Touch Fluffy Tail
Hey,
Sorry for being away for a whole month, I had uni work to finish off so that took priority. I'm happy to say that I'm back writing again, so as usual if you have something you want me to write just send me a note and I'll reply within 12h and talk over it with you.
This fic was done for a friend of mine who bragged to me that his character is totally the super-strong masculine man who can take on a multi-tailed chakat and win. Lets just say he doesn't actually win, and she punishes him accordingly. Not sex, sadly, but with a little furry tail tension all around him, then a bit of vore to tide him over.
You had been in shade for at least fifteen minutes now. The sun had disappeared behind the mountain to which you slowly trekked towards, allowing the cooler wind to take over where the warm rays no longer touched. The gust would blow over you with the trees overhead rustling their leaves back and forth, casting an even darker shadow on the grass underneath their branches. Birds would tweet from their perches and fly and flutter from one tree to the next.
With the sun not nearly boiling you alive with the heavy rucksack adorning your back, it was easier going, but still it would have been better for you to not have to carry that heavy, clunking, tinkering backpack full to the brim and nearly spilling of poorly packed camping equipment. Easily it weighed as much as you did, and it was tightly bound to your body with the straps. Any uphill that lasted more than a few seconds or rose higher than your knee caused you to break out in hideous sweat or collapse once the ground after had levelled out.
It was only thanks that your task was not to climb the mountain whose shade you enjoyed, though it might have been just as treacherous. Even now your strength slowly was being sapped away by the gargantuan backpack, that at times made your knees feel as if they were about to buckle. Your panting breath tackled against the tweeting of the birds and the rustling leaves of the trees, and for quite a while they were the only thing you could hear, besides the thumping of your heart in your chest.
Yes, your task was not to climb the sheer rock of the mountain, instead it was to delve inside the labyrinth that had been forged from the cavern at the base of the rock. Once inside, it was up to you to navigate your way to the centre, where something lay in rest, and would only surface every few weeks or months to prey upon people as food; it saw humans as nothing but that. And it was your job to find this beast, and drive the sword through its heart. Though the sword you bore was short, and its sharpness questionable, your strength and determination to win would carry you through against unfavourable odds.
And just in case a swipe was headed your way, a wooden buckler and a helmet would save your beautiful face from being mincemeat. Said helmet was digging quite fiercely into your back too, your sword skills had to be better than your packing skills. All in all you made a loud and quite unthreatening target to anyone or thing that dared attack you, though a little morale boost was given from a particularly nasty squirrel sent flying with a single kick that nearly put you on your ass.
With animalistic reactions owing to your mongoose species, there was little that could sneak up on you. Twitchy and never still, you would cock your head left and right to see whenever a noise cropped up. A tail stuck out beneath the backpack, swaying opposite as your head turned to follow a sound. Its ringed pattern gave your species its name and, being a prey species you were slim-built and agile. That beast would never lay a hand on you.
The sky above was slowly darkening from blue to a deep red with the darkness of night soon and swift to follow. With the mountain blocking your path, you weren't able to see how close to sunset it was. Ideally you'd enter the cave while still at least a little light would help you see where you were going. Failing that, then a burning branch could help as a makeshift torch, if the one digging into the other side of your back hadn't broken.
A break in the trees spelt a glimpse of the foot of the mountain. Luck was with you as the dark cut-out of the entrance to the cave was nearby. Nearly there, and with a renewed purpose and quickened pace, you set off towards the entrance, already enticed by the mere thought of resting your weary back for even a few moments. The trees themselves were put to shame at the amount of rustling and swaying from your backpack when you exhaustedly trotted your way next to the hole.
And with a grunt of absolute relief the bag fell to the floor besides you, and your body collapsed to the grass below. Staying still never felt so relaxing as those few moments with the cool breeze across the back of your neck and the absence of the agonising backpack, and this may be even heavier with the head of the beast on your hopefully triumphant return. You lay face down in the grass for a few moments, catching your breath and letting the thoughts of vanquishing the beast slip away from your mind.
Moments, became minutes, became an hour, and the idea of spending the rest of your life face down like this turned more and more appealing. In fact, had a single bug not landed on your nose and attempted to crawl inside, you'd have easily fallen asleep without even eating. But of course, insects are difficult to ignore when they try to enter you, so with a splutter and a slapping at your own face, you bolt upright to find a scarlet sky above.
"Damn!" You utter with a dry throat. "Too dark now to make any use of that." You turn to look at the entrance that you'd soon be disappearing inside; it was larger than you expected, easily fifteen feet from top to bottom and as wide again. Even your bag would fit through. A thought sparked in your mind; was the hole that big because of the beast, or was it just dumb luck that it was large enough for several people to fit abreast and atop each other's shoulders?
You hoped the latter, and shuffled over on hands and knees to open up the backpack that had inflicted agony upon you. Inside was the typical menagerie of a kitchen; shallow pot and pan, cutlery as if you were going to be eating somewhere fancy, instead of outside in the wild next to a mountain with a, hopefully, snoring, dormant beast. Perhaps it was as hungry for your sword as you were for dinner.
Wood was easy to find; broken branches and dry leaves at this time of year almost outnumbered the blades of grass. The trekkers favourite, flint and steel, made short work of the leaves, and slowly a warmth from the glowing twigs seeped out and into you. Cracking and popping of embers from the wood began to pick up, until a glow from them started to outstrip the sun's rays. These cast small flickers against your fur, and the warmth continued to move into you, relaxing you from the arduous journey of carrying the empty rucksack that lay next to you in a pile.
Did you have time to eat? Wouldn't it be better to start into the cave now and get it over and done with before you filled up on squirrel? Surely if you cooked something now, the beast could wake from its slumber at the scent and catch you off guard. Cold shivers ran down your spine as you glanced over your shoulder to look at the entrance, which only seemed darker than pitch since the sun set slowly behind the mountain. Your fingers twitched lightly and moved slowly towards your sword while your gaze stayed at the large black entrance to the cave.
