Colorized version at
http://ghost.xzibition.com/~tdaystar/RP-TabathaCat-Ratnard-2.html
HOUSE JOB GONE BAD
This is the role play where Ratnard sneaks into Tabatha Cat's house
only to find that she was waiting for him all along. On Feb 18,2009
Players:
* Pred1: [1]Tabatha_Cat - A female cat-like anthro-cat
* Prey1: [2]Ratnard - A slightly anthro rat
_________________________________________________________________
21:09:05 Tabatha_Cat: It was dark, the moon softly lighting the
countryside, and everything was quiet. The little cottage with the
garden out in front would be easy to find, should one discover the
dirt path leading to it. Obviously lived in the garden was well
tended, the house clean. Surprisingly, despite the clean appearance,
there was a hole in the foundation vermin might easily enter in. The
hole would lead straight into the kitchen, where the careless house
owner had left a block fragrant cheese out on a table. . . . Perhaps a
suspicious sight, as the house was otherwise neat and well cared for.
21:13:48 :Ratnard walks around the house and finds a small opening
near the foundation. He knows that inside there maybe food, there
maybe even something worth steeling. He enters the hole. He looks out
from the hole and into the kitchen. Being A cautious sort of rat he
sniffs carefully before leaving the hole. He can smell cheese and a
bit of a feline oder. The cheese smell is fresh but the oder of the
feline is old, so at least for now the path is clear. Ratnard Runs
from the hole to the table and climbs up the leg. He is now on top of
the table.
21:18:04 Tabatha_Cat: Mmmmmmmph. the grey feline would rub her eyes
and blink, as a light on the wall flashed silently. She shakes her
head, pushing the sleepiness away, and yawns, getting up on two legs.
Wearing pajamas, she'd stretch, her form lean and lithe, the cat had
the body of a huntress. She'd sneak over to the door, opening it
silently, and prowl downstairs to the living room on all fours and
from their to the kitchen. Perhaps she'd be lucky and catch an early
breakfast!
21:25:58 Ratnard: After getting up on the table Ratnard decides to
indulge in some of the cheese. There may be things worth steeling in
the house, but Ratnard prefers not to do a "job" on an empty stomach.
As he is eating the cheese he hears the door creaking as the cat looks
in. He immediately jumps off the table and starts running towards the
hole.
21:29:37 Tabatha_Cat: Tabatha would hear the mouse hitting the floor
before she saw him. Instinctively, she'd bend her knees, kick and leap
across the room, to the hole, cutting off that avenue of escape. She'd
turn fluidly, golden eyes and white cat fangs glowing in the moonlight
through the window. "Why hello, rat!" she'd purr, ready to give
chase!.
21:38:15 :Ratnard hears the cat's words, but he is more worried about
getting away than striking up a conversation. As he is running towards
the hole, he sees the cat block it. He then does a 180 and starts
running the opposite direction. He sees a second doorway but beyond
that, there is only darkness. He doesn't know what lies in that
direction, but it is most likely better than a hungry cat in the room
he is in. He leaves the kitchen for the unknown room.
21:45:15 Tabatha_Cat: *Mreeeeeeoooowwwweerrrrr!* Tabatha gives a
particularly blood-curdling feline growl: one of the skills of hunting
is frightening and disorienting one's prey. And then she's off on all
fours, a wild grin on her face. She'd not in a hurry, and takes a
moment to kick the kitchen door shut behind her, shutting off that
avenue of escape. Ratnard would run across a plush carpet, the fibers
coming up to his knees. The cat's house was not a good place for a
hunted rodent; there weren't any good hiding places. Under the couch
was a possibility, but there was room underneath for a cat to crawl
under so that wouldn't work for long. Up the stairs was a possibility,
but he'd have no cover, and who knew what was up there? "I'm sorry I
interrupted your dinner," the cat continued. "I'll be sure you get a
bit more before I have mine!"
21:55:19 Ratnard: Being a hunted Rat is something Ratnard was use to.
He has lived through encounters like this before. He knows the best
way to survive a "house job" gone bad is to keep his wits and look for
any means of escape. The thick carpet slows his progress. As soon as
his eyes adjust to the darkness he finds something that will help him.
Not a means of escape, but something that will at least give him a
respite, the couch. He doesn't run under it, but instead jumps on top
of it and buries himself in the cushions.
22:01:34 Tabatha_Cat: Ratnard might have broken into many houses
before, but how many houses have a pathological rat-loving kitty
living inside them? Tabatha had designed her house for catching rats;
aside from the one hole to let them in, there were no other exits.
Even any openable windows were covered by tough screens. Still the cat
loved her overstuffed couch, and the fat cushions would give the rat
at least a brief respite, as Tabatha would slow to a halt, and pull
away the cushions one at a time, forcing the rat to go from one to
another until the last was pulled away. *Mreower!*
22:08:21 Ratnard: It maybe the cat's favorite couch but to Ratnard it
is just a hiding place. As he finds the cushions being removed one at
a time, he decides to go deeper. After all, it's better for Ratnard to
be swallowed up by a couch than a cat. He finds himself in the back of
the couch when he decides to rip a hole on the fabric with his teeth.
He crawls through the hole kicking out a bit of stuffing as he goes.
22:11:42 Tabatha_Cat: *MREOWER!!!* Angry at the sight of the rat's
tail and feet disappearing into her couch and hearing the sound of
torn cloth,, Tabatha would shover her fist down, pushing her fist
through the hole, attempting to catch that tail before he got through!
She might end the hunt right there, or she might be delayed should he
get through, with her paw stuck in her own couch.
22:19:40 :Ratnard is Surrounded on all sided with fluff. He feels the
cat seizing into the hole. He then says, "Dammit, I'm not going to let
you get me!" On the next pass, the cat's hand gets too close to
Ratnard's mouth and Ratnard gives it a bite.
22:22:33 Tabatha_Cat: Ohhh, that was a mistake! Tabatha wasn't some
fastidious human house maid who'd eek or retreat just because she
caught a scratch. As Ratnard's fang sink into Tabatha's flesh, her
finger's would contract grabbing for the rat and squeezing hard! Yes
she'd have a nasty bite, but in the feline's mind, it was a small
price to pay for a good meal!
22:31:43 Ratnard: It seems that the bite that was suppose to cause the
cat to pull her hand out, did not work. Instead Ratnard feels the
tight grasp of the cat. As the air is squeezed out of his lungs he
gives out a bloodcurdling squeak. The squeezing is so great that it
gives him a headache.
22:36:13 Tabatha_Cat: The catgirl licks her lips, the horrid screech
like the sound of a dinner bell to her ears! She'd pull the verminous
rodent out, squeezing him hard, then relaxing her grip, only to snag
his tail. Her own blood trickling down her wrist, she took the rodent
and swung him around, slamming him against the cushions; certainly not
enough to kill him, but seeking to knock him silly. "I'm a bit annoyed
with you. . . not for my paw or my cheese, but that's my favorite
couch!" She'd lift him high into the air by his tail,and he'd look
down to see the wicked face of the predatoress, teeth bared, golden
eyes reflecting the moonlight in the darkness staring up to him.
"Still, you're going to make it up to me," she'd growl, and her face
would come closer as he was lowered down.
22:43:23 Ratnard: As Ratnard is being swung by the tail the whole
world is just a blur to him, then a moment later he sees stars as he
collides against the couch. After that, it takes a moment for Ratnard
to make sence of the world again, but when he does, he does not like
what he sees. He sees an maw surrounded with mean looking teeth. He
then says, "I think it matches, a rat chewed couch for a flee chewed
cat!".
22:53:39 Tabatha_Cat: The cat would actually laugh at that, her sharp
teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Well you're spirited, I'll. give you
that!" She'd grin up at the rodent. "Though you'd have been more
accurate to say a rat chewed couch for rat chewed cat!" She'd chuckle
darkly, her blood staining the fur of her paw. "But I can't blame you.
And besides, you're very flesh will be taken apart to feed and nourish
me, and to heal the flesh you tore." And with that, she'd swing him
around, slamming him hard into the couch once more. When he next came
to, he'd be in a hot wet place, the feline's purrs of pleasure
blasting into his ears, her rough tongue pulling at his belly, sliding
his body towards the back of the slippery mouth, the experienced rat
catcher trapping his head in her jaws, his chin propped up against her
tongue, not allowing him to bite as she pulled him towards her throat.
