You peered up at a great beast, one that you would expect to be wild and free. No matter his reins and harnesses, the crimson-striped tiger laying before you looked strong and proud, eyeing at you with a toothy grin.
“Hey you,” he mumbled softly, licking at the tip of his very own nose with a thick, raspy tongue. “You’re looking for a steed right? Well look no further!” The hellcat stretched out like only the laziest of house cats could, then snuffled at your hair, wriggling his whiskers as he took a deep whiff of your aroma.
“I can do the job, I can,” he insisted semi-enthusiastically, unsheathing his claws so to look a bit more intimidating. “I’ve been in every battle there was on the continent for the last five decades,” the tiger boasted even though that was virtually impossible. However demonic the large animal appeared, he couldn’t be at two places at once. “I’ve got enough storage room for at least three officers with my pouches and saddles and whatnot.” The tiger didn’t mention his jaws and stomach, but they had quite the storage capacity as well. It was the sort of taunt he shared with better acquaintances, however there was no point in scaring off a potential rider.
“All I ask in return is that you provide me with food and water.” It might not sound like much, but upon deeper reflection, you would surely realize that feeding a twenty feet long hellcat was likely to be rather expensive, hence why the striped creature preferred battlefields over long, barren roads. Opponents really weren’t that great of a loss for anybody other than whoever used opponents as a reliable source of food.
“So, are you going to make your decision yet?” the feline pressed, nosing at your throat as you concentrated on that very decision he hurried. The stomach he hid between his four legs groaned slightly, crying out for its next meal. If you hadn’t quite figured it out yet, if the hellcat didn’t consider you as his rider in the upcoming minute, then he would probably consider you as an edible and certainly delectable morsel. Standing so close to the animal’s jowls, “food” wasn’t anything you wanted Furiku to see in you.
Appearance
Just one glance at Furiku’s form was enough to convince anybody that this tiger was unlike all others, and with good reason! It was hard to say what feature would surprise people first; perhaps it was the incomparable whiteness of his coat, that or the long, sabre-tooth fangs growing out of his jaws like a pair of stalagmites. Perhaps it was the two ram-like horns on his skull that would be first to catch an onlooker’s eyes! Either way, it was safe to assume that this tiger was unique, perhaps more than meets the eye!
His face was that of a normal, feral creature, expressionless most of the times, though every now and then, one could notice the feline’s lips curving into a grin whenever he felt like smiling. His eyes were completely green, no pupil, no iris. All one could see while gazing at the them was a completely green sclera. The tip of his nose was as dark black, just like the rest of his flesh. Atop his head was some humanoid hair of a medium length. It dropped down his forehead and to his eyes in small, isolated bangs, though it was usually straight clean. A pair of round, tiger ears protruded that redish-brown headfur of his, a stripe running through the middle of both of them.
Other than that his body was that of a normal tiger, when one disregarded that massive size of his and the colour of his stripes, all of which were of an unnatural red colour, a colour that reminded people of his demonic nature. The cat’s fur was white as snow all around his form. Many stripes adorned that pure, white fur of his. They reached his cheeks, his neck, side, back, tail and legs, though avoided his underbelly who remained simply white. It was a muscular body that perfectly demonstrated a tiger’s usual activity: hunting around forests. Such an activity required legs and haunches, and that was exactly what Furiku was equipped with. His thick paws covered a greater surface than most other living creatures, and his toes were all equipped with sharp claws tougher than the average animal’s claws. They were built to rip into armour, and Furiku was nimble enough when it came to unclothing his meals, whenever he’d bother doing so. His paw pads were black, all of them, just like the rest of his flesh.
Further down the demonic cat’s body were his loins, well hidden between these two muscular hind legs of his. A pair of coconut-sized testicles hung below his sheath, usually filled with all the demon seed crucial to reproduction. Whether it was attributed to the tiger’s demonic characteristics or not, the cat’s balls happened to nearly always be full of the cum it needed to produce. The feline had very rarely run out, no matter how long his orgasm might be, or how many there were! Of course, that didn’t mean the feline didn’t know how to control his urges! Right above the tiger’s musky groin was that soft sheath of Furiku’s within which was hidden a long, ebony member. It wasn’t quite too feline-like in nature for it was straight and long. It did have barbs, though they weren’t sharp at all. Instead, they were merely small rows of bumps that made intercourse all the more enjoyable for his partners. The cat’s fleshy shaft might be a large one, it was still proportional to the demon’s body with a length of 24 inches or just about 6 decimetres.
