[The Caiten and Kirtain aliens return. This one features Rainbow, a human teenage girl who was captured by a Caiten named Cocoa and processed. The raw materials were used to make another Caiten, but somehow Rainbow retained her memories despite being an alien clone now. Horrified at what she had become, she swore she'd never use her new body to "process" anyone. Unfortunately, her old life interferes and she discovers that such promises might not be possible to keep when your ex-boyfriend is a douchebag. Thanks to Chris's player (Sevannal) for letting me post this. (Contains: H/M, Cockvore, Digestion)]
 
Chris: The phone rang. If not for the fact that it was a remnant of her human life, this would be utterly unremarkable. Very few people tried to call these days, really.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: The taur was not one to answer her cellphone. Well, not THAT one anyway. It had rung a lot at first... or at least the missed call log seemed to say as much. She hadn't gotten it back until some time after she'd woken up. She occasionally wondered what had become of her friends. He family, as switched off as they were, we easy to fool with the occasional phone call. They thought she'd run off to New York to be an actress, or some garbage like that. She had another phone now. But here, her phone, the one she'd dropped on t he grass when Cocoa first grabbed her, was ringing. She looked at it and grimaced, then held it up and looked at the person calling. Oh.... Him. She snorted... then as she went to put it down, accidentally brushed a finger across the screen, activating the phone.
 
Chris: "Heyyyy, Rainbow, baby! How's it goinnnn'? We haven't heard shit from you since you ran off to be a big star or whatever!" Yep, 'That Guy', Chris Weathers, the self-declared gift of God to women. "It's been so long! I was gonna be passin' through town and thought, 'Hey, haven't fucked in a while'. Wanna fix that?" He sounded just about as strung-out as he talked, and her experience with him...yeah, pretty much. More parental money than brain cells, though his parents could be in the poor house and it'd still be true...
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow looks at the phone with distaste. She'd been a cheerleader, he a jock. But unlike him, she'd held a 4.0 GPA... and still managed to be an idiot enough to date him, because she thought he was cool or something. After the couple of times they had sex, she'd finally broken up with him, a little ashamed that's he'd given her virginity to such a douchebag. And when he'd asked her to do something she refused to do... his true colors showed. He really only cared about himself and his dick. With a wrinkled nose, the skunktaur held the phone to her ear and spoke in the soft sensual voice her body now provided her. It was similar to her old voice, but sexier, more measured. "Hello Chris. You just assumed that I was in town too? Big of you to think of me when you decided you wanted a quick hookup."
 
Chris: "Nah, meant I was gonna be in Hollywood! You know, passin' through 'your' town." She can practically see that smirk he'd be wearing, right then, condescension thick in his voice. "Do love the porno voice. Just right for a girl with your bod! Been takin' care of it, I hope. Tell you what, I'll kick you my hotel 'fo and we can make up for lost time!" The text is there even as he talks, the bastard having taken out one of the most expensive hotel rooms possible, and that was saying something! Of course, he might not actually be near her...
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow wrinkled her nose again, finding that she was even less patient now as a half skunk alien creature than she'd been as a human. His ego offended her, and she found little reason to want any contact with him at all. Of course, it wouldn't happen anyway with her as a skunk like this. Though, she wouldn't mind teasing him a little maybe... She got a little mischievous grin and answered him slowly, "I live in New York, silly. But I'm working near Hollywood. And... I've had a little work done. I hope you don't mind a little extra where it counts." She faked a giggle, continuing, "The voice goes with the body. IS there anything you want me to say with it? I miiiiight have been in a couple SPECIAL films... Maybe if you find one of them, we could reenact a scene" She giggled again, "Too bad I'm not in Hollywood or I might give you... a "full tour." That would set his hormones going.
 
Chris: The guy's ego offended pretty much /everyone/. "A tit job? Told you it'd only do you good! Racked to stacked!" Did he...yes. Yes, he really said that. "Why don't you tell me how much you missed my dick, stretching your pussy out? How much you want to open those sweet lips of yours and wrap them right around? Make it good, and I might even buy you a ticket out here for tonight!"
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow sighed softly, growing more than a little annoyed by the persistence of her ex-boyfriend, and his sheer douchebagery. What had she ever seen in him? She listens to him prattle on for a bit, then laughs softly, "Honey, what makes you think you're man enough to take me? For all you know, I'm into some kinky shit now... I might even be a domme!" Her soft deep voice might even give that impression, though he could not know that it was caused by having a large quadrupedal body, a skunk's snout and more than that. Meanwhile, another figure, this one hulking and massive, lurks nearby, listening to the conversation. She moves closer, Rainbow ignoring the figure as she often did. But the figure has a motive, and without Rainbow even realizing it, a quick pad on the rump and the deed was done, the patch pressed to the fur there, the alien nanites already penetrating flesh to do their work. "You might not like what you'd get if you wanted to play with me." She giggles, "You'd be fun to dominate."
 
Chris: "Kinky shit? As long as it ain't actual shit, baby! You wanna show up with leather and ropes, I'll bring the whip, we'll see who the real domme is. You loved being impaled on my dick too much to top me," he boasts. He wasn't a bad fuck, if...you know, you could gag and bind him. He was just...such a vile man. His eager tone showed that he really did hope to conquer a girl he now thought was a movie porn star, "So, when'll you be at my hotel, Rainbow? Better not keep me waiting!"
 
RainbowtheCaiten: "Baby, if you play this game, you may lose." She giggled, rolling her eyes at his bravado, all sorts of memories starting to come back to her of just how selfish and insensitive he'd always been when they were together... before she'd 'met' Cocoa and had her life changed in ways she could never dream."But we'll see if I can borrow some transportation to come to your hotel. I'll... call you. Ok?"
 
