Bastet's Final Pillar

Galiavan 2083 Gazatine Desert
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Bastet was standing before the mouth of the cave which was located far out into the desert's of the Domescadian continent. The cave itself was situated against the side of a tall mountain, and the Nekomimi-War Lord looked up with a fangy grin. "I shall kill this 'King Warble', and take his stolen palace as my claim! And when I take his bone, I shall finally complete my training-my pilgrimage, my legendary feats will be made known for all to see! I shall ascend to the Gods themselves!" she declared, raising one of a pair of her bronze looking knuckle based ferals. She then made her way into the dark and gloomy cave.

Sand quickly was replaced with solid slate, and then soon she was standing in a palace made of marble and chiseled sandstone. The sun which had beaten upon the Cat-eared woman shined down through cracks in the high ceiling, possibly thousands of feet high above her. Like a curtain of light, they stretched down to the echoing near polished floor and also hit several of the pools of water which dotted this grand foyer. Bast was in awe of the grandiose architecture as she walked up to what looked like a plush bed made of red velvet which was illuminated by the waves refracted off the surface of the pools behind it. She purred, kneeling down upon it's incredibly soft and plush surface.



"Well now, I have found my bed once I have slain the beast of Gazatine." she chuckled seducingly under her breath, her cat ears twitching as she took a moment to relax. It was rumoured that this 'King Warble' caused this palace's destruction long ago, due to the wealth and greed of it's Empress. "But soon... it will be all mine." she sneered, adjusting her sheer silk skirt, folding it in front of her and leaving her posterior exposed with the exception of her leather straps and undergarment. She took another moment to let the scenery sink in; and noticed golden orbs rise from the stone floors, and watched them float upwards and gather towards the ceiling.

The King Warble hung high above the cat-eared woman, the self-proclaiming warrior to come and best this creature and take its home. Even thousands of feet high, shrouded in the darkness between the streams of light piercing through cracks in the ceiling, it could smell the sweet aroma of this woman, the sweat dripping from her skin. Its keen eyes saw her kneel on the red velvet bed, her fingers stroking the pools of water, as if this place was already hers.

The beast's stomach grumbled. Normally it needn't hunt. Normally the other Warble's would bring it food as penance for the King, otherwise it may eat them, being the apex predator in these parts and owner of this palace for an unknown period of time. It was only once in a while that a warrior dared to enter the palace to claim it as their own...none have ever escaped. The King Warble enjoyed these moments particularly. While being spoon fed by the lesser Warbles was nice, the domination of the hunt was always an adrenaline rush.

With his senses piqued and his hunger roused, the beast let out a low growl that only it could hear as it began scaling the walls downward from the ceiling. It didn't want to simply drop in on its prey, announcing itself in a dramatic fashion. No, one can never be too careful. One day a warrior could bring it down. Hopefully today was not that day. For this meal looked more delectable than any that had come before it. The King Warble couldn't wait to have her struggling body in the pouch within its mouth, tasting all of her and then swallowing her whole.

It would come soon enough.

As the creature got closer, it could smell her perfume-a beautiful mix of Iris and Pomegranate, and notice the shiny gold ornaments she wore as her garment. She had a very athletic look about her, with a bikini like top that was white and adorned with jewels. She had a few gold hoop earrings attached to her left ear, which jingled together whenever her ears twitched. She had her hand scooped into the pool of water beside her when she paused.

Her garnet red eyes were staring into the rippling water's reflection, as her ears had heard something snick against something nearby. However, she remained where she was kneeling, slowly closing her glowing red eyes as she smiled. "Oh, great and honourable King Warble.... I hope I am a fitting sacrifice for a beast so grand and powerful as you; please, accept my flesh as if it were your own meal; I am yours completely for the taking." she says out loud, bowing her head, her arms crossing her chest, leaving herself completely open and vulnerable.

The King listened to the cat-woman's call, and observed her submissive body language, as if asking to be taken by him. A willing meal? Sacrifices have certainly been made to him in the past, but even if they were so-called "willing" meals, he could sense their fear. They had a different smell to them. Not of Iris and Pomegranate, but of sweat and terror. They shivered as they spoke, knowing their demise was upon them. This woman spoke with conviction, unfazed by her apparent doom. This didn't sit well with the King. She must have something up her sleeve. No need for pleasantries or sneak attacks now. She knew he was there. May as well show himself.

