Title: [RP scene between Ferana and Terris
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[RP scene between Ferana and Terris. A diplomat is taken on a tour of a former enemy's planet, only to find out what the enemy used to do with POW's. This log comes before the silkie sheathvore, and is the basis for the Caiten concept.- Contains: Sheathvore, digestion/transformation. - Terris]

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Calista walks along one of the corridors of the diplomatic ship, her arms folded casually behind her back and her hair tied neatly behind her back as she's adorned in a fairly tight fitting blouse and pants that borders on something of a uniform. "It's nice of you to offer to show me about like this..", she offers in terms to her host walking along beside her, though said host is considerably larger and all.

( Said host is a taur of considerable proportions.  Of hybrid genetic leopard stock, she stands nearly one and a half meters tall at the shoulder, with an additional one above that for her taurish humanoid torso.  Her body is long, at two and a half meters  long from her nose to her hindquarters, and though she is slender for a cattaur, being of leopard stock, she easily crowds the passageway designed for more human feet.  She is exceedingly well groomed, her coat glossy in the artificial light, the many patterned speckles and dark spots playing down her flanks.  She turns her feline head to look down at her companion and smiles, showing just a hint of teeth, her voice a mixed purr, "It is no imposition at all. It is rare that visitors from Earth come to our humble cast-off planet." )

"Ah, but how could I resist visiting a world of felines?", the human replies in wry amusement as she glances up to her host, blue eyes gleaming a little with amusement and odd delight, "Even if you don't exactly fit in with your .. ah.. unique shape." She chuckles though, sparing a glance toward one of the protected windows dotted down the hallway showing a glimpse of the planet below and drawing her attention a little from the softer pad of four feet hitting the floor compared to the click of her own shoes, "And it's such a lovely place you have here.."

( The feline chuckles with her guest, her voice still soft and purring. "It isn't often we have human visitors either. We relish the opportunity when one comes to visit. Now, if you follow me, I shall take you out into the colony. There are a few sights you should see while you are here,  "the ancient Skytower, the shops of Elmila row, and the Tunnel of Heat... Did you have any preference?" She wears very little in the way of clothing, her fur acting as natural protection against the elements. What little she wears is a wraparound tunic-like shirt that covers her torso, and the curve her modest breasts. Beneath her long cattish body, hints of her hybrid heritage can be seen, the long wrinkled furry shape of a sheath, and two fairly large furry testicles that jiggle suggestively as she pads down the hallways towards the exit ramp and the outside world.  )

Calista purses her lips at the choices available even as she gives a thoughtful hmm in way of response, "As you say .. there is so much to see! Would you have any preference? Any suggestions for me?" Following with another chuckle as she rolls the small edge of her shoulders in an open enough shrug as she glances back toward the sleek feline and offers a wry smile, "It hasn't been that long since our people made peace that it's simply marvelous we've managed to come so far so soon."

( "Indeed, peace. A fragile thing, but one worth having.  It brings so many... delightful advantages,"  The taur chuckles softly, her melodic voice filled with good humor and a hint of wry amusement. Without a direct answer to the question, she pads ahead of the human a little, leading her to the exit and out onto the ramp, then down it, onto the rolled paved cement of the landing pad below.  The human, following behind is given a good view of the massive feline's hindquarters, her long tail, that flicks here and there as she walks, sometimes, teasing under her guests's chin, or against ehr cheek, and those two massive testicles nestled between her hind legs, the thick veins that crawl over their rounded surfaces, clearly visible despite the fur that covers them... "Come then, I shall show you the Tunnel of Heat.  It is a marvelous thing to behold. Some of your people during the war were able to see it, but few since the peace came..." )

Calista chuckles, only to startle some in surprise as the taur advances forward in a quicker pace to slide in front of her. Naturally she increases her step to keep up, trying not to glance down in being ever so polite as the form moves ahead of her in the limited corridor space and a slender tail swats beneath her chin occasionally in teasing her whilst the lewder assets of behind the  herm taur's body is shown off to her, never letting the human doubt her gender and vitality! Still, as they move out onto the pad she's given a little room and tries to step up along side again as she lets out a breath, "I don't believe many of your kind were seen before the war either!"

( "We do not travel much outside out planet, aside from the adventurers and traders. My... type is perhaps among the rarer you might see. We travel hardly at all, and thus get few chances to sample the... luxuries that other worlds provide."  She smiles at her guest, that soft purr growing deep in her chest as they young human tries to catch up and walk along-side her.  Her muscles ripple beneath her fur ripple as she pads towards the waiting tram-car that will whisk them away to their destination. "Now, come into the car, and I shall show you the Tunnel of Heat. It's a thing few humans have the privilege of seeing and enjoying... You are lucky to have a guide such as I today, or such a visit would not truly be possible. Now come..." The leopardess climbs onto the big oversized car, and after her guest joins her, mutters some words in a guttural language to the car's computer, and off they fly, whizzing through the tall buildings and huge trees that make up the massive city of the Caiten. )

( She pauses a moment almost warily at the size of the tram car in comparison to her host! She's had to accommodate for other such things in their little tour though and, in truth, she ends up feeling sorry for how difficult it must be for the leopardtaur to get about. So she slides in gingerly and hovers to one side, pressed up to one side of the cab itself up against the closing doorway as she chuckles, "But it's almost as if your kind were bred or created during the war!" )