Last but not the least, the cat was equipped with a long, slender tail. It might be interesting to note that Furiku’s tail was fully prehensile, just like a monkey’s. It might not be able to lift large weights like a horse or lion, though it could easily wrap around a normal-sized anthro and carry it around wherever that final appendage of the tiger’s could reach. Underneath that tail of his was hidden a wide, dark orifice. The feline’s tailhole was just as musky as his loins could be, and just as prone to participate in whatever fun it might be offered.
The tiger was rather proud of his body as a whole, and often showed it off. It wasn’t surprising to see the cat take a pose or roll around so to expose his belly and such. Of course, should one see the tiger, the first, logical reaction would be to run away, though Furiku knew how to be cute and appealing to most... His cheerful state of mind usually allowed people to get even closer to him so to get a better look at all the details that would escape one’s view when hiding from the beast. One only needed to make sure, when approaching, that all of this wasn’t just a trap destined to send onlookers straight down to his belly, for the tiger’s insides weren’t as fun to visit as his back or outer belly!
Personality
Furiku can be rather hard to follow at times. His behaviour can be compared to that of a normal house cat; sneaky, serious and independent at times, playful, frivolous and cuddly at other times. One thing that is to be remembered is the fact that the demon has no sense of responsibility and that he is, of course, a demon. That means that he might very well eat a friend or screw a stranger for the heck of it. It also means that he might be helpful in times of need, if he feels like it! Every individual experience varies!
History
Furiku’s existence as a demon has been a busy one from the very start. He was born a long time ago, before mankind even existed, as that large continent he grew up on divided to five different lands he’d explore over a few millenniums. The tiger was there when first civilizations sprang up at which point his kind decided that it was perhaps best to deal with sapient beings properly when they died, so that afterlife could be a bit more organized. Hence, Furiku became some sort of supervisor. At first, his role was to make sure that nature be preserved and that anthros and humans wouldn’t destroy their surroundings. It was easy, before the last few centuries. Today however, the striped beast practically gave up.
Without any hopes to successfully perform the kitty’s initial objective, the huge tiger started taking his job a whole lot less seriously. Nowadays, the striped cat simply collects people whom he devours indiscrimately. Although he still answers to superiors and works as a normal demon, Furiku actually spends most of his time lazing, causing mischief and actually doing whatever the hell he wants... Which wasn’t that boring of an existence, really!
Nommings
Now here’s the part that each of us peeks at first and foremost! How does this kitty-demon eat? What does he eat? The answer to these questions are that the kitty eats in many different ways, and eats many different things.
Anal vore: The complete opposite of the previous type of nomming. Furiku lifts his tail and shows off that round, fleshy tailhole of his, and might even have it rubbed by a future meal’s nose and muzzle! The sad thing in all of this is that the tiger’s orifice is one that is easily breached, and once the tip of an anthro’s body pokes into it, the rest is bound to be swallowed up by the darkly coloured pucker. The tiger’s bowels are usually clean as a result to the demon’s efficiency in digesting his meals or the lack of digestion as a whole, depending on his mood. Food is then suckled up all the way to the tiger’s gut where it shares a fate similar to that of normal food!
Soul vore: Gasp! Quick, look away! No, really, the way Furiku devours souls is mostly a harmless one. The demon more often than not simply kisses his prey and sucks up that soul from his meal’s body. He then swallows the ethereal substance down and keeps it in his belly. The result is a body still with the entirety of its consciousness and awareness, but under direct control of the demon cat. Soul-less creatures usually get to live normal lives... Except Furiku can see everything happening around these people and can kick in and momentarily possess his past prey should he feel the need. Eating a soul is more of a way to enslave someone rather than sating his hunger!
Cock / sheath vore: When you might be hugging Furiku’s legs or nuzzling at his sheath, you definitely aren’t as safe as you’d think you are. The feline’s member is capable of greeting small creatures like anthros and often, a quick thrust is all that it takes to trap a prey’s head inside the kitty’s dark, long member. A lot of tugging ensues until food is fully trapped inside the kitty’s cum-filled sac within which two things may occur: either Furiku’s balls get a new inhabitant until he cums next ooor he simply cums more seed next time.
Roleplay Ideas
OOC
I don’t really have that much to say here. Just a few things: