The leaves swayed lazily in the trees. Small bursts of gusts knocked the leaves loose, unleashing a rain of a fiery golden shower of leaves. This was definitely a sight to behold as the shower covered the plain and simple forest floor. The ground, while light brown and misshapen, was pleasant to the wandering paws that came through the magnificent forest just outside of the village of Chanter (Kanter). Within moments, the tan earth was now covered in a sea of gold and fire. One might wonder the beauty of this miracle of fall.
The land of Chourter (Korter) is normally this beautiful every fall. The snow only aids to the vast and ominous beauty in which the forest becomes a fascinating display of familiar isolation. At the fork in the forest, stood an old wooden sign that pointed obviously in the 3 directions. The paths seemed to meld together with the burning appearance of fallen leaves, almost warning travelers to watch themselves.
A high pitched voice squeaked, sounding like a soft but confident alto, “Bandits are striking early this year” as she stared at the sign and thinking to herself aloud.
At the crossroads stood a feline; a kitten named Alice. Alice boasted a brilliant coat of white fur, as white as snow and sparkling sapphire eyes. Her eyes shone like a calm river during a refreshing summer day. Her fur was stark white and was a suited disguise for her when the snow would come. The fur was evenly groomed, clean and free of tangles. She took pride in having her beautiful coat groomed.
Alice’s angelic white wings carry the same color as her fur, but more pronounced with the feathery curves that lined the insides. The outside of her wings boasted an impressive smoothness and was very clean and soft to the touch. Very much like touching a feather pillow. The feathers on the tips of her wings were a deep blue that sparkled lightly in the sun. Her wings seemed to twitch in response to the cold wind.
Alice stood just above five feet tall, about 5 feet 3 inches to be exact, her smallish, yet somewhat pudgy stature giving her appearance that innocent and malleable. The dangers of not knowing the truth about her quite unobvious. She had large, triangular ears that expressed a soft, pink inner flesh while the outward appearance was that of her white fur. Her ears naturally swayed back and forth in the wind. Her fur was luscious, not too long yet long enough to cover her body. To the touch, her fur would remind you of a thick, silken blanket. Her fur extended over an impressive, protruding chest. Even in the chilly air, she was warm and comfortable.
She twitched her pink, triangular nose, causing all 6 of her long whiskers to bounce briefly, causing her short, white hair to bounce along the side of her thin, delicate face. You could see the heat in the ear coming from her steady breaths out of her cute nose. Her hair almost blended with her regular fur, being stark white as well, but a little more limber than her fur. Her hair bounced softly and extended just over her eye level, surprisingly not inhibiting her ability to see.
She wore a beautiful, simple collar that looked as if made of the finest wool around her neck which was gifted with such beautiful craftsmanship adorned with a dull brass bell to complement the new and old of her look. She had tail wrappings as well which seemed to be made of the finest leather to help her extremely long and slender tail grip things. The end of her tail also had a similar collar, but smaller as the one she wore around her neck. The same bell, but slightly smaller hung from it like it was the most perfect gift ever. She wore no other garments, her fur providing her the necessary covering she needed.
She boasted impressive sized hips that matched the bust hidden under her medium length fur, giving her outward appearance that of a little chubby but not mistaken for that of someone out of shape. Her height made her curves look more impressive, desirable some may say. There was no doubt this kitten had to fight off suitors often. Given her big brood, she still looked like an innocent, helpless feline.
Her small, dainty humanoid hands were also covered in her amazing, soft white fur while she boasted 4 toes on her foot paws that gave her quickness and speed, despite her initial semi-bulky outward appearance. Her plantigrade legs gave her better maneuverability to fight and control the defining moments of a battle.
Her overall appearance lacked the expression of her age, as well as her experience. She was well groomed and looked young, almost like a child. She was formidable but to the eye looked like a standard housewife….One that can be overtaken easily.
Alice brandished her sheath from under her fur which contained her daggers, flexing her claws at the thoughts of a bandit attack. Her soft and delicate paw seemed to ache for a good fight. Too long has she waited for something like this to come along. She laughed sadistically, hoping that she would be attacked and it wouldn’t be easy.
She stared at the wooden sign for a long time, thinking and wondering to herself, ignoring the warning completely. The sign read “Chanter Left, Farthorn Right: Now leaving Chourter. Beware of Corish bandits in winter!” Alice flashed a toothy smile, showing off her opal white fangs which seemed to just graze the bottom of her lower lip. She started to move in the direction of Farthorn. This path leads out of the land of Chourter and deeper into the dangerous and portentous woods.