( "There was some genetic engineering during the war, though our kind existed before it. It is our strong suite, while yours is more along the lines of computers and weapons.  We simply improved on ourselves a little, and prompted by actions of your people, made some interesting and entertaining adjustments." The leopard shifted a little to give her guest a little more room in the cramped tram, still, the human was forced against the feline's side, against her soft fur, rubbing against it with every bump of the car. The feline gives a purring sigh that seems to rumble the air itself, a soft strange scent starting to permeate the air of the car. She raises a handpaw to touch one of her cloth covered breasts for a moment, then with lidded eyes, and her tail flickering against a window, she continues, "I sense you have some curiosity about it. Perhaps in a few minutes, I will tell you more about it.  But we'll soon be at our destination... " )

( As cramped up in the space as it is, it isn't too surprising that occasionally the human has to lean in against the taur's flank, though being ever careful where she rests her hand, eventually bracing herself with elbow to wrist as her lower arm leaned in against the surface of the softly furred, powerful flank beside her. Because of her angle, she doesn't see her host lifting a paw to touch the raise of her own breast, though she does get a suggestion of it from the purring and the elbow she can see sticking out. But why would her host do that? She just smiles in trying to be polite, feeling another shake of the tram jostle her up against the furry body warmly and draw a small oof of her, "Well, there's so little recorded about you.. I confess I was simply being curious." )

( "Curiosity is one thing our races share,"  The leopardess chuckles again, her purr deepening for a moment as the human bumps into her and inadvertently brushes against her sheath. The airtram passes through what appear to be a long rush of dense trees and forest, before it comes to a stop at the foot of a large hill. Before them is what appears to be the mouth of a great cave, from which a paved path leads to a small landing pad just big enough to hold three or four trams.  Clearly the mouth of the cave has been widened to permit the travel of larger creatures, though indeed, it seems as if no-one else is around. A large sign has been posted by the entrance to the cave in a script and lettering that is unintelligible.  The leopardess mutters a word at the computer and the tram doors open. Gingerly, she pads out, rubbing her long furry length against her guest, before leaving the car entirely.  Outside, she pad towards the cave a few steps, her huge balls, slightly fuller and larger than before... )

( As naive as she is to the true nature of the taur she fails to notice the heavier balls, or the fact the area seems to be far more deserted. Instead her eyes are upon the cave entrance as she steps off of the tram with a relieved breath; the air was getting a little warm in there! She even raises a hand to adjust her collar as she looks up upon the place, "... Where is this?" Of course she glances toward the sign, but even the more keen researchers of her kind are forbidden, where possible, from knowing the language. Or at least leaving with the knowledge. )

( The leopardess turns a little, looking over her shoulder as a handpaw comes up to once again touch one of her breasts, just beyond the sight of the young woman following her, "We approach the Tunnel of Heat. During the war, some of your people were brought here. all found it to be an experience unlike any other.  I once worked in this place..."  She gave a small wink, and then, padding ahead of the human, her tail flickering against the human's cheek, she lead the way down the path, the muscles in her long body rippling as her leisurely walking slid into something more akin to a stalking step. Still, as her massive testicles, so full and round, bobbed with each step, she led the human into the cave and down the long dimly lit and roughly hewn passageway into the unknown as the air temperature around them slowly increased... before long the passage narrowed, making it tight to fit through for the great taur, and then... it suddenly opened up into a vast chamber, lit by bioluminescent moss that covered every square inch of ever surface in the chamber, like one vast carpet, soft underfoot and glowing dimly like weak candles.  The room had a slightly warm damp scent to it, and the unmistakable scent of feline arousal and sex. Indeed, upon close view of the moss, here and there it was cakes with dried white flaky stuff... which only the imagination could give name to.  The leopardess strode towards the middle of the vast chamber, looking over her shoulder almost coyly, "You were curious, human, did you wish to know more about my kind?" )

Calista fails to see the amused expression and lingering of a stroke along the leopardess' breast as shi teases herself at the .. fun that's to come. "Is it in volcano or something?", she remarks, obviously curious about the phrase 'heat', though she pauses in considering the other meaning; that of a feline in heat! All of her attention is drawn by the tail curling beneath her chin though, causing her to chuckle as she glances back along the taur's body and away from the smoothly cut tunnel. Certainly it seems to growl hotter as things proceed, making her a little uncomfortable as she slides in behind the feline into the wider area. She pauses again though in noticing some of the odd scents upon the moss and though she doesn't recognize feline sexual heat immediately it starts to dawn on her what the heady edge is, ".. I.. H..how did you mean?"

