Tiger in the Night
By Kayleen
 
 
Kayleen, after a moment's contemplation, smoothly shifts into tigertaur form, and then proceeds to slink out of the lounge and into a side room, one room which would happen to be occupied by a certain sleeping snow leopard. Slinking in on all fours, she'd be clad in only a tank top, with her lower torso bare, exposing her trim belly and thick, muscular feral legs as she slips up to the bed and kneels down her forelegs. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun with this snowcat tonight, and who would she be to skip up the opportunity to join in? Kayleen licks over her lips smoothly, raspy tongue dripping with just a tinge of drool as she perks up her ears slowly. The taur shifts to the side, and gently draw off the covers, taking a gentle look over the sleeping feline's form with a faint grin parting her lips and exposing the clean white canines she has no intention of using tonight.
 
 
Gently moving to the head of the bed, Kayleen hooks her hands underneath Tzelle's armpits and lifting her up, careful not to wake the feline quite yet. Ducking down her forelegs again to lower herself, until her head is level with the feline's own. With a flick of her tail, those tiger jaws part wide open. The cheeks stretching wide as her tongue gently curls out, a warm wash of breath over the snowcat's features. Kayleen holds there for just a moment before she realizes that maw teasing doesn't work on someone who's asleep. A brief mental chastigation, and then she hefts the snowmew forwards, and into the Tigress' maw. A warm, faint rumble escaping the taur even now as she slides the first of Tzelle's muzzle across her tongue, curling it underneath the feline's head as her cheeks begin to be pressed out by it, careful to keep her teeth clear as hot flesh sheathes around the feline. Kayleen presses Tzelle in by a firm grip underneath her shoulders, and takes her head in widely, cheeks visibly bulge out the sides as she flicks her tongue about the snowmew's neck and chin. She enjoys that flavor already, ears flagging back atop her head, tail swishing predatorially behind her. The taur's trim stomach rumbles hungrily down below. It's all too empty for the Tigress' tastes, and she's more than eager to sate it with this meal of hers. Kayleen pushes her inwards, muzzle squelching into her gullet as her jaws advance past her neck. Then another firm shove, a gently spray of saliva coming from the sides of her mouth as her cheeks press in against Tzelle's shoulders.
 
 
Kayleen rrrrls around her meal, moves her hands down to the feline's chest, and swallows greedily and hungrily. Her gullet clenches around the snowcat's face and muzzle, squelching wetly as displaced drool bubbles up into her maw and down her gullet, gentle rivulets of the stuff tricking down her ridged throat as it starts to distend with the head of her meal as Kayleen's jaws stretch and gape, and manage to take Tzelle's shoulders into her maw, bulging her cheeks as the first visible bulges swell out her neck. Kayleen realizes that the snowmew would have to be a legendary sleep not to be woken up by this, so she lifts up her forelegs again and slips backwards, dragging Tzelle off the bed, and then sits down on all fours to wind her meal up neatly. Arms clenching Tzelle's own as they start to move, and her forelegs grabbing around the anthro's legs. She rumbles deeply once more, and then swalllows again. The shoulders are the hardest part of almost any meal, when their arms are at their sides like this. Greedy swallows ring out as audible but gentle shlugs and ulps, the Tigress' throat visibly beginning to swell as she takes in this meal. Her forepaws soon position below Tzelle's rump and push her upwards and towards the gaping jaws of the Tigress, parting wider and wider as she tilts her head down to enjoy her feline meal. Her tongue slurps downwards and under her bosom as they approach, lapping and licking over the feline's breasts hungrily and greedily, lewdly feeling around them as she rrrrls out hungrily, her belly answering in kind with a hungry grrrrowl from below.
 
 
She sways her tail, folds her ears back futher, as she pushes Tzelle up into her jaws. She has to start tilting her upwards now, so as not to bend her in half in sliding into the taur's gullet, but as she passes over her breasts, the feline moves her hands down to grab at Tzelle's legs and hold them in place, the snowmew's arms pinned flat to her sides now by the maw and gullet of that tigertaur. Kayleen's tongue cups underneath the snowmew's bosom as she pushes it past her lower jaws, hot strands of drool dribbling down to trickle down Tzelle's chest. Okay, so the bosom is also pretty hard to get in, she remembers, as the top of Tzelle's chest pushes against the entrance to her gullet and kinda sticks there. She hasn't predded on a girl in literally months, give her a break.
 
