Tails Of The Catrai

By: Darkfang Magus

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Kalista

3

Things go from bad to worse and Kalista suffers the greatest indignity of her life. That of being a prisoner. She is one born to be free, and would rather die than suffer such a fate, but there is not honor in taking her own life, so she bears the unhappiness. They treat her like an animal, and lock her in an iron cage. A young floorsweep named Jonathan tries to mend her wounds, but unfortunately he is not much of a healer and has tremendous trouble in removing the arrow from her jaw. After managing to break off the arrow from both sides and removing the pieces, the wounds had closed, but something was not right. It felt like a piece of wood was still stuck in there, somewhere behind the base of her tongue. Worse yet, she had lost fine control of her tongue which made human speech impossible. Not that it mattered, the leopardess could not return to town because she had such notable markings to her fur, and could not easily pass off as a human. All of her hopes, all of her dreams. It seems that fate has chosen a different path for her. In the pen, Kalista soon becomes weak due to the bloodless scraps of meat she is given.

The place smells of assorted animals, and has an undertone of death. Kalista looks around her confinement and sees that the cage to her left is empty, but some creature is sleeping in the opposite one. She smells the air and finds the animal's scent to be somehow familiar at the very least. It is some hours before it moves to get a drink and Kalista gets a better look. The being is humanoid, but not even to the level of a Catrai. It is some sort of a beast race, though not one with which Kalista is familiar. Continued inspection shows it to be definitely female as it has very noticeable breasts. Unlike Kalista, the creature is dressed in some kind of leather clothing. It appears to be armor of a sort even. Never has Kalista heard of a beast wearing armor. Even so, it is still apparent that the creature had leonine features, from the chiseled lioness-like face down to the tufted tail.

Suddenly, the figure nears Kalista. Timid, the leopardess shrinks to the opposite side of her confinement. The creature looks through the bars and now Kalista can see it's face better. It is actually a bit attractive. Then, as another surprise to the young leopardess, the creature speaks.

"Hello"

Kalista remains motionless.

"My name... Faline"

Kalista gives a low growl in answer.

"Can you... understand me?"

Calculated, Kalista nodded.

Wanting to communicate, Kalista creeps closer to the bars and crouches in front of Faline. Hoping it will work, Kalista writes hieroglyphs in the sand.

"Can't read" Faline replies.

With a sigh, Kalista stops her drawing. Desperate, the leopardess tries to use the old growl-speak of the Catrai. Not surprisingly, Faline doesn't understand that either, apparently she had little been exposed to others of her kind.

Nothing else to do, Kalista sits attentively, listening to Faline the beast-girl. From what she gathers, they are in an arena of sorts, and are to be used as gladiators. Faline is not hardly into maturity, maybe three years old, equivalent to a sixteen year old human, but is already a proven fighter. What worries Kalista is that the people here have little concept of Catrai. Faline and herself seem to be the only ones around. Even at that point, they are hardly rated above animals.

Faline isn't great at human speech, and has a very strong lisp from her large lion teeth, but Kalista is able to understand well enough. Even so, there are facts the leopardess wishes she could get. Faline does not seem to know much outside of the arena, and has no memory of what had become of her parents.

The one thing that worries Kalista most is the concept of being a gladiator. The leopardess is neither bred for it, nor trained for it. A head-on fight has always been difficult for her lack of strength. Young as she is, Faline could easily best the leopardess. Even with all of that, Kalista might hold her own using martial tactics, but without red meat, her energy has waned.

*

It is indeed fight or die, and during the next few weeks Kalista fights for her life. The arena is your average circular dirt field, and the cheering fans only serve to distract Kalista's attention. Refusing to fight is a simple and dishonorable death by way of archers on the wall. Luckily, they had started her out with simple fights, just hungry dogs and the like. Even so, she knows that they are testing her. In a month she is being sent after large beasts and desperate slaves. This works well though, because with every victory she is awarded better food, and better treatment. Even if this brutal combat is not her style, Kalista still enjoys the taste of hot blood when she bites into the throat of a raging bull, or disembowels a man with her deadly black claws.

In time, she begins to worry as a few of her claws have cracked from all the harsh fighting, and she has to focus on avoiding armor during fights. Still, small as she might be, Kalista is ferocious even using spears and swords from her opponents. She does grow somewhat bitter though. This is not the life for a Slayer, but after all that has happened she can hardly call herself a member of that caste any more.

Kalista happily avoids some of the distasteful chores afforded to her neighbor Faline. The beast-girl's owner has advertised Faline to rent for whatever use. It seems that the humans find one use particularly attractive.

It seems to be at least every other day that Kalista must watch as the lioness is tied down so that she may be used by the humans. They are not gentle, and want to get their money's worth for the hour paid. No orifice seems to be barred as time and again they fuck the beast-girl until she is sore and dripping with assorted fluids.

As horrible as it is, Kalista cannot look away. Simply, it seems, because watching Faline struggle and pant in the throes of carnal action is extremely erotic. Shamefully, Kalista can feel herself become wet while watching.

