Ebony Isole lived in a large metropolitan city in 2014 on a planet known to its inhabitants, as Erte, more specifically; she lived in a hi-rise apartment, one of the few spacious accommodations, in the city of Landrom.
At a healthy six feet, the dark skinned, somewhat chubby woman should have drawn more than a few curious glances, especially since she lived in one of the more expensive areas and her dress sense showed far more flesh than it covered, a stark contrast to the business-suits of her peer’s. However for some reason Ebony blended into the background perfectly, and for reasons no one could explain, the only looks she attracted were ones of desire.

Ebony was a witch, not a practitioner of rituals and beliefs, but a fully-fledged weaver of magic. Spells were the reason for her looks, and high social status, she used them for just about anything she wanted or needed, and they allowed her to fulfil her deepest desires.

	She took the lift to her apartment and stormed inside in a fury, throwing herself onto the sofa and scowling into space. She had returned from a weeklong business venture to Henash yesterday, only to be bored for twelve more hours by a ‘superior’ at a formal dinner. One that didn’t even provide any real food, she though angrily. But the real cause of her anger was much more carnal, lust; she had spent a whole week reduced to masturbating on the toilet with only her fingers, oh how she longed for something more, something bigger. Reaching over, she picked up the phone and dialled her favourite fast food restaurant.

Half an hour later, she opened the door to a five foot eight smiling, very sweaty, red faced young woman in a delivery uniform, bright pink from the scruffy shirt, through the too-short miniskirt, right down to her neon pink trainers. Ebony held the door open and let the woman carry in the several dozen large boxes of steaming food and put them on the table in the living room. She turned and gasped in shock to see the tall black woman stood only inches from her. Ebony muttered a few words and gave the delivery girl a light push; she collapsed onto the sofa, instantly unconscious. The witch smiled and waved a hand in the direction of the door, which flew shut, locking with an audible *click*

Shivering in anticipation, she quickly stepped out of her jeans, and pulled off the sticky, warm underwear, revealing her already moist mound, lips parted slightly and tinged with red amidst the chocolate brown flesh. She sat on the sofa, positioning her eager lips in front of the unconscious woman’s feet. Without even bothering to remove her footwear, Ebony held her feet still and slid her rear across the sofa, guiding the trainer clad feet into her slick passage. Desperate for more, she half pulled the girl inside, half slid herself up the sofa, pushing herself down around the warm legs, groaning in delight at the stretching feeling she had missed for so long, the pleasure only enhanced by the rough rubbing of the trainers as she pushed deeper.

The pink skirt rode up as Ebony slid her hips into her ravenous tunnel, before following the girls waist inside, Reaching over,  struggling to get past her bulging stomach, she grabbed the delivery girls hands, and stuffed them in alongside her body, easily pushing them through the slippery outer flesh and up the rippled, sensitive passage beyond. The witch grunted and panted in primal lust, stuffing more and more of the unfortunate girl into her womb. As her engorged, drooling vulva squeezed past her shoulders, settling around her neck, Ebony found she couldn’t fit anymore; “Get in you bitch!” screaming with frustration, she rocked her hips, pushing at the sleeping girl’s head, clenching and relaxing, trying without success to get the last part into her massively distended belly. “Oh, fuck it” Finally, she gave up, leaning back, huffing with exhaustion, she decided to make the most of the situation. She snapped her fingers and, hearing a drowsy grumble from the girl, all but completely entombed in her womb; she picked up the first box of food, and flicked on the tv.

It didn’t take the delivery girl long to realise the impossible situation she was in, and she began to scream and struggle. Already stretched to its limit, Ebony’s nethers allowed barely any stretching, and the clenching labia around her neck, just beneath her chin, kept her pinned deeply in place, so all she could do was squirm around inside the hot, wet passage, trying to cause the strange woman as much discomfort as possible “Let me go! I’ll call the police you psycho!” she screamed defiantly. Ebony completely ignored the thrashing girl, moaning lightly as she ate with one hand, and idly flicked through the Tv channels with the other.

