eyes. "Oh, oh wow... Heh, there really is people in there.. Y, you ate at least two people..." Suddenly he froze, glancing up towards Rusty. A slow smirk coming to his face "These can't be the first ones... Can they? I mean.. Oh, man... I wonder, what's going to happen.." He purred to himself. Slowly sliding a hand under Rusty's stomach. Caressing it, slowly stroking over more of his belly. Any hesitance he'd had thrown out the window, all too eager to snuggle up against his handsome stomach, listen to and ponder what was happening inside of him.

[Purrloin]

"It's disgusting! The smell is disgusting, the slime is disgusting, all our hiking gear is DISGUSTING!" came a middle shout from Rusty's gut. "HANDSOME!?" shouted the other person. "This is YOUR cat? You're sick! SICK! When I get out of here you're go-grrglrgrll" - The voice suddenly transitioned into wet gargling as the bulges TJ was pushing against suddenly shifted dramatically with a powerful contraction of Rusty's stomach muscles. The inner walls compressed around the occupants inside and forced them into a forward somersault-type motion. The bulges in Rusty's gut visibly rolled clockwise as the two humans were topped over and their heads were plunged underneath the pool of digestive juices that surrounded them. A fit of frantic thrashing and kicking immediately followed, along with loud sloshing and slapping sounds as Rusty's stomach contents were stirred up and kicked around by the struggles of his meal.

Rusty's great size meant that the top of his back was just a tad bit taller than top of the human's head, however it also meant that the bulges in his gut were almost perfectly at eye level with TJ. Thankfully his stomach and all of its contents only occupied around half of his upper midsection beginning just behind his forelegs. As a result it would end up being in an ideal position to slide an arm underneath it and careess and hug its contents. Which is exactly what TJ was doing.

"No, they're not the first and they won't be the last," Rusty meowed. "The same thing that happens to all prey happens to them too. Sometime tomorrow all of their Twoleg rubbish will come out in my dirt and I'll move on." Though to TJ it would sound as nothing more than a strange series of drawn out meowing. As TJ caressed Rusty's bloated and active stomach, the ginger tom's gut would give off several loud gurgles that vibrated against his body as gas bubbles were coaxed out of their resting places and bubbled their way to the surface of the stomach contents. Rusty himself still didn't budge, not even when TJ threw himself upon him. Instead all it succeeded in doing was causing the heavy mass within his gut to sway back and forth slightly from the impact and produce a few more muffled bubbly groans.

[atak]

Huffing to listen to the voices inside of the stomach he purred a little to himself again, only able to guess just what ways it was so disgusting inside of that stomach. Sure that everything must be utterly soaked through with the stomach juices. He chewed on his lip, trying to guess what the smell would be like, what they were able to see within there. And of course, how long they would survive. TJ blinked at the sudden verbal assault they made on him, calling him sick and acting quite angry. He smirked to hear that wet gargling gurgle from the stomach, clearly able to see the bulges shifting and rolling around quite energetically. Rusty's stomach clearly more than capable of pushing them around with great ease.
Mmmming to himself the human slid up closer. Sliding his arm deeper underneath that stomach to hold it against himself. Caressing it over, trying to heft it a little and better feel the weighty bulges of what was clearly human forms. Feeling them over, sensing through the stomach the desperate kicks, thrashes and struggles of those people. Clearly desperate to get out of there, or at the least to get their faces from the depths of those stomach juices. Mmming some more he hugged that stomach against himself, giving it a warm kiss. "Mm, you ARE a very handsome cat. All the more so with the fact that you're clearly a man eater. At least you're able to get them down whole, which is just incredible." Looking up he chewed on his lip softly "And at least I know if I do end up getting eaten by you, I'll almost certainly get to go in whole and alive... I just hope it's not with people like this, at least not when they're alive." He chuckled, stroking that belly some more. Quietly wondering how many people had gotten eaten by this large cat. Huffing, also trying to imagine what their remains must look like when he was done. Something he hoped he'd get to investigate for himself sooner or later.