 
Kayleen just holds up Tzelle in front of her, pushes the snowmew's rump against the headboard of her own bed, and swallows forcefully as she shlugs those breasts into her gullet. They bulge out her throat visible as they slide down it, a heavy pressure in the cat's gullet that makes her momentarily cinch her lips about the snowcat's chest. And the pressure, too, applied to her prey is enough carry a fair few inches of the snowmew deeper into the larger, tauric cat until Kayleen's lips are just about at the snowcat's navel. She pauses for a moment, panting for air, taking most of it through her nose as hot drool dribbles from her gullet and onto the floor. She keeps those legs firmly pinned by now, though, strong enough to almost entirely clamp down on the movements even as she feels more coming from deeper inside of her form, shifting and moving beneath her pelt, any noises that snowmew might be making entirely muted and muffled by layers of fur and skin and muscle. Kayleen rumbles deeply, swiping her tongue across the cat's belly a few times to take in more of that lovely flavor from her pelt before she once more starts to gulp and swallow. Hungry clenches of her gullet suck and drag along the feline's form, dragging her in more and more, bit by bit into the hungry depths of that Tigress. Rumbling once more from her belly, as Kayleen's jaws start to work over Tzelle's waist.
 
 
Inside, the cat's head would be just pressed into Kayleen's upper, anthro belly... But wouldn't find it to have any give. In fact, it's about the same stretchyness as the stomach of a non-predator, and she has no intention of letting her meal linger there any longer than in her gullet. After recieving a light smearing of belly slimes and a touch of acids, Tzelle's head pushes past into the lower "esophagus" of that tauric anatomy. And up above, her parted, drooling jaws are advancing past the snowmew's waist. That rasping tongue of hers curls out, and hooks between the snowcat's legs. Kayleen braces, and then swallows heavily, using that tongue-hooking to help drag those ample hips right down inside of her maw and gullet. They squeeze tightly, but with so much of the snowmew clenched tightly in her gullet, she has vastly more traction before than to help tug them through the opening of her gullet and into her body. With just a pair of held legs inside, the tigertaur steps up once more, and slumps forwards onto the bed previously occupied by her midnight snack. Then she just rolls over onto her back, and lazes out with her tauric and anthro parts held in a line. This, of course, only allows for her to pull Tzelle in that much more easily, sliding down the tight, direct tube of her gullets with ease.
 
 
Kayleen sighs for a moment, blowing hot, humid air out around her meal's legs, and reaches down to rub at the series of shifting, wriggling bulges she makes in the white underbelly pelt of the Tigress. Her hindlegs lazily drape downwards, across the headboard, while her forelegs press those large, ample paws into her tauric underbelly, as if reassuring that growling chamber that it'll be getting food soon. After another moment's respite, Kayleen tilts her head back, parts her jaws wides, and slurps and licks across the shifting legs and swishing tail of her meal as she once more begins to swallow. A long, powerful series of swallows drags her legs deeper and deeper inside of the Tigress, along with the rest of her, as she starts to pass between the base of Kayleen's forelegs and into a bulge in her tauric undersection. There's so much of Tzelle inside now, all laid out in a line, and she can feel nearly every inch of her body clenched and dragged along by the peristaltic, rippling, chaining swallows. With this much traction, it's so easy to take her inside, and the last bits of the snowmew are practically sucked inside by the greedy, hungry clench of tigerguts. It's fairly tight in there, as well, the Tigress having not been active as a predator for a long time. Her guts aren't as stretchy as they once were, even as a taur, and so Tzelle's body is tightly clenched and ground all along by that entire series of tubes, grinding hot, messy saliva into her fur.
 
 
Kayleen rumbles deeply as she slurps around her ankles, and then takes a moment to stop as her lips seal shut around them, pausing with just a pair of paws and a poofy tail outside her maw to tease a moment. Then she gapes her jaws wide, and swallows them down, letting them just sink into the back of her maw and vanish in a wet clench of pink flesh. She mrrrrls happily, then slips her jaws closed at least and slurps up the last of that tail like a wriggly noodle, savoring the flavor by wrapping her tongue around it before the last of a magnificently edible snow leopard vanishes past Kayleen's jaws and into her gullet with a happy glurck. But Tzelle still has a bit to go before she reaches the proper center of this Tigress' stomach. Though her hindlegs stay sprawled, she swishes her tail back and forth rapidly in a predatory beat, and her forepaws and hands both knead inwards against the shifting, wriggling bulges of Tzelle's form, bound up so neatly below Kayleen's pelt. She licks her lips happily, rumbling consistently now as she feels that swell in her body moving down to the stomach that so desperately wants it, eager to replace the pangs of hunger with the blissful sensation of an entire body squeezed into your own.
 
 
Tzelle just sinks downards, and her muzzle is the first to push into Kayleen's belly. It's humid, meaty-smelling, slimy, and actually quite small before the shape of that snowmew squelches into it. The sinous bulges soon pile up into a heavy, singular, smoother swell in the Tigress' pelt, a blissful sigh from her muzzle as she drapes her head to the side and pants out gently. Her tongue lols out, drool dripping onto the bedsheets as she just basks in the feelings of that snow leopard squished whole and alive into her tauric stomach. Before long, Tzelle is forced entirely inside of Kayleen's belly, almost but not quite made to curl into a ball by the surprisingly tight confines of the tigertaur's hind gut. Kayleen lets her hands lazily fold across her anthro stomach, and her forepaws do the same, both of the big paws just pushing in against the bulge made by her midnight snack. Surprisingly, the bulge is almost entirely smooth, just a gentle swelling in the soft, slightly pudgy bulk of the tigertaur's belly. Aside from, well, the occasional imprint of a hand or a paw or a face pushing out from inside, making Kayleen giggle at the sensation. She actually isn't certain whether or not the snowmew is okay with this, but she's too lazy to ask, so she just lazes back from now in a blissful state of relaxation, draping that big tauric bulk across someone else's bed.
 
