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Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.[/i]\n\n[b]Char List:[/b]\nLynx pred.\nChillet prey.\nCattiva .. well she just helps =3\n\nCreatures are from the game Pal world, though it’s still relevant to those that have not played it. If you have not played it a little clarity: A cattiva is basically an anthro cat, a chillet is a noodle dragon of the frost flavour. And creatures can be captured in balls cos .. well it worked for Pokémon so why not lol! Apologies if I spelt cattiva wrong any place, I think I ended up with about 8 different ways of typing it before I finally gave in and looked it up X3\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Ch-chillet? – (cleaner version)
This still contains “realism in bodily fluids”, so any pee or poop is not focused on strongly, is not intentionally portrayed in a sexual light, but may still get a mention for realism sake.

For scat and water sports version: Click here ya filthy freak.
You have been warned.

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and should remain that way. Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.

Char List:
Lynx pred.
Chillet prey.
Cattiva .. well she just helps =3

Creatures are from the game Pal world, though it’s still relevant to those that have not played it. If you have not played it a little clarity: A cattiva is basically an anthro cat, a chillet is a noodle dragon of the frost flavour. And creatures can be captured in balls cos .. well it worked for Pokémon so why not lol! Apologies if I spelt cattiva wrong any place, I think I ended up with about 8 different ways of typing it before I finally gave in and looked it up X3
", "writing": "[b]Char List:[/b]\nLynx pred.\nChillet prey.\nCattiva .. well she just helps =3\n\n[i][b]Disclaimer:[/b] This is purely fictional and should remain that way. Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.[/i]\n\n[center][u][b]Ch-chillet? – (cleaner version)[/b][/u][/center]\n\n“Try the balls, try making a friend to hunt with. Team work makes things more interesting.”\nHe huffs arms on hips watching the cattiva plucking berries from a bush then instantly passing them to him.\n“No, you eat them like the painfully obedient freak you are.”\n\nHe snorts watching the cattiva simply pop them into her mouth without saying a word. It actually makes him queasy to watch it and he looks away. He glances back only to see the cattiva copying his pose perfectly paws on hips just watching him, intently waiting for some kind of instruction.\n\n“Uuh..” He quickly changes his pose feeling sudden discomfort in matching the berry munching cat. “Do uhh…” he pauses a long moment, “Do, do you remember the meat I gave you? Was that not like … better?”\n\nThe cattiva remains with a fixed expression of waiting.\n\n“In any way?” He sighs, “I have never seen a cat eat plants as much as you. Come to think of it I’ve never had anyone so willing to be helpful ether. I’m not sure what is worse. Its.. ” he scratches his head the cattiva looking back at him with a smile before running off behind him some place. “It’s, something I guess we can work on. At least I got a female.” He giggles to himself looking around, only to note the cattiva quickly assuming the tail up position. “What, no! I’m just talking about it I don’t right this very second. You’re hard work.”\n\nThe cattiva gives him a thumbs up then starts making a pile of rocks leaving him once more scratching his head.\n\n“You know I didn’t plan on settling here too long. We lynx tend to roam the land a bit, a lot of hunting, meat.. I don’t eat.. you know.. berries.” Another blank look of expectance burns through his soul, it would surely be a lot of work training this cattiva to hunt with him. “Look if you want to be helpful make me some more bolts for my crossbow ok, you were pretty good at that.”\n\nAnd with that the cattiva would get right to work selecting a small piece of broken glass or flint from a small pot, before starting to nap it to the shape of an arrow head.\n\nThe lynx on the other paw now he had the cattiva occupied, would be planning his next adventure.\n\nTales of a monster in the area from the frozen mountains had spiked his interest, he had also been given a selection of balls to capture it – should such a thing take his interest. He loved a fight, and people knew it would certainly take his eye. Perhaps that was the reason why people told him to try capturing things with the balls in the first place. ‘Dam-it’ he thought. ‘I kinda own them for these balls I guess. I hate being in det.’ He looks back at the cattiva that was now winding the fletchings to the shaft of an arrow. ‘Sacrifices may be made’ he giggles to himself wondering over to inspect the work. “How can you make those so dam fast! Even I can’t go that fast and I’ve made thousand’s!”\n\nThe cattiva just smiles at him placing the bolt onto a small pile then points behind him.\n\nThe lynx just look blankly. The cattiva sighs and makes thumping motions in the air with some sharp meows before pointing once more behind him. “You are an interesting one.” He murmurs but slowly looks behind him. There was a chill to the air and it made him feel uncomfortable and icy.\n\nThere before his eyes the large chillet stood on its hind legs looking right down at him, and at least triple the lynxes height in this position.\n\nHis ears drop suddenly, as the chillet makes a happy squeaking noise. This is rewarded with an ultra sphere directly to the face as the lynx rolls into a bush out of easy grab distance. The chillet just shakes her head blinking as the thing bounces off and breaks on the floor. She didn’t seem in the least bit bothered and instead just takes after the lynx with a playful yet hungry squeak.\n\nThe cattiva watches a moment. ‘Hmmm she could help, but then the lynx had always yelled at her not to while it was hunting before. Perhaps a more practical approach first.’