Her foot paws crunched lazily on the forest floor, breaking apart some of the fallen leaves. She was not trying to attract bandits, but surely was not trying to avoid them. Her body ached for something. She shivered briefly. While she walked, she pulled out a small pouch containing some mysterious looking object. It looked almost human but much, much smaller; the size of a cricket. It seemed to yell at her as she threw it into her mouth and swallowed it, her short maw satisfied as she closed her eyes and savored the quick taste. Her teeth ached at the thought of chewing and she popped one more in and swallowed for good measure. An explosion ran across her taste buds briefly as she almost lost control of herself, the ecstasy brainwashing her. She was getting a high, increasing her urge to fight.
She knew she would enjoy these miniature humans and knew she should thank her friend, Sashco later. She swayed hungrily, trying to control and curb her appetite knowing she should have waited, her insatiable appetite getting more unbearable. She wanted to taste more, more than the miniatures could satisfy now.
After about an hour down the path, Alice sighed, flicking her long, limber tail into the air to stretch. She flexed her claws and started to do minor calisthenics as if she was getting ready to exercise.
“Come on out boys…” her soft, yet demanding voice said in an alluring high pitched octave. Her ears swiveled, hearing silence at first.
Suddenly, some bandits, about 8 different sized men, awkwardly revealed themselves, coming out of the trees and bushes. The bandits wore crude leather armor, the dark color indicating it was hard but ineffective. They wielded various weapons and shields that looked like they were picked up after a very long war. Dull swords and broken spears along with shields missing edges made it apparent that these bandits were poor. The leader brandished an impressive scimitar that looked as old as his long, grey beard, but nonetheless impressive. His weight, however, took away from the impressive look of his piece of weaponry. She could read an inscription on the blade that read “The Rebellion Lives On.”
“H..how did you…”
“Ears, silly” Alice cut off the lead bandit, pointing sarcastically to her cute triangular nubs.
“Well” said the leader nervously “Give us all your things and be on your way. Be a good kitty.”
“I don’t think I can do that hon” mocked the bouncing cat waving a claw at the silly human. “Besides, it would not be fun without a fight” she replied before he could say anything else, annoyed at the fact that he had addressed her as “kitty.”
“Really!?” the guard exclaimed. “F-fine. GET HER BOYS!!!!!!!” he shouted, annoyed at her mockery and composure.
Alice quickly pulled two daggers out of her leather pouch, crouching low to the floor as the bandits rushed towards her with the misshapen weapons. She cut the first guard with her daggers with a fast dash towards his gut, his swing missing completely. She then pounced into the air and did a flip, mimicking that of the acrobatic performers in which she was raised. Turning into a missile, she jet towards the ground and knocked out another bandit with the blunt of the dagger. Landing on her flexed, white foot paws, her nails digging into the soft dirt, she saw the bandits hesitate and take a formation.
Two of the bandits rushed her. She leaned back, lying on the floor as the guards swung, missing her completely. She used her strong thighs to kick both soldiers in the gut, stunning them. The then grabbed their head and bashed them together, enough to hear them moaning as they collapsed to the ground. The remaining 3 bandits watched her lick her paw, the rough ridges on it apparent to them, taunting them, making them feel insulted. One bandit ran forward to take advantage of the seemingly preoccupied kitten.
The other two bandits shouted “Don’t go” but it was too late.
With a quick spin, the bandit was face down on the ground, her long tail wrapped around his legs. She kicked his head to stun him and turned her attention to the other 2 bandits. She swayed her hips teasingly, her large buttocks pronouncing her curves with every step as her tail sliding out from under the stunned bandit. The two bandits backed up slowly, holding their dull swords in front of them, watching her moves.
Alice pointed a claw up towards the sky. One bandit looked and as he did, her long tail grabbed him, ramming him into the remaining bandit. They both got up slowly as she appeared in between them and whispered to them both.
“It’s feeding time boys” socking their faces with her soft furred fists. Although soft, her punches were mean and fierce.
She looked briefly at her carnage before watching the old man bandit leader step forward.
“You insolent cat…I shall teach you a lesson. Forget about getting away with chumps, I am the real deal.”
At first, Alice chuckled, but then she saw a gleam in his eye which made her square up her stance, making her feel a little uneasy. He charged her at first, making her feel relieved until he dodged her quick tail and almost teleported to her immediate left. She barely caught the sword in time which was pushing the flattened side of the dagger into her fur.
“Too close…” she thought as she was able to scramble away from him.
“Let’s do this my dear kitten, for now is the day you learn to respect your elders when they tell you to do something.”
“If you wanted someone to take orders” she said, rushing the old man, “then you should have attacked a dog!” she grunted, jumping into the air and flinging one of her daggers towards him, grabbing it with her tail as he deflected it away.
