Anima chuckles, and wraps his paws around Cougar. Rolling onto his back, he examines the prize. "Mmmm...what do you think Strega? How many pounds?"
Ralgha is slowly swallowed down, becoming a wriggling lump within hir throat, as him slips down into hir waiting belly, swelling it slightly!
Ralgha has left.
Strega settles to the floor a few meters from Anima, keeping herself lined up to appear smaller. "You? Oh, seven fifty, I'd say."
Cougar yowls and struggles...
Anima smiles at the meal's struggles, and scritches him. Kitties like playing with their food. "Not quite what I meant, dear."
Strega clucks softly to the huge badger.
Cougar mews, not able to break the larger feline's iron grip. He's still squirming though.
Strega blinks. "Oh! About 175, I'd say. And lean." She smiles.
Badger darts his glance up at the cluck, looking the weaseloid over curiously for a moment..
Anima nods, licking his chops. Slowly he shifts bipedal and sits up, holding Cougar in front of him by his shoulders. "Heads or tails, Cougar? (Sorry Athe)"


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Name Sex Species ('whospe #help' for help)
Thermoriax female Dragon, Silver
Badger Male Giant (non-morphic) Badger
Anima male black bipedal panther
Strega female Many-legged sable weaseloid
[A Mage Light] [none] [Magic Glowing Orb | GryphRaptor]
GryphRaptor Hermaph Elephantaur
Cougar male cougar
Raziel[asleep] male Anthropomorphic Wolf

GryphRaptor settles hirself comfortably, rumbling in pleasure as shi massages the bulge Ralgha makes within hir
Cougar gulps nervously. "Uh...tails..."
Ralgha slowly dissapears as him is absorbed...
Ralgha has arrived.
Strega smiles. "Hello, Ralgha."
Anima nods solemnly, and neatly inverts the cougar. His legs slip between the panther's lips, caressed and slicked down by his tongue. "As you wish..."
You whisper, "As in, stunned him with drugs and then...fed." to Thermoriax.
GryphRaptor rewaves as shi pads heavily in
Cougar mews nervously, not wanting to get eaten either way, but not really having much choice.
Ralgha blinks at the badger, and hides his paws behind his back.
Badger glances up at the tiger, looking him over a moment..
Anima nods to his unspoken words, no choice at all. He swallows, the legs are pulled in up to the knees. Anima's taking his time tonight...
Ralgha sees the elephantaur, and decides to hide his whole self behind hir.
Cougar yowls, but doesn't struggle, not really having anything to push against, and hangs from Anima's mouth, upside down...
Anima leans back against the wall, lifting Cougar and gently sliding him down his gullet. He sinks in to his waist, tongue still slathering his frame with thick, warm drool.
Strega rises to her paws and pads forward, brushing her soft fur against the big panther's shoulder. She pads past, curling herself around him, a cuddly wall of black and white fur. There's no concealing it now, she's many times her previous size. Several of her many paws move to stroke the happy Anima as he feeds.
Cougar blinks, alarmed at how quickly he's being devoured. Half of him is already inside the panther! He begins struggling now, pushing against Anima's muzzle as hard as he can, trying to pull his legs back out of the feline's bulging neck...
GryphRaptor grins and gently caresses Ralgha as he hides behind hir massive bulk
Anima purrrrs, slitting his eyes as he enjoys the wriggling shape inside him. Strega's paws relax him further, and he swallows again. Cougar sinks in further, past his navel, then a few inches more as the bigger kitty's throat works again.
Ralgha wave sto Dhaemon, coming out from hiding as the badger disappears. He cuddles up against Gryph, stroking hir bulging belly.
Cougar yowls in a slightly higher pitch, feeling powerful muscles grip his legs and effortlessly drag his body further into Anima's body. He pushes harder against Anima's muzzle, but he's rapidly losing leverage. His waist makes a large bulge in the panther's neck, and his feet are rapidly approaching his stomach!
Anima moves his paws to Cougar's head, pressing on the top of his skull, forcing his body down the slick tunnel. His outline is faintly visible in the panther's thickly-cushioned neck...