Chris: "Awesome! I'm staying at the Dewitt hotel. In the second penthouse." he answered, a slight boastful tone in his voice. Son of rich parents, he could afford to be a douche bag in a very expensive hotel, and if he got in trouble, money usually bailed him out. "You can bring some friends if you want and we can make up for missed opportunities in the old days! I'll rock your world and theirs! You know my dick can go all night! I'll be waiting Babe. Just let them know in the Lobby that you're there for me and they'll let you up."
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow grimaced at the thought of a multiple pairing, forcing herself to suppress the rush of anger she felt. That bastard. That fucking bastard. With a deep breath, she forced out a reply, a platitude and a vague promise, then hung up and threw the phone at the wall with such force that it embedded itself in the drywall.
 
"You should just do what comes naturally Dear," a voice came from behind her, "He's the reason everything happened. You told me that he was the reason I found you. If it weren't for him, you'd be in college and having fun instead of being a massive alien skunktaur. If it were me, I'd show him what his mistake turned you into. Processing takes care of all SORTS of problems!"
 
Rainbow turned and looked at her creator, the creature who had "processed" her and recreated her as a perverted and demented fetishist nightmare. Rainbow looked like her creator, a massive skunktaur. Half oversized skunk, half humanoid... and all Caiten processor. Not that she'd ever indulge that awful urge she sometimes got, no matter how much Cocoa wanted her to. She wrinkled her nose and spat out her answer. "Fuck you Cocoa. I'm going to go get very drunk. Got to hell."
 
The next five hours involved enough alcohol to kill a human twice over. It seemed the best way to work it off, though she'd never been much of a drinker. Only problem was, the more she drank, the angrier she got... and hornier too. For some reason, the booze (or the nanites Rainbow'd been dosed with without her knowing) had made her horny as hell, and that mixed with her anger made her vulnerable. Vulnerable to Cocoa's manipulation.
 
More drinking and an hour later, Rainbow had decided to tell Chris off. She'd intended to do it on the phone... but...
 
How Cocoa convinced Rainbow to board the personal shuttle and take a ride over the continental United States all the way out to Los Angeles, Rainbow probably would never know. What she did know is that she felt rather drunk. She'd had a few bottles of wine after the phone call. She had memories of being human after all. And he'd been her first love... and a complete asshole. Now she couldn't figure out why she'd liked him at all. Cause he'd been popular or rich or... well, it didn't matter. What was odd, was she was drunk and horny as hell. And Cocoa had goaded her into boarding the damn shuttle. What Rainbow was supposed to do when she arrived at the exclusive hotel that he was staying at was something she'd yet to figure out. She was half inclined to burst into his room and let him have it, but... thankfully, Cocoa had loaded the avatar on the shuttle, the same avatar she used to fool her parents that one time they'd insisted she'd come home from "new York" for a visit. She'd use that... if only to lead him to the roof with it so she could... well... scare him maybe?
 
The shuttle ignored her musings and followed the autopilot and landed on the roof. Minutes later, Rainbow walked down the ramp. The old Rainbow had been an attractive teenager. Now, four years after she'd been processed, the avatar showed how she'd have matured into a 22 year old woman. She was beautiful in her own way, a blonde, her hair stylish and trendy. So too with her clothing, which were more modest than she'd worn in highschool, but perhaps better cut so they tempted the imagination. The avatar walked in her high heels and knee-length black dress with the low cut chest that was just low enough to give a peek, but not so low as to give it all away. The avatar was a lot more busty than Rainbow had been. But then, Rainbow had always wished she was bigger in that area. She walked towards the roof entrance and then using the code she'd been given, unlocked the elevator to the penthouse. He was expecting her...
 
Chris: What's there to say about a penthouse like this? Built-in landing pad, garden, large pool, several floors, just...utter decadence and luxury. Wasted on a punk like this...but at least it was promising to be comfortable. The interior was in that semi-dark, ultra-cozy interior, nice and posh. Leather furniture, top-end electronics, everything...well. Everything more or less as expected.
 
Chris was lounging on his couch, a glass of wine in his hand, only bothering with pants and an unbuttoned shirt. It was a booty call, as far as he was concerned, on 'his' turf. Though, he was a bit surprised she could afford her own personal shuttle, in truth. It made him frown at his wine, swirling it in his glass. When the door slides open, though, he actually sits up, eyes widening. "Whoa...you filled out, babe!" He fumbles his glass, though manages to catch it without spilling the wine. "Come over, have a seat, make yourself comfortable," he smirks, trying to cover up his surprise, gesturing at the bottle of wine and an empty glass.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow paused in the doorway, her eyes... well, the eyes of her avatar taking in the room. This was the type of place that Hollywood stars stayed. Rainbow had always wanted to be a scientist, not an actor. But the night he'd broken up with her had been the night that she'd met Cocoa in an alley as she was crying her eyes out and stumbling with snot running down her face. Of course, Cocoa hadn't cared. The big caiten only cared about raw materials for her army. And so came the horrifying experience of being pulled into a sheath, sliding head first into a huge ballsack and then... dissolving into a mass of potent semen to be used to make soldiers. Rainbow had gotten over her hatred of cocoa, but Chris.... he was something else, and not only because she'd gotten her "killed."
 
With a brilliant smile, she sauntered across the room, the taur back on the shuttle wearing the neural headset that linked her to the avatar. She was drunk, and it showed a little in how the avatar moved, but she was also pouring it on, "Well of course I have! I got them done!" She giggles lightly and hefts them with her hands, "When you called, I thought... maybe I should visit him after all.. And show him I'm not the dumpy girl I was in highschool any more. I've made it big. I got an acting job working over in Korea, and I've been dating this guy who works on Wall Street..."
 