Crouching down a bit more he slid further beneath the cat, rubbing at his stomach and also taking a glance further down between his legs as well. Letting his hand stroke along that gut, slowly moving their way back further.

[Purrloin]

As TJ caressed and admired the bulges in Rusty's gut, the frantic kicking and thrashing would gradually begin to die down. Then all of a sudden many of the bulges just stopped moving altogether. There was some metallic clanking that sounded like wet keys on a keychain being knocked against each other, and not too much longer after that came the muffled sound of a zipper being undone. Then there was a sudden gargling sound as the second person inhaled and began to choke on the feline's digestive fluids, a fit of desperate thrashing from the bulges of the one that was still conscious, and then everything went still. As TJ lifted upward against Rusty's midsection the combined weight of the two humans, their gear, and the digestive fluids that surrounded them would prove to be almost too heavy to lift. For a moment TJ would manage to lift the massive feline's bulging midsection upward an inch or two, after that he'd end up lifting against some of the weight of Rusty himself, and no further progress would be made.

Although TJ wouldn't be able to lift Rusty's stomach, all the pressing and rubbing from the outside helped to encourage some of the air trapped within his meal to bubble to the surface of the stomach's contents with audible bubbling gurgles. From there all it took was a good contraction from the walls of the cat's stomach and the gas was squeezed up into his chest area where it bubbled up his neck and left his muzzle a few heartbeats later in the form of a loud wet burp.

"You Mouse-brain. Are you telling me you WANT me to eat you?" Rusty meowed. "Not even a mouse would do that! Huh! You Twolegs!" By now Rusty had figured out that this human didn't appear to pose any threat to him at all, and as such his posture appeared to be quite relaxed as he allowed TJ to continue exploring along his midsection. Not surprisingly, Rusty was a tom, fully intact and perfectly capable of fathering kits. As TJ worked his hands further down Rusty's midsection they would come closer and closer to encountering the ginger tom's massive furry sheath. However since he was feline TJ would have to venture down between the enormous cat's hind legs before he would be able to reach it, if that was what he was going for.

[atak]

Staring at that stomach he let out a small sigh of some mild disappointment, chuckling a little "Heh, I guess they just couldn't get their heads above water again. Shame, it would have been interesting to hear from them how it goes the longer they stay in there." He chewed on his lip, quietly wondering if this is what happened to all creatures that went into Rusty's stomach. Though he supposed one way or another he might get to find out, unless of course the large cat would just up and leave. Though he didn't seem inclined to do that just yet at least.
Listening to that stomach the human pursed his lips thoughtfully. hearing the sound of that zipper being undone, wondering curiously at why one of the humans in there was undoing something... But he shook his head, smirking playfully up at the cat. "Hopefully all that stuff passes through you no problem. Don't need something clogging up the works eh?" He asked with a chuckle.

Grunting with effort he did try to heft the stomach, just feeling at it and it's contents. It was amazing how heavy it was, though understandable since it was two people. Yet the cat carried it all in his stomach with such great ease. Slowly lowering it back down he fondled his hand around that stomach. Nudging at the bulges, pushing them around to try and better feel what he could of those contained in that stomach. Flushing to hear that wet burp escape from the cat's jaws. Glancing up towards his front he hesitated, pondering at what it might smell like from so deep inside of him. But TJ remained where he was. Massaging that stomach, slowly crouching down to slip beneath the large cat.
Turning himself to face towards the back he let out a low, warm groan of appreciation. Savoring the sight, the confirmation, that this cat was indeed a tom. Endowed with a quite handsome looking furry sheath. Swallowing softly at the brief mental image he had of this cat working to sire kits, he moved himself along. Running his hand across that stomach he slowed down, moving more slow and careful to reach up and gently grasp that sheath. Huffing he worked himself closer, face hovering mere inches away from that sheath. Staring it over with eager admiration. Gently massaging and feeling over that sheath, just taking the time to admire it while that heavy, gurgling gut rested on his back.