( The leopardess turns, slowly and almost stalkingly circling her human guest until she blocks direct access to the passageway out of the great moss-filled chamber. With one handpaw sliding to her neck, the other slides to her cloth covered breast, There is a soft napping sound and the light blue tunic sort of falls away to reveal the feline's modest breasts and erect nipples. Her handpaw begins to caress a breast as she now pads closer to the human woman, the scent of sex starting to grow stronger in the air, "We were genetically engineered specifically to 'process' human prisoners... It's a very efficient method really, and it made us so much stronger. Most of our prisoners were men... Human men are so delightful in how they resist... but your women...that was something I never was able to partake of..." She stalks closer, now, her large sheath, that runs along most of her belly, clearly visible, slightly saggy and stretched. Her balls too, now like two giant watermelon, sag between her hind legs. )

Calista doesn't even realize she's being stalked until the leopardess has almost completed a loop and her slender, long body blocks the doorway. Of course as the figure starts to walk back along side her with her top falling away the human's eyes widen in surprise as she turns enough to see the plump, soft fur covered breasts with obviously excited nipples. "W..what?", she stammers in twisting about to face you, even taking a step backward though the motion brings her more toward the middle of the room rather then the safety of the exit. "Process? I .. ah...wait.. What do you mean?", she blurts in obviously being on alarm, for now the angle of being in front denying her the view of the prepared sheath and balls.

( With her purr increasing, the leopardess continues gently fondling a breast. Even as Calista steps back, the leopardess steps forward to follow her, her longer strides bringing her closer to her prey.  Her handpaw reaches out and catches the woman's shirt, and with flexing of muscle, yanks downward to rip it and perhaps even force the nervous girl to her knees, where, surely she'd see the gaping mouth of the feline's sagging sheath and the vein-covered testicles that sway obscenely with every movement. The feline keeps a grip on the torn shirt, padding a little closer so the human can feel the heat of her body, and will have a harder time to pull free of her ripped garment. "You see," she purred, her voice beginning to drip with eager lust, "We brought them here to be processed.  Some were aroused at the thought of being intimate with a powerful hermaphrodite like myself... but, few knew what processing really involves." )

( At this the human takes in a surprised breath at the more .. predatory nature of the advancing feline, only to jerk up onto her toes and raise her hands to grasp at the underside of the leopardess' in trying to stop her as she feels the hands clutching her shirt and tearing it from her body, exposing her supple figure and the smooth flesh of her body, "H... hey!" Of course she's forced down too she flinches, her knees shoving at the floor in trying to rise as she bucks herself back, only to find hands holding her body as she's pressed between approaching forelimbs framing either side of her body and given the full view of the raised sheath's outline and the jostle of heavy balls behind the cannon like surface, "W... what are you talking about?" )

( The leopardess doesn't answer immediately, as one of the big paws upon which she stands, reaches out and bats the human, knocking her from her knees to the ground in a almost bone-shuddering blow that would surely knock the wind from her and leave her perhaps slightly stunned on the ground The shirt is ripped from her body in the process, leaving her half naked, with her garment hanging limply from the leopardess' handpaw.  The leopardess moves quickly, tossing the shirt aside, circling her 'guest' slightly so that the young woman's head faces the big kitty's underbelly and sheath. She crouches slightly, into an almost pounce sort of position and crawls forwards and would, if the girl doesn't move it time, literally walk over Calista's body to cover it with her own. Her purr is deafening as she moves, lust dripping from her melodic voice, "Humans make the most potent of cum." )

Calista gives out a cry at the crack from a heavy forelimb knocking her to the floor on her side a moment, dazing her harshly as it swats her down like a cat half leaping for a mouse. Just enough time to drag the human about then as handpaws tug the garment behind, drawing her own arms back in hoisting her forcibly back onto her knees, but in a posture from where she sees large forelimbs gingerly stepping over her and bringing her beneath the feline's forestomach to where parting hindlimbs are crouched and starting to form a cave. A cave that ends in the plump swell of a heavy sheath from where she can see the rim move and draw in the leopardess' musk as the feline prepares to do an especially wicked act that's been banned since the war ended, "W..what? What do you mean?"

( "Your human leaders kept it a secret," the leopardess giggles, then makes a soft moan, her hindpaws crawling forward as she covers the smaller woman with her body, the fur of her chest rubbing against Calista's head, even as her forepaws frame the human's body, "Perhaps they thought my people would kill all of my kind... But such expectations were stupid. We were heroes, gathering information, and processing POWs into more useful purposes." With that, the leopardess' paw slips in to grip Calista by the waist and half clamp her to the feline's chest as with a grunt and a groan, the feline half crouches, and half rolls onto her side to more properly handle her captive.  Once laying, her other forepaw grips Calista too, blunt nails digging into her breast as she gives a shove and forces the young woman, face first towards the wrinkled, wet musky opening of her sheath. )

( The human in question tries to flail now, but it's not like this is the first time the leopardess has dealt with such! Indeed she gives out a soft cry as a paw grips her tightly about the waist and yanks her under the feline entirely, leaving the half twisted form with forelimbs to either side of her rear and forcing her into a posture on her knees before that plump sheath even as she gasps in seeing the moisture built up inside being enough to add a gleam to the wrinkled dark edge in front of her. Flinching as she feels a warm forepaw curl about her bare flesh with blunt claws sliding out to get a nice snug grip on her, preventing her from bucking back, "W..what are you talking about?" )