23:01:37 Ratnard: Once again the the whole world is turned into a
blur. This time when he strikes the couch, he is more "out of it" than
the first. When he comes to, he can't see much at all. He can smell
the spit and hot breath of a cat and he can feel his fur matted with
saliva. Ratnard has found himself in jams before, but he has never
found himself in this one before. There is nothing for him to bite so
he starts kicking with his hind legs. He does not know if his kicks
will be able to connect with anything, but he at least gives it a try.
23:10:12 Tabatha_Cat: A pair of cat's fingers gripping his tail
outside, a loud purr would blast into Ratnard's ears he struggled and
kicked with his remaining strength. The hungry feline took a dark
pleasure in feeling the rat struggle so hard for his life as she
forcibly took his body to feed her own. Her eyes half closed and a
wicked smile on her face, the rat's tail and hind legs still visible
sticking outside her lips, she'd let go of his tail, slurp up the
tasty slippery wriggling rodent and. . . *GULP!* Her throat would
bulge, and Ratnard's head and chest would be crushed, as he would be
violently sucked down and grasped by slick wet pulsing muscle. All
sounds would become muffled and distant, save for an insistent *lub
dub. . .ub dub. . . lub dub. ...lub dub* pounding into his ears, while
the cat's sandpaper rough tongue would scrape over his hindquarters,
legs and tail, the cat savoring the tasty rodent before finishing him
completely.
23:20:09 Ratnard: As Ratnard kicks his feet he feels his tail being
pulled. At this point Ratnard knows that he must not be too far into
the cat. "There must be a way out of this situation", he thinks to
himself. Next he feels the rough tongue passing his bully and then his
genitalia, however this gives him no pleasure. All around Ratnard
would feel the walls surrounding him tighten. There is nothing for
Ratnard to get a grip on. He just feels a relentless pull pulling him
in deeper. As time passes the musty smell of breath and spit would
become a more acrid smell of digestive juices.
23:27:57 Tabatha_Cat: Her throat bulging with the head and chest of
the unlucky rat, the cat would take her time licking over the tasty
haunches and tail, delighted to feel them kick and squirm in her
mouth, proving her prey was still alive. But as pleasant as it is, she
can't stand there with a rat half way down her throat forever; if
nothing else she needs to breathe! And so she'd tilt her head back,
and then her jaws would snatch and her head would jerk violently:
*Gulp!*. . .*Gulp!* . . . *Gulp!*. . . *meow!* And Ratnard would feel
the tight valve of the cat's throat pinching and sliding down his
butt, his legs, and his tail. His whole body wrapped up tight by
pulsing wet suffocating muscle, he'd feel himself being pulled swiftly
downwards, the sounds and smells of a hungry empty stomach coming
closer and closer. Tabatha for her part would sit with her eyes shut,
licking her lips to enjoy the after taste of the rat, relishing the
sensation of the dying rat inside her sliding all the way down to her
hungry belly.
23:32:43 Ratnard: Before the rat slides too deep inside the cat, he
gets with great difficulty a lung full of air. However this effort is
in vain, because as soon as he does, the walls around him close in
forcing him to give the air that he worked so hard to get.
23:41:14 Tabatha_Cat: Any air the rat might breath would be a short
reprieve, for soon he'd feel his slippery saliva soaked body crushed
by the rippling muscles of Tabatha's gut against a tight sphincter.
The relentless muscles would mash him, forcing him through the tight
sphincter into a roiling churning hell! His body would fall into a
pool of foul liquids that would make his skin tingle and burn, and
cause his fur to slough off in patches. The stomach walls would crush
his belly and pull at his arms, legs, tail and head, working to take
apart the meat when the acids did their work. More foul liquids would
fall over him, some leaking into his jaws, causing him to burn from
the inside as well as without. The only blessing in this living hell
was his agony was at least likely to be short. Meanwhile, a smile on
her face, Tabatha would purr, feeling the fresh meat slide into her
belly, putting an end to her hunger. Any last struggles of the doomed
rodent would serve only to intensify the satiated cat's pleasure. As
Ratnard digested, the cat would rise, walking to the bathroom to put
disinfectant on her nasty cut and bandage up her paw. She'd still be
smiling, the tasty rat having been worth the minor wound.