After almost two hours of constant struggles, screams and threats, Ebony finally finished eating. She tossed the empty boxes to one side, and reached around her massive bulging belly to rub at her swollen pussy, the delivery girl had sunk maybe an inch deeper, until the voracious lips were twitching around her mouth and ears. Lubricating vaginal juices were smeared all over her face, matting her hair, inside the witch’s womb, her skirt and trainers were soaked beyond repair. Ebony’s groans and grunts began to grow louder, more enthusiastic, and the delivery girl felt the muscular passage constrict more frequently around her body. Her hips began to buck, lifting off the sofa a few centimetres each time, oozing more fluids over the delivery girls head, again and again as Ebony neared orgasm. As the bucking and clenching grew stronger, her thick lips began to creep, millimetre at a time, further up her victim’s head, finally reducing her screams and threats to muffled vibrations. With one last thrust into the air, her lips wetly squeezed closed behind the delivery girls head, leaving just a few strands of matted hair as Ebony screamed to the sky in climax, her body convulsing and bucking as her twitching sex tried to force the girl even deeper, the strands of hair slowly slipping out of sight as she was balled up into Ebony’s womb.

Collapsing onto the sofa, sweating and gasping happily, “God I missed doing this” she sighed, rubbing and slapping her swollen mound, feeling the last stands of hair slip between her fingers as she reclined in the afterglow and rippling microgasms. The delivery girl’s muffled voice could still be heard faintly, screaming from deep inside Ebony’s sex, although the constricting confines meant she could barely move anymore, especially when the cervix squeezed tightly closed behind her. Climbing to her feet very carefully, with lots of grunts and huffing, Ebony waddled into her bedroom, the added weight causing her to stagger.

As usual, she lit the candles and opened the dusty book, intending on following her usual course of action, a potent spell to make her womb absorb her plaything. Unbeknownst to Ebony, magic was all but gone in the world of Erte, the sorcerer’s, warlocks and spell weavers of old had lived in a time when the air hummed with magic, giving them the power to flatten mountains and split the very earth, summon demons and bend the fabric of reality. With such little magic left, Ebony’s activities were more dangerous than parachuting into a volcano; with each spell she cast she risked more than just her life in an unknown gamble of luck. And her luck had just run out.

She knelt in the middle of the circle, surrounded by candles, her distended belly resting on her legs, still squirming as the girl desperately fought with the slowly diminishing air supply. With the book lain in front of her, Ebony’s hands moved in intrinsic patterns, her fingertips leaving faint traces of purple electricity hanging in the air, forming arcane symbols. She chanted a song, an song of power, so  ancient the words were beyond comprehension, blended into a deep thrum of sound. The familiar glorp, and pleasant tingle in her nethers was a sign the spell was almost done, and Ebony afforded herself a smile of satisfaction. Before exploding in a colossal ball of purple fire that tore through the apartment, ripping up through the ceiling and hurtling into the sky.
When the fire crew arrived, the strange fire had burned out, leaving the floor charred and blackened; in one of the bedrooms they found a woman, huddled into a ball in a circle of miraculously un-burnt floor, dripping in a thick, sticky substance that covered every inch of her body, soaking her clothes and filling her shoes, a substance the labs would later determine conclusively as vaginal fluid.

Ebony’s body disintegrated, obliterated by magic she scarcely understood, and never truly controlled. Her mind was torn into pieces and flung out across the multiverse; each piece would eventually settle in another body, tinting that person with odd behaviour’s and skills. The largest splinter of her mind hurtled through time and space, tearing through dimensions and shattering weaker universe’s, until finally coming to a stop in a strange world, a world still latent with magic, where an ancient civilization had toyed with genetics, creating humanoid animals with evolving intelligence. By the time the fragment of Ebony’s mind arrived, the anthropized animals had spread far and wide, but were still nothing more than oddly shaped animals.

The witch’s mind, no longer truly conscious, and little more than magic fuelled desire’s, finally settled in a female panther cub.
Soline, was born.

The magic took hold almost immediately, within a week the newborn was walking around and bothering her mother. By age two, she was already four feet tall and at three and a half, she swallowed a live bird whole. The panther was far more human than any of her siblings or parents, who were little more than bipedal panthers. The magic tainted girl had human hands and feet, and soon grew fully developed breasts.