( "You really should have looked at your porn feeds more often little meat." The leopardess purrs, her torso twisted up a  little as she leans on one arm so she can watch Calista, "after the war, some human leaked captured vids of our processing... Young human boys sit in their bedrooms jerking their cocks to images of my kind, processing young women like you. maybe vids are even being made right now..."  She paused, her purr rumbling through her chest, vibrating against her struggling captive, even as those strong paws pull Calista towards the slightly gaping opening of that wrinkled sheath. Indeed, it looks big, and flexible, like it might stretch a great deal if necessary, as it runs much of the length of the feline's furry belly towards her two sagging swollen balls.  The red-lined mouth of her sheath begins to gape as her face nears it, heavy feline musk coming from it's pitch black depths, reeking of lust and sex. )

Calista swallows at the strong musk coming toward her, only to give out a started gasp as that sheath opening purses open, displacing a little of it's excited pre to collect in a drip starting to form along the underside, but mostly showing the darkly flesh gleaming interior before her as the scent of excitement and feline musk hits her face. "Y..you're kidding?", she blurts, but now she's starting to get over disbelief and flinches at the prospect ahead of her, causing her knees to slide out along the floors as she tries to tug back from the waiting girth, "Let go of me!"

( There is no answer but the insistent push of the feline herm's big paws. Calista's face moves closer and closer to the cannon mouth of the sheath, which gapes a few inches wide at least.  He struggles, jostle the big herm's body a little, Calista's feet and knees digging up the moss behind her, with little effect on the tight grip the feline has on her, except to cause her claw to dig into the human's flesh a little. Finally as Calista's face moves almost close enough to kiss the lips of the sheath soon to envelope her, the leopardess speaks with soft lustful purring tones, her paws loosening a little, just long enough to slide along the human's body a bit further down in order to pull her more easily. "Maybe young boys will see your image on your porn vid, being processed just like your soldiers once were, struggling to escape..." )

Calista gasps in fright as her body pushes up at the moss in trying to find some escape, her arms even pushing at the underside of the wide forelimb to try and get it to release her as she feels the bite of blunt claws hooking her in until suddenly she's drawn to touch those pursed lips, her face right in front of them, a small dab forming a clear trail of gooey fluids that'll help lubricate her passage between her chin and the oddly powerful looking opening before her. "Y... you can't do this! We're not at war!", she exclaims in alarm as she hears the leopardess purring all but smugly at what's to come.

( "The war is over, but my genes continue to work..." the leopardess purrs smoothly, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction, "We were made to enjoy it, every sensation, every struggle and jerk... and we were made to be the most powerful of breeders afterward... I need this..."  The big paws give anther strong push, and Calista's face is forced against the wet, dew covered lips of the leopardess' flaccid sheath.  The gaping opening seems to resist for a long moment, then slowly, like a creeping worm, begins to slide wetly over Calista's hair and skin to envelope it.  The feline herm suddenly shudders with delight, a loud low moan muffled by the dense moss in the room... "Oh... Ohhhhh GOD!  It's been too long. I NEED this... Little human bitch... Feed me..." )

( The shove of her face against the literally pouting opening is enough to make for a soft smack of her cheeks pushing the damp flesh, followed by a simple alarmed scream; an attempt to summon help that won't come and just outright expressing her fear. "N..no.. no..stop! Let me go!", she cries out in trying to tug back, her shoulders rolling in a frantic buck of her body even as those sheathlips are drawn over her head, muffling her frantic cries and leaving her in a space already tensing up where she can only see about an inch in front of herself at dark, rippling flesh in a wet schrp. pre dripping out from either side of her face as its used to widen the rim in starting off her 'processing'. )

( The air inside the wrinkled sheath is dank and musky and filled with the scent of sex and feline cum.  Though her face and part of her head are now encased in lurid sexual flesh, Calista would still be able to hear the rough lustful purr of her captor and the teasingly sick words and taunting that the leopardess seems to delight in pouring on the young woman she has begun her people's most perverse and disgusting Prisoner of War treatment.  Still, those strong paws push and pull Calista's struggling body, her muffled scream half drowned by flesh as the stretching wrinkled furry sheath stretches further, fully enclosing her head in it's embrace, and nibbling and sliding down further to wet her neck, and then the tops of her shoulders as the once wrinkled maw opens further to accept it's struggling meal.  The leopardess speaks again, shifting her weight a little to better see the shape of Calista enter her sheath, "During the war, 40 men proceeded you, little meat." )

( Another cry follows, but even this one is rapidly more muffled as Calista's vision gets another glimpse of rippling flesh opening up before her, but then she's pushed too far in and her own head blocks out the light, leaving her trapped in darkness and at the mercy of her other senses, from the wet heated squish of flesh moving against her, to the thundering purr and smug voice of the feline towering over her intently. Her face compressed into the slick chute, nothing squeezing down on her yet as the leopardess fights the urge to tense or clench down simply to enjoy the struggles of the human. The twisting feline able to see her sheath bulging with the shape of Calista's head as it's lips start to squeeze over shoulders in a drawn out schrp, more playing with this captive then outright sending her to her demise since this isn't a warfield. )

( The Leopardess watches awkwardly, a handpaw teasing a hardened nipple as her forepaws push her prey harder against the wrinkled opening over her sheath as she reclines almost lazily on her side, tail flicking with soft thumps against the ground behind her as the intense sensations of finally, after several years, finally having something in her sheath again. Indeed, inside her sheath, Calista would feel a soft pull and rippling, almost as if the sheath itself had fine sheaths of muscles designed expressly to pull things into it... it suggested even more perverse thing it possibly could do at the feline's command. Surely this was a joke, could such a perverted thing even be possible?  But even still, the leopardess shudders in delight as the widening mouth of her sheath stretches over the human's shoulders, it's slick lips slowly crawling downward towards the upper curve of the woman's breasts.  )