[Purrloin]

"Passes through?" Rusty meowed. "Did they have something you were looking for? You can retrieve it out of my dirt tomorrow, if you're even around that long." As TJ traced his hand along the cat's underside, the lumpy bulges in his gut would suddenly give way to a smooth upward slant around the midpoint between his front and hind legs. The cat's underbelly was smooth and the fur was thick and plentiful, and at the end of the sharp upward curve that marked the location of his packed gut the rest of his midsection would appear to be relatively level.

As the hand traveled further along and approached that massive sheath, Rusty's thick orange coat would begin to thin out, until it was only an inch or so long around the area that surrounded his plump malehood. When TJ suddenly grasped it Rusty flicked his tail up into the air with a sharp meow of surprise. "Gyaaah!" he yowled, "What in the name of StarClan is wrong with you!?"

However, despite his sudden outburst of surprise and confusion, Rusty made no attempt to step aside or swipe at the human underneath him. In fact, he quickly found himself doing the exact opposite. Every gurgle and wet groan sent a little vibration against TJ's back as Rusty's gut rested upon it. His claws began to knead in and out of the ground, though unlike when he'd done it earlier, this time each of his forepaws repeatedly lifted up into the air and came back down very gently every time his claws returned to their sheathes. Almost at once the shiny, wet, dark pink tip of the ginger tom's malehood pushed forth and slipped out of his sheath. A strong musky odor was immediately thrown into the air all around TJ as Rusty's back began to arch. It was as if he was suddenly lost in an instinctive mating trance, shifting both of his hindpaws closer to both of his forepaws to allow his back to arch even further. Now it appeared as if he were aligning himself with the hind end of a female, getting himself ready to mount an invisible queen and mate with her.

[atak]

TJ certainly wasn't able to understand Rusty's meowed words, though he would have appreciated the sentiment if he'd been able to. Certainly he would be quite fascinated in what would pass through the feline in due time, see what was left of his morsels. He stroked along that stomach, enjoying the feel of those lumpy bulges. Slowly working his way along until his hand slid to the more smooth, furry part of his underside. Shifting himself forwards he peered ahead of himself, chewing his lip with a low murrr to eye quite appreciatively over the male's sheath. Compared to him it was quite massive, though it looked to be pretty proportionate to the rest of his form. Still, the sight of it was impressive to be quite sure. He let out a low sound of appreciation when his hand grasped gently at that sheath; being careful not to firmly grab at it or anything else that would have been uncomfortable for that cat.

Pausing a moment at the sudden sharp meow around him he waited, pausing to see if the feline would react badly to what he was doing. To his touch. Though it didn't seem like that was going to occur so he continued to fondle and gently explore over that sheath. Mmmming at the warmth of it, the thin luxurious fur, the plump fleshy pouch that he held. Smiling he slid a little closer, huffing to feel the vibrations of those deep gurgles going through that cat's gut resting on his back. His eyes grew wide when the dark pink, shiny, slick tip of his malehood pushed forth. Huffing on the powerful, heady musky odor filling the air. Gently fondling at that sheath he bit his lip, groaning with desire to feel the cat arching over him. Pushing that sheath towards him, nudging it closer to the human. He swallowed, quietly wondering if the large male cat had mounted a female before. Thinking of what an amazing sight that would be, that he might even perhaps help... But as it was it was just the two of them. Chewing on his lip he stared intently over that sheath, the slick tip of his member. Huffing the human moved himself forwards. Leaning in he slowly pushed his lips to the tip of that member. Giving it a warm kiss, slowly slurping his tongue across it. Shuddering at the powerful flavors that met his tongue, pushing up a bit more. Wondering if he'd be able to take what Rusty must have between his legs; if the cat might end up fucking him to death if he tried to suck him off as he did hope and plan to. Groaning he slurped again at the tip of that member, running his tongue along it in a slow exploration.

[Purrloin]

'Great StarClan this Twoleg is licking me!' Rusty shouted hastily in his head as TJ's lips pressed upon the slimy pink head of his cock. Immediately it began to grow and lengthen, sliding forth from Rusty's thick furry sheath and expanding in both length and girth. As more of it emerged the powerful scent of the feline's musk would become more and more prominent in the air around his hind end. The end of his cock would end up pushing forth and practically ramming itself right through TJ's parsed lips as his furry sheath began to swell and pulse in his grasp.