The King dropped to the floor in front of her, like a truck being dropped from the sky. The ground shook beneath the force of the Warble's weight, the ground kicking up huge clouds of dust and the pools themselves splashing from the tremors. It almost knocked the woman herself off her feet. While she tried to remain in her calm state, the Warble sensed he had at least startled her. There was weakness within her. No matter what she had up her sleeve, he was determined to make her his meal.

He spread his enormous wings and opened his gaping maw, the pouch beneath his snout jiggling about as he let out a generous roar. The wind of his breath whipped up her clothes and hair, and bits of saliva splattered her, all while she gazed down the cavernous throat of the gigantic beast.

The glowing eyed cat girl let out a crazed grin, her eyes almost devoid of any sanity. "Oh, great and honourable King;" she starts, standing up on her gilded shoes; the flap of that narrow skirting flapped wildly and revealed her white undergarment beneath. With her arms wide open the crazy cat-woman sprinted and then LEAPT into the wide gaping maw. "ACCEPT M-" But her voice and cry was cut off as soon as her body hit his pouch. She bounced up was forced forward into a tight ball; a wonderful taste graced his tongue and just as quickly the cat-eared woman was forced into a tight ball and was travelling down his neck...

A few seconds pass, the woman's body at the mercy of the acids within the Warbles stomach as she was churned and forced under a yellowish acid lake... That is when, outside his body, that the Warble's stomach glowed and a HUGE explosion erupted. The dragon like creature screamed, smoke spewing from it's mouth. Not only that, but it had then turned and spewed it's entire stomach contents onto the ground. Skeletons of animals and humans alike, jewelry and the like was amid the steaming bodily fluids. Just as the Warble was recovering it would feel a double pair of sharp pointed implements stab into it's back. Behind him, and just out of reach of his wings was the Kneeling Bastet. She grinned, purring as both of her hands were clenched into fists: the bladed feral knuckles were stabbed into him and she dug them further into his flesh. "Like that, don't ya? I'm the War Lord Bast! You're death was preordained by the War Gods themselves!" She exclaimed, releasing her right hand's knuckle's blades; the three bladed claws detached from the brass knuckles they were previously attached to. She brought her right fist back, and three more blades attached themselves to the knuckle implements.

The King Warble had never experienced an attack like this before! An illusionist was quite new. This warrior was powerful indeed, just as he suspected. He should've been more careful. Normally he likes to savor his meals, and he underestimated his ability to do that with this one. Had he simply landed on her, it would've given him more of an opportunity, but he decided upon intimidation instead. That cost him dearly, as now he felt the horrific explosion in his stomach and all of his previous meals from days prior expelled onto the ground before him.

And then of course the needling pain in his back. He could hear this woman's laughter and exclamations, proclaiming his defeat before he was even defeated. Cocky, this one. She was out of his wings' reach indeed, as well as clear of his back legs, but she'd made a mistake by digging claws into his hide. She was now connected to him. With one strong FLAP of his wings, the Warble was sent flying backward with Bastet on his back. She had but a moment to gasp before she was SLAMMED into the concrete wall, caught between it and the weight of the beast.

Contents of her own stomach spewed from her mouth due to the strike and she fell to the floor, coughing. This gave the Warble a chance to spin around. It went to snap for her but she dove, just barely being missed by his jaws. However, the white garment covering her ass and womanhood was snagged on his teeth. Unable to get further away, she cursed the Warble, who whipped its neck to the side, sending her careening across the room. She landed in one of the pools of water, rolling through it. When she stopped, she looked up to see the Warble staring hungrily at her, huffing, the white garment no longer around her waist, but dangling from its teeth.

SeiferHowling wrote:The King Warble had never experienced an attack like this before! An illusionist was quite new. This warrior was powerful indeed, just as he suspected. He should've been more careful. Normally he likes to savor his meals, and he underestimated his ability to do that with this one. Had he simply landed on her, it would've given him more of an opportunity, but he decided upon intimidation instead. That cost him dearly, as now he felt the horrific explosion in his stomach and all of his previous meals from days prior expelled onto the ground before him.

And then of course the needling pain in his back. He could hear this woman's laughter and exclamations, proclaiming his defeat before he was even defeated. Cocky, this one. She was out of his wings' reach indeed, as well as clear of his back legs, but she'd made a mistake by digging claws into his hide. She was now connected to him. With one strong FLAP of his wings, the Warble was sent flying backward with Bastet on his back. She had but a moment to gasp before she was SLAMMED into the concrete wall, caught between it and the weight of the beast.

Contents of her own stomach spewed from her mouth due to the strike and she fell to the floor, coughing. This gave the Warble a chance to spin around. It went to snap for her but she dove, just barely being missed by his jaws. However, the white garment covering her ass and womanhood was snagged on his teeth. Unable to get further away, she cursed the Warble, who whipped its neck to the side, sending her careening across the room. She landed in one of the pools of water, rolling through it. When she stopped, she looked up to see the Warble staring hungrily at her, huffing, the white garment no longer around her waist, but dangling from its teeth.

As the beast gained altitude she detached the blades in her left pair of knuckles and quickly sprinted up the length of his back, using his spine as stepping stones as she planned to dive off into one of the pools-but it's speed was quite amazing, and paralleled with her speed and agility. As soon as she was on it's massive forehead she was suddenly forced onto her chest; her large voluminous breasts squished against his nostrils, filling his nose with her delicious scent as both the wind and her lunch were knocked out of her. Saliva flew and fell off the tip of his nose, landing several of feet below them.

Stunned, she limply sprawled over his nose, her arms hanging at the sides of his jaws, her feet pressing onto the scales just below his eyes-his very large eyes able to eye her desirable athletic body as she lay temporarily weakened across his nose. She had exhaled a tiny, almost painfully cute gasp that was both a squeal and at the same time sounded like a kitten mewling. Stuck on his nose for a few seconds, the beast tilted it's head down, letting it's lunch drop so it may swoop in and swallow her whole; but luck had been on Bastet's side as she managed to recover at the last second and tuck herself into a ball to increase her descent's speed. However....

"Gaah!" She exclaimed, her body no longer in a tight ball, but now she was hanging with her sexy legs arched back, her arms held out forward, pointing at the ground below them. She bent her upper body towards the beast, gritting her teeth as she looked into it's large sneering eyes. "You lucky bastard of a bloody bird! It seems we are matched in agility and speed-this is why I need one of your bones; to fulfil my task and make my ascension into Galacyia itself!" she exclaimed, swinging her right hand which still held the knuckles with newly attached feral blades and ejected the blades in mid swing!

The three bronze coated, sharp Domescadian steel blades embedded it's scales in a row, the last wedging it self between the creature's left eye's lower eyelid and wedged under it's left eyeball itself. This caused the beast to thrash violently, and the dizzy Baset was controlling her centre of gravity to avoid going dizzy, but suddenly she was sprawling, flying across the ruins of the great hall.

"Yaahhhhhhh!" She cried, her body smacking into a column, breaking the corners off before she tumbled and rolled into a small pool of water with a splash!

A few seconds pass, and the Neko emerges from the pool, water dripping from her furry ears and long bangs. Water coursed down her sexy crevices and made her body and gilded jewelry glisten:



She gasped, coughing as her body recovered from the abuse of the beast. She looked up with her large, feline red coloured eyes and panted. "Damned be the Gods...to come up with a creation so deadly such as this!" she exhaled, pulling herself from the waters. Lacking her skirt to protect the modesty of her thong, the cat-eared woman drew the blades of her Ferals again, bringing them both up so that the six small blades clashed against one another, causing several sparks to flare up. She motioned the beast to come down, she wanted some ground combat, and was prepared to fight the beast to the bitter end!

The King Warble landed on the ground once more, causing it to shake the water the splash. It let out a roar in response to the sparks on her blades, sending trembling echoes across the halls. The King wasn't going to be beaten by the likes of this cat-woman! It released an immense breath of fire, heating the room in seconds. Bastet felt the heat of the blaze before it was even upon her, and she used her nimble skills to dodge the flames.