Strega curls just a little closer around the big panther and his meal, another paw moving to stroke the fat, hungry cat. Another paw brushes Cougar's head for a moment. Others stroke...and slowly tighten their grip on the happy panther.
Anima nestles back against Strega trustingly, swallowing thickly...
Cougar's paws slip, and his arms splay out to each side, then upward as the helpless kittty slips further into Anima's throat! His head ultimately sinks into Anima's mouth, where he lets out a huge screech!
Anima drops beachtowel.
Cougar slides in, and Anima's salivating jaws close behind the meal, tongue retracting behind.
Cougar has left.
Anima gulps once more, then settles back against Strega and sighs. "MMmm, nice...Strega, is there more of you?"
GryphRaptor smiles and strokes Ralgha gently as he cuddles against hir large lowerbody, "comfy
Strega lifts her great muzzle, pink nosepad brushing against Anima's shoulder as he swallows. "Mmmm." She strokes his neck as the bulge moves downward. "I love watching others feed." Half a dozen paws grips just a little tighter, three more moving to join them.
Dhaemon rumbles , "Looks like it Strega *chuckles*"
GryphRaptor whispers, "GryphRaptor smiles and wonders if you'd like gryphon/raptor for dinner tonight? or are you going to be logging off soon?" to you.
You whisper, "Well, there's Anima here, and there won't be enough time after that. It might have to wait for the right day." to GryphRaptor.
GryphRaptor whispers, "GryphRaptor nods, "ok :)" to you.
Ralgha mreows at the big lion.
Anima shifts a bit uncomfortably. "That's a bit tight, dear..." He finally opens his eyes, gazing into Strega's. His trust is wavering...
Strega's muzzle lifts, two-foot whiskers flicking upward in a smiles. "Ah, Anima...." Her long furry form closes in on the panther, a dozen huge paws nearly concealing what panther can be seen past the enclosing furry walls. "How much do you weigh, I wonder?" Her muzzle slides over her own coil, approaches his muzzle. "Close to a thousand, I think." A string of drool drips from her lips.
Anima growls dangerously, applying steady pressure to the limbs trapping him. But he feels so full and satisfied...putting up any kind of a fight would upset his digestion horribly..."I really need to start carrying a muzzle-mounted taser..."
Strega waves her long tail to Roni.
Badger pages, "Goodnight." to you.
You page, "Have fun! And may you remember a dream for once." to Badger.
Strega wraps Anima in her coil, black and white fur on his black, like a massive serpent enfolding her prey. "Dear Anima." She bumps her nosepad against his much smaller one. "Taser...what a cruel thought." For a moment, she seems to yawn, jaws creaking audibly. "Don't you trust me?"
Anima grumbles. "Not sure anymore...all those nights I wake up with a memory gap. I know a few of them were aliens, but the others...?" He sighs, and licks Strega's nose. "Not that I can prove anything of course. Maybe a video camera would work better than the taser..."
Strega shifts several of her many paws, lifting her coil into the air slightly. "Anima, Anima, Anima. So untrusting." She rubs her cheek against the trapped panther. "This is how the memory gaps happen." Her great wedge-shaped jaws suddenly gape, slipping sideways over the panther's head.
Cougar grins, and snuggles the old friend dragon.
Anima groans, "My distrust was well placed, it seems." He struggles as fiercely as possible, expending every ounce of his strength in an effort to escape. His silky pelt surges as the muscles beneath strain, and his eyes blaze out of sight in Strega's mouth...
Strega pushes her jaws over Anima's head, the trapped panther's yowl muffled as his muzzle slips along her huge tongue. Her furry cheeks bulge as she takes in his head, snugging her jaws up against his wide shoulders. Already the unfortunate panther's muzzle has slipped into her gullet, as her many paws bear down with all her strength, muffling the panther's struggles.
Thermoriax lovingly grooms Cougar's muzzle before offering him a space on her shoulders... Her head and neck lower, offering him an easy way to clamber up...
Cougar tries to scramble up on Thermoriax, but slips and falls off.