\n\nThe lynx meanwhile unleashes some crossbow bolts at the chillet, only to see them obliterated by a wave of ice magic flying his way. “Waa fuck! What?! Why can’t the cat do that!?” He screams launching himself behind a tree for some cover. He was a very cold tolerant cat, but preferred the warmth like any other. And when frozen ice spikes were also involved, well, a large wall of frost heading your way is just a nope to be honest!\n\nThe second it passes, he pops his head back out and chucks an ultra sphere, followed by a legendary one. The first bounces off and smacks the cattiva on the head, who was still watching. The second erupts into a glowing ball of magic as it tries to trap the chillet within.\n\n“Finally, I thought I was gona have to just kill it.” He said letting out a long sigh of relief stowing his bow. Moments later the ball explodes as the chillet simply breaks free. Her expression appears humorous, tongue poking out and not to rushed to do anything about the lynx trying to capture her. It seemed more of an entertainment that he was trying, both to the chillet and the cattiva. The lynx on the other paw was not amuse, nor did he want another wall of ice coming his way. He begins flinging more random ultra spheres at the chillet, donk, donk, donk, donk. One by one that bounce off of her face in quick succession as she runs towards him. “Screw the balls then!” he announces swinging his blade at her. But with her thick hide she seemed not caring in the slightest about the short spike poking into her. The lynx is send flying back from a ‘playful’ head bump, landing next to the cattiva.\n\nThe cattiva sits him up quickly refilling his quiver with freshly made crossbow bolts before presenting him with a super basic, slightly broken looking sphere she had just made for him.\n\nHe screams inside. “Cattiva… If the really expensive balls don’t work then that’s not gona work either is it. Think about this. I know you eat berries but could you at least pretend you’re a carnivore and thump it one so I can sneak up on it? Or something.. I’m sure it won’t hesitate to eat you next you know.”\n\nThe chillet still amused nods in agreeance patting her rounded belly, watching them to see what they would try next. This was simply a game for her.\n\nThe cattiva holds up a paw with an ok and a wink before flinging the ball into the air seemingly at randomly. She then runs in head first, pummelling the living shit out of the chillet, winding it, leaving a look of discomfort on its face. Soon out of breath tho, the cattiva stops and runs back to the lynx giving him a thumbs up and tagging him as if to say your turn.\n\nThe chillet slightly annoyed, and surprised by this starts to cast a powerful ice spell with a look of ‘kill’ on her face rather than playful now. The lynx just looks for the nearest object to hide behind to ready his bow. But as sudden as the magical flow enters the air, it stop. The weak, badly made ball the cattiva had thrown randomly upwards, comes down and hits the chillet sucking it within and capturing it there and then.\n\n“Are you shitting me? How does that even work? Does it follow you or me now? More to the point why didn’t you tell me you were capable of smacking that thing up?” The cattiva just stands there looking blank for a moment before an idea sparks there mind. A moment later the filled ball is pressed firmly into the lynxes paw, then off again to look for more rocks that could be used to make arrow heads.\n\nHe dusts himself down. “Ok... whatever. Lets see what we got.” he unleashes the ball, before him the chillet pops into existence. He still found this magic ‘odd’. He inspects carefully but the chillet had other plans, turning to lick him and catching him of guard.\n\n“G-gah stop that! Uuh..” he wipes his face looking back at her. “Hold still.” She stands there just waiting. He thinks to himself, it was lucky the balls so far had not worked on him, but it was kinda frightening the fact maybe one could, and then he would be just as annoyingly obedient.\n\n“So. Hmm.. I guess I should ask what kinda thing can you do? Make me more crossbow bolts?”\n\nThe chillet shakes her head, no.\n\n“Right.. hunting? Collection possibly useful things?”\n\nShe continues shaking her head.\n\n“None of that I see.. You don’t just want to collect berries do you?”\n\nShe looks at a bush then back to him.\n\n“But you eat meat right?”\n\nShe nods strongly licking her lips and sniffing him.\n\n“Uh-hu.. So what do you do then? People said you were some monster you don’t seem very monstrous to me. You’d be bleeding out if I hadn’t been messing with these silly balls.”\n\nShe looks at the cattiva who looks back at her, a humorous look passes between them. Not a monster yet it was the cattiva had captured her not this lynx. She looks back down at the lynx then without much more warning coils around him and appears to go to sleep. The lynx just drums his paws on her furred side, slightly frustrated and trapped in her coil.\n\n“This isn’t very… I’m not sure what this is meant to be.. Wait..” he shifts a bit his body starting to feel an ice cold bite all over.\n\n“Oh gods! This is freezing!” He strains “Let me up! Let me free! Stop it!”\n\nShe stops standing once more a patch of frost on the ground where she had been.\n\n“You freeze things! How is that useful? Do you do anything else!?”\n\nShe shakes her head, nope.\n\n“Why do people capture these things?”\n\nShe smiles twisting around on the spot her long tail bumping and sliding along him as she lifts it presenting her rear to his face looking back with a wink. He licks his lips slowly.\n\n“W-wide… I-mean, well, yeah. I guess that makes sense. But I mean, got a cattiva for that, having two of you is going to be confusing.” She wiggles her rump at him nearly planting his face in there. “Oh no, I’m not saying no. Just, we cats tend to stick to one partner at a time. Hmm.. perhaps we can take a slightly different approach to it. I’m sure I can find a way for you to be useful. Without, the cold thing.”\n\nShe looks at him confused, tongue seemingly poking out permanently now as she sits keeping her expression.\n\n“Cattiva, remember that rope I made a trap with? Go dismantle the trap and bring me the rope, and try not to get stuck in it in the process this time.”