Calista gasps rather frantically in feeling her arms being pressed down along their upper right and that rim of flesh starting to press the curve of her breasts together in working over their upper edge. "P..please.. stop..", she gasps almost unheard, only to give a more audible but still muffled scream as the flesh about her tenses in with a wet wave of motion, gooey surface squeezing to her face, better showing the definition of her face along the tensed sheath as the feline watches her captive. It's been so long! But here she has another human victim to make her own, to fill her full of virile seed that even now she's contemplating a target for!

( The big paws that hold Calista shift again, sliding along her body, one snagging the waistband of her pants with a claw as it moves downward, roughly pulling them down a little as it moves to cover her thighs.  Then, with another rough shove, both paws, so catlike in movement, like a cat playing with a mouse, push her body deeper into the hungry maw of the 'process master's' special processing unit. The wrinkled flesh slides lower, teasing over Calista's breast, getting caught briefly on her nipples before swallowing then entirely into it's warm wet tube-like embrace. The leopardess shudders at the sensation of her prey's nubile breasts being swallowed up, the vibration caused by her spasm of pleasure causing her sheath to tense and tighten briefly around her victim, "Oh GOD, it's been so long... you body is incredible... No man's body feels like this..."  )

Calista panting frantically as the flesh about her shifts slightly before squeezing down again, the human gives out another startled, muffled scream as the paws greedily yank back some of her pants in exposing her and then transfer her to forelimbs to shove forward! Her knees skitter along the floor, herb ack arching in trying to escape only to have her body crammed forward in a wet rush that leaves precum dribbling out from the surface of her waist as her breasts too bulge the underside of that plump sheath, leaving more of the human plastered in a near oven hot grasp of musky flesh surrounding her as the leopardess tries to avoid clenching to 'swallow'; this isn't a wartime situation where she needs to shove down an unwary enemy to their demise, but something she can enjoy!

( The Leopardess moans roughly at the feel of Calista's body half embedded in her sheath in that momentary clench of her sheath. Indeed, she could 'swallow' her prey, using the fine muscle layers in her usually deceptively flaccid sheath to rapidly pull her prey in and suck them down to her waiting, eager testicles for the true 'processing' part... She'd done so many times, the sight of one many sucked to his doom enough to convince others to talk before they too were 'processed.' That had been work, but this... this slow, measured consuming of an unwary victim, against the law s of the land as an act of pure pleasure was erotic, sexy, evil and perverse, and she was finding it to be far better and pleasureful than any other time she'd 'processed' anyone. She could hardly imagine what 'processing' would be like. Her rough purr deepens and she groans words that her victim would probably hear, "You feel so amazing little meat... You'll be the most potent I've ever made..." )

Calista is trapped gasping for breath inside the hot and heavy humid interior of the fleshy sheath moving about her, feeling the slight muscular movements as the feline keeps herself relaxed to feel Calista squirm, her body soaked and plastered by some of the pre collected up in here as it trickles over her in waves of muskiness and little movements from the leopardesss purring like thunder over her only help to nudge her further down toward her fate. The only thing keeping her from her doom being the leopardess enjoying her struggles, thus things are worse for her as the big cat already starts to deliberate how good she'll feel once processing!

( The feline uses her forepaws to make another shove of her prey's weakly struggling body, stripping her pants down even further.  This shove pushes the hapless human up to her waist into the obscene bulging sheath that lines the big taur's stomach. The leopardess giggles over her rough purr, her breath coming in pants as she shifts her weight a little, and her forepaws release the girl's legs, so the feline can get into a proper position to watch.  She won't be shoving any more, now intending to use her sheath entirely, the view of which always gave her a sort of thrill. Still, Calista, with her head approaching the felines ballsack, and her body so tightly outlined on that once flaccid sheath, the leopardess is forced into more lust filled giggles, "My, little meat, you looks so good... good enough to eat even... My balls are tingling for you..."  With that, she gently clenched her sheath its length inching up the human woman's body just a little with the series of muscle spasms that result. )

( Feeling the feline roll over further the human is perhaps tricked into believing she has some further chance of escape, even if her arms have been pushed into the small of her back by the sheath lips squeezed over her and even now her waistline bulges the damp lips into a fleshy 'O' that drips clear fluids from around the join. Unfortunately for her this angle is so the taur won't suck her up too quickly whilst .. demonstrating a few tricks. The feel of muscles rippling tight enough to drag her in a bit further and even squeezing some of the air from her chest causes her to gasp and kick her legs. The muscular contraction causing the sheath to ripple obscenely from the outside in working the wriggling bulge in it's surface further down! )