Looking back at where she just stood, the ground had been seared and the pool of water boiled. She didn't want to be caught in those flames, not for an instant. She'd be disintegrated into nothing. Putting her game face on, she charged the Warble as it continued to shoot fire blasts at her. With quick precision, she weaved through each, approaching her opponent. Once she was close enough to strike at, the Warble went for it, but again missed, watching Bastet slide beneath him and slice at his underbelly. He roared in immense pain, and his first instinct was to collapse and crush the woman beneath her. She knew this too, so as he lowered his body, she rolled out from beneath it, her sweaty body covered in dust, her breasts jiggling.

Having not felt her body crushed beneath his, he turned to see her still alive, still moving. With the flap of his wings, a gust of wind pushed her back, causing her to lose a bit of her balance. He then proceeded to try and claw at her, but she was much too quick. Like a game of whack-a-mole, he kept trying to slam his paw down upon her, but she rolled and rolled, gasping sexily each time he missed. The Warble got lucky and managed to trap her beneath the weight of his paw. He heard her let out a terribly cry, but it was instantly followed by a searing pain in his paw. She SLICED it from beneath, causing him to remove it from atop her.

This was getting frustrating, indeed. The beast was bleeding from many wounds, and would need to end this fight soon so it could attend to them. Bastet stood, a cocky gaze in her eye, staring at the one eye she'd struck on the Warble. With a war cry she ran forward to continue her tirade, but was blindsided by the whip of the Warble's incredibly strong tail. She hit the ground hard, one of her blades spinning far away from her reach, her breasts pressed against the dirt. She was no longer smelling like Iris and Pomegranate. She was beginning to smell like the meals he was familiar with.

Saliva dripped from his hungry maw...

Bastet slowly pulled herself up from the increasingly hot floor; the fires of the beast was as amazing as it's skill. She slowly stood up onto her gilded feet. Her right pair of knuckles was lost when she had opened her hand, and no where in sight. Her left was still tightly clutched around it. She looks up at the beast, half bowed to it, her breasts which hung loosely in front her banged and bobbled and heaved with each panting, moaning exhale she made.

"I... need to take your life... damn you, you accursed creature! I've suffered, toiled, and bled to get to this point!" She exhaled, her War Lord powers raising from her like a gust of golden coloured wind that had a slightly red tint to it! It enveloped around her, like a tornado, and caused her large bosom to swing and bounce as her power increased exponentially. She quickly charged, her arms behind her and her eyes gleaming with fiery determination as she brought up her left hand and swiped the beast, digging the razor sharp talons into his thick hide, spraying up blood.

She not only did this, but in mid turn, she detaches the blades from the knuckles, keeping the blades embedded into the beast's left thigh as she turns and reaches around back, grabbing her concealed dagger:



She punches deeply into the tail of the beast with the bronzed knuckles, breaking away scales and leaving room for her to dig her dagger into it's exposed flesh! The Warble screeched, lifting her with his tail, hovering her above it's mouth as it tried to simply flick her into it's gaping throat! But as she flew inside, she had already replaced the blades for her knuckles, stabbing into the roof of the mouth and slicing a good chunk of the creature's tongue with the dagger. She was poised rather awkwardly within the maw, staring down it's great abyss with it's foul stench that smelled of death and rot. Her golden shoes were pressed behind it's rows of teeth, a momentary flick of the tongue against the cheeks of her ass caused her to shiver and mewl like a kitten again before she swung her body back and then out of the maw, releasing the blades in her knuckles again (which kept them embedded annoyingly to the roof of the King's mouth) before she stabbed her dagger into the right cheek of the beast. The sharp blade slowed her descent as she crossed down his cheek and neck, then across his sternum before she broke free and fell onto her knee and hands.

She looked up from under the beast, bearing her small fangs. "Allow me, allow me to take your bones! For they shall advance my cause!" she exclaims, when a claw flicked her, causing her to roll into a downward claw. Flat on her back, she looked up with widened eyes as the creatures left paw smashed into her; cracking the earth and assured her grizzly death...