A breath of air that nearly extinguished the fire blew from your mouth at the idea of fighting this beast. It was a mystery just how dangerous it was; no one had seen anything more than the smallest glimpse of it before it vanished or they themselves were taken and never seen again. Though you had taken the quest with gusto in front of everyone else, now you were alone without someone to back you up it seemed all the more terrifying. What if it struck first while you weren't looking? What if it had teeth like knives and claws capable of tearing through the flimsy wooden shield like paper? What if you-
"Hoo!" said the night owl, perched in a tree above you who watched you down below with large eyes that bore into your own once your head spun upwards in shock. It broke your fearful trance, but not the idea of the futility you were about to face if you stepped inside. Staying outside longer and longer only added to the slight terror of waiting. Even the minor amount of sunlight barely in the sky would help, so it was best to go now.
There might have been more butterflies in your stomach than outside as you stood up. A little hunger rumbled in your belly, but hopefully the cave was not too deep nor the beast too challenging to defeat so you could get back outside in time for dinner. Hopefully it wouldn't have you for a snack instead. With the fire lightly flickering away beside you, one thicker branch that hadn't caught total fire just yet was a good candidate for a torch.
Even though it wasn't night just yet the cool breeze ushered a shiver down your spine. With a sword in one hand and the shield covering the other arm; the one that held the burning branch, you stepped forward towards the giant black cut out of the rock. The grass beneath your feet crunched as it was slowly tramped upon. Your gaze never shifted from staring deeply into that cave, almost unblinkingly staring at the near-abyss.
As you stepped closer and closer inside, your heart pounded in your chest and your knees clacked together. No longer were you the picture of bravery and strength that you had showed off so many times to the people of the village oh so far away by now. If anything of you would be heard by the beast, it would have been your shallow breath with rapid inhaling and exhaling of your nervousness.
Then you were gone, a shadow inside the shadow of the mountain, seemingly swallowed up by rock and sheer faces of stone. The makeshift torch indeed did its job and stayed alight, though worryingly it almost extinguished itself once or more to little whips of wind that seemed alien when surrounded by dark rocks. It cast shadows and flicking shade across angular walls, giving rise to sights of twisted faces cropping out from nowhere. Each time you turned left or right, another would pop out, causing only a brief moment of panic in your fearful mind.
Before too long, you'd hit a fork in the road, and your path separated into two. "Always pick left." You thought it would have been easy to get lost in this darkness, so only turning right on the way out would be a doddle. It was quick thinking that could save your skin if the beast chose to give chase.
Quite surprisingly was the height and width of the tunnels that wormed through the mountain kept the same as the entrance; easily over twice as wide and tall as your own body. When the torch would flicker out, both walls would disappear into flickering darkness, before it would re-light and the orange glow re-filled the cavern. Anything could have crept up on you in those short moments of total absence of light. But, at least you would have heard it approaching; these tunnels were absolutely silent as well, only your heart-beat, breathing and light steps threatened to disturb this darkness.
Fox paws are soft; they make absolutely no sound when slowly treading on hard surfaces. Having a soft pad beneath makes them silent, even if they're moving quickly, but more so when a little prey is being stalked. Even if a lot of weight is put into one of them, it'll remain as quiet as possible. From the shadows the beast slowly tracked its prey, staying out of the range of the fading torchlight. It didn't even need to see in the dark, as your little torch was as clear enough of an indicator to see. It was amazing, really, just how close it would come to you, sometimes no further than a foot or two without you noticing. The beast bade its time, following and stalking the little prey who had noisily stumbled into her cavern brandishing a visibly dull sword.
For now it would stay out of sight and wait for you to get lost soon enough, just a step or two the other way would mean a right instead of a left and your plan to navigate back would be all for naught. Even if you looked back over your shoulder and brandished the torch as a second sword, the beast would not reveal itself. It would wait for just a little longer before making its move, maybe if you tripped or stopped.
Minute by minute you delved deeper into the the cavern beneath the mountain with the twig slowly losing its flame. You'd have to move quickly; otherwise you'd be here in the dark. At a rough estimate you had about 20 minutes before the embers faded and perpetual night would accompany you. You'd have to rely on your ears to listen out for the beast. But only your breath and your clothes were audible in the nearly-silent expanse of tunnels.
"You shouldn't be alone down here." A voice called from the darkness, echoing all around the cave. It was feminine at least, but much louder thanks to the extended silence beforehand. You jumped at least several feet into the air from the shock, spinning around in mid-air to try and find the source of who was speaking.
"Show yourself." You croaked, lifting the shield up to where you thought the voice was coming from, though with this cave echoing all around it was difficult to pinpoint where.
"Not just yet." The voice spoke out again, adding a little chuckle to end that echoed far more than her words.
"Did you follow me in here?" You ask, swinging the sword from side to side in case it accidentally caught her; one less competitor for the beast's head. "Are you here to vanquish the beast also?" Your light armour clunked slightly as you spun trying to pinpoint her location.
"No, I've been here a while and I'm not after just a head." The voice seemed to move around. "Maybe something more..."
"The whole body?" You spun once more to follow it. For the briefest of a second, there was another noise; more of a low, animalistic rumble that seemed to come from everywhere at once, then silence after for more than a few moments.
"That torch won't be bright enough to see where you're going." She said. "You'll need a little more than that.
"I didn't have anything else." You retort to the darkness, brandishing it as if it would grow brighter merely by movement.
"And what a little sword; surely you don't think that'll cut off the head?"
"Swung with enough fierce force, it will cut through anything!" You crowed, only to another giggle.
"And that shield, do you expect it to block a strike from a cat? It'll split if a nasty wind blows at it."
"It will defend me from anything that comes my way."
"Even me?" The voice laughs lightly, you missed the fact that the voice seemed to be above you consistently.