( The sudden eager kick of the two slender legs that emerge from the tight pink mouth that enclosed Calista's midsection causes the leopardess to shudder, her eyes locked on the two sexy limbs as they kick out desperately and smack against the feline's paws in the process. The big cat's tail flicks and thumps against the mossy ground as Calista's actions only serve to heighten the Leopardess's sense of excitement and arousal. Indeed, both handpaws are now held to her breasts, fondling them and pinching her nipples as she loosens her grip with her sheath to give Calista a glimmer of hope that maybe... maybe she could slide out again But then, a moment later, her sheath tenses, this time, not releasing again, those fine muscular contractions of her sheath which surround Calista, pulling and kneading at her as the bulging obscene girl shaped lump is pushed ever closer to the feline's gurgling, hungry balls. )

Calista's whole body wriggles and struggles, her elbows noticeably bulging out the flexing sheath as it goes loose again to allow the leopardess to enjoy her prey's struggles. Framing the human there inside the embrace of that heavy sheath as the feline strokes along her breasts and sprawls out over the mossy surface so relaxed as she works on the human. But then things squeeze again, sucking the human in with a vivid wet slurp! Almost all of her legs yanked up inside of that greedy sheath until just feet kick from the fleshy rim squeezing her ankles together whilst her face is shoved closer to the ominous gurgling and hotter surface. She can't see where she is, but the feline can sure see the bulge that marks the humans face squeezed down to the base of her sheath. This is it..

( The leopardess moan with feeling as the sordid and obscene sound of her sheath slurping her victim's legs fills the air.  Inside the sheath, the rumble of the feline's purr and the pulse of the thick cord-like blood vessels that line that ravenous tube of flesh, fill Calista's ears and senses. but soon, even as her feet are nibbled upon, there is a new sensation, one of heat and the strong scent of cum. The human's head, first to enter the leopardess' sheath will soon be the first of her to slide into what truly are the feline's 'processing units.' The leopardess herself watches, her breath now coming in short heaving gasps of arousal and excitement as Calista struggles what little she can, her form looking almost like the kitty has a humanshaped cock in her sheath, "Ohhh... I'll tell you what processing is now, little meat...You deserve to know... You're heading to my balls. They designed them just for humans like you. I can't wait to feel you in them... GOD!"  At that, Calista's head begins to enter its final home. )

( The human shudders helplessly as every pulse of the veined interior squeezes around her in a constant heartbeat filled with the satisfied, smug purr of a cat getting what it wants! She can even feel the pumping motions of the leopardess' aroused breathing rhythm as her face fills the base of that sheath and is squeezed onward. Not enough yet to bulge those heavy balls, but the feline knows it's coming and equally knows the human is being 'introduced' to the fleshy, dank opening squeezing about her head in starting to work her into the musky, sloshing interior waiting her, causing her to scream and kick her legs all the further! )

( The leopardess throws her head back and makes a long low screeching growl of delight and pure sexual pleasure, her whole body, beginning to twitch and shiver from the sudden and delightful sensations caused by the victim so tightly held in her ravenous sheath suddenly and physically realizing where she's going. Calista's scream vibrates inside her herm captor's swollen testicles, adding further pleasure to already intense sensations.  Inside those swollen spheres, gooey white liquid awaits its prey, both cum and digestive fluid at the same time. Even as her face enters, it is wetted with dollops of the thick salty stuff. Meanwhile, the feline's once controlled muscle contractions of her sheath now become erratic and messy, sucking and squeezing Calista's body roughly, as she begins lightly thrusting her hips, half-overwhelmed by the sensation of her plump balls finally after so many years being given a chance to do what they were engineered for once again.  )

( Gasping for breath the human screams as her head is the first to be squeezed through the tight entrance and into the waiting gooey rush, her cries cut off a moment as she's squeezed down by the burning hot walls and into the stirring cum, hearing it slosh about her as the feline in question bucks back in pleasure at fulfilling her role! How unfortunate then for Calista that, as the leopardess starts to lose control, each erratic squeeze of a sheath does what it was intended to do with such muscles, drag prey down to their demise. Each lurch comes with a half foot of human squeezed down until those balls jostle visibly with the weight of her upper body filling them out! )

( The leopardess 's eyes are half glazed over in lust and pleasure now, her hips thrusting upward roughly as handpaws squeeze her breasts and her tail flickers and whips about. as her eyes remain locked on her wriggling sheath, her tongue licks at her chops in an uncontrolled expression of the hunger she feels in the two slowly expanding vein-covered orbs that lay between her hind legs,  She shifts her weight between awkward spasms and shudders of what could only be described as Sheathgasm, opening her hind legs to allow her balls to settle more comfortably, then watches her tightly gripping sheath force the bulge of Calista's cute little head, then breasts all the way up to her hips, right into the cum-filled orbs that had been swelling all day just for that very moment. Her voice, wracked by harsh uneven purrs gasps out in the muffled feline scent filled air, "Now... now you'll be processed... Yes... processed... Oh... Please! Be my cum! BE MY CUM BITCH." )

Calista tries to scream, but she's buried amidst the cum sloshing and churning about her as lurches of the feline's body and powerful clenches from the sheath holding her shove her down into those waiting balls, soon the surface of her face shows again in a bulge along their underside! Her chest squeezed into the waiting space in a hot rush to her, only to follow with the rest of her body in a series of harsh squeezes that knock the breath out of her but do their job. Suddenly she's completely squeezed into the fleshy embrace of steaming hot cum filling around her, her body trying to kick out as she jostles the surface of the feline's balls now with the shape of her balled up form horribly visible in being caught.

