by Mortanius
Thanks go to FF for the inspiration for this story. I hope he doesn't mind me turning the tables a little. Every species deserves a fighting chance….
Jenny Lioness had not enjoyed a proper hunt for days in this harsh land of shifting sands and a beating red sun that seemed ever high in the cloudless sky above. She imagined this desert had not seen a drop of rain in a month, if not longer. A handsome specimen of werecat, Jenny stood taller than most men and was more beautiful than most women. Having hunted her previous territory to near extinction, she found herself in this barren place, where the sun made her feel as though her fine yellow pelt were about to catch fire. After a day of crossing the desert sands she was weak in body and spirit, and her high, prominent breasts weighed upon her like so much lead. Her pointed ears drooped unhealthily as she found brief sanctuary beneath the fronds of a palm that had somehow managed to keep itself alive through the sun and the relentless heat. Perhaps there was water to be found nearby? Unlikely though it seemed, Jenny soon stumbled upon a sizable puddle, made cold and clear by the freezing air of the previous night. She drank greedily, filling her belly until she gulped a mouthful of sand and scowled at its taste and the feel of it in her throat. As she stood she fancied she caught sight of a figure some fifty yards away, obscured by the desert’s rippling air. She later decided that it had been mere hallucination, possibly due to this inhospitable climate and her own growing hunger. That thought was hardly reassuring. She had slaked her thirst, for now, but she must find food, or starve. A nest of sandshrews provided a bit of nourishment, enough to carry her through the cruel, cold night, and the following morning she was fortunate enough to discover a pair of sandslashes nesting not twenty yards from the palm under which she had slept. Swollen with prey, the huntress nestled herself inside the sandslash burrow and relished the feel of the two creatures struggling and scratching inside her. Her stomach stretched, but did not break; she had ingested meals far larger and far livelier than this. She recalled an odd creature named Angel ni’Flareon, who had fancied herself something of a predator. Jenny had put that one in her proper place. She smiled in remembrance of her late rival’s futile thrashing as she weakened and at last digested over the course of a week. The werecat did not envy ni’Flareon’s fate, but doubtless she would have done the same to her, had she the opportunity. In this world it was eat, or be eaten. Jenny caught a glimpse of the dark figure again the following day, and it became her compass. If it did not show her a path to the northern mountains, out of the desert, it would at least provide a decent meal. Her belly growled at the prospect of food. She had regurgitated the hard, unpalatable carapaces left by her sandslash feast and fashioned them into a crude set of plate mail to shield her from wind and sand. Flimsy as it was, her makeshift breastplate was ill suited to the tast of containing her ample bust, and soon she loosened her armor to give her body room to breathe and cool. On the fifth day, ready to collapse from exhaustion, Jenny stumbled headlong into a stand of palm trees. So shocked was she at the sight of greenery that she did not feel the scratch of prickly underbrush against her feet. At the heart of this verdant anomaly she discovered a spring easily twenty feet in width and roughly half as deep. White-eyed fish darted to and fro beneath a surface clearer than crystal. Stripping herself of her armor, she fell to her knees before the pool and drank her fill, then splashed cool water over her face and breasts. “You would drink my spring dry?” Jenny leapt to her feet, startled, and glanced quickly about for the source of the voice. She stood upon the opposite bank: a creature who looked to be half woman and half vaporeon. She stood inches taller than Jenny, and her skin was smooth and sea-blue. Fins adorned her neck, and gills pulsed where ears should have been. Her eyes were wide and jet-black, as though fashioned from tinted glass. She was a handsome animal, slim and buxom - more so, Jenny noted with a spark of jealousy, than she was herself. The vaporeon smiled, and her petulant lips were of a turquoise hue. Around her, mewling and crying, flocked a number of young vaporeons who did not yet boast their mother’s humanoid traits. “Who are you?” Jenny gurgled, bloated with water. “Go away. I’m too full to eat you right now. I’d burst. I don’t like