*

The fighting goeson every week or two, and the only change is that it gets harder and harder. Kalista sits in her little cell and ponders. She flicks her tail pensively, and tries to focus. She will have another fight today, and it is worse because she has come into heat. She had been trained to not let this distract from her focus, but that is harder to do than it seems. Kalista takes a deep breath, she has not the luxury to lose focus. Besides, she had been in heat many times before, and it had not been such an issue. Then again she is cooped up in a cell with nowhere to walk and try to clear her mind. The leopardess stands up and begins pacing. From the side she sees Faline getting prepared for another fight as well. The beast-girl's handler has stripped her down and is brushing her fur while checking for injuries.

Kalista looks for a moment more. Faline is pretty, though anatomically her legs are somewhat short and her tail a bit long due to her species. Even so, she has very full breasts, and a cute little rump. Kalista sighs and paces some more. She has not the time to be deluding herself with fantasies of the same sex. She hasn't time to delude herself with any fantasies for that matter.

There is the ring of a gong, and Kalista stretches, arching her back as far as she can. A fight, at least that will ease her a bit.

Her gate opens up and she walks to the entryway. Green-gold eyes squinted against the sun, she goes out to the deathgrounds. She has not pity for her opponent. She will give him an honorable death. What more is there to ask. Soon, the gates open up and her opponent enters. Kalista had been afraid that such a confrontation was soon to come. Approaching is Faline.

There is a tinge of sadness in Faline's expression, but each knows that turning back is not an option. They circle one-another, judging possibilities of attack. Kalista is sombre, and calm inside. She knows that she has little hope of winning this fight. She is at a disadvantage in every way. Not only is Faline much stronger, she is also fast enough that Kalista will not be able to evade very well.

Finally, the beast-girl charges. Kalista takes a deep breath and meets her in the attack. They hit hard, rolling and biting in the dirt. Kalista manages to slash with her claws and draw a little blood, but is kicked so hard in the abdomen that she rolls two meters away.

The leopardess gets to her feet and hisses ferociously. Faline is approaching again. They clash for the second time. The leopardess tries to bite at Faline's neck, but only gets a mouthful of thick hair. In the ensuing scuffle, Kalista soon finds herself lifted into the air. She is slammed onto her chest so hard that the very thought of breathing inward seems a fallacy.

Before having any chance to recover, the beast-girl leaps upon her back. Kalista feels the lioness's jaws close around her neck. Absently, the leopardess smiles. If she were to finally be granted death, at least it is in an honorable battle. She succumbs to the stronger female, this is the way of things.

Seconds pass, but instead of biting into Kalista's neck, the beast-girl only holds her down, keeping a tight grip with her jaws nonetheless. Kalista feels a bead of spittle drip down her throat, and can hear Faline sniffing excitedly. The beast girl puts her weight against Kalista's hindquarters, and the leopardess can't help but lift her rump into the lordosis position. Still pinned to the ground, Kalista is rather sure that the beast-girl has noticed she is in heat and is having some sort of a reaction. That is odd for a female though, and rarely happens. Kalista is broken from her reverie by the feeling of a hard object being jabbed against her pussy.

The leopardess gasps, unable to make sense of the situation, but also unable to do anything about it. Following her instincts, Kalista lifts her hindquarters high and spreads her legs slightly. Then, she cries out in a strangled roar. Faline's hot shaft roughly penetrates the leopardess's body. It hurts quite a bit, and the act is nothing short of ferocious, but it also feels better than anything she has known. Being fucked while on her knees in front of hundreds of humans; right now none of the outside world matters.

Fast and ferocious, The leonine shaft is forced into Kalista's body. Her neck still held firmly in Faline's jaws, the leopardess can only lie there and pant . Kalista is just getting used to the rhythm, when Faline climaxes. The leopardess very much feels the hot semen pumped into her body, and screams out her excitement. Suddenly, Faline's grip loosens, and Kalista savagely knocks her away. While the beast-girl saunters off to lie down, Kalista is rolling on the ground in a delirious afterglow. All around, there is a thunderous applause.

When they are back in their cages, Kalista lay down purring while Faline talks excitedly. Apparently the beast-girl had not known that she would respond that way to a receptive female. She is pretty confused and does not understand what she is though. Right now, her body has calmed and there is no way to tell she is any different than another female.

Kalista listens to this for a while, then walks over to the bars. Without asking she puts her back to the cool metal and bends over until her front paws are on the ground. Fully exposed to the lioness is Kalista's waiting pussy, still dripping with milky semen from the first round. When Faline gets a view of that, she excitedly rushes over. Kalista smiles her cat's-smile and looks between her legs to see the beast girl. While Faline gently sniffs and licks Kalista's very wet pussy, the leopardess watches with great interest. As the the beast-girl gets excited, her clitoris swells, and slowly extends from her body. It does so until growing into a rigid lion's cock. Only about five inches long, but red and throbbing. Faline is starting to pant now, as her mind is overwhelmed by Kalista's pheromones. Just as her penis stands to attention, and pair of balls present themselves at the base. Directly behind the tight balls, she still has a wet pussy of her own, and Kalista can not help but wonder what it feels like to be so endowed.