"And what can you do against me? A warrior like myself can take on anything and anyone." Your voice shook with false bravado. You had no idea what kind of opponent she was: she could already have an arrow pointed at your neck, or a sword ready to stab away.
"I think I can take you on, but if it's going to be a fair fight, we're going to need a little more light." There's a sound of wood swiping against stone, and a glint comes from the darkness before it catches. It's a torch, much like yours except it works. The light from it is far larger and far brighter than the measly little twig you had that was almost ash. Compared to the light of your torch, hers was almost like the sun, and you needed, for a second, to cover your eyes with the wooden shield on one arm.
"Come hero, fight me." She spoke as you peered over your shield and your mouth dropped.
She wasn't like you, that was for sure. The first difference was her species. Rather than the prey mongoose you were, she instead was more like a predator; a fox. You could tell it from the canine-style jaw and the light-tanned fur. Said fur darkened as it reached the paws of her feet and the tips of her tails...tails? How many did she have? Over her shoulder from what you could see was a large number of tails that disappeared behind her into the darkness, each one abnormally gigantic and fur possibly as thick as you were.
It may have been something to do with her height; at least three meters tall, towering above you without trouble. You had to crane your neck up to look at her humanoid face which stared down at you with a sly smirk on her lips. She was not completely a fox though; where a head with large jaws would look down at you, instead there was a humanoid torso rising to the ceiling of the mountain, appearing uncovered and modest in her curvaceous beauty. At her waist was the join between human and animal, where light fur met paler skin.
"Never seen a chakat quite like me?" She smiled down at you, propping up her large bust with one arm and holding a torch with the other.
"Y-you're the beast?" You stammered. She had to be, there was no way she had followed you into the cave, nor could she have evaded it if she lived here. She must have been it.
"Did no one tell you? My my, here I was thinking that you'd come here knowing that at least." She took a single step towards you, still silent on her paws. That's how she managed to get so close without being discovered. As she moved closer, you stepped back, just one at a time.
"I was...expecting sharp teeth and sharper claws." You gulp audibly.
"Looks like you're all out of luck." She takes another step towards you, and your sword is brandished to attempt to scare her off.
"Stay back!" You warn, dropping the embers of the branch that cast no light in the presence of her torch. "I don't want to hurt you." She laughed lightly to herself at your words, knowing you to be no threat to her with that sword.
"It's been quite a while since food has so nicely come wandering into my little cave. You're from that little village that I visit every few weeks, aren't you? Mmm, you have some of the tastiest preys I've had for a while."
"If you are the beast, then I will vanquish you."
"Mmm, they say that all the time, you will be fun." She took another step, holding the torch above your head so you could see her face leering down at you with an expression of amusement. You were silent, not rising to her bait, though your knees were trembling and your heart pounding in your chest. The Beast began to slowly walk towards you, absolutely silently on her paws that were nearly as wide across as your shoulders. Of course you kept distance from her, but your gaze never changed, keeping focus on what she could be doing the whole time.
"Aww, what's the matter now? Something got your tongue? You may as well just give in little weasel. I'm sure you're aware no one's escaped my grasp." She teased, almost blowing you a teasing kiss. Her tails behind her were probably the cause of that. If your gaze was to flick from her strong body to behind her, you'd have seen the multitude of large tails lick around her hind legs. Each one was as long as you were tall it seemed; the gradient from light base to dark-tip visible even in this light. Perhaps it was her size that helped, but each one glided through the air as if it were weightless, swaying left and right, back and forth, up and down the way she wanted it, even though they were all thick fur to the point where you'd lose your arm nearly to the shoulder in them.
In your distraction of her tails, she makes a move; those powerful back legs push her forward a few feet, closing the distance in a single bound. With a weak swipe of a paw it contacted and splintered your shield that out of instinct you raised up. A cracking of wood accompanied her giggle as she didn't follow up with a second swing that would have taken your sword clean out your hands.
"Aah!" You shout, obviously surprised at both her speed and power. Your arm is tingling, and the shield proved useless enough that it's just slowing you down. Before she can strike again, you drop it on the ground and hold your sword with both hands; maybe a single good strike can get her. But her reaction only worsens for you with a coy smile as you drop the shield.
"Give in yet?" She hasn't stopped moving.
"Never." You growl, but don't attack.
"We'll see about that. I know every tunnel in this cave like the back of my hand."
"Then which way is out...and I'll spare you." Would a bargain work at a time like this? She shakes her head.
"You don't understand. You're not getting out of this cave."
"You won't stop me."
"You. Are...Trapped." As she says that, a cold, hard wall behind you makes contact with your back. You pale, one hand reaching out to feel your way around it. Maybe you had just hit a small ledge. You couldn't really be at a dead-end, could you? Your fingers kept searching for a gap in the wall, somewhere you could back away to, somewhere to escape away from her. "Oh, are you stuck?" She taunted as you began to realise just how trapped you were.
"But..."
"The little weasel, trapped in a hole with a fox, how adorable."
"P-prey will overcome predator." You reply, taking your hand off of the wall and putting it back on the sword.
"Do you really think it's possible for you to escape now? You'd have to go through me to do it."
"I will go through you and the rock if it means escaping." Your boorish words were not affecting her a single bit. You could see no change in her expression or her stance.
"Brave words. Just so you know you're not the only one who's tried to come in here and rid the world of a beast. All end up like you will."
"Triumphant?" You tightly hold the sword's grip with both hands, ready to strike after she's sent out her last retort.
"Eaten." She lunges forward just a step.
Her feint works, and with a roar you swing wildly in order to attack. It missed by at least six feet, nearly striking the opposite wall. The chakat steps in closer and delivers a little pat against your chest with one of her paws, the size of which spanned from shoulder to shoulder and pushed you right back against the wall with a thump. She stepped back before you could recover and swing again, though her large paw almost knocked you to your feet.