Thermoriax offers to carry Cougar with her.
Cougar scrambles up on Thermoriax.
Anima falls limp, exhausted, muscles burning with lactic acid. His shoulders slump in defeat, easing inside Strega's jaws. His claws pop out, the only defense he has left...the muscled paws driving them limp and spent.
Strega waves her long tail to the two friends.
Thermoriax lifts her head, looking back at her dearlove, and smiles...

Strega works her jaws forward, her sable neck-fur bulging as Anima's head slips into her throat. Her jaws strain, much too narrow for the task ahead. But she twists her muzzle all the way to one side, locks her inward-pointing side fangs into the panther's shoulders. And then twists the other way, straining to stretch her jaws wider. There is a wet *pop!* as her jaws unhinge, lower jaw stretching down on elastic ligaments. The side fangs on the other side of her jaw dig into the panther's other shoulder. One side and then the other, she pushes her jaws forward like a serpent, stretching them wider. Anima's shoulders don't seem like such an impossible obstacle any more! She coils tightly around him, easily capable of crushing the life from the powerful fur. But she's content to hold him helpless, pin his arms to his sides. Her paws grip his arms and legs, ready to muffle any struggle.
Anima whispers, "Anima ACKS!" to you.
You whisper, "Couldn't quite manage 11. Sigh." to Anima.
Strega blinks as she realizes there are others here. Wow. She got caught up in her work.
Anima knows when he's beaten, and relents to the relentless consumption. The only remaining sign of life is his slinky tail, twitching spasmodically outside Strega's grasp. His talons slide in and out in stress, and inside her his moans and mewls of general discontent are muffled by the surrounding flesh. Escape is impossible...the only remaining route is down. Why does this seem so familiar?
Anima whispers, "Anima sighs, how am I ever going to compete anymore with all these ten plus-liners..." to you.
Strega works her jaws over Anima's shoulders, his space-black fur disappearing into her equally sable-furred cheeks bit by bit. Her neck bulges heavily as she takes in his shoulders and begins to advance along his chest, her furry coil and many paws shifting bit by bit to let her muzzle advance. Her slick gullet takes in inch after inch of the huge, fat cat, his outline clearly displayed in her stretched pelt. Gray skin begins to show through her thick sable neck-fur, as she takes him in to the mid-chest.
You whisper, "Blame that one on your mentioning the 11-liner. And the save." to Anima.
Anima whispers, "Anima bites his tail mentally. Bad panther!" to you.
Strega frees up a paw to waves more formally to Tryst, and her other friends as well.
Ashentaine pads in quietly.
Fraxx says, "Greetings, Ashentaine."
Ashentaine wavies his tail-tip. :)
Strega waves her long tail happily to the uberwoozle. "Mmmmf."
Strega takes a moment to rests, furs on her flanks stirring as she breathes through her rear slits.
Strega waves her long *note---weaselpede* tail to Rayce.
Rayce mrrps softly and wisely hides behind ashe
Anima sighs as he's pulled deeper, tail lashing angrily. Feelings of betrayal, annoyance, and sorrow wash through him. He won't be able to enjoy the nice Cougar-meal he ate, and will never see the light of another day...how sterotyped! He moans quietly as his pectorals glide across the mustelid's tongue, frightening in speed...
Ashentaine laughs!

Strega shifts a handful of massive paws, gripping Anima's forearms, waist and hips and shoving him into her muzzle. Her dislocated jaws stretch around his paunch, so stretched that each bone and tendon can be made out through her pelt. Muscles ripple under her pelt for the first time, a reflexive swallow. But her powerful throat can't get a good enough grip on the panther...yet. Another surge of her paws, and the luckless cat slips into her up to his waist. A dozen paws grip him yet, the panther's hips, legs and even tail restrained as the weaselpede feeds.
Anima yowls in frustration as his tail is restrained, his only method of expressing himself anymore! His rippling belly slowly sinks inside the gaping jaws, hindlegs twitching in the steel grasp that holds them. Breathing is becoming a problem...