A soft meow escaped Rusty's muzzle as he began to claw lustfully at the dirt underneath his forepaws. Instinctively he began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting himself in and out of the human's mouth without even paying any mind to what he was doing. The flavor of the cat's malehood would hit TJ like a brick; a powerful mixture of the salty fluids that lubricated it blended in with the sharp oily tang of feline urine. For the first couple moments his cock would glide smoothly in and out of the human's mouth. However as Rusty began to grow more and more aroused, and more of his length pushed free of his plump pulsing sheath, TJ would suddenly feel a sharp pickling pain shoot through the entire interior of his mouth.

The first time it happened it was just a prickly tickle. But with just a single additional thrust forward, when Rusty drew his haunches back to pull himself out, a sharp tearing pain would explode throughout his mouth as if he had just been chewing on a cactus. As a feline, Rusty's cock contained hundreds of backward pointing thorn-sharp spines. As his arousal began to grow, so did the barbs, until his entire malehood was littered with what appeared to be hundreds of tiny claws the size of what you'd find on the paws of a normal sized cat. The barbs hooked into TJ's cheeks and tongue, almost shredding his tongue in their grasp and tearing it from his mouth. The barbs were designed to scrape out the sperm of a competing tom during intercourse, and the extreme pain of the scrapings induced ovulation in the queens who were being mated. Although neither of those things was relevant in this sort of situation, Rusty had absolutely no control over this little feature of his, nor would he have kept them 'sheathed' for this human had he been able to choose whether of not to do so. At this moment, the danger that came with those barbs was both obvious and frightening. So much so that a single accidental brush up against them in the opposite direction of their leaning curved shape with TJ's hand threatened to tear the flesh from his palms.

[atak]

Huffing at the powerful taste of that warm, slick, musky cock in his mouth made the human shudder. Feeling the hot, slimy head of that pink member against his tongue. Starting to grow and lengthen, huffing to feel it sliding from his sheath to expand itself wider. The human felt his head swimming from the power of that intense musk, the powerful tang of the urine on his tongue. Only letting out a merf to feel that length powerfully ram down his throat the human's body shuddered. His grip squeezing a bit tighter on that member, feeling and squeezing at it softly. Overwhelmed by what he was experiencing, what he was going through with this cat.

Distantly he was aware of the dirt crunching, shifting, underneath Rusty's claws. Smiling to hear that meow of apparent pleasure escaping his throat he kept murring around it. Overwhelmed by everything. Certainly not having been intending to do this from the first moment he'd been aware of the large cat's presence.
Suddenly it all came to a crashing pause, the human letting out a sharp "Nnngh!" of pain and discomfort, feeling the sharp tug of those barbs dragging through his mouth. Feeling some of the delicate flesh of his jaws tearing, tasting some blood in his mouth he grasped firmly at that length, instinctively following it when it drew back to keep it from tearing at him even worse. Quickly working his fingers at the problem the human struggled to extricate some of his flesh from those barbs without further tearing them.
The whole ordeal only lasted a handful of moments but it felt like so much longer. TJ pulling away from the male cat's loins with a huff of pain, grunting he pushed himself back a couple of feet. Looking down at his somewhat gashed hand he put his fingers to his mouth, feeling at some of the cuts he got there. "Oowww, I forgot that cats had those. Mph, that's a problem..." He grunted with some irritation to himself. Looking up to that hanging shaft he sighed, feeling bad for leaving the cat hanging like that; and annoyed at himself for forgetting. Still feeling that strong smarting sensation in his mouth. "Ow.. man those things are really *sharp*. Hard to believe anything can handle them, but cats can I guess..." he murmurred to himself distractedly, still sitting underneath Rusty in his somewhat stunned state.