She adjusted her stance as she landed, going from her traditional battle plan into a southpaw stance. Maybe some force mixed with wit could take down this old man. She could hear the moans of the other 7 men around her. They would not intervene, but she needed to finish this quick. The old man rushed her again, but prepared this time, she sidestepped and grabbed onto his foot briefly, retracting it as his sword came crashing down onto the ground, leaving him helpless as his sword stuck to the floor. She knew she had a short window and dashed him. Pulling his sword out of the ground with some dirt, he slammed it down onto her dagger, the force knocking her backwards but not before she threw the other dagger into his leg.
The old man yelped in immense pain, pulling the dagger out and holding on tight to the damaged limb. He was lucky, she missed major veins but hit a nerve that was sensitive enough to incapacitate even the toughest soldier. She walked up to him, smirking briefly before kneeling above him, panting heavily.
“Nice fight old man. That was too much fun. Now be a good boy and feed the kitten.”
With that, she lifted up the man’s head gently, licking his hair. He breathed heavily, crying at the pain in his leg.
“What….what do you mean?” he sobbed through torturous pain while confused and fearful, understanding her full well but unable to accept the full grasp of what she was about to do.
“You, or your men first?” Alice smiled evilly, her stomach aching from the opportunity yet the sluggishness of actually obtaining her satisfaction.
“My men?” The old man questioned her, looking around to see if they were alright.
“So be it…” she cut herself off and found the closest bandit to her. His protests went unheeded as she massaged the scalp of the soldier with her tongue, removing all unnecessary sharp armor and weapons from him leaving him clothed in simple, tattered rags.
Alice caressed her tongue across his face, hearing him moan slightly conscious but unable to react. She then, almost unnaturally, unhinged her jaw, pulling the bandit into her maw. She slowly took him into her muzzle, winking at the horrid expression given to her by the leader of the bandits. His fear only tempted her as she pushed the moaning bandit further down her throat. Her hot tongue tasting the dirt of his clothing was pure bliss as she smiled through it all. She felt his head hit her stomach, contorting and fitting inside of her as his limber legs slid down into her throat to join the rest of the body. It was amazing that she was able to fit his entire body inside of her without gaining weight or girth.
Inside her stomach, Alice could feel the acid bubbling. The groans and moaning turned into grunts of discomfort as shouts of pain began to eminate from the kitten’s stomach. Burning flesh melted off the bandit’s skin while the stomach acid made quick work of the man’s skin and bones. After one final yell and a small gurgle, Alice smiled deeply, her stomach settling a bit as she burped out a farewell sigh, the last sign that the bandit ever existed.
She smiled as the leader gripped his leg with one hand and pointed to her with his other “You witch!…Monster! You vile, nasty unfathomable being! Curse you and curse your….” He was suddenly cut off. He hadn’t noticed but she was sick of his bantering and had snuck up behind him, removing all sharp armor and weapons like she had the other bandit.
“N-No, please. Don’t. I’m sorry. I’ll give you everything we own. Just please…” he begged her as she began to unhinge her jaw again and took his feet into her mouth. The captain moaned as he felt her sharp teeth delicately scrape against his loose fabric and across his uncovered flesh. Her hot, moist breath and saliva trickled into his clothing, almost permeating his skin. It felt so good.
“Noooooo…mmmm” he moaned, entranced in pleasure as he knew what was happening. Her tongue made quick work on his back, lathering him up and making him easier to slide into her. She savored the taste as the old man continued to moan. He looked her in the eye, his chest and head all that remained outside of her white, fluffy body. She winked at him, giving him one last opportunity to plead his efforts. With stingy tears, he cried, kissing her pink nose and sobbing to the sky, watched as his vision became dark and he smelled her mouth and saliva, his hair scraping her teeth as he slid into her stomach.
The bandit leader groaned in pleasure at the heat inside of her stomach. It felt good at first, unfortunately didn’t last. Immediately, an immense pain spread into his legs as his flesh began to slide off the bones, exposing the white to his eyes. He screamed in agony as his bones then began to deteriorate, slowly disappearing into her stomach acid. He groped the inside of her stomach to try and pull himself out to no avail. He slid further into her, his skull dipping into the acid. The familiar feeling of warmth overtook him for a moment before his skull began to burn. He clawed at his face as the skin melted off until his eyes finally lost vision. He shrieked at the feeling of his skull sliding down as he groped it until he collapsed, drawing and breathing his last breath before sinking completely into the acid.
Alice sat down, satisfied and licked her paw daintily. She was definitely far from satisfied. She was aware that she had quite a number of bandits to go, some of them groggy, beginning to wake up.
“This is going to be fun” she thought to herself, imagining the fighting they would put up. She smiled and pondered where to start….