Suddenly, the paw raised: Bastet had stabbed her dagger's blade fully into it, and she was using her strength to lift the paw up herself! Her eyes glowed and her furry ears hair was raised like an angry feline. "I...WON'T PERISH NOW!!" She exclaimed, breaking the dagger off and then stabbed the poisonous barb of the dagger into the exposed flesh: the paralyzing venom would soon give her an added edge by stunning the giant creature once given some time. As it lifted it's claw in pain, Bast backflips out, her breasts pressing up into her face briefly before falling with beautiful gravity, healthily and buoyantly bouncing behind her bikini-like top as she backed away.

She was sweaty, clutching a bronze knuckle which was out of disposable blades, and a broken hilt of a scorpion shaped dagger which had no more poison stored within it's barbed tail. Sweat and blood trickled down her fore head. Her breasts were oily and thick with glistening sweat, as well were her abs and her posterior’s own cleavage. She stood like before, huffing and puffing, her energy spent in those last few attacks that should surely bring an end to a tyrant beast.

The King Warble let out a defeated groan. It swayed back and forth, much like the exhausted Bastet did before him, but he was much more worn. Blood seeped from his various wounds, her blades sticking out from various parts of his body, and he could feel the numbing poison coursing through his veins. Bastet watched as the King Warble shook its head, like a tired driver trying to stay awake at the wheel. It drunkenly tried to walk forward, but tumbled to the left...then the right...trying to keep its balance.

It could not. The King fell with almost a whine of a groan, hitting the ground and causing it to shake one last time. It moaned, taking in shallow breaths, its belly lifting and falling. Its sad eyes stared at Bastet, almost apologetically, almost pleadingly. But it blinked them a few times, knowing she had earned this win, and he deserved this fate. It's movements became slower, its breaths shallower, as she began to make her way toward the beast.

A sudden rise of strength renewed it self within her, giving her the strength to approach the beast. "You were a worthy adversary; strong and defiant to the end." she says while she slowly approached, her feminine and feline nature as she swung her hips and the way her breasts jiggled with each step made her approach all the more sensually pleasing to the eyes. She stood before the beast's head and looked down into it's eyes. "I will spare you any further humility, and I shall use your body well." she says, one semi-gloved hand stroking the noble creature's nose as she pried opened its mouth, letting the upper jaw fall upon the small of her back. Her golden shoes gleamed before its eyes as she had reached into the temporarily paralysed Warble's maw. Saliva dripped and trailed down her back and shoulders and arms, her large breasts pumping against the unmoving abrasive tongue as she grabbed the three blades stuck into it's upper jaw.

Outside, it was almost laughable, for it looked like the Warble had just caught the Neko and was just too lazy to swallow her at the moment. She kicked and wiggled as the jaw lifted again, and out came Baset's upper body, sticky and trailing with saliva which made her hold back from vomiting again. The warm sticky feel and noxious breath was gross to high heaven. With the blades in hand now she readied to climb the beast to stab them into his forehead-to silence him forever.

She was stepping on the lower lip of the beast when she slipped and her breasts clogged over his nostrils. She slipped back and before she knew it the beast had clamped the tip of it's muzzle over the center strap of her bikini top and pulled; pulling the Neko closer to a gaping maw while at the same time stripping her of her top:



She paused, unsure of what just happened; the beast couldn't have moved-not under the influence so-

But her widened shocked gaze became a nearly pin pricked look of total fear as the creatures lips formed around her torso and glistening free and totally exposed breasts. She screamed, unable to fully kick and squeal before the beast jerked back and sent the full height of the War Lord inside, clamping down behind her after her ankles crossed the threshold of the tip of the creature's beak.

Light shown through from the outside, and she could clearly see the wiggling rough tongue which curled around her athletic abs and roughly groped at her left breast, while at the same time was looking down the gaping throat again. "H-how can this be?! The poison should have kept you down!" she cries, her face forced onto a slurping tongue, her left eye closed as the rough organ slides up and down her chin and the left side of her face, getting the woman to mewl out in terrified kitten like noises again of disapproval.

Her eyes teared, her heart raced, her fingers dug into the tongue and with a bronze knuckle yet on her left hand she tried punching the ceiling and lower jaws; kicking and kneeing the creature's mouth while on the outside, Bastet's silhouette was easily seen through the thin webbing of the creature's pouch.