23:52:35 Ratnard: As Ratnard is forced through the tight opening he
kicks his legs as hard as he can. It has been a while sence Ratnard
has had a good breath and his lungs are starting to crave sweet air.
The burning from his lungs is matched by the burning from the outside.
Ratnard's survive instinct is failing him. He has never before in his
life not thought of not surviving. Untell now, actually dying had not
crossed his mind. The intense pain causes Ratnard to start to loose
consciousness As he starts to passout, he feels a sort of release.
Because of the pain relief, Ratnard does not fight the feeling.
Ratnard is only barely aware of what is happening. In his respite from
reality Ratnard starts to think of fighting on, but he wants to relish
in the relief of detachment, he decides to wait a minute before trying
again. However once that minute is over, remembering the pain, he
decides to stay detached a little longer. this happens a few times,
but as time passes his mind slips farther and farther away. Finally
his heart stops and he Ratnard dies.
23:58:02 Tabatha_Cat: Ratnard's final release would be a blessing; he
surely wouldn't want to be fully aware of the horrible things
happening to him, as the acids the stomach walls do their work. His
fur is stripped from his body, and soon the acids burn his skin. His
limbs are crushed, his tail tail ripped away to fall apart, and the
acids burn him from the inside and the out. It was the beginning of a
long process, that would seem him broken to liquid meat to nourish the
sated cat, only indigestible fur and bones remaining. Tabatha for her
part felt the rat relax inside her. As much as she'd relished his
struggles, he'd been a good meal and certainly deserved his release.
Tomorrow she'd get a needle and thread to fix the damage to the couch.
As she'd said, Ratnard's own flesh would be utilized to heal the
damage to her paw. But for now, her stomach gurgling, it was time for
the cat to go to bed, enjoying the sensation of being pleasantly full,
the aftertaste of rat still on her tongue.
_________________________________________________________________
This is a cleaned up version of the role play. To see it in it's
original form view "Motel" on 2009-02-18 from 21:09 to 23:59 with the
following characters. Tabatha_Cat, Ratnard
http://ghost.xzibition.com/~tdaystar/RP-TabathaCat-Ratnard-2.html
HOUSE JOB GONE BAD
This is the role play where Ratnard sneaks into Tabatha Cat's house
only to find that she was waiting for him all along. On Feb 18,2009
Players:
* Pred1: [1]Tabatha_Cat - A female cat-like anthro-cat
* Prey1: [2]Ratnard - A slightly anthro rat
_________________________________________________________________
21:09:05 Tabatha_Cat: It was dark, the moon softly lighting the
countryside, and everything was quiet. The little cottage with the
garden out in front would be easy to find, should one discover the
dirt path leading to it. Obviously lived in the garden was well
tended, the house clean. Surprisingly, despite the clean appearance,
there was a hole in the foundation vermin might easily enter in. The
hole would lead straight into the kitchen, where the careless house
owner had left a block fragrant cheese out on a table. . . . Perhaps a
suspicious sight, as the house was otherwise neat and well cared for.
21:13:48 :Ratnard walks around the house and finds a small opening
near the foundation. He knows that inside there maybe food, there
maybe even something worth steeling. He enters the hole. He looks out
from the hole and into the kitchen. Being A cautious sort of rat he
sniffs carefully before leaving the hole. He can smell cheese and a
bit of a feline oder. The cheese smell is fresh but the oder of the
feline is old, so at least for now the path is clear. Ratnard Runs
from the hole to the table and climbs up the leg. He is now on top of
the table.
21:18:04 Tabatha_Cat: Mmmmmmmph. the grey feline would rub her eyes
and blink, as a light on the wall flashed silently. She shakes her
head, pushing the sleepiness away, and yawns, getting up on two legs.
Wearing pajamas, she'd stretch, her form lean and lithe, the cat had
the body of a huntress. She'd sneak over to the door, opening it
silently, and prowl downstairs to the living room on all fours and
from their to the kitchen. Perhaps she'd be lucky and catch an early
breakfast!
21:25:58 Ratnard: After getting up on the table Ratnard decides to
indulge in some of the cheese. There may be things worth steeling in
the house, but Ratnard prefers not to do a "job" on an empty stomach.