\n\nHe looks back at the chillet.\n\n“Lets see just how willing you are.” He says with a playful slime gesturing for her to lay down.\n\nShe is only too happy to do so, letting him position her onto her back, where he explores his ‘prize’. Her smile grows as his paws stroke lower and lower as he explores. In no time parting her cloaca, and peeking within. Looking up to be sure she was still ‘willing’, if that was the right term to use, before starting to lap at her internal sweetness.\n\nShe squirms and wiggles, that harsh felines tongue like coarse sandpaper scraping repeatedly over her clit. Quickly the area swells a little and the lynx gets the strong scent of pheromones in the air. He looks down to her single opening, so moist a small puddle had even formed. He laps it up tasting, strong and salty and making her squirm even more so.\nHe presses his muzzle to the area giving smaller licks to her inner opening, the outer folds of her cloacal area wrapping around his muzzle a little as his short feline snout is only to happy to sink in. The poor chillet lets out a shrill of excitement, unable to control her self as her cloaca clenches firmly around the felines face, pulling his laps ever deeper into her hot internals. He feels her passage pulling on his tongue while salivating at her taste. And his only too happy to give more sinking in deeper yet until he feels the next sphincter deep within.\n\nHe licks over it hard getting a much sharper taste right away and making her clench firmly around his face. Perhaps he would have gone deeper, but the collection of heavenly female fluids around his muzzle was more than enough and he could only hold his breath for so long. He giggles muzzle soaked pushing in hard once more and licking her internally once again. Then slowly but surely he lets his tongue slip back from her burning salty depths and back into his muzzle, taking with it her gift of fluids to saturate his taste buds. He rolls his muzzle up looking at her still chin deep in her cloaca, slowly dribbling the mouthful of fluids he had captured into and over her before gulping the rests down with a pleased look.\n\n“Oh, look. It looks like the cattiva is starting to understand me.”\n\nHe grabs hold of the chillet’s hind leg, pulling it towards himself and pointing to the rope the cattiva had attached. “Well then. Time for you to understand how you can be useful.”\n\nHe giggles standing, unable to hide his excitement from them as he drags the chillet to reposition her over a large flat, stone outcrop. Above, a tree branch stretches across, of which the ropes are flung and pulled. The chillet finds her rear end lifted over her head giving her a good view of her own cloaca. She seems confused, but so far had been enjoying herself so is only too happy to lay in the odd bent position. The lynx half sits on her face, stroking her head looking down at it. “You think you can stay in this position? Lets see how strong this magic is eh?”\n\nAnd with that he stands on her chest to somewhat climb her, to reach that cloaca once more. Her tail rolling out behind her would leave her nicely exposed and an easy victim to his playful paw. A paw that is only too happy to dig in a few digits and scratch dully at her already wet passage.\n\nBut then things seem to venture a place she was not expecting.\n\nHer squirms increase, yet she tries to remain in place as instructed. A burning hot sting in her belly makes all her legs kick and run uncontrollable in the air however, as the lynx pushes his blade through her durable skin. At first it seems controllable, only a small incision around the front side of her cloaca. But it was deep and soon through the muscle. Nor would it stop there! Once the lynx had got a start, he continues guiding his short dull blade down her belly. The mouth-watering scent of bowels saturate the air as the chillet starts to catch a sight of her own internal organs. This only appears to make it hurt more getting the first shrill of discomfort from her. At the same time she appears to lose a little self-control as hot urine soon greets the lynx’s probing paw with force and starts to run down her soft white belly fur to mix with her blood. She looks up to see that she’s is coating her own intestines that begin to emerge from the cut. A glance upwards, catching a glimpse of the cattiva placing some meat baskets alongside her, before noticing the blood was starting to pool around her head. She shudders as the lynx starts squeezing her small intestine about with his free paw, licking them slowly before probing his muzzle deeper into her warmth. Her thick hot intestines happily rolling around his short snout. Shes feels a bit queasy, blood now staining her chest as she felt herself lose control a little more. No thanks to the lynx reaching up inside, following her large intestine to stroke the internal workings of her cloaca from the wrong side. Out of her control she feels her cloaca parting as dose the lynx.\n\nHis paw moves aside from its play as she begins to soil herself in front of him. She tries to squirm away a little, but the lynx wasn’t having it. He grasps her tail firmly pulling down hard so that she would simply clean out behind them. The lynx now with another paw free helps things along a little giving her cloaca area a good squeeze internally to be sure she was not going to make any more surprises later.\nHe continues his handy work, her cloaca and rectum mostly clear of matter. He would simply start ripping it from her. She gags sharply as the inner and outer layers of her cloaca are separated with nothing more than his blunt claws.\n\nLooking back up the chillet would see the lynx holding the torn internal end, extended out from her body. She just watches, eyes fixed, mouth open in shock or amazement, who could tell. He tilts it down towards her giving it a little shake, teasing her.\n\nThe cut continues, now things start wanting to just fall of her as the blade nears half way.\n\nThe cattiva approaches, simply plopping a berry into the chillet’s mouth who seems greatly surprised by it, more so confused, but eats it anyway.