It soon became evident she was far smarter than a common anthro, she prowled close to human settlements, and quickly learned to speak their language. She preferred to swallow her food whole, preferably when it was alive, and watching a fox shaped bulge squirm in their daughter’s belly disturbed her parent’s greatly. Although, unbeknownst to them, the magic truly came into its own at age seventeen; at seven feet tall, and rippling with athletically toned muscles –that seeming required no effort to maintain –, she was still a teenager, and still very clumsy, often knocking things over or sending her five foot parents flying with a careless stumble. While wandering in the woods she tripped over an invisible rock. Stumbling and twirling in the air, she ended up falling flat onto her bum on the soft forest floor. Well, flat onto a meerkat that happened to be standing up, looking around at the time. The panther gave a yowl of surprise as her anus spread, easily sliding down around the thin rodent. She quickly rocked onto her knees and reached back, feeling only it’s feet sticking out; all thoughts of removing it vanished as the meerkat began to struggle, accidentally working itself deeper into her bowels. Smiling, she gave it a little help, pushing its feet inside, before standing up and walking somewhere more private to enjoy this unexpected treat, her original reason for going out – to empty her bowels of its normal contents – completely forgotten.

She eventually reached the age of nineteen, and stopped growing at a little under nine feet; her breasts were far larger than any human’s, even one as large as her. Her body held barely any fat, and abdominal muscles rippled faintly behind the silken, dark brown fur. Piercing blue, human eye’s hinted at her intelligence, while her toned legs and arm’s gave her the look of a professional athlete, although she never really worked out. Her diet consisted mainly of living animals, including humans – the nearby settlements had learned to fear her, calling her a Silenus – and many of them found their trip to her stomach lengthened by a tour of her rectum first. She also used others, including her siblings, as makeshift dildos, as soon as she discovered her sex could stretch as easily as her mouth.
That was eight hundred and seven years ago.

Her parents died when she was thirty seven, although her body still looked eighteen. Shortly after their death she left the cave of her birth and became a wanderer. Fulfilling her desire’s wherever she went.  In her second century of life, and still looking younger than twenty, the panther discovered the human’s ritual behaviour, curiosity peaked she imitated them, practicing things the humans referred to a ‘meditation’ and ‘magik’. During meditation, she had bizarre dreams, voices and images, the likes of which she had never seen or heard flitted through her mind. Eventually, she took up a name; Soline.

Quickly growing bored with the silly rituals, she returned to her preferred life of roaming and eating, and pleasuring herself; walking through land and time, around her, the anthropic genus evolved, becoming more intelligent, more humanoid, eventually interacting with the humans. She took part in the Human-Anthro war, but as a rouge agent, devouring hundreds on both sides. Relishing in the chaos the war brought allowing her to walk where she pleased, and consume others with wild abandon. When the Anthro’s won, supressing the humans into little more than labour slaves – pleasure slaves for some, Soline particularly loved to listen to the human’s tales of nights spent forced into the company of anthros, particularly the larger ones, that liked to use more than just the human’s genitals.

Over the centuries, Soline became something of a legend, a wandering spectre, un-aging, a being of worrying intellect, who spoke all languages and whose presence signalled a spate of disappearances. She was instrumental in the Great Rebellion, devouring many of the anthro-kings herself and allowing the humans to push back, attaining something close to equality with their animal co-existers. She experimented on herself, and others, eventually discovering her abilities were not entirely unique, and many anthro’s, and a few humans, possessed similar skills, although far weaker, and not fully developed yet. A direwolf could swallow a mouse here; bear could use a fox as a tampon there. But no one ever came close to Soline’s capacity…or hunger.

She wandered the world, in her fourth century her meddling and experiments accidentally caused the first ‘taur’. And in later life it became point of vivid amusement to the great pantheress to see her mistake spread so virulently across the planet. Across two centuries of life she trekked over the tallest peaks, into the deepest caves, through the coldest blizzards and wettest marshes discovering, and sometimes awakening long forgotten species. Some, like the basilisk, created by the same ancients who started the anthropic evolutionary chain, others, like the dragons, simply ancient beings, sleeping beneath the earth, until Soline woke them. Many listened to her, before going in search of civilisation, and slowly breeding into common culture – and more than a few vanished into the panther’s voracious stomach, after all, she wasn’t on a mission of discovery, she was simply looking for food and toys – while some, like the Yeti’ of the Cretanik Peaks, simply returned to sleep when she left.