( Cum surrounds Calista as she slips further into the liquid heat that fills the big leoperd hermaphrodite's balls. Did she know what was to happen next, the special genetic make-up of the taur's cum that helped it to 'process' victims? Or that the 'processing' in question was more like digestion, slowly and lividly transforming her body into more potent leopard sperm? Or, even worse yet, that the very process of digestion by the feline cum also gave the feline immense pleasure? Indeed, as her skin is coated by the cum that she is forced face-first into, the process has begun already, and as the rest of her body, is eagerly squirted into that hot waiting testicle, it begins in earnest, Calista's frantic  struggles to get free succeeding only in coating her from head to toe in the thick cloudy white liquid she'd fallen into. The leopardess gasps in soft growling cries, literally experiencing orgasm after orgasm as the rest of her prey is finally dumped into her 'processing units.' Now was time for Calista's processing. )

Calista's form lurches about inside that lewdly stretched sac, the fact she filled it so meaning not every bit of space is full of cum but unfortunately for her she can feel it being secreted in around her, ropes of gooey threads running from the fleshy walls to her body, soaking her more and more in the uncomfortable heat and constant churning motion as she tries to cry out for help. The leopardess already know she's doomed though and this is just a moment to be savoured as her body processes the human. Eventually she'll be cum. Extremely virile cum that has, on occasion, gone on to rape other humans for breeding and further humiliation.

( The leopardess' growling moans of pleasure fill the air as she watches her vein-covered, heavy swollen balls jostle with the movement of her human victim. Deep inside her sheath, her hidden cock begins to stir.  Designed by perverted scientists for the sole purpose of humiliating and consuming their enemies, the humans, her body, now begins the process of preparing for the next step of humiliation, her cock, once tiny, slowly starts to grow, filling the wrinkled sheath that only minutes earlier had slurped and devoured a helpless and innocent young woman to her doom. Its long, barbed length slowly swells and thickens until it fills her sheath and the sharp cherry-red head peeks out from its home. The leopardess shudders, her pleasure growing once more as her balls, the true POW processing chambers of the Cataur people, begin their work. Did Calista suspect her fate, could she feel the cum slowly eating away at her... surely the leopardess did, as Calista's digestion began a slow climb of pleasurable sensations! )

Calista feels herself being squeezed and assaulted from all sides by the musky walls jostling about her as she tries to struggle; veined flesh clearly slowing an elbow here, or the side of her leg there as she lurches from within the flesh surrounding her, but there isn't going to be any escape for her. The human panting as things churn so horribly loudly about her over the feline's growling purr, even now feeling the cum clinging to her skin in thick paste like quantities, ending up getting pockets of the rich, salty musk inside of her mouth and causing her to choke as she gives distracted, wet cries from inside those churning balls. Unable to see the satisfied look on the leopardess' face as her cock fills and the wickedly barbed tip starts to push free of the plump sheath, showing just how pleasurable the processing is to her!

( Even as Calista's struggles grow more frantic, the leopardess begins to use the very sheath that pulled the human woman to be 'processed' to rhythmically rub her own thick cock, the thin sheath of muscle squeezing and swallowing against it in a sick and sort of maturation. The leopardess watches Calista's form bulge the walls of her balls, first a hand here, then a foot, pushing out and causing her testicle to disform and bulge obscenely,. It was a view she hadn't seen in ages, and one that caused her to shudder once again, her newly emerged cock squirting a sudden jet of precum to splash messily on the moss nearby. The tauress shivers and with her handpaws still tweaking her nipples, shifts her weight and lays back against the soft moss to enjoy the incredible sensations coming from her balls, the thick leathery walls that hold Calista oozing more of the white goo that surrounds and coats her squirming, struggling body. )

( Inside the steaming hot 'trap' of the taur's balls the human pants and even wheezes as the musky, uncomfortably hot air fills her lungs, but it's hardly fatal, merely making her uncomfortable beneath the sloshing mass of oddly thick cum. Her struggles concentrating on her upper body for a moment as her hands press out to either side, trying to keep the wrinkled hot flesh away from her face as it plasters to her. The amount of seed now making the slosh audible to the outside world, as well as a soft suggestive gurgle, the process only increasing the feline's need to rutt, though at this moment in time it comes with writhing on the floor as a cock spills further forth and dribbles obscenely. )

( The leopardess moans in delight as she hears the soft gurgle of her balls beginning their digestive process and feels the little sparkles of pleasure of new sperm being made from her victim inside her big balls. Her big testicles were an obscene sight to behold, a thing that none had really seen since the war had ended.  Terribly swollen, their thinly furred surfaces are covered with large spidery dark blue veins that crawl and pulse over the big rounded spheres that lay and sort of sag down between the feline's hind legs.  But, having swollen so much to be ready to accept her prey, they now slowly begin to shrink a little, making Calista's struggles all the more visible on their tightly stretched surfaces, so much so that her hands could be seen as an outline bulging outward against vein and fur. The leopardess shifts again, curling her body inward on itself a little, so that her growing member is pushed up against her chest, and her forepaws now are almost in reach of her "processing" balls. )

As squashed up as she is, the elf can just about make out the faint suggestion of light from the other side of the fleshy interior, in this case making the criss-cross of pulsing veins about her awfully visible as she struggles frantically in feeling things becoming tighter and hotter with time. Her arms being forced down and her body balled up somewhat as the testicles themselves compress her in getting to work on their 'meal', leaving her form better defined beneath their clinging weight!" to you.