\n\nThe lynx takes the opportunity, “How about now cattiva? Smells good no?”\n\nShe gives him a surprised expression, no it did not smell good. She tried to ignore it and gestures to the assortment of baskets she had placed to hold the meat, though the lynx didn’t seem to care for meat baskets.\n\n“Hu.. well it’s not all about the smell you know.”\n\nStanding on the chillet, he swaps his blade to his foot paw, to skilfully finish the cut with his toes, all the way to the rib cage.\n\nOpening up the chillet like a long cloak, only to be greeted with her hot pulsating intestine and overfull stomach literally falling into him. Perhaps he had underestimated her size, more likely he simply planned it, taking no action to avoid her bowels rolling over him and laying him out over her chest. He remains covered a moment before slipping free from the burning internal moisture that was covering him.\n\n“Softer than a berry bush see.” He comments with a pleased smile.\n\n“So, what do you think to this cattiva?”\n\nHe stretches out a long length of intestine and passes to the cat.\n\nThe cattiva looks at it, then to the chillet, then the rope holding her in place. There is a pause as the cattiva gets a sudden idea. Quickly and skilfully she uses the length of gut to make a loose knot as if to be used in a snare. She presents it to the lynx with a thumbs up before placing her paw into the loop to show it working.\n\nA heavy sigh… “.. and how about for eating? If meat meats not you. I mean, its soft like a berry.”\n\nThe cattiva looks blank and puzzled, before looking at the chillet that just nods rapidly, confirming licking her lips in agreeance – ‘yes very good for eating’.\n\nThe cattiva takes a moment, shrugs then pop a loop of hot gut in her mouth and start chewing.\n\n“Good..?” The lynx asks with a little hesitation.\nThe cattiva’s eyes light up suddenly, her ears erect as it hits her. The torn gut falls from her mouth.\n\nShe lifts her paws right up, walking in a little circle, ending with a solid ok gesture. Before she dives right back in and starts chomping down part submerged in the steamy pulsating chillet intestine.\n\n“Well finally. Maybe now I won’t get covered in berry stains when I’m near you. For all I know that’s the reason you look pink.”\n\nThe chillet nods conformingly licking her lips.\n\n“Oh fine.. for as long as you’re able.”\n\nThe lynx grunts picking up the detached cloaca end, flinging it towards the chillet’s face. She snatches it and starts devouring immediately.\n\n“You know it’s your own right? .. Well I don’t suppose that would matter now thinking about it..”\n\nShe just gives him a playful yet evil look.\n\nHe looks about the scene, the chillet strung up eating her own guts. The cattiva face deep making a total mess of the lower organs belly already packed full. What a sight, he kicks a couple of meat baskets out the way. ‘That’s better, it was looking far to organized.’ He thinks before reaching back into the chillet.\n\n“That is huge, just what have you been eating.”\n\nShe knew what was about to be happening, quickly trying to eat more while she still could clearly loving to eat! But swallowing would suddenly become harder as the lynxes paw finds the top of her stomach and squeezes shut. Well fed even before she started chomping down on her own. The lynx starts giving things a tug making her gag violently her stomach clenching but the entrance was held by his paw. Tho this organ was stubborn, forcing the lynx to climb in to give it a good hefty shove to free it from the surrounding connective material.\n\nThe large sack ripples about shifting up more into view and the lynx cuts the final connection to her throat.\n\nHe hefts the stomach upwards onto her ribcage, her intestine and the cattiva slide down, filling the space. The cattiva struggles about almost drowning from disorientation before the lynx pulls her out by the back leg.\n\n“Pay attention this is the fun part.. always a surprise to see what they been eating.”\n\nThe chillet giggles a little despite her rather bad position in all this. The lynx feels about, “Well no wonder you were so fat, I feel at least two things in there.”\n\nHe announces paying no attention to the chillets nodding as he sticks his knife in. The cattiva walks around trying to get a better view without slipping over. The distended stomach splits readily its messy content gushing out.\n\nThe cattiva and lynx look at each other blankly for a long hard moment. The chillet can’t contain its excitement and giggles nodding rapidly, clearly supper amused by all this. Indeed before them lay a male cattiva and female lynx, their skin gone and at the point where their bellies had only just burst open from the digestion.\n\n“...Well, I guess I told you it would eat you next. I guess you get to try more flavours today.”\n\nThe cattiva stands there wide eyed then nods slowly, before dragging them into a meat baskets.\n\n“Heh, wimp..” he whispers to the chillet. “Gota give you a point for that one.” He nods acceptingly, “Tho I do have a task for you particularly odd skill chillet. Once you’re done with your self-amusement.” He continues dragging the chillet’s guts out of her deliberately covering her head in ruptured, cattiva chewed, intestine to silence her before untying the rope. She wiggles and squirms back the right way up with a gasp of air. She stand there looking down, the large collection of blood that had pooled within her open belly, now gushes out painting her paws dark red. Her tongue slides out from her mouth pondering this for a moment.\n\n“Yeah, so, some meat I want cooling, think you can handle that?” He points to the empty meat baskets.\n\nShe looks back at him and shrugs, ‘eh whatever’ she thinks, she had had her fun out of her end. She licks him, then lays atop of the baskets crushing them, curling up and starting to radiate the icy cold to cool herself for as long as she still could.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Char List:
Lynx pred.
Chillet prey.
Cattiva .. well she just helps =3