seafood anyway.” “I am Aqua ni’Vaporeon.” The creature sniffed haughtily, and her loose, remarkably rounded breasts swayed freely. Jenny snarled. The audacity of this girl! Aqua ni’Vaporeon swept her arm before her, indicating the swarm of younger animals. “And this is my brood. I am surprised you do not know of me, murderer.” “Just a moment,” Jenny protested, envisioning this impudent creature inside her, that magnificent, smooth-scaled bosom filling her up.... The werecat licked her lips. Perhaps she was not so full after all. Surely, there was room for this morsel. “I am no murderer, and I’ve never seen you before. Explain yourself.” “This is my territory, and you the intruder.” Aqua’s voice trembled with anger. “You speak as though it were the other way round. You’ve eaten my sister, my dear Angel. You will pay, murderer!” “She would have done the same to me,” Jenny said lazily. She sat heavily, water sloshing inside her belly, and gazed across the pool at the lovely Aqua ni’Vaporeon through heavy-lidded eyes. “I am not a murderer. I am a survivor. Leave me be, or tell me the way into the mountains.” “I think I will play with you a bit, werecat,” Aqua chuckled. She gestured toward the eastern horizon. “There is a town some five miles east. I will see you there, murderer.” With that she vanished, her voluptuous form losing its shape as she became water and soaked into the sand. Her children scattered, obsidian eyes wide and alert. Jenny lay back, resting her hands upon her water-swollen stomach. “Show me a little more respect, girl,” she yawned, “or I’ll drink you.” She closed her eyes, and slept fitfully. She woke early the following morning and made her way slowly east. As the sun reached its zenith and the sand beneath the huntress’ feet became scalding, she at last caught sight of a cluster of ramshackle houses on the horizon. Plumes of smoke rose from chimneys. She might reach it in a day, without rest, but she was tired, and she had not eaten in two days. The desert grew cool as the sun descended, and Jenny searched out a small stand of palms that might at least offer a modicum of shade when the sun began to climb in the morning. She was about to nod off when a vaporeon - a child, by its size and curious disposition - curled up between her breasts and began to purr. Jenny lifted the animal by the membranous frill about its neck. “You should ask first, little one,” she chastized it. “You’re just a child, aren’t you? Where’s your mother? She would not leave you.” The young vaporeon mewed and blinked its enormous black eyes. Jenny smiled and gave it a gentle shake. It began to struggle. Her eyes caught a cruel gleam, and she clasped the animal to her breast, stroking its fins. “Perhaps she is waiting for me,” she murmured. “Or perhaps she’s out hunting. Does she bring you food, little one? Yes....” She stretched her jaws wide and crushed Aqua’s child into her mouth, felt its writhings as it passed down her throat. With a last, convulsive swallow the young creature settled into her belly. Others had gathered around her, curious, and she grinned broadly, beckoning a particularly large specimen to come nearer. “You’re a big one,” she rumbled, nibbling at a fin. “Well, you all look the same. I’m sure she won’t miss one or two of you....” Aqua ni’Vaporeon twisted and slithered through the palms as easily as she might have swum through the waters in which she had taken her first breaths. She held an arm over her naked breasts to steady them, and clutched in her teeth a slain raichu that would feed her precious young for quite some time. Perhaps it was time to conceive a new litter. Her heart swelled with pride when she thought of her considerable brood. Such good children, all of them. Aqua marveled that she had carried every one of them inside her womb, nursed them to make them strong.... Her kind engaged in none of the primitive sexual activity other species seemed to regard as miraculous. She required nothing but an uncontaminated source of water and the will to give it solid form within herself. Her prey fell from her jaws as she came upon her nest. It lay in utter disarray, and all about were strewn the bones of her children, bleached white by the high desert sun. Even before she spotted the note, she knew the hand that wrought this deed. The scrap of parchment had been placed under the skull of her eldest child so Aqua might easily see it. She picked it up with trembling fingers, unable even to weep for her slain young. PERHAPS NEXT TIME, the parchment boasted in lage, scrawling letters, YOU MIGHT MAKE THEM A BIT MORE CRISP. THEY