At six hundred and sixty six years old, a human ‘king’s army captured her –a colossal feat in itself – and the king imprisoned her in a castle to be his consort.  It was here that the most frightening part of Soline showed itself, whether as a direct result of Ebony’s melding, or perhaps unleashed by her experimentation with Magik all those centuries ago. Her anger manifested into a physical change, her eyes blackened, becoming two voids, empty and yet somehow filled with rage, her body seemed to radiate malevolence and the air around her physically darkened, as though her body was sucking in all light. She didn’t grow, but her body seemed to become, more ‘solid’ more ‘there’ than anything else.  Her very presence caused the stone blocks of her cell to crack and splinter.  She walked up, and tore apart the solid iron bars as though they were paper.  Grabbing the nearest guard, she lifted him effortlessly into the air, and tore him in half, before swallowing the bloody halves, armour included. The second guard went down her throat whole, and managed to hold onto his sword as he vanished down her gullet to join the shredded remains of his companion. She turned to the final guard, who stared in horror as her bulging belly tensed and clenched, forcing a muffled scream from the second guard as it compacted, crushing both humans as her belly returned to a flat shape, no evidence of the two people presumably still held within.
The guard gave a childish scream and fled, rousing the army from its slumber. For an hour the transformed, ‘Dark-Soline’ tore through the army, ripping many to shreds, swallowing them all, in pieces and alive. Smashing through solid stone walls, tearing down gates designed to withstand explosions and battering rams. Finally, she stormed into the throne room to find a terrified king, huddled back into his throne, shaking with fear having listened to the screams and battling of the past hour. “P-please, S-soline. I-I-I L-love yo-you, I-I w-was g-g-going to give y-you e-everyt-thing y-you wan-ted” Tears ran down the mighty ruler’s face as she stepped closer, her belly distended, filled with hundreds of soldiers, none still alive. “You locked me in a cage Cailen” her voice was altered, sounding as though three people spoke together, slightly out of sync, it trailed off, continuing almost as a whisper even when her lips were closed. Without giving him time to answer, Soline picked him up, flicking off his crown and opened her mouth, blood dripped from her fangs, and the smell of iron and death wafted from inside. She gripped his waist and rammed him forwards, pushing his head into her throat and quickly swallowing him, smearing him in a mixture of human blood and feline saliva. His begs turned to screams as she swallowed him, depositing him into her belly, into the soft pile of crushed and shredded humans, mixed with chunks of armour. This time she didn’t clench, instead leaving him to squirm and thrash through the mire of his former soldiers, screaming desperately to be saved, promising her anything she desired.

Several hours later Soline woke up, slouched in the throne, the jewel encrusted crown hanging lopsidedly on her head, loosely hooked onto one ear. She sniffed, wrinkling her nose slightly at the potent scent of blood. She glanced down at herself, bemused to see her body still dripping in blood, her belly now a round sphere, with heavily pregnant appearance. “What the-?” She stood, and padded through the bloodied corridors, noticing the thick cracks running along the floor and walls, and the lower of the ceilings. Blood was splattered ‘everywhere’ and Soline couldn’t find a single body, of the four hundred and thirteen soldiers that had captured her, not a single on was to be found. Eventually she reached her cell and gasped, seeing the massive door torn in two, chunks of the ceiling fallen to the floor. She had no memory of last night, but was certain of what had transpired. “Oh well…I guess I showed him “Patting her belly nonchalantly she walked from the castle to find a river to clean herself, and to relive herself.
Whenever Soline grew too angry, she became her darker self, never remembering what happened, or even what she looked like. She loved and hated those experiences, hating the idea of eating torn apart meat, and loathing to lose control so badly, but loving the stuffed feeling when she awoke too much to investigate of try to stop her ‘episodes’.

Over time, Soline earned, or took, money, eventually purchasing a colossal mansion. Over the following decades, a thriving city built up around her home, and she began to refer to it as a ‘family heirloom’. The ability to ‘vore’ as people began to call it became a little more common, and developed a fetish following, and the great feline allowed herself to simply become one of them, albeit one with talents far exceeding all bar a select few. And telling only the few people she thought of as true friends her real story, her eight hundred and twenty six years of life, despite never looking a day over twenty eight.