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and should remain that way. Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.

Ch-chillet? – (cleaner version)


“Try the balls, try making a friend to hunt with. Team work makes things more interesting.”
He huffs arms on hips watching the cattiva plucking berries from a bush then instantly passing them to him.
“No, you eat them like the painfully obedient freak you are.”

He snorts watching the cattiva simply pop them into her mouth without saying a word. It actually makes him queasy to watch it and he looks away. He glances back only to see the cattiva copying his pose perfectly paws on hips just watching him, intently waiting for some kind of instruction.

“Uuh..” He quickly changes his pose feeling sudden discomfort in matching the berry munching cat. “Do uhh…” he pauses a long moment, “Do, do you remember the meat I gave you? Was that not like … better?”

The cattiva remains with a fixed expression of waiting.

“In any way?” He sighs, “I have never seen a cat eat plants as much as you. Come to think of it I’ve never had anyone so willing to be helpful ether. I’m not sure what is worse. Its.. ” he scratches his head the cattiva looking back at him with a smile before running off behind him some place. “It’s, something I guess we can work on. At least I got a female.” He giggles to himself looking around, only to note the cattiva quickly assuming the tail up position. “What, no! I’m just talking about it I don’t right this very second. You’re hard work.”

The cattiva gives him a thumbs up then starts making a pile of rocks leaving him once more scratching his head.

“You know I didn’t plan on settling here too long. We lynx tend to roam the land a bit, a lot of hunting, meat.. I don’t eat.. you know.. berries.” Another blank look of expectance burns through his soul, it would surely be a lot of work training this cattiva to hunt with him. “Look if you want to be helpful make me some more bolts for my crossbow ok, you were pretty good at that.”

And with that the cattiva would get right to work selecting a small piece of broken glass or flint from a small pot, before starting to nap it to the shape of an arrow head.

The lynx on the other paw now he had the cattiva occupied, would be planning his next adventure.

Tales of a monster in the area from the frozen mountains had spiked his interest, he had also been given a selection of balls to capture it – should such a thing take his interest. He loved a fight, and people knew it would certainly take his eye. Perhaps that was the reason why people told him to try capturing things with the balls in the first place. ‘Dam-it’ he thought. ‘I kinda own them for these balls I guess. I hate being in det.’ He looks back at the cattiva that was now winding the fletchings to the shaft of an arrow. ‘Sacrifices may be made’ he giggles to himself wondering over to inspect the work. “How can you make those so dam fast! Even I can’t go that fast and I’ve made thousand’s!”

The cattiva just smiles at him placing the bolt onto a small pile then points behind him.

The lynx just look blankly. The cattiva sighs and makes thumping motions in the air with some sharp meows before pointing once more behind him. “You are an interesting one.” He murmurs but slowly looks behind him. There was a chill to the air and it made him feel uncomfortable and icy.

There before his eyes the large chillet stood on its hind legs looking right down at him, and at least triple the lynxes height in this position.

His ears drop suddenly, as the chillet makes a happy squeaking noise. This is rewarded with an ultra sphere directly to the face as the lynx rolls into a bush out of easy grab distance. The chillet just shakes her head blinking as the thing bounces off and breaks on the floor. She didn’t seem in the least bit bothered and instead just takes after the lynx with a playful yet hungry squeak.

The cattiva watches a moment. ‘Hmmm she could help, but then the lynx had always yelled at her not to while it was hunting before. Perhaps a more practical approach first.’

The lynx meanwhile unleashes some crossbow bolts at the chillet, only to see them obliterated by a wave of ice magic flying his way. “Waa fuck! What?! Why can’t the cat do that!?” He screams launching himself behind a tree for some cover. He was a very cold tolerant cat, but preferred the warmth like any other. And when frozen ice spikes were also involved, well, a large wall of frost heading your way is just a nope to be honest!