[Purrloin]

Rusty moved forward and backward in a rhythmic fashion, sliding as much of himself as TJ could take in and out of the human's mouth and throat. His haunches were bunched together, his tail was slightly raised, and his malehood had long since swollen from his sheath to take on its full length and girth. Most of the barbs that were present all along his malehood had been laying flat until this point, smooth to the touch as their pointed tips and serrated edges rested horizontally like scales on a fish. However, as his cock swelled and rounded out into its proper shape, the flesh that contained them would stretch out and become taut, which would then force the flat-lying barbs to rise to their normal vertically oriented positions.

Now each one of them would do their part in scraping and pulling at the human's flesh as their thorn sharp tips and edges raked along it. When TJ's fingers slipped around the tip of his cock, the next backward tug of Rusty's hips would spare the interior of his mouth from another painful assault of stabbing and scraping. As he began to move away from Rusty's malehood he would briefly be halted by the hefty bulges in Rusty's gut that caused it to sag down quite a bit lower than his lower midsection. Though once he'd ducked underneath and cleared that obstacle Rusty's caws would begin to tear at the earth in frustration while he gazed down and watched TJ back himself out from underneath him. His eyes narrowed challengingly and his lips curled back to emit an aggressive and fierce sounding snarl.

Instead of disappointment, the only emotions Rusty could feel flowing through him were lust-driven rage and aggression. The ginger tom's fur began to bristle and his ears flattened themselves back against the top of his head as the tom himself made no effort to hide the outrage that resulted from the sudden interruption of his mating session. A pent up tom being denied his release, in their eyes anyway, was a declaration of war. As if TJ had just swooped in and stolen his mate right out from underneath him. In the blink of an eye Rusty lashed out with his right forepaw and made an aggressive swipe at the human's face. His unsheathed claws struck with expert precision, swiping at the human just close enough to rake through their hair and miss both their scalp and their face. That massive forepaw stirred up quite a breeze as it whizzed by barely a whisker's length away from TJ's face. As it passed by the unsheathed thorn-sharp claws combed and tore so easily through his hair that the few strands they had managed to slice through simply fell away and drifted through the air in front of his face without any sort of tugging or pulling sensation at all.

[atak]

Oomphing when he bumped back against that bulging and swollen stomach TJ paused there a moment, before managing to extricate himself further away out of the reach of that barbed and dangerous member. Laying out on the ground he panted to himself, gently feeling and nursing at the sounds he'd received from the large tomcat overhead. Blinking to hear that aggressive, fierce snarl the human began to lift his head to gaze upwards when that paw swiped down at him. Taking a vicious swipe at the area just over his head, barely missing his scalp and face. Slicing away some of his hair to let it drift away in front of him with no sign of harm or effort at all.

Sitting there frozen the human blinked, staring up at the mid-section of the cat as well as the bare hints of his snarling face. There weren't any words to be said, the human simply realizing he had probably gotten himself in deeper than he'd intended or had even realized. He certainly hadn't intended to leave the cat hanging, and clearly agitated. Though by the same token he couldn't see any way of satisfying him at this moment without serious injury.. Then he froze a moment, his mind coming up with a crazy plan. But, one that might yet just work. Slowly he reached down to the hem of his shirt. Slowly he slipped it upwards, pulling it up off himself while trying to not seem he posed any danger to Rusty in doing so. "It's ok bud, I got it. I know what to do..." He said softly up to the large feline.
Drawing his shirt up off himself he took a breath. Moving back up forwards again towards that throbbing, needing member, the human began to quickly slide the cloth over the engorged length of his cock. Letting the tip of his member poke through the neck hole of his shirt. Grasping the cloth he began twisting it around, twisting it around the male's length. Not painfully restrictingly, just snugly. Shifting himself around to face forwards TJ leaned his face and shoulder up against the large male's sheath. With a huff he pulled down firmly on that shirt, giving a firm slow tug downwards, relaxing, then repeating it. He had little doubt his shirt would be damaged, perhaps ruined, by this experience. But he thought it at least a way to help the large male enjoy himself, to get off, without shredding his own flesh to ribbons in the process.