WERE VERY TOUGH, AND CAUGHT IN MY TEETH. ALSO, A LITTLE SALTY FOR MY TASTE, THOUGH I SUPPOSE YOU FISH ALL TASTE ALIKE. At last her grief was swallowed by rage, a great inferno inside that threatened to engulf her in its heat, and she ripped the parchment to bits with tooth and claw. She felt her watery heart boil and evaporate. All that was inside her had frozen to ice, and her glassy black eyes burned cold and furious. She cradled that skull of her eldest, holding it to her breast, and gazed east. “You’ve taken my sister from me, murderer,” she hissed, “and now you’ve devoured my children. I will take this out of you in blood!” On the crest of a nearby dune Jenny Lioness, replete to bursting with Aqua ni’Vaporeon’s younglings, watched her mourn. The creature gathered the skulls and bones into a great mound and set it aflame with a makeshift torch fashioned from burning foliage. She knelt beside the pyre and, face in her hands, began to weep, though Jenny could not hear her from this distance. She rolled onto her side so as not to bake dry in the sun, and groaned as her belly gurgled and struggled to digest her enormous meal. Surely she would explode if she made too great an endeavor to move. Her pelt stood on end upon the massive globe of her abdomen. Veins bulged like a roadmap. Shadows circled overhead and the Lioness felt a spark of fear deep inside. She was in no condition to defend herself, and if even one of those cruel, sharp beaks found home.... One of the dark birds landed beside her. She writhed frantically - she had heard that this sort of animal did not attack things that yet lived - but this one paid no heed. She waved at the scavenger. “Go, you stupid bird!” she hissed. “You’ll burst me! Don’t - don’t - !” She snatched up the bird by its legs and, unable to think of a preferable method of disposal, she crushed it as best she could into her mouth. Swallowing was a long and arduous effort, each labored gulp drawing the scavenger an inch or two further into her throat until she could scarcely breathe. At last the bird was inside her, and her straining skin neared the point of rupturing. A tear rolled from the huntress’ eye as a second scavenger took interest in her and alit beside her. “No,” she begged. “I cannot hold you. Please, go. Don’t make me pop. Please....” The scavenger hopped closer, and she snagged it by a wing. She very nearly choked swallowing this one. Unable to move, scarcely able to think for all the meat in her belly, Jenny lay where she was for a day and a night, and the better part of the following morning. At length, feeling a bit like a deflated airship, she struggled to her feet and resumed her trek east. Aqua ni’Vaporeon was distant in her mind, however; she must have water, and soon if she hoped to survive another day. At last she found herself before the smallest of the houses in the small eastern town, a small farm with a waterwheel and a number of malnourished, listless sheep. It was the wheel that caught her attention. The very thought of food was nearly enough to make her ill. She fell to her knees beside the wheel and quenched her thirst, then glanced about for signs of life. None made themselves apparent until she reached the center of what looked to be the only street in this dilapidated excuse for a town. Here a young boy wheeled past in an odd thing that might have passed for a chair; there an old woman hobbled along on one leg. Everyone here was either old or infirmed, or both. The huntress avoided their relentless stares as best she could, but soon found herself at the center of a circle of strangers. The decrepit townspeople gazed at her as though expecting her to impart some great secret. “I am Jenny Lioness,” she announced. “I am expected here. Have you seen a woman named Aqua ni’Vaporeon about? She is taller than me, and very slim. Her breasts make her look clumsy, as if she is about to fall over.” She paused. “She will be very angry with me, I think,” she mused. “Surely you have seen her, or perhaps spoken to her.” Still, silence was her only reply. She abandoned this useless pursuit and approached the edge of the circle, only to have two young children link hands to bar her progress. Uneasy, she knelt to address the youths. “Do not stand in my way, young ones,” she said as amiably as she could manage. “I’ve no quarrel with you.” “But they are mine, and I have a quarrel with you.” It was Aqua’s voice, and there she was on a rooftop, naked and gleaming in the sun. “Observe my power.” The two children began to shudder, and water poured out of them in torrents until all that was left of