Even as Calista's body begins to break down, being digested and converted into what would probably become the most potent and powerful sperm the leopardess had ever produced, the digestive gurgle of the cruel fluid doing the work grows louder and wetter, almost like the sound of a stomach digesting a good meal... The leopardess's purr, so rough and uneven  is wracked by gasping pauses, punctuated by low feline moans and growls. Her cock, now, large enough to create the illusion that it had always been big and long in her diabolical sheath, begins to leak precum into her fur in earnest, matting it down with the sticky clear stuff, even as the feline curls her long body further in order to be able to reach her massive swollen balls with her forepaws. Her breathing comes in rough purring gasps as tentatively, one bog paw touches the hot bulging surface of a ball and presses against it. Then, a moment later, the other paw follows, the two of them slowly beginning a languid series of soft kneads.

In a page-pose to you, Calista tries to cry out again in panic, but even now she's too weak to barely get a breath as those compressing balls gurgle awfully in between sloshes of heavier seed picking up and churning about her. Her arms forced in front of her face now as they try and hold back the inevitable, causing her to tremble and jerk in desperate motions. Though her movements are weaker, they're still quite evident to feel as large forepaws caress the surface of swollen, human shaped balls in feeling how they work about her.

The leopardess' low growling moans and rough purring groans join the strong scent of sex that fills the air in the moss-covered cave chamber she lays in. Once, some years past during the war, that same chamber would have been filled with other like her, their moans a chorus of pleasure as they engage in similar debauched acts of sexual consumption. The leopardess' paws continue kneading her plump squishy balls, occasionally feeling the wriggling, struggling form inside them beneath their touch. Her hoarse voice cries out in a slight mocking tone as she feels Calista's panic and hears her muffled cries, "Oh Gods, you feel so good inside me... I can feel the cum coming from you. You fill me up so well little bitch." Inside her testicle, the true digestive process begins, starting to burn and melt the woman's hair, and bite into her skin, pieces of her literally sloughing off and melting into a thick, cloudy white substance that quickly gets lost in the gooey clumpy fluid that surround her.

Calista pages, "Inside the human screams again faintly in feeling skin starting to blister and slough off; she's being digested! Though in this case it's more 'processed' as the taur threatened, her arms jerking upwards in trying to flail against the burning hot flesh helping to cook her as the cum churning about starts to thicken into a more paste like texture, mostly as it grows thicker with parts of her body! "N..no... no...", comes a whimper cry or two, but it's weak and ill defined as the human feels herself being claimed, made into seed for the large purring leopardess beneath the layer of her writhing, churning balls." to you.

You page, "Even as the feline kneads her churning swollen balls, the fluid inside them gurgles loudly, bubbling up around the hot human woman who was now it's sweet succulent meal. The leopardess's cock jerks and spurts another heavy jet of precum, the cloudy stuff splashing against her chestfur and matting it further.  Her handpaws squeeze her breasts as her eyes remain tightly squeezed shut, her muzzle open to release and gulp at air in a haze of rough orgasmic gasps.  Her balls were doing what they were designed to do, the perverted scientists who engineered her having created them to consume humans whole and change them to more useful purposes. What better purpose was there than rich creamy leopard sperm for knocking up the few female POWs they captured? Inside those vein covered testicles, the cum that surrounded Calista continues it's 'processing' work as more of her skin is eaten into, now moving towards muscle. The leopardess shudders at the sudden sensation of muscle now being changed... THIS was where the best sensations and cum came from... "YEssss..." She hisses, "her forepaws beginning to kneed more desperately, "Oh gods... I can feel it... I'm filling with cum!"" to Calista.

In a page-pose to you, Calista's body starts to spasm as she loses controls of her muscles when the digestive seed starts to attack them, though at least the burning pain is over gradually with time as nerves are broken away, instead giving an alarmingly numbing sensation as the area around her churns and bubbles with her digested body. No other sound comes from her, though she can be felt to lurch and shove beneath those bulging masses even as the feline writhes along the floor with her in tow, balls filling to capacity, only making her more and more arroused to the point that she's dangerous to her own kind with no other means of release available to her!

You page, "The leopardess shivers with delight, her moans now collapsed into rough gasps for breasts, her handpaws gripping her breasts tightly as the forepaws kneed and push at her balls with irregular and frantic need, their forms easily felt and seen compressing the rounded sack of her testicles.  From the outside, Calista's final frantic struggles can easily be seen, and the leopardess herself can certainly feel them... in a way that only enhances her already intense delight and pleasure. Each jerk and push against the imprisoning walls of that swollen sack, felt intensely. Did the human still hear the big herm's shuddering gasps of pleasure. Did she realize how much joyful delight she was giving her captor after so many years of being banned from doing such cruel and evil things, as her muscles slowly dissolve, becoming more white goo inside those imprisoning balls? Soon there would be nothing left but bones, and then even those would dissolve away..." to Calista.