As he is eating the cheese he hears the door creaking as the cat looks
in. He immediately jumps off the table and starts running towards the
hole.
21:29:37 Tabatha_Cat: Tabatha would hear the mouse hitting the floor
before she saw him. Instinctively, she'd bend her knees, kick and leap
across the room, to the hole, cutting off that avenue of escape. She'd
turn fluidly, golden eyes and white cat fangs glowing in the moonlight
through the window. "Why hello, rat!" she'd purr, ready to give
chase!.
21:38:15 :Ratnard hears the cat's words, but he is more worried about
getting away than striking up a conversation. As he is running towards
the hole, he sees the cat block it. He then does a 180 and starts
running the opposite direction. He sees a second doorway but beyond
that, there is only darkness. He doesn't know what lies in that
direction, but it is most likely better than a hungry cat in the room
he is in. He leaves the kitchen for the unknown room.
21:45:15 Tabatha_Cat: *Mreeeeeeoooowwwweerrrrr!* Tabatha gives a
particularly blood-curdling feline growl: one of the skills of hunting
is frightening and disorienting one's prey. And then she's off on all
fours, a wild grin on her face. She'd not in a hurry, and takes a
moment to kick the kitchen door shut behind her, shutting off that
avenue of escape. Ratnard would run across a plush carpet, the fibers
coming up to his knees. The cat's house was not a good place for a
hunted rodent; there weren't any good hiding places. Under the couch
was a possibility, but there was room underneath for a cat to crawl
under so that wouldn't work for long. Up the stairs was a possibility,
but he'd have no cover, and who knew what was up there? "I'm sorry I
interrupted your dinner," the cat continued. "I'll be sure you get a
bit more before I have mine!"
21:55:19 Ratnard: Being a hunted Rat is something Ratnard was use to.
He has lived through encounters like this before. He knows the best
way to survive a "house job" gone bad is to keep his wits and look for
any means of escape. The thick carpet slows his progress. As soon as
his eyes adjust to the darkness he finds something that will help him.
Not a means of escape, but something that will at least give him a
respite, the couch. He doesn't run under it, but instead jumps on top
of it and buries himself in the cushions.
22:01:34 Tabatha_Cat: Ratnard might have broken into many houses
before, but how many houses have a pathological rat-loving kitty
living inside them? Tabatha had designed her house for catching rats;
aside from the one hole to let them in, there were no other exits.
Even any openable windows were covered by tough screens. Still the cat
loved her overstuffed couch, and the fat cushions would give the rat
at least a brief respite, as Tabatha would slow to a halt, and pull
away the cushions one at a time, forcing the rat to go from one to
another until the last was pulled away. *Mreower!*
22:08:21 Ratnard: It maybe the cat's favorite couch but to Ratnard it
is just a hiding place. As he finds the cushions being removed one at
a time, he decides to go deeper. After all, it's better for Ratnard to
be swallowed up by a couch than a cat. He finds himself in the back of
the couch when he decides to rip a hole on the fabric with his teeth.
He crawls through the hole kicking out a bit of stuffing as he goes.
22:11:42 Tabatha_Cat: *MREOWER!!!* Angry at the sight of the rat's
tail and feet disappearing into her couch and hearing the sound of
torn cloth,, Tabatha would shover her fist down, pushing her fist
through the hole, attempting to catch that tail before he got through!
She might end the hunt right there, or she might be delayed should he
get through, with her paw stuck in her own couch.
22:19:40 :Ratnard is Surrounded on all sided with fluff. He feels the
cat seizing into the hole. He then says, "Dammit, I'm not going to let
you get me!" On the next pass, the cat's hand gets too close to
Ratnard's mouth and Ratnard gives it a bite.
22:22:33 Tabatha_Cat: Ohhh, that was a mistake! Tabatha wasn't some
fastidious human house maid who'd eek or retreat just because she
caught a scratch. As Ratnard's fang sink into Tabatha's flesh, her
finger's would contract grabbing for the rat and squeezing hard! Yes
she'd have a nasty bite, but in the feline's mind, it was a small
price to pay for a good meal!