Chris: Chris's leer just grows as she talks. He'd dropped her for some cheerleader, a ditzy brunette he'd dumped the moment he felt a bump in her belly. He didn't even care about the kid he'd put in her. This girl, though, Rainbow? He can feel his dick hardening in his pants, a rather hefty tent forming. "Sit down and let me have a feel," he demands, wasting no time in groping one of her breasts and squeezing it firmly the moment she's in reach. "That's pretty hot. Book nerd's got nothing on me," he smirks, groping his own crotch next, emphasizing his bulge. Chris really was rather endowed, but...well. A big dick was the perfect description of him. "It's gonna be fun fucking you, knowing he's going to have to compete with the night I'm gonna give you," he half-growls, moving closer on the couch.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow's eyebrows raise at the crassness of his approach. Had he gotten worse or had she been more completely idiotic in dating him in the first place than she'd thought? Sadly, she was beginning to think it was a bit of both. Still, she had a purpose here. With a hand sliding across her breasts and then down her stomach, she stopped just abover her pelvis and winked, "Oh Chris. You kidder. I thought you just wanted to catch up and stuff. But..." She paused for effect, her eyes drifting to his bulge. "If you really want to play, well..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I can only get off when I'm flying." She giggled like it was some huge secret and then continued, "I mean, there's something so sexy about being high in the air and fucking, you know. You should come.... I mean, you could go with me to my shuttle and then we can go up in it and I'll suck you off and you can fuck my tits... and maybe we can do some even kinkier stuff. I can call you Daddy maybe..." She stopped there with a long pause, the drunk taur on the shuttle reflecting on how she'd changed. She'd become a feminist. Had she not been processed by Cocoa's sheath... she'd probably have gotten there anyway. She'd been smart... book smart before. Now, she was genius level, though it didn't take much intellect to tell that Chris probably would think with his dick and do what she wanted.
 
Chris: It was a bit of both. As the years passed, he's just become more entitled, more...almost primitive in his approach to other people. He just believed people existed to sate his desires, whether it be for partying, fucking, or just stroking his ego. "Damn, girl, I didn't think you'd open up so much! Ready to have my dick in your ass for the second time?" The first time was probably not a pleasant memory for her, to say the least! "Can't wait to have your tits wrapped around my cock. Couldn't do that before," he smirks, leaning over to kiss her hard, pushing his tongue in her mouth as he spills a bit of wine on her dress. "Fuck, you're hot now. Sure you don't just want to roll in my bed? Mmm...nah, Mile High it is!" Like it was his idea or something. He really was one-dimensional, this prick.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Despite the fact that the being he was talking to was simply a avatar robot made of biological tissue and nanitic parts, Rainbow felt her skin crawling as he let his mouth spew his filth. She took a breath and plastered on a smile as she turned, making sure to do so in as provocative a way as possible, then she walked towards the door before "accidentally" dropping the clutch she was carrying. Bending over to pick it up, she made sure to stick out her ass as sexily as she could before rising up and continuing to the door, "It's up to you Chris. I'm going up to the roof. You can follow if you want, but I'll be up there waiting for WHOEVER comes up and joins me. If it's the bellboy, well, I'll fuck his brains out instead." High above, Rainbow cringed even as she felt a different sensation. Unlike most Kirtain, Rainbow had the adaptation that allowed her to do more than just use her sheath. She had a cock that, could be used as well. Her's was a rare type, but as she was formed with Cocoa's genetic code, she had the ability. It would be a tight fit, but part of her relished the idea of shocking Chris with her member and then... She shivered at the thought and caught herself. Wait... she didn't process people! What was she thinking?! She blinked and tried to clear her head. Gods was she drunk!
 
Chris: Chris doesn't wait at all, already up on his feet as he moves quickly after her. So quickly, she feels his hands on her ass when she bends over, tugging her dress up in a smooth motion and squeezing her flesh. She can even feel him grinding against her rump, his heavy bulge sliding against her panties...well, if she's wearing them! He has no idea of what's waiting for him, either, as he smacks her avatar's ass. "Could fuck you right here and now," he growls as she straightens up, tossing his glass aside. It shatters, wine splashing over the floor, and he just doesn't care at all. He just pursues her out onto the balcony, down past the pool to the landing pad, his hands all over her at every chance. Her dress is torn down one side before they're even halfway to her ship, and it's unlikely to be on her avatar at all by the time they actually get there!
 
RainbowtheCaiten: The biological robot that looks like Rainbow is more than just a facsimile of Rainbow. Given it's nature, naturally, it has some improvements over the human original. Not the least is quickness on her feet. Perhaps some comes from the fact that Rainbow herself was a genetically enhanced being beyond anything that had evolved naturally. She lets him play with her ass, but then plays hard to get, twisting away and dodging his hands and rough groping for the most part. Though he tears her dress, she manages to look even sexier, somehow keeping it up and her assets covered despite his best efforts. "Aw. Chris. You're so impatient. Good things come to those who wait!" She climbs the loading ramp into the small corridor between the engine access room, the bridge and the small stateroom. Then, her pace quickens, ducking into the engine room before he can catch up and leaving him in the corridor alone. In the stateroom, Rainbow kills the interface and commands the computer to close the loading ramp, trapping Chris in the small corridor. The intercom comes on a moment later, "Hey baby. I'm getting ready for you. The right door will open in a moment. I hope you're ready!" There is a soft giggle as Rainbow readies herself, reclining on the stateroom's large bed.
 
She is a massive creature, outmassing even a tiger. Her taurish body is reminiscent of one, though unlike a tiger, she has a large bushy tail and her fur is black with the telltale white stripe running down her back that would suggest she is a skunk, even if her head and face suggest some feline influences. With her large breasts, wrapped in a skin ( or fur tight] shirt, and her long dark hair playfully framing her face, she is a furry fetishist's wet dream... though whether it would appeal to Chris, well... Either way, she is massive and imposing, and in the tight spaces of the shuttle, when that door opens, he will have no place to run. For now, her underside is hidden...
 
After a few moments, the door slides open and her voice calls. Come on in!
 