The second it passes, he pops his head back out and chucks an ultra sphere, followed by a legendary one. The first bounces off and smacks the cattiva on the head, who was still watching. The second erupts into a glowing ball of magic as it tries to trap the chillet within.

“Finally, I thought I was gona have to just kill it.” He said letting out a long sigh of relief stowing his bow. Moments later the ball explodes as the chillet simply breaks free. Her expression appears humorous, tongue poking out and not to rushed to do anything about the lynx trying to capture her. It seemed more of an entertainment that he was trying, both to the chillet and the cattiva. The lynx on the other paw was not amuse, nor did he want another wall of ice coming his way. He begins flinging more random ultra spheres at the chillet, donk, donk, donk, donk. One by one that bounce off of her face in quick succession as she runs towards him. “Screw the balls then!” he announces swinging his blade at her. But with her thick hide she seemed not caring in the slightest about the short spike poking into her. The lynx is send flying back from a ‘playful’ head bump, landing next to the cattiva.

The cattiva sits him up quickly refilling his quiver with freshly made crossbow bolts before presenting him with a super basic, slightly broken looking sphere she had just made for him.

He screams inside. “Cattiva… If the really expensive balls don’t work then that’s not gona work either is it. Think about this. I know you eat berries but could you at least pretend you’re a carnivore and thump it one so I can sneak up on it? Or something.. I’m sure it won’t hesitate to eat you next you know.”

The chillet still amused nods in agreeance patting her rounded belly, watching them to see what they would try next. This was simply a game for her.

The cattiva holds up a paw with an ok and a wink before flinging the ball into the air seemingly at randomly. She then runs in head first, pummelling the living shit out of the chillet, winding it, leaving a look of discomfort on its face. Soon out of breath tho, the cattiva stops and runs back to the lynx giving him a thumbs up and tagging him as if to say your turn.

The chillet slightly annoyed, and surprised by this starts to cast a powerful ice spell with a look of ‘kill’ on her face rather than playful now. The lynx just looks for the nearest object to hide behind to ready his bow. But as sudden as the magical flow enters the air, it stop. The weak, badly made ball the cattiva had thrown randomly upwards, comes down and hits the chillet sucking it within and capturing it there and then.

“Are you shitting me? How does that even work? Does it follow you or me now? More to the point why didn’t you tell me you were capable of smacking that thing up?” The cattiva just stands there looking blank for a moment before an idea sparks there mind. A moment later the filled ball is pressed firmly into the lynxes paw, then off again to look for more rocks that could be used to make arrow heads.

He dusts himself down. “Ok... whatever. Lets see what we got.” he unleashes the ball, before him the chillet pops into existence. He still found this magic ‘odd’. He inspects carefully but the chillet had other plans, turning to lick him and catching him of guard.

“G-gah stop that! Uuh..” he wipes his face looking back at her. “Hold still.” She stands there just waiting. He thinks to himself, it was lucky the balls so far had not worked on him, but it was kinda frightening the fact maybe one could, and then he would be just as annoyingly obedient.

“So. Hmm.. I guess I should ask what kinda thing can you do? Make me more crossbow bolts?”

The chillet shakes her head, no.

“Right.. hunting? Collection possibly useful things?”

She continues shaking her head.

“None of that I see.. You don’t just want to collect berries do you?”

She looks at a bush then back to him.

“But you eat meat right?”

She nods strongly licking her lips and sniffing him.

“Uh-hu.. So what do you do then? People said you were some monster you don’t seem very monstrous to me. You’d be bleeding out if I hadn’t been messing with these silly balls.”

She looks at the cattiva who looks back at her, a humorous look passes between them. Not a monster yet it was the cattiva had captured her not this lynx. She looks back down at the lynx then without much more warning coils around him and appears to go to sleep. The lynx just drums his paws on her furred side, slightly frustrated and trapped in her coil.

“This isn’t very… I’m not sure what this is meant to be.. Wait..” he shifts a bit his body starting to feel an ice cold bite all over.

“Oh gods! This is freezing!” He strains “Let me up! Let me free! Stop it!”

She stops standing once more a patch of frost on the ground where she had been.

“You freeze things! How is that useful? Do you do anything else!?”

She shakes her head, nope.

“Why do people capture these things?”

She smiles twisting around on the spot her long tail bumping and sliding along him as she lifts it presenting her rear to his face looking back with a wink. He licks his lips slowly.

“W-wide… I-mean, well, yeah. I guess that makes sense. But I mean, got a cattiva for that, having two of you is going to be confusing.” She wiggles her rump at him nearly planting his face in there. “Oh no, I’m not saying no. Just, we cats tend to stick to one partner at a time. Hmm.. perhaps we can take a slightly different approach to it. I’m sure I can find a way for you to be useful. Without, the cold thing.”

She looks at him confused, tongue seemingly poking out permanently now as she sits keeping her expression.