 
A lazy, thick, wet belch rings from her muzzle before she licks her lips and gives her gut a few thick, thumping pats with a forepaw. It's not long, of course, before Kayleen just falls gently asleep, while her body gets to work on the snowmew within. It's, in fact, entirely painless, but the kitty inside wouldn't be otherwise spared a bit of action from what is very much the active stomach of a carnivorous predator, eager to break down and use the meal inside. Tzelle would quickly experience her fur falling out, and her skin starting to break off as well, the feline's stomach nowhere near as rusty as the rest of her digestive tract when it comes to using prey as they were naturally meant to be used.
 
 
The walls grind inwards, tightly clenching and shifting, growls and rumbles and gurgles loudly sounding out and audible from outside even through the layers of fur and muscle and pudge. And it's no question at all just where she gets that pudge. Each stroke and grind of her belly across Tzelle's flesh carries with it a layer of her body, and as she shrink sdown, into a thick, pooling, fur-laced soup, the walls sink around her in kind, not giving her an inch of extra space. The excess air is just released back up as lazy belches from the Tigress' lips, as her belly grows steadily smaller beneath her pelt, both upper and lower chests gently heaving up and down as the predatory feline snoozes. Her forepaws remain lazily draped on the growling bulge. Even now, the sludges she's turning the snowmew into are sucked down through her pyloric valve and into her intestines, starting to be worked through the lengthy series of tubes and used up for all they're worth. Even as the feline finishes breaking up between her four legs, more and more of Tzelle is being sucked down and worked, through a length series of villi and sucked clean of any and all nutrients the snowmew is worth. Energy gathered up, and pudge gently assimilated on the taur, a bit on her hips and bosom and rump, but most seeming to be accumulated on her tauric belly.
 
 
Of course, perhaps the greatest amount of the former snowmew isn't used at all, just fiber and unusable materials that are simply shunted deeper into the literal bowels of Kayleen's insides. It's a fair few hours before the Tigress is really done with the most obvious part of digestion, her belly completely fat as fur and bones and chyme finish being pumped down into the tubes designed to use them. And, eventually, all of those materials would of course find their way down to the Tigress' large intestine. There, the entire mess is sucked dry of even the useful water content, fur and broken bones all mixing up into the mess as Kayleen's body uses up the snow leopard so utterly, as food is meant to be.
 
 
After many long, lazy hours of sleep, Kayleen finally wakes back up with a yawn and an indigant snort. Someone needs to come back out. Even so, the Tigress takes a few minutes to get up. The bed is warm and soft, and she's still on the trailing end of a food coma, so she lazes there for a few moments with a lazy yawn. Soon, though the call of nature proves too obnoxious for the tigertaur to just ignore, and she rolls her tauric bulk off of the bed and shambles out of the door with a stretch of her arms and another broad, toothy yawn.
 
 
She slinks down the stairs, out into the garden in back, and picks out a nice, clean patch of grass to debase. She positions her wide, tauric hips right over the grass, raises her tail high, and pushes her hindlegs apart. Then she sighs out, pins her ears back self-conciously, and scrunches up her features just a bit as she starts to push out a whole lot of ex-cat. Her tauric tailhole spreads open easily enough, and a thick, brown log pushes out right away, visibly embedded with a scattering of white and black fur and the odd half-broken bone from the sexy feline that foul clay used to be. That ample log, nearly as thick as the tigertaur's legs, thumps wetly to the ground, and Kayleen sighs as she shunts out another after it, and then another. She yawns once more as she voids her bowels onto the grass, keeping her hind legs braced but actually taking a moment to stretch her forelegs one at a time even as she shits out a heavy mess of what used to be a snow leopard.
 
 
Thick logs of clay and fur and bones just pile up on the floor as Kayleen sighs out in blissful release, her toes digging into the grass and soft dirt. She clenches her toes at the feeling of an entire feline skull pushing bodily out of her tailhole. The pile below her tail starting steams visibly in the cool morning air. Eventually, Kayleen perks those folded ears back up as she feels the last thick lump of waste press out of her tailhole. She licks her lips once more as she briefly spins around to take a self-indulgent glance at the mound of shit she's deposited. It's nearly two feet tall, a thick, steaming pile of tigershit packed through with bones and tufts of fur. Tzelle's skull is even visible in it, half-buried in waste. She grins to herself, and lazily drops her tail back down as she trots inside to grab breakfast and get ready for her day.