"Giving in is always an option." A coy smirk slid across her face.
"Never!" You shout back, not letting your momentum falter and swiping again. In the flickering light of her torch, your sword barely glinting as it was swung towards her. Once again, she dodged your flimsy swing by not moving, waiting for you to overthrow your slash and miss. Another paw of hers impacted against your chest and pinned you against the wall for a single second.
The momentary touch allowed the warm touch of her paw to seep into your chest through the weak leather armour. The paw ground left and right against your body, pushing a little air from your lungs.
"Aah! Get off!" You grunted, lifting your hands to your chest to push away the strong power of her paw with dull sword still in hand. Of course, you could not move it, nor could you even persuade it to budge the way she could. Every second it spent pinning you against the stone wall drove just a little more breath out, and with its unflinching strength you could not even inhale.
"You'll have to fight harder than that if you want to escape." She taunts, flexing the toes on the large paw which tickled against your chin and neck. You grimace, and with an almighty roar you push with all your strength to get the paw off of your chest. With absolute luck, it falls away, but only she knows that she let you do it.
Perhaps playfully she steps back, stumbling as if you had done something of merit and your inexperienced battle-mind took her feint as a proper fault. Fire surged all around your mind; she was weak now, you could defeat her in a single blow. A roar builds in your belly as your hands secure their grip on the handle. With the paw releasing your chest you could finally move; one foot against the wall to push you off and one to lift you into the air.
"With this blade as sharp as winter's morning, and as fast as the western wind; I strike hard and true!" With a burst of explosive power from your legs you launch yourself at the reeling chakat, closing the distance between you in a matter of a second. You see her eyes widen for a second in fear as you leap at her, blade edge ready.
Then, as you were suspended in the air, her expression changed. Rather than a face of fear at the potential for being hurt, her smile re-formed into a toothy grin that all too obviously told you just how much danger you'd fallen into with the amateur move. She stepped sideways, just a foot or two out of your way, those powerful legs controlling her movement more delicately than you could have.
Maybe then you could escape! If she was moving aside then it was clear all the way past her to the entrance. You could then put your reverse-route plan into action and get away from her, possibly wound her on the way past as well! Her smirk wouldn't be so long-lasting once you'd hit her!
"Take THIS!" You shout and prepare to attack.
But something moves out of the corner of your eye. As you came closer to her front leg and the light coloured fur at the top of the limb, there was a fluster behind her and something moved towards you faster than you were moving towards her. Was it part of her plan? Was it why she moved aside? What was it? You turn your head towards the blur of light orange fur to try and get a grasp on it. Too late, far too late, do you realise that what's moving towards you; her tail, just one of them.
You'd seen them before, though only in the shadow behind her as it swayed from side to side. It was amazing really just the size of it and the dexterity of how she wielded them. Even in the low light of the cave the individual strands of the soft-looking fur were all clearly distinguishable from each other. Your mouth opened wide as the tail arced towards you while, to your horror, easily another several lay in wait behind her, all the same size as the first. A thought struck you; could you evade this tail in time? No it was too obvious that you'd collide with it no matter what you did. Hopefully you'd just go straight through it and clear out the other side. T-0 seconds to impact; you grimaced and aimed with your shoulder to pass right through.
But you didn't pass right through. The long, soft hairs didn't act like hairs and didn't let you through as if they were made of nothing. Instead it was like colliding with an incredibly soft pillow that just absorbed your shoulder, then your arm into the silken fur. You gasped at the texture, then almost squeaked as the tail began to move on its own, far more flexible and dexterous than you imagined. The thick fur, like a soft blanket, began to curl its way around your upper chest, wrapping around you as your own movement and force caused you to fall into it.
Blissful warmth surrounded from your shoulders down to where only a single coil had grabbed.
"H-hey!" You barked in surprise as the tail gripped you and lifted a few inches off the floor. "Let me go!" You shout.
"And why would I do that?" She smirks with you held in her grasp. The top coil of fur was lashed so strongly around your upper body that your arms were pinned to your sides, meaning your sword was completely useless. "You're staying right there."
"Release me, she-beast!" You shouted while the fur cemented its grasp around you. Your struggles were all for naught inside that surrounding fluff.
"My my, I might have to teach you to accept the situation you're in." She giggles, lifting you upwards as if you weighed absolutely nothing. You were hoisted upright where you could really look at how easily she'd grabbed you. Her hand holding the torch moved over to light her tail, revealing you to be almost absorbed with just a single coil of the light fur.
"I'll teach you not to mess with me....aah!" You grunted as she began to squeeze the singular coil around your upper chest. It gripped with a powerful strength, urging the air in your lungs to leave. Naturally you struggled in her tail, squirming to try and get away from her permanent hold. But with her tight coil your arms were bound tight to your sides, and its grip didn't seem to falter no matter how hard you tried to push away. The dull sword dangled weakly at your side while the luxuriously soft fur rubs against your exposed fur.
"You were saying?" She laughs as your legs dangle helplessly without a ground to stand on. To your horror, she still has more than half of the tail still left that is trailing down besides your legs. If she could restrain you just with a single coil, how would the rest of you fair? "Hmm, if you don't become food, I could make you into a little squeeze toy. Let me show you." You were just beside her, so all she had to do was peek lightly over her shoulder to see you wrapped in a single coil of the light furred tail.
And that singular coil was joined by another around your waist, securing your arms down against your hips. The sword was forced out of your hand where it loudly clattered against the floor. You both watched it fall; her with a smirk as your last line of attack vanished, and you with a look of desperation. But your resolve was not over yet, if you could withstand her tails, then you might find a chance to escape with your tail between your legs.
The tail was a little stronger than you expected, especially since it seemed mainly fur, and the grip was unfaltering around you. Through the thin leather armour, you could feel each strand of fur rub against it as her grip tightened. It was now close to impossible to move anything except your bare legs, something that she had her eyes on entwining quite soon.
In the cool air of the cave that had probably never seen the sun, the contact of her warm fur was oddly comforting around you. Like a blanket it was comfy and cosy on the inside, and as you struggled you sank into its grasp as if it were quicksand, the soft fluff from the tail rising up to cover your neck and brush against your chin.
Then the final, third coil entwined your legs into into its grasp and you became trapped inside that soft furry cocoon, totally at her whims. Your bare fur met the long, soft hairs of her tail, and the silken smooth texture would have made you jump, had you not been completely restrained with just one of her tails. With only three loops you had been utterly defeated; your sword lay useless below you, the shield was in fragments as well and the dim torch you'd brought in had finally given up.
"It was...a good attempt." She smiles, not even giving you her full attention by turning around or moving you towards her head. "But determination means nothing when you don't have the tools to succeed."
"Just you w-" You begin, before the tails tighten around your chest as you speak, cutting off more and more breathable air.
"Wait for what? Your back-up? You should have brought some." The chakat pulls you around to where the rest of her tails habituate behind her, perhaps just to taunt you with their size compared to your own body. Through a grimace you gulp at them, your earlier observations were correct; she had six more of them. Each one was easily the same size as the one around you, roughly eight feet long and two feet wide of pristine fur. It took only one of these to wrap all around you and tighten to the point where breathing was impossible. How could you possibly fair against all seven?
But by now you were running dangerously low on air, and your mind had begun to falter and twist with the lack of oxygen your vision was a little spotty. She could see it as your head began to droop by itself. "Hmm, you don't seem as if you could withstand being my little squeeze-toy."
"Let...me...go..." You grunt with the last vestiges of breath that you could muster, looking up from your thick furry prison.
"Maybe later, when I've tired you all out and you can't move a muscle." She chuckles, lifting your head up slightly with the top coil like a prehensile scarf to ensure your gaze is right at her. "But I think you need a little more of that." With a smirk she loosens her tight hold on you from the three coils around her, though not enough that you could struggle. Understandably you're a slight confused; why was she loosening her grasp if she's talking all about what she has planned for you?
In fact, the tail around you even begins to draw upwards and release you from its hold coil by coil. Your legs are freed first, and instantly you kick away in an attempt to shake loose. But you're weak from the compressive vice-like grip around your body, and your strikes wouldn't hurt a fly, never mind force you free. You can't see the tail coming from behind that has its sights set on your arm, so you continue to wear your already tired mind and body out.
While you're being unravelled, she steps forwards slightly towards where you had your last stand, and positions herself to look back up the tunnel that she came from with her...shapely...hindquarters pressed against the cave wall. As if you weighed nothing more than a piece of paper, the coil around your chest pulls you back towards that curvaceous rear, closer than you would have gone, and right between several of her large tails, all of which move aside for your passage.
With a single move, the tail that had held you in a strong grip retreats back along your body to the point where it only entwines one wrist, whipping back across your chest and neck as it does. You would have dangled right there had another tail not bound your other wrist and pulled in the opposite direction, suspending you in the air where she could pull you whichever way she needed. In your state you could not fight back instantly, and she was quick enough to not let you recover your strength, even though there was never a chance you could actually beat her.
Her strong legs pushed her forward off the wall, leaving a space just big enough for...you to fit in so nicely. And fit you did. Once the tails pulled your meekly struggling body into place, she pushed back again with the same amount of care as if she was in a seat. You could only watch as thick, curvaceous hips came back towards your own and slammed against the cave wall, pinning you between.
The flesh of her rear was surprisingly and welcomingly soft, and your body below your hips disappeared under the orange-tinted fur. As she settled down, you could feel the movement of her powerful muscles, which controlled the strength in her tails, shift, tense and relax in her strong legs that kept her weighty body against your own. Such was the strength that the tails weren't needed to keep you upright at all.
Instead they had a greater purpose than holding you still. Your hands were immersed inside the blissfully soft texture of her tails, and soon they wouldn't be the only things.
"I've never seen armour so weak and flimsy before." She smiled, barely turning to look at you trapped by her thick hips and softer ass-cheeks. "I don't think you'll need it, and I don't handle clothing very well, so I'll have to ask if I can take it off." She smirked her smile and the two tails at your wrists began to swirl and wrap around your arms, slowly taking each one deeper and deeper into their grasp.
You can feel the tails make tight coils as they entwine up to your forearms, submerging them into the soft fur. Familiar warmth fought off the cold as the fur swallowed up your limbs inch by inch, the tail tips flicking and almost licking their way up past your elbows. They'd squeeze tightly to ensure that there'd be no escape even if you did manage to even move, stroking the soft fur all against your skin.
Even your fingers were bound inside those tails. Fur wrapped around them to the point where you couldn't even wiggle them left and right. As they began to absorb your arms further and further into her fur, you can feel those hairs drawn along your arms as they glide up. You can only grunt as the tails swarm and move up to your shoulders and the warmth encompassing your arms seeps into you.
Simultaneously, as she's entwining your upper body into her tails, her hips are ensuring that you're weary by pressing quite strongly at you. Her rear is thick and wide enough that it's barely affected in shape by your presence.
"Not getting excited, are you?" She giggles as powerful legs and shakes down her spine push her ass left and right only slightly, but enough that it almost smears you against the wall. Of course, you try to resist a reaction for so long, but gritting your teeth, looking away and flexing what's left of your body will only serve as determination for so long. And despite your best efforts, the softness of her rear, combined with the smooth fur, strong insistent pressure, and powerful warmth, you could not help but physically and mentally admire this particular part of her body.
"I..."
"Oh you are? Figures a small-time warrior like you would be swayed so easily by temptations of the flesh." Of course she doesn't let up her teasing of your body with her own, instead the grinding away of your hips only seems to intensify the longer that she has you pinned there. Left, right, left, right, up, down she moved, continuously without pause to keep your mind from realising just how much danger you were in. Oh but it didn't matter now; you were too satisfied and restrained to fight back in any way against her.