“Cattiva, remember that rope I made a trap with? Go dismantle the trap and bring me the rope, and try not to get stuck in it in the process this time.”

He looks back at the chillet.

“Lets see just how willing you are.” He says with a playful slime gesturing for her to lay down.

She is only too happy to do so, letting him position her onto her back, where he explores his ‘prize’. Her smile grows as his paws stroke lower and lower as he explores. In no time parting her cloaca, and peeking within. Looking up to be sure she was still ‘willing’, if that was the right term to use, before starting to lap at her internal sweetness.

She squirms and wiggles, that harsh felines tongue like coarse sandpaper scraping repeatedly over her clit. Quickly the area swells a little and the lynx gets the strong scent of pheromones in the air. He looks down to her single opening, so moist a small puddle had even formed. He laps it up tasting, strong and salty and making her squirm even more so.
He presses his muzzle to the area giving smaller licks to her inner opening, the outer folds of her cloacal area wrapping around his muzzle a little as his short feline snout is only to happy to sink in. The poor chillet lets out a shrill of excitement, unable to control her self as her cloaca clenches firmly around the felines face, pulling his laps ever deeper into her hot internals. He feels her passage pulling on his tongue while salivating at her taste. And his only too happy to give more sinking in deeper yet until he feels the next sphincter deep within.

He licks over it hard getting a much sharper taste right away and making her clench firmly around his face. Perhaps he would have gone deeper, but the collection of heavenly female fluids around his muzzle was more than enough and he could only hold his breath for so long. He giggles muzzle soaked pushing in hard once more and licking her internally once again. Then slowly but surely he lets his tongue slip back from her burning salty depths and back into his muzzle, taking with it her gift of fluids to saturate his taste buds. He rolls his muzzle up looking at her still chin deep in her cloaca, slowly dribbling the mouthful of fluids he had captured into and over her before gulping the rests down with a pleased look.

“Oh, look. It looks like the cattiva is starting to understand me.”

He grabs hold of the chillet’s hind leg, pulling it towards himself and pointing to the rope the cattiva had attached. “Well then. Time for you to understand how you can be useful.”

He giggles standing, unable to hide his excitement from them as he drags the chillet to reposition her over a large flat, stone outcrop. Above, a tree branch stretches across, of which the ropes are flung and pulled. The chillet finds her rear end lifted over her head giving her a good view of her own cloaca. She seems confused, but so far had been enjoying herself so is only too happy to lay in the odd bent position. The lynx half sits on her face, stroking her head looking down at it. “You think you can stay in this position? Lets see how strong this magic is eh?”

And with that he stands on her chest to somewhat climb her, to reach that cloaca once more. Her tail rolling out behind her would leave her nicely exposed and an easy victim to his playful paw. A paw that is only too happy to dig in a few digits and scratch dully at her already wet passage.

But then things seem to venture a place she was not expecting.

Her squirms increase, yet she tries to remain in place as instructed. A burning hot sting in her belly makes all her legs kick and run uncontrollable in the air however, as the lynx pushes his blade through her durable skin. At first it seems controllable, only a small incision around the front side of her cloaca. But it was deep and soon through the muscle. Nor would it stop there! Once the lynx had got a start, he continues guiding his short dull blade down her belly. The mouth-watering scent of bowels saturate the air as the chillet starts to catch a sight of her own internal organs. This only appears to make it hurt more getting the first shrill of discomfort from her. At the same time she appears to lose a little self-control as hot urine soon greets the lynx’s probing paw with force and starts to run down her soft white belly fur to mix with her blood. She looks up to see that she’s is coating her own intestines that begin to emerge from the cut. A glance upwards, catching a glimpse of the cattiva placing some meat baskets alongside her, before noticing the blood was starting to pool around her head. She shudders as the lynx starts squeezing her small intestine about with his free paw, licking them slowly before probing his muzzle deeper into her warmth. Her thick hot intestines happily rolling around his short snout. Shes feels a bit queasy, blood now staining her chest as she felt herself lose control a little more. No thanks to the lynx reaching up inside, following her large intestine to stroke the internal workings of her cloaca from the wrong side. Out of her control she feels her cloaca parting as dose the lynx.

His paw moves aside from its play as she begins to soil herself in front of him. She tries to squirm away a little, but the lynx wasn’t having it. He grasps her tail firmly pulling down hard so that she would simply clean out behind them. The lynx now with another paw free helps things along a little giving her cloaca area a good squeeze internally to be sure she was not going to make any more surprises later.
He continues his handy work, her cloaca and rectum mostly clear of matter. He would simply start ripping it from her. She gags sharply as the inner and outer layers of her cloaca are separated with nothing more than his blunt claws.

Looking back up the chillet would see the lynx holding the torn internal end, extended out from her body. She just watches, eyes fixed, mouth open in shock or amazement, who could tell. He tilts it down towards her giving it a little shake, teasing her.

The cut continues, now things start wanting to just fall of her as the blade nears half way.

The cattiva approaches, simply plopping a berry into the chillet’s mouth who seems greatly surprised by it, more so confused, but eats it anyway.

The lynx takes the opportunity, “How about now cattiva? Smells good no?”

She gives him a surprised expression, no it did not smell good. She tried to ignore it and gestures to the assortment of baskets she had placed to hold the meat, though the lynx didn’t seem to care for meat baskets.

“Hu.. well it’s not all about the smell you know.”

Standing on the chillet, he swaps his blade to his foot paw, to skilfully finish the cut with his toes, all the way to the rib cage.

Opening up the chillet like a long cloak, only to be greeted with her hot pulsating intestine and overfull stomach literally falling into him. Perhaps he had underestimated her size, more likely he simply planned it, taking no action to avoid her bowels rolling over him and laying him out over her chest. He remains covered a moment before slipping free from the burning internal moisture that was covering him.

“Softer than a berry bush see.” He comments with a pleased smile.

“So, what do you think to this cattiva?”

He stretches out a long length of intestine and passes to the cat.

The cattiva looks at it, then to the chillet, then the rope holding her in place. There is a pause as the cattiva gets a sudden idea. Quickly and skilfully she uses the length of gut to make a loose knot as if to be used in a snare. She presents it to the lynx with a thumbs up before placing her paw into the loop to show it working.

A heavy sigh… “.. and how about for eating? If meat meats not you. I mean, its soft like a berry.”

The cattiva looks blank and puzzled, before looking at the chillet that just nods rapidly, confirming licking her lips in agreeance – ‘yes very good for eating’.

The cattiva takes a moment, shrugs then pop a loop of hot gut in her mouth and start chewing.

“Good..?” The lynx asks with a little hesitation.
The cattiva’s eyes light up suddenly, her ears erect as it hits her. The torn gut falls from her mouth.

She lifts her paws right up, walking in a little circle, ending with a solid ok gesture. Before she dives right back in and starts chomping down part submerged in the steamy pulsating chillet intestine.

“Well finally. Maybe now I won’t get covered in berry stains when I’m near you. For all I know that’s the reason you look pink.”

The chillet nods conformingly licking her lips.

“Oh fine.. for as long as you’re able.”

The lynx grunts picking up the detached cloaca end, flinging it towards the chillet’s face. She snatches it and starts devouring immediately.

“You know it’s your own right? .. Well I don’t suppose that would matter now thinking about it..”

She just gives him a playful yet evil look.

He looks about the scene, the chillet strung up eating her own guts. The cattiva face deep making a total mess of the lower organs belly already packed full. What a sight, he kicks a couple of meat baskets out the way. ‘That’s better, it was looking far to organized.’ He thinks before reaching back into the chillet.

“That is huge, just what have you been eating.”

She knew what was about to be happening, quickly trying to eat more while she still could clearly loving to eat! But swallowing would suddenly become harder as the lynxes paw finds the top of her stomach and squeezes shut. Well fed even before she started chomping down on her own. The lynx starts giving things a tug making her gag violently her stomach clenching but the entrance was held by his paw. Tho this organ was stubborn, forcing the lynx to climb in to give it a good hefty shove to free it from the surrounding connective material.

The large sack ripples about shifting up more into view and the lynx cuts the final connection to her throat.

He hefts the stomach upwards onto her ribcage, her intestine and the cattiva slide down, filling the space. The cattiva struggles about almost drowning from disorientation before the lynx pulls her out by the back leg.

“Pay attention this is the fun part.. always a surprise to see what they been eating.”

The chillet giggles a little despite her rather bad position in all this. The lynx feels about, “Well no wonder you were so fat, I feel at least two things in there.”

He announces paying no attention to the chillets nodding as he sticks his knife in. The cattiva walks around trying to get a better view without slipping over. The distended stomach splits readily its messy content gushing out.

The cattiva and lynx look at each other blankly for a long hard moment. The chillet can’t contain its excitement and giggles nodding rapidly, clearly supper amused by all this. Indeed before them lay a male cattiva and female lynx, their skin gone and at the point where their bellies had only just burst open from the digestion.

“...Well, I guess I told you it would eat you next. I guess you get to try more flavours today.”

The cattiva stands there wide eyed then nods slowly, before dragging them into a meat baskets.

“Heh, wimp..” he whispers to the chillet. “Gota give you a point for that one.” He nods acceptingly, “Tho I do have a task for you particularly odd skill chillet. Once you’re done with your self-amusement.” He continues dragging the chillet’s guts out of her deliberately covering her head in ruptured, cattiva chewed, intestine to silence her before untying the rope. She wiggles and squirms back the right way up with a gasp of air. She stand there looking down, the large collection of blood that had pooled within her open belly, now gushes out painting her paws dark red. Her tongue slides out from her mouth pondering this for a moment.

“Yeah, so, some meat I want cooling, think you can handle that?” He points to the empty meat baskets.

She looks back at him and shrugs, ‘eh whatever’ she thinks, she had had her fun out of her end. She licks him, then lays atop of the baskets crushing them, curling up and starting to radiate the icy cold to cool herself for as long as she still could.
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