Nimravid has arrived.
Nimravid wrrumbles, "Mrowr, fuzzies."
Rayce hugs nim!
Nimravid peers around. Food?
Rayce blinks, he shrugs and cuddles in under Nimravids soft tummy..
Strega slips her jaws over the crest of Anima's Cougar-swollen belly, and her neck swells suddenly. The panther's own belly helps pull him in, the pressure of the weaselpede's jaws squeezing his belly and rump. She snaps her jaws forward hard, and her stretched gullet takes in another foot of the unfortunate cat. Another snap, and her paws fall away. Neck grossly swollen, she lifts her muzzle, kicking panther legs and lashing tail protruding from her jaws.
Nimravid mrowrrfs.
Ralgha mreows at Nimravid and Geena.
Nimravid guesses Strega's been hogging plenty of the edible furs. :)
Anima writhes sinuously inside Strega's throat, struggles only easing him deeper inside. At last his tail is free again! It lashes violently, curling around his pred's muzzle in a final display of displeasure with his current situation.
Strega blinks at the cat, and holds up just *1* claw.
Nimravid hmms. Awww.
Nimravid paws at Rayce with one paw.
Rayce rolls on his baw and mrowls?

Anima whispers, "What's the magic word?" to you.
w anima=Ome more pose, dear. Ribcount.
Rayce pawpaws back at the big paw
Anima disappears for good as Strega's jaws close behind him. The weaseloid's sable neck-fur is swollen with a heavy, struggling bulge, and as she stretches out her neck, muscles work powerfully under the fur. The bulge wriggles pitifully as it begins its long slide down her length to her belly....
Anima has left.
>> Anima has just entered inside Strega's gullet.
I don't see the player named "anima" here.
Nimravid rrrrs and looks around then, wondering whether to get a snack himself.
Anima pages, "Found it, nevermind... ;K)" to you.
Strega snaps her jaws back hard, and again. Inward-pointing side fangs dig into Anima's pelt, keeping him from slipping out...but they only grip one way, and at the end of each snap, he's bolted deeper into her throat. He slips in quickly now, a massive swelling in sable neck-fur. One more snap, and her wedge-shaped jaws close. A panthertail twitches from one corner of her muzzle, and she flicks her whiskers in a smile. And swallows...
Inside your gullet, Anima just entered inside Strega's gullet from an exit on Scanjammer.
Ralgha smiles at Nimravid
Strega licks her chops as the huge bulge slips down her length. "Mmmm. Stuffed panther."
Inside your gullet, In inside Strega's gullet, Anima mewls in disgust, as he slides deeper inside you...though the slick fresh pressing against him has aroused his pantherhood involuntarily...
spoof #recent
>> Anima has just entered almost gone.
Inside your gullet, Anima has arrived.
>> Anima has just entered waiting room.
Inside your gullet, Anima is pushed through the ring of muscle, but squirms toward the lit side. he vanishes with an organic sucking noise, but from the lack of an agonized scream, is perhaps not digesting just yet.
Inside your waiting room, Anima is pushed through the ring of muscle into the room with you.
Inside your waiting room, Anima has arrived.

Rayce nuzzles against the soft tummy fur of the sabercat
>> You quietly morph to 'Full weaselpede (about a ton o' furs).'.
Rayce wavers to geena too!
Geena whatwheres? legendary?
Strega muffles a heavy belch with a paw, and presses another paw against the big bulge in her flanks.
You page, "Sorry about no TS for you this time. Somehow I forgot." to Anima.
Strega blinks at the big black woozle. "Silly uberwoozle. Why the 'eeek?'"
In a page-pose to you, Anima nuzzles your inner wall. "Forget it, it's not important. Besides, I've had enough of it lately...(For some reason)
Nimravid hmmrfs, one yummy-looking kitty gone.
McGuffin says, "Who was it this time, Strega? Anyfur I know?"
Strega sighs and curls up around her now-bulging belly. "What I meant, McGuffin, is that I didn't realize what you wanted until it was too late to stop. Instincts, you know. Who? Anima."