22:31:43 Ratnard: It seems that the bite that was suppose to cause the
cat to pull her hand out, did not work. Instead Ratnard feels the
tight grasp of the cat. As the air is squeezed out of his lungs he
gives out a bloodcurdling squeak. The squeezing is so great that it
gives him a headache.
22:36:13 Tabatha_Cat: The catgirl licks her lips, the horrid screech
like the sound of a dinner bell to her ears! She'd pull the verminous
rodent out, squeezing him hard, then relaxing her grip, only to snag
his tail. Her own blood trickling down her wrist, she took the rodent
and swung him around, slamming him against the cushions; certainly not
enough to kill him, but seeking to knock him silly. "I'm a bit annoyed
with you. . . not for my paw or my cheese, but that's my favorite
couch!" She'd lift him high into the air by his tail,and he'd look
down to see the wicked face of the predatoress, teeth bared, golden
eyes reflecting the moonlight in the darkness staring up to him.
"Still, you're going to make it up to me," she'd growl, and her face
would come closer as he was lowered down.
22:43:23 Ratnard: As Ratnard is being swung by the tail the whole
world is just a blur to him, then a moment later he sees stars as he
collides against the couch. After that, it takes a moment for Ratnard
to make sence of the world again, but when he does, he does not like
what he sees. He sees an maw surrounded with mean looking teeth. He
then says, "I think it matches, a rat chewed couch for a flee chewed
cat!".
22:53:39 Tabatha_Cat: The cat would actually laugh at that, her sharp
teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Well you're spirited, I'll. give you
that!" She'd grin up at the rodent. "Though you'd have been more
accurate to say a rat chewed couch for rat chewed cat!" She'd chuckle
darkly, her blood staining the fur of her paw. "But I can't blame you.
And besides, you're very flesh will be taken apart to feed and nourish
me, and to heal the flesh you tore." And with that, she'd swing him
around, slamming him hard into the couch once more. When he next came
to, he'd be in a hot wet place, the feline's purrs of pleasure
blasting into his ears, her rough tongue pulling at his belly, sliding
his body towards the back of the slippery mouth, the experienced rat
catcher trapping his head in her jaws, his chin propped up against her
tongue, not allowing him to bite as she pulled him towards her throat.
23:01:37 Ratnard: Once again the the whole world is turned into a
blur. This time when he strikes the couch, he is more "out of it" than
the first. When he comes to, he can't see much at all. He can smell
the spit and hot breath of a cat and he can feel his fur matted with
saliva. Ratnard has found himself in jams before, but he has never
found himself in this one before. There is nothing for him to bite so
he starts kicking with his hind legs. He does not know if his kicks
will be able to connect with anything, but he at least gives it a try.
23:10:12 Tabatha_Cat: A pair of cat's fingers gripping his tail
outside, a loud purr would blast into Ratnard's ears he struggled and
kicked with his remaining strength. The hungry feline took a dark
pleasure in feeling the rat struggle so hard for his life as she
forcibly took his body to feed her own. Her eyes half closed and a
wicked smile on her face, the rat's tail and hind legs still visible
sticking outside her lips, she'd let go of his tail, slurp up the
tasty slippery wriggling rodent and. . . *GULP!* Her throat would
bulge, and Ratnard's head and chest would be crushed, as he would be
violently sucked down and grasped by slick wet pulsing muscle. All
sounds would become muffled and distant, save for an insistent *lub
dub. . .ub dub. . . lub dub. ...lub dub* pounding into his ears, while
the cat's sandpaper rough tongue would scrape over his hindquarters,
legs and tail, the cat savoring the tasty rodent before finishing him
completely.
23:20:09 Ratnard: As Ratnard kicks his feet he feels his tail being
pulled. At this point Ratnard knows that he must not be too far into
the cat. "There must be a way out of this situation", he thinks to
himself. Next he feels the rough tongue passing his bully and then his
genitalia, however this gives him no pleasure. All around Ratnard
would feel the walls surrounding him tighten. There is nothing for
Ratnard to get a grip on. He just feels a relentless pull pulling him
in deeper. As time passes the musty smell of breath and spit would
become a more acrid smell of digestive juices.