Chris: "Babe?" He looks around, a drunken stumble having made him lose track of the girl he was molesting. He climbs in, a bit slower, something about the way the ship locks up behind him...locks him in, he thinks subconsciously, before that thought slips away from his wine-soaked mind. "Where'd you go?" He calls out, trying each door in turn and just not getting anywhere. That's resolved in a moment, at least, when he hears her voice! "Oh, I can't wait to see you all hot and bothered. You've missed my dick, and it's time to reacquaint you properly!" He's boasting, again, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from his pants. Somehow, he's actually rock hard, despite the alcohol, over a foot of human dick and heavy, baseball-sized nuts flopping out into the air as the door opens.
 
He just steps right through, "Hey, babe, I'm all ready for-" A pause, blink, "For..." He's just staring, in shock for this moment, his tongue silenced ever-so-briefly. "Whoa...I knew you were kinky, but..." He's not certain whether to be freaked out or turned on! His eyes wander over her body, eventually setting on her lush tits, a lewd grin growing on his face as his cock throbs. "I could certainly see my cock between those tits, girl. Ya gotta tell me what's going on, though!" He pads over, slowly, looking a little confused but...well. Kinky girls weren't a strange thing to him! Though this was certainly new...
 
RainbowtheCaiten: His reaction completely throws her off. She'd hoped perhaps to make him act like a normal person instead of the idiot prick he'd become. At least in the old days he could PRETEND to be normal. Now, he seemed to have his head so far up his ass that he couldn't see the forest for the trees. Stunned into silence for a few moments, Rainbow finally speaks, losing all of the sexy playful tone, her voice that of the intelligent woman she'd once been, "Chris, it's quite simple. Do you remember when you dumped me? All because I wouldn't do that threesome with you and your buddy? I was so head over heels in love with you that I wandered into an alley, crying my eyes out and met a space alien. She ate me. Sort of. The Rainbow you once knew is gone and I'm what's left of her. The me you followed onto the shuttle? A robot I was controlling. It's how I pretend to my parents that I'm still alive. Of course, you took the bait. You always were a horn dog." She looks down at her breasts and shakes her head before looking back up at him, "Honestly, I'd hoped to confront you or yell at you or something, but..." With that, she gets up, her four paws pushing her up. Her massive sheath, hanging below her belly becomes visible, along with her twin balls, each the size of watermelon. If size was any indication, even an elephant wouldn't match her size. "I guess I'll have sex with you for old time's sake..." She was drunk and she knew it... It was time to scare some sense into him. Seeing her as a shemale skunk taur surely would make him react, right?
 
Chris: Her words certainly throw him off. It's just too weird! "What...the fuck are you...is this some sort of joke?" He demands, confusion and fear starting to enter his voice. Eaten? Remnants? There were kinky 'stories' to play out, sure, but this was just weird! "This...it's gotta be some sort of fancy...ani-, anma-, robot or something! Aliens don't exist!" He's pressed back against the door, looking down as she stands up and...he just freezes. He's completely locked up for that moment, eyes fixing on that gargantuan endowment. Staring, for several long moments, before looking back up at her in fear, seeing the way her mouth moves and it just...cracks his facade a little. Despite all his fear, his cock hasn't wilted at all, a steady stream of pre leaking from the tip and dribbling down his leg.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow feels a little bit of triumph as Chris finally starts to crack, his playboy facade fracturing as he's confronted with something that can't be explained away as a little bit of kinky roleplay. With a little grunt, she pushes off the low bed and pads the few steps across the room towards him, her massive sheath dropping open so that he might easily see down past the gaping mouth into the fleshy interior that seems to drip with slime. She is now at full height as she moves towards him. She's taller than him, and given her size, it's like being stuck in a room with an oversized tiger. Her paws are enormous, each like a dinner plate, with claws on their toes. "Oh Chris! It's not fake. You really did get me eaten... though eaten is the wrong word for it. She calls it 'processing.' It makes it sound like this clinical thing, but it's really quite messy. Not that I've ever done it myself... You see that big thing hanging below my belly? That's what she used. And those huge testicles? They did the processing. I know you look at porn. Have you heard of CockVore Chris?" She looks down at his cock, and smirks, "Well, either way... little Chris sure doesn't mind the weirdness of all this. I bet he's just hoping to be put somewhere hot and wet. Hmmm. I don't have a pussy any more. But I do have someplace hot and wet. It's exactly the same place SHE put me when she ate me. Can you imagine Chris? I was thinking of you when I was, "processed.'"
 
Chris: Chris just stares, eyes fixing on that...drooling pit of a maw, his jaw dropped slightly as he moans softly in terror. Something about it all...something... It clicks. It's the scent. The raw, masculine scent that just rips away any sense of his own virility, his cock unable to even dribble in the presence of something so overpowering! That doesn't stop his cock from throbbing gently, the confused signals getting his body all sorts of bent out of shape! "I-I didn't know, b-babe," he pleads, pressing back firmly against the door, forced to look up as she approaches. He even manages to look her in the eye! "I didn't mean to get you...for anything really bad to happen..." He tries to slide to the side, along the wall, to get a bit of room between them, but it just means he sees that gaping maw of a sheath when he glances down. He's stumbled across a few such perverted images, but always browsed on quickly! "C-come on, babe...I couldn't have know...I mean, who's ever heard of aliens, right?" He chuckles, forcing himself, babbling weakly. Though her last comment just makes him shut up, swallowing hard, terrified at what she was thinking in that moment! That moment she...apparently died...
 