"Do you need that armour of yours in my way?" She giggled, pushing back with tremendous strength, and your shameful reaction to her teasing tried to break its way out to touch at her soft fur. The tails had reached up to your shoulders now, and your arms were submerged inside them. The tail tips reached up and nuzzled lightly against your cheeks, painting over your blush that flushed when you were pinned to the wall.
"No, you don't." She winked over her shoulder, and the tails returned down to your shoulders. However relaxing was not their job now; instead they went about removing the chest piece of thin, leather armour that hadn't helped you in the slightest. But rather than crawling over to the straps and unbuckling them the easy way, she instead chose a different method. Those two tail tips waved at each other for a second as if alive, before pressing back against your shoulders and sliding in.
It took them no time to slither between your body and the leather of your armour, slipping quickly to stroke your bare chest. Even the feeling of the armour being lifted off of your body was soothing, but to have it be replaced with the thick, furry tails that fit messily in between. The soft fur was amazing as it licked and slid along to entwine your body underneath. Of course your arms were still bound by the rest of the thick tail, and that grip never changed even as it slowly sifted between your fingers on its way past your elbow and on to the shoulder.
"Aagh!" You grunt as the two thick tails begin to coil around your body as they trace under your armour. Their movement is visible beneath the leather, looking like two thick, but soft pythons battling for control of your torso, which is being slowly absorbed into her grasp. The one from your left arm crawls across the front of your chest, and the sensations of the smooth fibres passing across your thin fur is electrifying. Meanwhile the tail that had consumed your right arm decides not to compete with its partner, and instead moves to swirl across your back, where the smooth sensation is amplified.
Panic begins to diminish, and a washing wave of calm settles in like poured sand in a cup. The warmth exuded by those tails is oddly and dangerously soothing. Second by second, as they entangle more of your slim body into their grasp, that warmth covers you as if it were the softest, fluffiest blanket ever. You squirm slightly as the tail tips reach as far as they can go, and begin to curve around your body, switching sides now to hold you between two interlinked coils that can squeeze separately around you.
Your armour had begun to creak and strain from the thickness of the tails that forced their way in. It was a tight fit already when you put it on, but with those tails forcing strain on both the buckles and the straps, it was coming down to seconds left of life before it would stretch no more. But for a few more moments it held, ensuring that the grip of the tails had extra assistance in pressing the warm strands of hair so firmly against your fur that, were you able to think straight, you'd say they'd leave a mark.
But of course you could not think straight, not with the hips that had changed their gyrating pattern into slow, but regular and powerful slamming down against you. She'd lean forward, alleviating pressure on you just a little until you were suspended by the intruding tails alone. Then her legs would push back hard and the weight of her large, muscly body drove itself against you with the two softest cheeks the only thing cushioning her impact. It was just enough time for your shameful arousal at the humiliating scenario to rise between movements, until she forced you to full hardness, and the plushness of her rear became almost unbearably appealing.
Meanwhile the two tails were having so much fun entangling you that they gave you a strong squeeze that forced your lungs to empty with an exhale. Like a boa constrictor, their hug was a little strong for you; several seconds passed before the strong grip loosened enough for you to be able to breathe, during which your vision gained a blurry haze and several various-sized dark patches. She giggles lightly as your head lolls forward nearly until your forehead met the top of your leather armour, before snapping back as she released.
"Aww, looks you definitely can't withstand my squeezing." She smiles as you re-right your head. "Looks like you'll have to be food after all." You struggle against her words and her bondage, which hasn't yet finishing in its wrapping of your torso. In fact it was still going, and your armour was straining and straining.
The leather straps were creaking, the buckles straining to break under the strain of the tails that were bulging beneath the material. You grunted as the tightness of her soft fur all around you squeezed you tight. Six coils now were wound around your torso; three each from the two tails that criss-crossed and looped around in ways that made it impossible to break free even if she did simply let you go.
"Just one more...push." With the utterance of her last word, the squirming furry tails, that surrounded your arms and torso completely, opened up. It was too much for the weak armour, and the straps burst in an explosive display of thin metal and thinner fabric; the former of which snapped, and the latter ripped apart with a loud tearing. It didn't stand a chance against her, and with a tumble the remnants fell away quite quickly to land on the ground several feet beneath you. She left you in just your trousers, but those soon were to be removed as well.
"Agh." You grunt again as she tightens around you. Now without the pressing down of the armour, her tails were free to expand outwards so the fluffy nature of the fur became far more apparent. Even wrapped all around you from the shoulders down, neither tail was stretched thin, and in fact both still had perhaps another foot or two to go.
"Perhaps you deserve one last chance to see if you can withstand being a little toy for me. Give it your all; otherwise..." She left the question, like you; hanging.
The familiar comforting pressure began to build again, this time more powerful than before. You had forgotten to take a breath in before she began without warning, but even if you had it would have been wrung from you until nothing remained. Your struggles were growing increasingly weaker and weaker each time she did this to you. Now that no armour lay between you and her, she could experiment a little. A third tail, equally as large and fluffy as the prior two, began to worm its way up your chest, the little dark tip crawling over its tightening brethren on its way up.
Through the black haze of your view you could see it move towards you. The furry tip shook and shuffled as it slipped up and up and up. Somehow, she was able to slip it beneath the tight bondage that had reached down to your hips, and then out again until it met your eye line. Without much strength, the tip leant in and pressed against the skin of your forehead, pushing your head back upright.
This third tail wasn't just happy keeping your falling head upright as you were barely able to withstand this final round of her tight grasp. Instead it decided it was best to entomb your head much the same way that your body was bound. The tip did not move from your forehead, rather the softest flush began to wound around your neck. It was like a scarf made from pure soft warmth that was thick enough to surround from your shoulders to the chin in a singular coil.