them were empty skins. Jenny recoiled with a gasp. “I challenge you to single combat, murderer,” Aqua called, and alit on her feet before Jenny as easily as a cat. “Do you accept, or have you lost your honor? If you ever had such a thing to begin with.” “What I have is hunger,” Jenny hissed, “and I think you’ll feed it nicely.” She tensed as Aqua leapt away from her. The vaporeon spewed a jet of water with enough pressure behind it to bring the lioness to her knees, sopping wet. Aqua crouched, her chest expanding as she prepared another watery spear. “You are not as fast as me,” Jenny panted, “and you will not catch me off my guard the next time.” Aqua said nothing, instead expelling the water she held within her. Jenny leapt out of its path and was upon the vaporeon in an instant, one arm pinning her to the sand. Then Aqua was gone, vanished into the ground. Jenny whirled and caught her upside the head with a fist as she sprung up behind her. Aqua fell, unconscious, her breast still swollen with a third elemental projectile. Jenny smiled, taking her by the legs and imagining this insolent girl’s fear when she awoke to find herself a meal. “Yes, you will feed me well,” Jenny murmured. “I hope I can fit all of you in me.” She pulled Aqua close and began to swallow, jaws snapping and dislocating painfully to accommodate both the vaporeon’s legs at once. She did not have a great deal of trouble until she reached Aqua’s fleshy thighs and wide hips – wider by far than her own, and enough to make the huntress feel as though her head were about to split open. At last Aqua’s hips slid into her throat, and with a series of excruciating gulps she moved them along to her belly. Exhausted, Jenny lay back upon the sand with half her prey inside her and half of it stretching her throat and jaws out of any semblance of shape. Now there were those succulent breasts to deal with, and she nearly passed out at the mere thought of the effort that would be required to swallow them. She felt something stir inside her, and through her blurring vision noted that Aqua was awake and struggling. “What are you doing?” she shrieked, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Why did she not simply become water? Jenny did not care. Aqua pushed and prodded at her devourer, tried to expel the water inside her and could not. “No, you mustn’t! I must live! I beg of you, do not eat me!” “Your fins hurt my stomach, and your hips are too wide,” Jenny complained around her captive’s waist, though she did not think Aqua was able to understand her. “How many children have you had, to stretch you out like this?” “Let me go!” Aqua pleaded. “Help me, my goddess!” “I doubt that,” Jenny mumbled, and began to swallow anew. Aqua’s waist was slim and smooth and easy enough to swallow, but it gave way to her bosom, and every inch of that was agony to get inside. The huntress squished and squeezed, forced herself to stretch wider, and still her face had turned blue by the time she got Aqua in her up to her neck. Her protests were incoherent now, sobs and ramblings in some ancient, lost tongue. Her tears lent her a pleasant taste of salt. “You hurt,” Jenny told her. She folded the vaporeon’s arms until they snapped, and forced them down her throat. “I doubt you’ll have any last words I’ll understand, so I suppose I’ll say goodbye to you now.” “Pahn goh ni’Kya,” Aqua spat. “Mmmph,” Jenny replied, and set about gulping down the vaporeon’s head, crumpling her fins to make them a bit more comfortable on the way down. Aqua’s skull was soft and pliable, and though it stretched her jaws, it was not so agonizing as had been her hips and bust. Soon the vaporeon had vanished into her, and she lay upon her engorged belly like a mattress and hoped she would not pop, though she was not as full as she had been when she had devoured Aqua’s children and the scavengers. Strange – Aqua was not struggling. Perhaps she had been folded the wrong way, and she was dead – but no, the lioness felt the beat of her heart, in tandem with her own. She sighed and settled back to sleep. “Well, I hope you enjoy your new home.” Inside the huntress, Aqua ni’Vaporeon smiled and stretched out as best she could within the confines of her prison. At last, she would taste revenge. Now you may rest, my sister, she thought. And you, children. “Now I have you where I want you, murderer,” she uttered. “I hope that you hear me, and that you are afraid.” And she began to pump jet after jet of water from her elemental reservoir. "JENNY VS. THE VAPOREON" is © its creator,
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