RainbowtheCaiten: "I kept thinking of you Chris. I kept thinking that maybe you'd change your mind and come save me." Her voice is low, almost a whisper, hey eyes intense and staring at him as she watches him whither beneath his fear and her words. She'd finally gotten through to him, though perhaps it was more fear than regret. Her body turns with him as he tries to slide against the wall, keeping the space close so that he cannot escape... not there is anywhere to escape in the small shuttle stateroom, "You never came Chris. She put me in there and did such awful things and you never came. Is anyone coming to save you? At least I had hope, even if I was an idiot to have hope you could be anything but an awful selfish prick." She pauses, her hand reaching out to grab his shaft, gripping it tightly, feeling it's hardness and pulsing need, "Look at you. You're still hard. After all I just told you, you're still rock hard. Do you like the idea of me screaming and begging as I was 'processed'? Is that it? Are you imagining me being attacked and grabbed by a big monster just like me, shoved into that big sheath of hers... Just like the one you keep staring at?" A smile starts to play on her lips as she starts to stroke his cock, "Let's play a game Chris... If you can keep from cumming, I'll let you leave... If not... Well...." She trails off, as her hand, soft and lightly furred begins to slide along his shaft. Her other hand reaches out and hefts his balls, teasing them with her fingertips. The touch is familiar... the same touch the teenage Rainbow had once given him. Her fingers explore his shaft, then in a wicked movement, the tips of them slide up his shaft and begin to tease around the sensitive ridge of the head of it in a motion she'd once called "the Octopus". "Do you remember me doing this to you Chris? Do you remember how my mouth felt? I could never deep throat you then... I could now." Her tongue licks her lips, and then she opens her maw, showing the deep gullet of the skunk she'd become... Surely she COULD deep throat him... better than any human woman too....
 
Chris: Her words horrify him on an existential level, the threat making him shudder and even whimper pathetically. Chris shivers at her touch, eyes clenching shut. His warped, sex-craving mind can't block out her words, though, the image of her, the human her, being slurped down the thick, heavy sheath of...the monster, one that to his mind looks just like she does now, the noisy slurping as her tits bulge out the soft flesh, the monster grabbing her by the ankles and shoving her deeper with every stroke of her hand over his shaft. "Wh-what could I have...have done? I'd have just died too!" He pleads desperately, his cock throbbing eagerly in her firm, lushly-furred grip. "You're so..." He whimpers, the teasing of her fingers making him moan through gritted teeth, feeling the tips of her claws so...threateningly, delightfully-! He moans, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre, leaving her hand so thick as his balls clench up against his groin. He can barely bring himself to open his eyes, and when he does...well! That sight, her maw wide open, makes him moan loudly and thrust into her hand, a mix of pleasure at the thought and terror of staring down a maw that can fit his head. "P-please..." He whimpers softly, uncertain if he's begging to cum, or for mercy. Not that it matters...he knows she's going to make him cum, the male unable to control the pleasure she's inflicting on him!
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Rainbow's fingers continue to move on his cock, delicate claw teasing along the head, even as her other paw gently rolls his balls in her fingers, claws teasing along the sensitive flesh. She watches him, her sheath starting to ache, as his fear and uncertainty begin to stir up serious feelings inside her that she's always tried to suppress... feeling that come from the non-human side. She only wanted revenge, to scare him, to make him change... but part of her craves him... craves his fear and the scent of it filling the small room, and his humiliation at being so aroused despite the unspoken threat of what she might do to him if he cums. She watches him desperately trying to control himself, taking in his sealed eyes and clenched jaw, her ears flicking at the sound of his moans. She licks her lips and then leans in close to his ear, her soft breath grazing over his skin even as her fingers continue their teasing before sliding downward so her hand can grip hima nd begin stoking in earnest, "You would have died, but at least you could have tried. But you're too selfish to even imagine it. Or... maybe you are imagining it... Imagining what it will feel like if you lose this little game? My sheath is hot and wet. It'll grip you like a glove. The muscles in there will ripple and massage you as they pull you in. Just like they did with me. If you had come to save me, you'd have seen me in her sheath, my body bulging it out, my breasts pressing out the flesh. Hmmm. Are you going to cum for me Chris? Would you like to cum in my muzzle. I could go down on you. It's only fitting that the last time you cum is in my mouth. You liked to cum in my mouth, didn't you Chris?" Her balls begin to get into the act now, preparing for their coming meal, soft gurgles begin to be heard as they prime themselves for processing. Loud enough that he'd surely hear, soft wet sounds, like digestion, but clearly coming from her sack...
 
Chris: The pressure, the proximity, the heat of her body...the weight of her heavy tits, pressed to his face thanks to her height, their softness smothering him in her strange, musky scent. It's warping his senses, his mouth opening as he moans in uncontrolled lust, starting to grind back against her hands as she describes just what was done to her! It was just like he'd first imaged, the way she describes it, but...she's not talking about herself this time. She's talking about him, about there being no bulges of breasts in her sheath, just the smooth outline of him showing through that thick, soft, slimy flesh. Maybe his head, before it went...wherever she was going to put him, that heavy sack, he didn't want to die but he couldn't help himself! The thought of her human lips wrapped around his shaft, the feeling of her choking on his heavy load again, is just too much. The human just feels his cock throb suddenly in her grip, a thick wad of jizz spurting out over her legs and groin, making a mess of her belly as his cock just surges and pulses, spurting his jizz out helplessly as he moans in terrified pleasure!
 
RainbowtheCaiten: " Good boy Chris. Cum for me." She giggles softly in his ear, pressing more tightly against him so that her breasts squeeze against his face... her hand stroking him as his cock spasms within her grip. She continues her movements, letting him grind against her hand as his cum spurts out to stain her shirt. She coos in her ear softly, ""You haven't changed. Always thinking with your cock. Hmmm. And to think if you had held out a little longer, I would have let you feel my mouth. That's just too bad. And you lost the game too. But knowing you, you'll stay hard no matter what I do, even if the very next thing is putting you in my sheath... I didn't really tell you what happens at the end of it, did I? Do you want to know?" Her paw grips his cock tightly now, stroking it more roughly in an attempt to keep it hard, "You'll be swallowed and suckled and pulled in, just like a throat. The muscles are so very strong. I still remember when it was done to me, feeling them rippling, dragging me deeper and deeper as I struggled. I bet you'd have jacked off if you saw me being swallowed down and heard my cries for help. Well, I think you'll go the same way. And at the end, you'll be in my balls. Can you imagine what happens there?" She giggles and pulls back a little. That's when she strikes. Her forepaw lashes out, sliding against the wall and then pushing behind his knees. At the same time, her powerful arm slides around him to hold him up even as his legs are pulls out from under him. Her body leans forward and within moments, his feet, once safe on the ground are in the air and pressing into that gaping sheath she's been so pleasantly describing. With him now in position, she drops her entire body to the ground, taking him with her while half pinning him beneath her body, though not so heavily that the wrinkles lips of her sheath can't start swallowing on his feet, ankles and calves to pull in inward. Her hand slips away from his cock, letting it slide against her underside, "Poor Chris... Your cock is going to get you in over your head for the last time."
 