Just as Bastet had attempted to fake out the beast when she arrived, she had now fallen victim to the beast's own ploy. The poison did not work, and he was not nearly as wounded as she thought he was. The Warble was quite smart. Being able to mimic the songs of any bird to entice prey wasn't its only trick. And this trick had won itself a most delectable prize.

With Bastet struggling within its sack, the beast sat up and allowed itself to taste its ambrosial meal. Its tongue wrapped all around her athletic body, entangling her legs and tasting the crevices between them. They kicked in defiance as she tossed and turned over and under the slimy muscle, rolling about within the sack. Outside, her silhouetted form pushed against the rubbery lining, screaming to get through but to no avail. It slathered her breasts, almost smacking them, pushing them together and then allowing them to flop apart. Bastet groaned in protest, trying to hold back her fear and disgust.

Once fully coated with saliva, she found her weapons became less and less useful. The blades slipped out of her knuckles and despair consumed her as she watched them head toward the back of the throat. The muscles contracted, swallowing the blades and giving her a foreshadowing of her own fate. She could barely handle it now. The panic was becoming too much. This was too real. This beast was really going to eat her!!

The Warble raised its neck to allow gravity to assist in its meal. Bastet rocked atop the tongue, laying atop it on her back with her head facing them hole that would lead to her death. She craned her neck back, causing her breasts to push out and look even larger, and she saw the chasm open. She let out a bloodcurdling scream, knowing this was it. Like a horrifying conveyor belt, the tongue rocked her slowly backward toward it as she pleaded and begged, the tip of the tongue wrapping between her kicking legs, tasting her smooth ass and dripping womanhood.

And with the flick of its head, the beast gave an sickeningly audible GULP, swallowing Bastet whole. Her head slid into the throat, followed by her shoulders and bouncing breasts. Then her athletic abs, bucking hips, kicking thighs and trembling calves...and lastly her curling toes.

As she took the abuse from the tongue, she quickly realized the ruse. "You tricked me... you played me like a violin!" She exclaimed, tears welling up as she didn't know if she should either praise or damn the creature for such trickery. But alas, it was too late to think of such frivolous things now. Knowing well now that this was going to be it, with her blunt knuckle weapon useless in this slimy cavern, she began to truly scream. "NO! I won't let this happen!" she cried, sniffling when she wasn't tossed around like a limp noodle. "I have fought too hard-too long to get this far and only to die!" she exclaimed, slipping around now onto her back as she was being drawn back into the throat; thanks to the confined space, she couldn't really manoeuvre herself quite well. As she got closer to the gaping throat, her back already arching and her feline head was slipping through she began to cry and beg miserably with wide red cracked and watery garnet coloured eyes. "No-please! Please! I've come to far, don't-please! I beg of you don't do-" but as the beast threw it's head back she screamed out: "-THIS!!!" and screeched and dug her regular claws into the muscular throats walls as she travelled deeply down; her body wiggling as she was swallowed by the darkness of the King Warble's throat.

Bastet, outside, was a large wiggling bulge that quickly descended before vanishing above the injured sternum. Soon after, a minor bulge appeared where it's emptied stomach eagerly awaited Bast's visit. Inside she rolled into the mostly empty muscular pouch. It was dark, but enough light from saint-elmos fire like wisps allowed her to see the quivering moist cave she was now stuck in. "Oh Gods...is...is this my punishment? My punishment for trying to become one of you?" she whispered, her detached voice was almost too eerie in the echoing balloon of a belly. Then, the yellowish acids begin to drip down again, and slowly filled the pouch up again.

A few seconds pass, the woman's body at the mercy of the acids within the Warbles stomach (for real this time) as she was churned and forced under a yellowish acid lake.

The acid stung, but she kicked and knee'd the stomach lining. "Please, for the love of creation, LET ME OUT!!" She screamed desperately as she would continuously pull herself up from the disfiguring acidic waves, punch the walls with her brass knuckles and then get sucked back down again. Her body splashing and sinking in a ballooning stomach filling with yellow acid. In a matter of hours she'd be expelled with the waste, nothing but steaming filth with some jewels and gold that would have once been worn by her; and of course a bleached humanoid-feline skeleton that was stripped of it's tissue and flesh. A carcass that the beast would remember if it had cared at all about it's supper which almost succeeded today.