But it did not stop there, instead a second coil wrapped across your lips, nose and ears. Even if you were to open your mouth now to inhale, it would be completely impeded by the thick, dense and soft fur. Even through your nose the air never came, thought a strong, musky scent still permeated into your mind. You could feel it curl around the back of your head and the soft fur danced across your neck. Of course you tried to struggle out against her bondage, quite fruitlessly as well. The bindings were still tight and soon to be absolute once the last coil would rob you of your sight.
"Look at you squirm." She smiled, barely even glancing over her shoulder at the small bundle of light and darker fur inside which you grunted and strained for each breath that would never come. Then, the last loop consumed your head inside its grasp and you lost sight of even the dull torch she held and your world became darkness. The soft fur pressed against every inch of your body in a fierce grip, and the coil of a scarf prevented your head from turning left and right or up and down.
"Now see if you can last." Her voice was muffled through the thick fur, barely audible to you in your cocoon. The pressure she then exerted through the tightness of her tails made everything before equivalent to the brush of a light breeze. It was insanely tight all around, a consistent, extreme pressure that almost made you creak. What remnants of air in your lungs you had managed to minutely siphon that kept you from fading to dark was now pushed out with absolute force. Your arms were forced to their sides; your neck was choked by the malicious scarf of plush fur that shaped itself against your body.
You were supposed to cry out as the pressure, but you had neither the air to do it, nor did the scarf allow your mouth to open, though it could not stop your face from grimacing. It was strange to find that the compressive strength was a blissful sensation instead of what your dazed mind expected. You felt cosy and safe in her grasp, curiously so, as if a huge blanket had curled you up and was squeezing you to sleep. Indeed the softness, tightness and in your drowsy, oxygen-deprived state you were very open to the suggestion of sleep.
But in the end it was not your choice to faint from the soft tightness, rather your body did it for you. The soft lacing bands of thick fur around your chest saw to that with their smooth pressure around your chest that, were you ever released, you'd swear that she made you thinner. But of course you were never to be released after this performance. Her hips maintained the same tempo of slamming power on your own, teasing and teasing away without a chance of release. You had almost begun to grow numb; however the darkness of unconsciousness took you before her pleasing sensation was missed.
She felt you slump forward, and a sigh left her mouth.
Maybe hours, minutes or seconds later you awoke with a might intake of air into your lungs. At least it was enough that you could breathe again, and as such you had to exploit the fact that you could once more, you had no idea how long it would take for her to capture you in her soft prison again, not that you'd mind those tails again.
The cool breeze flowed down the tunnel again, and this time it didn't just flow over your exposed arms and legs. This time it went over everything, bare chest and bare groin as well.
"Sleep well?" She interrupted your thoughts and appeared out of the corner of your gaze once you decided to open your eyes.
"Uugh." You grunt, shuffling lightly on the floor. Your mouth is dry, and words don't come easily.
"Sadly for you, you failed the last chance you had to not be food. I even gave you three chances and you still messed up." You could hear the crackling of the undying torch she held in her hands off to one side. "So I guess this is the end." She giggles lightly as you try to move, to stand up and fight her again. You've had your relaxing now and you could try one last time.
But your body refused to move, and this time it wasn't because of the cocoon of tails squeezing you tired, though that was not far away.
"All this time I spent trying you, and I never cared to know your name. Too bad it doesn't matter now and I might as well just call you the next meal."
"N-"
"No? Well you had the chance to be a squeeze toy, but you couldn't withstand it, so this is the next best thing for you." You hear a stomach rumble from her, longer and louder than you expected any grumble to sound. "Ooh, and I'm oh so hungry I can already taste you."
A soft tail tip coils around one wrist and grasps it tightly before moving and swiftly snatching the other into an inescapable bond before you could even move, if you could even move. With weak strength you meekly fought back, but you could both tell that she wasn't shifting for an attempt that weak. The tail began to pull upwards, lifting your body off of the ground like before. This time, however, she wasn't interested in seizing tightly around you to test you, so your body lay bare beside her.
A tail that looked only slightly different rose up to meet you. Though it was the same size and shape, the fluff was a little less extravagant and it seemed to weigh more in the way it curled around to visit you. Unlike the others, it had no need to coil around your body. It was not interested in being outside you; instead it wanted you inside of it. The tip of the tail slowly moved to position itself beneath you, right next to your slim paws that weakly and meekly struggled. The fur tickled lightly against your toes, and you swear that for a second it seemed to be inquisitively sniffing what was presented to it.
"Open wide." She licked her lips. Like a terrifying flower it split and revealed the organic insides of what appeared to be a throat. The entrance to this tail seemed just smaller than your body, even with the squeezing that still affected your breathing. You gulped at the sight of the tailmaw's interior: the dark scarlet interiors were wet with the presence of saliva, something to make your trip extra smooth, and strings of it spanned from the 'petals' of the flower-like opening. Quite quickly the red, fleshy insides turned to darkness once you looked any further than a foot into it.
Something inside it moved; a thick tongue emerged from the darkness, easily as thick around as your thigh. It was even more dexterous than the tails that had held you so tightly with the way it seemed to lick around the maw that would soon be graced with your presence. You wanted to struggle and squirm away, perhaps kick it in defiance, but the squeezing of your body had done its job well, and the notion of another tight space in which to be put was enticing to say the least.
The thick tongue slid out and coiled around your ankle, smearing the wet saliva against your thin fur. Quickly it grasped the other ankle in a single coil, ensuring that you couldn't escape even if she let you. The tongue had a surprising strength to it; being pure muscle it was as powerful if not more so than the much thicker tails before. It bound your ankles together with a force that you would have had trouble with if you weren't exhausted, then proceeded up further towards your knees.