Chris: Chris instinctively bites on one of her nipples, not hard enough to tear, but maybe a bit too rough. "F-fuck..." He moans and squirms, his cock still twitching in her hand, throbbing in continued orgasm even as he runs out of his seed. "R-Rainbow, please..." He starts to beg, starts to plead, but her taunts shut him up in a hurry. They just humiliate him, at first, as she describes getting dragged down...and the throb of his cock and whimpered denial as she accuses him of being the type to watch and masturbate as she was killed in an oversized sheath! "P-please forgive...m-me," he whimpers, out of places to run, having to focus on her words. "I-I can't...imagine...please just-!" He yells out in fear as he's swept off his feet, his shoed feet slipping into that prison! Squirming does him nothing against her weight and strength, the shemale overpowering him easily. "Let me go, Rainbow! I'm sorry! I learned my lesson!" He pleads, freaking out as he tries to struggle fruitlessly...but the only thing he can feel is his cock sliding through her fur, and that hot, marshy slurping advancing up his calves, soaking his pants through as he looks up at her with terrified desperation!
 
RainbowtheCaiten: "You learned your lesson?" Rainbow answers with a slight growl. She is drunk. It might not show in her huge frame, but she was not herself. She'd gone into this intending to scare him, to make him quiver a bit, perhaps even apologize. But she'd not counted on being drunk, nor the patch that had been applied to her several hours earlier. The craving is intense, as is the feeling of power. Here is the man who hurt her and led her to being turned into a monster, being shown just what kind of monster he'd caused her to become. In her lust and alcohol addled brain, it seems like a perfect consequence for his actions... and as his feet slide into the wet, hot sheath and it's fleshy lips close over his ankles, calves and then his knees, the sensations only cement her conviction. She wasn't REALLY going to take him in all the way. Just scare him enough to make him change. At least that is her intent for the moment. Her sheath begins it's work, the strong muscle walls starting to contract in a deadly perverted form of peristalsis. The wrinkled fleshy lips of her sheath are like the lips of a mouth, nibbling upward, greedily trying to pull in more. After a few moments, Rainbow doesn't even have to help, her sheath's muscular contractions doing all the work. Even though his pants, he'd feel them rippling, pulling him downward. Rainbow lets out a soft moan, the sensations running over her in waves. It's like nothing she's ever felt before. She can feel him so distinctly. Every curve of his legs. The rumpled fabric of his pants... everything. And it feels AMAZING. After a few moments of savoring it, she finally answers him, her head cocking as she looks down at him over her breasts, a slightly teasing smirk on her lips, "You're sorry? What are you sorry for Chris? You wanted to put your cock in me. In about a minute, it will be. Maybe you'll even cum in me too. You really have an eager cock. Nothing seems to get him down. Not even being eaten alive by a shemale skunk's genitals. Don't you remember when we were dating? You wanted me to be kinkier. This must be like a dream come true!" Her balls gurgle right then and she gasps at the sensation. She's never done this before... and the sensations are incredible. Her breath starts to come faster... God... was this what Cocoa felt when Rainbow was stolen?
 
Chris: Chris just screams in terror. What else can he do? His arms wrap around her forelegs, his firm midriff flexing and legs kicking as he tries to get some sort of freedom, some few inches back from that sick, swallowing sheath. He can feel it, his shoes coming loose, his socks pulled off in the process, those powerful, muscular waves dragging them down into her sack in moments. He can't look down, his expression nothing but terror as he desperately tries to shift his grip on her legs, his arms pulled up over his head as that rippling flesh tugs him deeper. The pressure of the sheath's maw, the heat of the wet, slick pre soaking through his clothing, just hits those primal buttons: he's being eaten. Devoured. Hunted down. His physical struggles are only slowing her down, the slow crawl of her sheath inching upwards, working its way over his hard thighs until his exposed nuts and still-throbbing shaft reach the entrance of that slimy throat. "I'm sorry I yelled at you! I'm sorry I dumped you! I'll give you anything you want, half my fortune, the family business, JUST DON'T TURN ME INTO A FREAK!" He yells, actually managing to leverage himself a couple inches away with a lewd slurping, his balls exposed to fresh air again for a few seconds. "I'll let you be in charge! Whatever you want! I'll eat your pussy every night if you demand it!" He clearly doesn't understand what 'shemale' means, not that it'll matter to him after the next couple hours. He's shaking with the effort to resist her sheath, his body quickly tiring against those ravenous muscles...
 