Faline is beyond answering and suddenly stands, pushing her hips against the bars. Kalista begins to purr and flicks her tail invitingly to her mate. Not needing an invitation, the beast-girl pushes her cat cock between the bars and mounts the leopardess. The feeling is intense as before, and hardly any more gentle. Kalista growls in the pain of her rough treatment, but still wants more. Not getting deep enough, she reaches back and grabs the bars with one hand to pull her body back more firmly.

It is great, and with each thrust, Kalista feels a pressure build inside of herself. It is overwhelming and beyond any feeling she has known. Panting she whimpers a wordless plea for Faline to not slow up. The leopardess feels herself nearing the edge, but is unsure of what it is she is nearing exactly. Her tail flicks about with uncontrolled excitement and she claws at the dirt with her right paw.

Suddenly, Faline reaches her zenith. Kalista can feel the burning hot bursts of cum, and it is as wonderful as ever, but she wants to plead for Faline to keep going, she feels so close. The beast-girl quickly dismounts, but when she does so, the short spines on her penis head give just enough extra stimulation for Kalista to peak. The leopardess caterwauls and falls to the ground in a pleasure induced fit of moans and body contortions.

Panting, the beast-girl looks down with worry.

"You okay?"

Kalista hardly hears the question and is pretty much in another world for the next minute. Of course, this is only the second romp for the day. The following night is spent with no sleep more than short ten minute naps. In fact, for the next two days, Kalista does not spend a single moment without the feeling of Faline's hot cum dripping between her legs.

It is a week before the leopardess is ready to fight again. She does fight, but it is very clear she is being put into battles beyond her strength. After a month of hard fights, she is a picture of injuries. Still, she is supposed to fight until she loses.

Only a month later, she fought such a battle. They had sent her up against an gang of spearmen, and she defeated them, but sustained such injuries that she was unable to stand, and crawled back to her cell. Kalista endures the pity in Faline's eyes, but she knew this day was to come. The managers of the arena have decided to give her a two-month rest before fighting again. What Kalista knows is that they intend to get her in better shape so she can fight a final battle. It is okay, Kalista would rather that than be stuck in here forever.

*

A month later. Kalista looks out between her bars with concern. There had been a huge fight between the group that "owned" her, and Faline's owner. It has been discovered that Kalista is pregnant, and Faline's owner demands that he be paid for stud services, or be returned the progeny. In the end, Kalista is pretty sure no payment is going to be made. Her owners are not rich. She waits for a few weeks and finally finds out from Faline, that she isn't going to be sent out to fight until the conflict is resolved. Kalista watches with regret as Faline suits up every other week, and the leopardess herself is stuck waiting.

It seems endless as Kalista the prisoner sits watching her growing belly. Finally, she delivers the cub. It is just one more painful day for the leopardess. Nevertheless, during this Kalista feels the first strong emotion of her whole life. Her maternal instinct overrides everything she has ever known, and for the part that she plays, the leopardess is happy.

Before the cub has been weaned, it is taken away. Kalista watches in horror as her life is destroyed again. Faline's owner is moving, and taking his property with him. She has lost her only connection to love, and her only friend. Inwardly, Kalista wonders if she has simply been cursed. Life should not be this hard.

As an added insult, they no longer want her to fight in the arena. It has been too long since the last fight, and her status is no longer important. To get rid of the problem they sell her, this time to the owners of a great fortress. Once more, the leopardess is shackled and shipped off.

Her new owners know a little about Catrai, and she is able to understand their language a bit, but it makes no real difference. They tell her that she is a slave now. She shows her disdain for servitude by slashing a man's arm open a few days later. After that, they see her as a bit of a liability, what with the gleaming claws. They start by starving her, but even dizzy with fatigue, she makes sure they remember she has teeth. Still, men are renown for domestication, and nearly anything can be dealt with.

Kalista sits and cries. She truly cries. No longer is she in an iron cage, but rather on a warm wooden floor, near a comforting fire. There is a collar around her neck which chains her to the wall. Even if she had not been in a weakened state, Kalista could not have gotten loose. Right now it means little though. As hot tears fall to the ground, she looks down at her paws. They had removed her claws. Gone, all gone. She has never even imagined such cruelty. To make it even worse, her fangs have been filed down. Kalista the great Slayer, is weak with hunger and devoid of her natural weapons. At the time, she is no more threatening than a newborn kitten. The training and taming continues much more. They use whips and sticks causing pain whenever she fights back. It goes on for weeks until she can fight no more. When little remains of her once wild spirit, she relents, and does as bid. It means getting fed, and little else matters anymore.

The leopardess is soon sold to a visiting nobleman, and Kalista endures the trip to his estate with grim resignation.