It pulled you in; jerkily at first, then smoother as the tongue extended up further. The first part of you to disappear inside of her was the toes on your paws. The warmth was instantaneous and more potent than the soft warmth from the tails on your little digits. Inside was humid too, and even without touching one of the side walls droplets were forming on your paws. You were either lowered into it or it was eating its way up you, because your whole paws were next inside.
They were too wide not to bump into the incredibly smooth walls of this throat that squished as you were pulled inside. Soft as well; if you had had your strength on hand it still would have been hard to escape, like falling in a pool without getting wet. You could have sworn that the inner walls flexed inwards slightly as your paws met with the warmth and the wetness.
"Mmm, that look of resigned terror might be more delicious than you are." You didn't look away as she spoke; too busy staring at the hungry maw that was swallowing you whole.
It made it to your ankles before closing for a few seconds. Like lips the soft flesh squished around your intruding legs. With the maw closed, the heat rose and you could feel the thickest part of the tongue pull at your feet. Before you could even think about it for too long, the maw opened again, now actively moving up your body, rather than waiting for its food to be delivered.
In one 'bite' it moved up to your knees and tugged, drawing you in like a piece of spaghetti. The tongue's wrapping kept you from squirming, though not completely; she liked it when you struggled fruitlessly.
"You're as tasty as I thought." The tailmaw's suction on you was faster than she was lowering you into it, initiating a slight tug of war. But that wasn't in your interest. Instead it was the sensation of the tight, hot and wet throat that had swallowed half of your legs. The inside was extraordinarily slick, and your paws gained no purchase on the purposefully soft insides. You could feel the pulse of her heart beating through it, feeling almost like the muscles of the throat which hadn't even begun to draw you in just yet.
"Would you like a name to curse in your final moments?" She asked; no hint of malice in her voice. Perhaps surprised, you wrench your gaze away from the tailmaw at her attractive features. "Though I care not for your name, little snack, mine is Nanabi. Remember it for the rest of your life." You saw her smile, then the tight feeling of the inside of the throat made it up to your hips in a large gulp.
You turn to look at the entrance that you'd soon be disappearing inside; it was larger than you expected from such a fluffy looking tail, obviously to hide a second mouth that she uses for prey larger than a fist. By now, struggling is useless, though she doesn't want you to stop. The warmth on your body exceeds the fur exposed to the cool air with more than half your body swallowed inside her now.
Was it her goal to tease you even now? The way she had stripped you nude ensured that your manhood would stroke against the inside of her throat, and even the thickest tongue had a small go at licking you, but to your masculine dismay, it did not even stay to arouse you to half-mast. You were beginning to sweat now with the warmth of that throat that gently sucked on you like a lollipop, but the thickest part of you was still to go.
"I'll be able to enjoy you in there for hours; licking you clean and squeezing you even more." She chuckled, and almost if on cue, the throat muscles finally kicked in. My gods they were powerful. Like a wave they started at your waist and sped down to your toes, drawing you in even more effectively than her lowering. The powerful muscles were strong enough to cause you to struggle just a little from your blood shifting. You looked at it again, noticing the slight bulge of your legs already inside it. Your struggling barely made any difference, and in a few more moments you'd be just a bulge to the rest of the world.
Another powerful gulp moved the fleshy maw even closer to your arms than before, swallowing your torso in a single move. It was strange to look down and see your body inside of something that to the outside seemed as innocent as a fox tail, but then a strong gulp of the muscles tightened around your chest. It caught you on an exhale, and for the fourth time you were brought to a gasping thin piece of nothing but food for her. The warmth on the inside of her tail seemed more welcoming and plush than the outside. You wanted to be swallowed now; you wanted more and more of this sensational feeling of warmth and softness, something that could only be rivalled by her tails.
"Take your last look at the world. How is your exit? Swallowed whole and alive by me? How unusual. Don't be alarmed, many like you have fallen like this, many before and many still will end like this." Were these your death rites? You never found out, because as soon as she finished talking the tailmaw slid up one more time, covering your shoulders and head with one powerful movement. It was quite amazing how it stretched so far from being no wider than an outstretched hand into something that could easily swallow your shoulders.
Your last sight was the view of her powerful body and the coy smile on her face. Then it was all a dark, fleshy red. Sound was instantly muffled, and your face was pressed against the soft wall of the tailmaw's throat. It was as wet as you expected, your fur matting down at the contact of it all. That thick tongue hadn't finished with you yet; it slithered across your chest and made its way to your neck, where it mimicked the soft scarf that had choked you out cold before.
It was oddly comforting, being surrounded by powerful muscles that sensually travelled down your body in a wave of tightness. It was a little difficult to breathe, but that didn't matter anymore; you were food for her.
"If only you can see what I see: your little body barely making a mark on mine. But don't worry, you'll make one after you're nothing." You felt the tail around your wrist loosen and let go of you. It would be your final touch of her blissful fur, and so your head tilted up as much as the tongue allowed you to. The powerful throat drew you inside another foot, and your hands that were drawn above your head slid between the openings in the tailmaw. Slowly you felt it close, a powerful motion that signalled your absolute end.
Then all was darkness. You could see nothing, but you could feel it all: the pulse of your body and hers slowly synchronising, the tightness all around your body that would be painful were it not for the silken smooth texture of the throat's inner wall. Dampness pervaded your whole body, assisting those powerful muscles in slowly squeezing you tighter and tighter. That tongue never stayed still on your chest, but the unbreakable grip it had around your throat began to increase.
You struggled in her tailmaw, but it was too strong; she was too strong. You were only slightly aware of the movement of the whole tail as Nanabi examined her work. Such a brave and foolish individual, you served a better purpose as food than fighter. No matter, she ensured your role was fulfilled, if not by her then by something else later. For now, she'd rest and make your body into fuel for her own powerful form. It'd take a week, maybe less.
It was almost a trance that you were in as your eyes closed and your body slowed. Your struggles lessened as you faded. It was safe in there, you were safe now.
"Enjoy it." She whispered.