RainbowtheCaiten: She watches Chris, the boy, now man that she'd once idolized as he screams and blubbers beneath her. He is trapped, kept there by her weight atop her, like a large cat trapping her prey beneath her. Though his struggles slow down the inexorable progress of his sheath, the slow progress of his body inwards is unstoppable. As his shoes and socks disappear, his skin becomes soaked with the liquid hot precum that lubricated her sheath. All his begging and promises wash over her ears and she flicks them at him, her eyes just watching as her body is wracked with the intense and powerful sensations of having a body being dragged into it for the first time. The feeling is incredible, so intense that she can almost taste him, his fear, his flesh, and even his balls as they are nibbled over by the thick muscular lips that are so hungrily devouring him. She shivers at the sensation and the taste, her lips parting to let out a low pleasured moan. Her eyes drift shut, tuning out everything but the feeling of having him in her sheath and how those muscular walls ripple and taste and feel every inch of his body. And it seems to only be getting stronger. He pulling and gripping at her forelegs only keeps him back for a few long seconds before his balls slide in, followed by his cock and his hips. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps not, but his cock and balls almost seem to get special attention, the hot wet flesh form fitting around his shaft, pressing it to his belly while tightly gripping and massaging it with each wave of muscle contractions around him. More and more of his body slips in, the lips nibbling higher and higher as his feet enter into the chamber down below... the place he'll never return from. It is then she seems to regain her senses, just as his head starts to disappear beneath her furry body.... "Oh Chris," She murmurs softly, her eyes dreamy and distant. She wasn't even sure when she made her decision. It just felt so good. She might as well tell him... "Baby, You won't be a freak. Don't you understand? You're going to be processed. I'm not even really Rainbow. I'm just what's left of her after her body was dissolved into cum and used to make me. Once you go in, you're going to be cum. Just like the stuff you used to squirt into all the girls you liked to fuck."
 
Chris: He has no idea what his struggles are doing to her, what his terror and desperate struggles are creating in her. He's prey, and he acts like prey, whining and squirming and trying to defy his fate. A fate that becomes all the more vivid and horrific when his manhood is dragged into that swampy prison. The lewd, wet noises become so much more real when there's bare flesh exposed to the glossy, slimy interior of her sheath. She can feel his cock throbbing, hard, against that lining, each ripple making a few droplets of his pre mix with her own. She's...she's getting off on this! It hits him then, that she's honestly aroused by what she's doing, and it silences him. His mind is cracking, just a little, his arms weakening as he's dragged deeper. The opening into her sack is almost relieving, with his feet finding some open space to try to squirm again, the hot, moist air stirred noisily as the bottoms of his feet slap the surface of the seed below.
 
It's her next words that give him some second wind! Dissolved...into cum? His body made into jizz? It...wasn't possible...but then, neither was the creature currently stuffing him into her ballsack! "Please! I'll give you everything! Whatever you want! Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, Rainbow, I'm sorry! I never meant for you to get hurt! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He's shrieking in terror, the lips of that ravenous sheath obvious as they flex and ripple up under his arms, the human only stopping when his traitorous cock suddenly throbs and starts to cum, hot, sticky seed spurted up against his belly and mixed with her pre.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: Some primal instinct has been awoken in the large skunktaur, her prey was struggling and desperate to get free, his voice was loud and urgent and it all seemed to only heighten her need and pleasure. Some part of her knows this is wrong, that this struggling, pitiful man who is so pleasurably being dragged into her distended sheath, shouldn't be eaten. Perhaps hours from now, she'll feel remorse, but now... now, her mind is filled with the pleasure of it, and the masochistic delight of making him know exactly what is in store for him. His body is pulled deeper and deeper, his feet in her heavy sack soon joined by his ankles and calves. Were she not reclining on her paws, he would make quite the sight, bulging out that thinly furred distended tube of flesh along her belly that should have been hiding a cock. She pants continuously now, her moans soft and sensual in the small room. The sounds of her sheath are clearly audible, wet squelching and gurgles. The scent is powerful too, the scent of animal musk and sex and cum. As the wet lips of her sheath reach his chest, that is when he loses it and cums... The sensation makes Rainbow gasp and then shudder, his body being rumbled with hers as she reacts to the intensity of the moment. She feels every part of it... his cock tightening and then jerking, the cum spitting out to join the precum already coating his body. She speaks then finally, her voice shaky and needful, "Good boy Chris! you came... You came hard. I guess anything can get you off. You want this, don't you? You want me to devour you. Hmmmm." She pants and pushes herself to her feet. With his arms still free, he might be able to struggle still, but his body is rapidly being crammed into her sack and the sheath isn't slowing down. If anything, the muscle contractions are getting faster, squeezing his body and his cock, his body rapidly sliding deeper until only his head and arms are free. arms are forced upward as the sheath nibbles higher, lips that seem as strong as thick steel cable. Rainbow shudders, her sack starting to feel full. In that sack, her cum has already begun its work. His shoes, expensive leather, have already been dissolved. His body, that which has slid into her sack has begun to be worked on as well, a pleasurable tingle starting to radiate from his lower extremities. She giggles, drunkenly, bending her torso down so she can look at him and watch her sheath crawl upwards over his neck towards his chin, "Will you cum for me again? Please? It felt amazing to make you cum while my genitals eat you. Please baby?" As if to tease him, his cock is squeezed and rippled over intensely. Whether it's her or just the natural progression of things, is impossible to tell.
 
Chris: There's something about the situation that's just crippling to Chris's psyche. He's the 'big man', the 'ladyslayer', the most virile man around! And yet, the sticky, thick, musky seed of this monster is utterly destroying any notions he had of virility as it clings to his swinging feet! He can feel them impact the soft, smooth inner lining, the sensation of his toes vanishing in a burst of tingling, pleasurable numbness as the tiny digits melt far more rapidly than the rest. That, combined with her mocking words, makes him moan in fear for the last time as his cock throbs and pulses again, his balls managing to force out an even larger load than before! Over a cup of jizz, but it's a pittance versus what's below, his eyes rolling back in his head as that ravenous sleeping bag slurps over his head. The rest of him is fairly easy for her, just his fingers helplessly flexing as he's dragged down into her processors, forced to curl up in the small amount of musky air and growing pull of hot cum. It stuck to him, clung to his skin, sent bolts of pleasure and heat through him...and once again revives his cock! He can't believe it himself, starting to jack off, the hot, digestive seed surrounding him his only source of lube in this murderous prison! From the outside, she can see his movements, feel every slosh and swirl, every bounce and bulge as he tries to press his legs out through the flesh, his head and stumpy calves just forming bulges in her flesh as he desperately tries to cum again!
 
RainbowtheCaiten: The taur watches her prey, feeling his body pulled in. Her sheath almost has a mind of its own, eagerly swallowing him in. Those thick slimy lips crawling up over his face, hot slimy flesh covering his skin higher and higher until only his arms are free. From there, it is all over. With nothing holding him back from the outside, he is free to slide in, the strong muscular contractions making quick work of him. As the last of him disappears, she feels his second orgasm and shivers with a soft groan, her sheath spasming as if in orgasm, the skunk delighting in his humiliation at being forced to cum not once but twice while being devoured by her sheath. Her Rainbow watches all of it, from the bulge he makes in her sheath to the new one he makes in her heavy sack. She shudders in pleasure at his movements in her sack. All around him in the dull red chamber, cum drips down, splashing on his body, coating his skin. Now begins the processing in earnest. Even as his mind cracks and he descends in to madness, desperate to cum again, the walls of his new home contract around him, pushing the cum higher around him, covering him completely. The tingle would cover his entire body, a pleasurable and intense sensation that would overwhelm him and consume him as he fades away. The skunk lifts her head and stumbles back to the bed to flop onto his, her heavy scrotum sagging and bulging with its contents. She lays on her side and pants, this current part even more intense than taking him in. She feels his every movement. But oddly, the most pleasure comes from feeling his struggles and movement grow weaker. The less he moves, then better it feels... She speaks to him one last time as he body quickly succumbs to it's fate... her voice low and drunk with pleasure, "Fuck Chris... Process down for me. All you were ever good for was cumming. Now you'll be great load of it!"
 
Chris: Terror, lust and confusion swamped any chance of rational thought the human had. It had to be a dream, a strange, fucked-up dream that he'd wake up from any second now, probably as soon as he'd cum again! The gibbering voice in the back of his head craving a way out was swamped, though, by the virile scent of jizz, clinging to every inch of exposed skin, smeared over him and sloshed against him as his hands continue their manic pumping of his throbbing shaft. He tried to stretch out, to straighten his legs, twisting and turning as he strove to defy the sack forcing him to curl up, keeping him from getting a good angle to stroke himself and threatening his lips with the tip of his own cock. It certainly made for some lovely imprints in her sack, an elbow here, a knee there, sliding helplessly around the slick chamber as he's buried in the creamy tide. As his shaft dipped under the surface, there was a strange sensation from his hidden sack, a sudden emptiness in his gut marking the moment his shaft just started wilting helplessly. Her cum splashed up onto his face as he pumped desperately, trying to revive his manhood, but there was just the hot sensation of her cum flowing through his fingers as it melted away in his hand. He didn't have much time to mourn his loss, though, as he was finally submerged in her seed, some of it already made of his own body. The lack of air renewed his struggles, the male doing his best to fight back as he was bounced on the bed, but he was already starting to fade completely...the last sensation he had was the sound of her taunt, reaching his ears before he melted completely.
 
RainbowtheCaiten: The sensations and sight of her former boyfriend struggling in her bloated sack are almost too much to bear. Half drunk and certainly drunk with the power she feels, the hidden shaft that her distended sheath might well have been expected to hold begins to stir. Her kind, twisted as it is, is fully functional. How else would they dispose of their "workings" to be used to create more of their kind? That shaft, once flattened and sealed to the upper length of her sheath begins to engorge, swelling and filling with blood. Her time with Cocoa had taught her that such reactions should be controllable. How else would one save their work for pumping into a vat for use in the cloning process their bodies were created to assist? But in this case, the reaction is biological, almost human. The intensity of the situation, the thrill of power over her one-time dickhead boyfriend, the sensations and the knowledge of Chris' fate over-ride any such restrictions. Were she thinking in her right frame of mine, Rainbow might not even mind. As it is, that shaft swells, quickly engorging and distending to plump up her saggy sheath and then emerge from the wrinkled lips like a angry red canon, complete with a gaping open muzzle of a slit that winks and pulses with need. Angry purple veins begin to swell along the length of it as it continues to grow, sliding out of her sheath inch by inch, wet slurps marking its growth. Rainbow's breath comes out in soft moaning gasps, the churning in her balls and the sight of the various bulges Chris makes while moving desperately inside them pushing her rapidly to the brink. Her head lifts for a moment and she stares at her growing cock, the thing easily as thick as Chris's leg might have been. The movement in her sack begin to wane and her eyes widen.
 
The realization of it all hits her right then and she shudders hard. "Oh... Oh god. I fucking did it. I processed you Chris!" She exclaims hotly, her mixed sudden shame and perverse delight pushing her over the edge. Her shaft begins to swell, then throb, the cum that once was Chris pulled upward. The orgasm hits her like a bomb and she loses control, her voice turning into a half shriek... "Chris! Oh Fuck... Fuck!" Her cock spasms and begins to cum. The thick cocklips spread open and a gout of cum, almost as if from a garden hose, Sprays forward, splattering onto the wall of the shuttle wetly. Gout after gout is pushed from her cock after the initial spurt, each stronger than the last. Rainbow writhes where she lays, almost overwhelmed by the sensations, her cries becoming incoherent with her pleasure. That fucking asshole has become her first victim, processed down to nothing by a massive load of cum that her cock is now painting the walls of her shuttle with. Cum sprays everywhere, covering the walls, the ceiling, the fixtures... dripping down to pool on the floor and all over her, matting her luxurious fur with seed. And it doesn't stop until that heavy jizz filled sack is practically empty, every bit that used to be Chris now outside her body, proof of just how effective her balls really were.
 
When it is all done, Rainbow lays there in a daze, her body covered in spunk, panting heavily. She looks and feels completely and totally fucked, like she's had the best fuck of her life. Slowly, her wits come back to her and she blinks... Fuck. What has she done?
 
Rainbow closes her eyes and sighs. After all the grief she'd given her creator for turning her into the monstrosity she was... Cocoa would never let her hear the end of this. She'd broken her vow and processed a human being.
 
Well, she decided at the moment, if it had to be anyone, at least it was Chris.