23:27:57 Tabatha_Cat: Her throat bulging with the head and chest of
the unlucky rat, the cat would take her time licking over the tasty
haunches and tail, delighted to feel them kick and squirm in her
mouth, proving her prey was still alive. But as pleasant as it is, she
can't stand there with a rat half way down her throat forever; if
nothing else she needs to breathe! And so she'd tilt her head back,
and then her jaws would snatch and her head would jerk violently:
*Gulp!*. . .*Gulp!* . . . *Gulp!*. . . *meow!* And Ratnard would feel
the tight valve of the cat's throat pinching and sliding down his
butt, his legs, and his tail. His whole body wrapped up tight by
pulsing wet suffocating muscle, he'd feel himself being pulled swiftly
downwards, the sounds and smells of a hungry empty stomach coming
closer and closer. Tabatha for her part would sit with her eyes shut,
licking her lips to enjoy the after taste of the rat, relishing the
sensation of the dying rat inside her sliding all the way down to her
hungry belly.
23:32:43 Ratnard: Before the rat slides too deep inside the cat, he
gets with great difficulty a lung full of air. However this effort is
in vain, because as soon as he does, the walls around him close in
forcing him to give the air that he worked so hard to get.
23:41:14 Tabatha_Cat: Any air the rat might breath would be a short
reprieve, for soon he'd feel his slippery saliva soaked body crushed
by the rippling muscles of Tabatha's gut against a tight sphincter.
The relentless muscles would mash him, forcing him through the tight
sphincter into a roiling churning hell! His body would fall into a
pool of foul liquids that would make his skin tingle and burn, and
cause his fur to slough off in patches. The stomach walls would crush
his belly and pull at his arms, legs, tail and head, working to take
apart the meat when the acids did their work. More foul liquids would
fall over him, some leaking into his jaws, causing him to burn from
the inside as well as without. The only blessing in this living hell
was his agony was at least likely to be short. Meanwhile, a smile on
her face, Tabatha would purr, feeling the fresh meat slide into her
belly, putting an end to her hunger. Any last struggles of the doomed
rodent would serve only to intensify the satiated cat's pleasure. As
Ratnard digested, the cat would rise, walking to the bathroom to put
disinfectant on her nasty cut and bandage up her paw. She'd still be
smiling, the tasty rat having been worth the minor wound.
23:52:35 Ratnard: As Ratnard is forced through the tight opening he
kicks his legs as hard as he can. It has been a while sence Ratnard
has had a good breath and his lungs are starting to crave sweet air.
The burning from his lungs is matched by the burning from the outside.
Ratnard's survive instinct is failing him. He has never before in his
life not thought of not surviving. Untell now, actually dying had not
crossed his mind. The intense pain causes Ratnard to start to loose
consciousness As he starts to passout, he feels a sort of release.
Because of the pain relief, Ratnard does not fight the feeling.
Ratnard is only barely aware of what is happening. In his respite from
reality Ratnard starts to think of fighting on, but he wants to relish
in the relief of detachment, he decides to wait a minute before trying
again. However once that minute is over, remembering the pain, he
decides to stay detached a little longer. this happens a few times,
but as time passes his mind slips farther and farther away. Finally
his heart stops and he Ratnard dies.
23:58:02 Tabatha_Cat: Ratnard's final release would be a blessing; he
surely wouldn't want to be fully aware of the horrible things
happening to him, as the acids the stomach walls do their work. His
fur is stripped from his body, and soon the acids burn his skin. His
limbs are crushed, his tail tail ripped away to fall apart, and the
acids burn him from the inside and the out. It was the beginning of a
long process, that would seem him broken to liquid meat to nourish the
sated cat, only indigestible fur and bones remaining. Tabatha for her
part felt the rat relax inside her. As much as she'd relished his
struggles, he'd been a good meal and certainly deserved his release.
Tomorrow she'd get a needle and thread to fix the damage to the couch.
As she'd said, Ratnard's own flesh would be utilized to heal the
damage to her paw. But for now, her stomach gurgling, it was time for
the cat to go to bed, enjoying the sensation of being pleasantly full,
the aftertaste of rat still on her tongue.
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This is a cleaned up version of the role play. To see it in it's
original form view "Motel" on 2009-02-18 from 21:09 to 23:59 with the
following characters. Tabatha_Cat, Ratnard
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