Katschemakensisan

((KATSCHEMAKENSISAN IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE VIA THE PORTAL. IF YOU NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH ME FOR ANY REASON, YOU CAN FIND ME HERE))

Far beyond the Park, in the center of a dense forest of towering trees centuries old stands one that makes those around it seem saplings by comparison. It looks to stand somewhere around 1500 feet, and its canopy could very well cover a square mile of territory. Its limbs are thick and strong and its foliage green and dense, so much so that a five-story concrete compound sits securely at its center at a height of 1000 feet completely unseen to the world below.

The entire forest appears to have descended from this one tree. . . But that is not the case. While it has a growth equivalent to the age of the human race, Katschemakensisan was actually transplanted in the forest some time in the 1990s. How old it really is, where it came from, or how they managed to replant it here is anyone’s guess.

Why it was replanted here, however, is fairly evident. The tree provides the aforementioned compound with a secure location in what may very well be the most insecure place in existence. It rests secure above the reach of even the tallest macrofurs, is positioned strategically to be accessible from above by nothing larger than the average news helicopter, and has had ample time for the limbs to grow around it, holding it so firmly into place that even an H-bomb could not shake it loose.

It even comes with its own guardian spirit.

Katschemakensisan could theoretically take any form, but more often than not appears as a very large wolverine: Quadrupedal, about six feet tall at the shoulder and eighteen feet long from head to tail, with a black and white fur pattern reminiscent of a badger (though it would be innacurate to call him a badgverine) and glassy eyes of solid white. His weight, however, is still less than one ton on account of his spiritual nature.

Katschemakensisan is technically genderqueer, though prefers to be identified as male, resenting objective titles like "the" or "it" and not understanding terms like "shi" at all. Rather than having both male and female genitals, however, he has a single genitalia that can be extended outward into a penis or inversed into a vagina (kind of like turning a sock inside out, if you will). This same “mechanism” also allows him to alter its size and length by only extending / inverting to an only partial extent, enabling him to *ahem* with just about anything.

Though a tree spirit, Katschemakensisan is powerful enough that he may wander the entire forest, the Park, and if he’s feeling adventurous, even the city as his domain. He wanders frequently, always in search of things to mate with or swallow. . .

Of course, being a tree spirit, sex and vore lose a lot of their context with him. He feeds by photosynthesis, so the only thing he’s here to do is pollinate. He treats his prey the same way a flower treats a bee. Katschemakensisan will lure his prey to him with his musk, which smells sweet like citrus and, after prolonged exposure, may even have a “cat nip” effect on certain species. Once he has lured his prey to him, any or all of three things may happen:

1) He will entice his prey with his nectar, which can be discharged as either saliva or semen, which tastes delicious and can have a hallucinogenic effect regardless of whether it is ingested or “injected.” If the prey so desires, Katschemakensisan will allow it to have its fill.
2) He will invert his genitalia and allow himself to be “cross-pollinated.”
3) He will swallow his prey, and after keeping them alive inside his body for a desirable amount of time, will spit or crap them back out covered in sticky bramble-like seeds.

And no, being "seeded" by Katschemakensisan does not mean you have been impregnated, nor does filling him with your seed mean you could become a father to a plant hybrid or some Little Shop Of Horrors-esque flowers that look like you (at least not without the help of a very skilled mad scientist). All he does is stick his seeds onto (or in) other living things so they will drop off of them in a different place at a later time.

That’s assuming he’s even in the mood to pollinate at all. In spite of appearing feral, he’s a registered member of the Predatory Slave Liberation via the Special Associates, just like the people that live in the compound hidden in the branches of his tree.

THE COMPOUND

Katschemakensisan’s tree (and by extension, he himself) was planted by agents of the Special Associates, a joint division dealing with all things supernatural as they pertain to the Defense Against Macrofur Invasion (DAMI) and their unofficial sister organization, the Predatory Slave Liberation (P.S.L.). The compound resting in the branches of his tree is, by all accounts, standard for a military outpost of the DAMI. It is five stories with each floor consisting of twelve individual living areas that may be personalized to the needs of the individual(s), each with its own bathroom (plumbing connects directly to the roots of the tree: the compound’s water supply derives from the tree’s collected rainwater and descends down the trunk and into the roots after it has been “mixed with fertilizer,” so to speak), a dining / recreational chamber with the capacity to sustain twice as many people as they are room available on the floor, and a specialized work room intended to fit the needs of the crew housed on that floor.

The current population are comprised only of scouts sent to survey the Park (and Park locals that they took in). They therefore all reside on the ground floor, where the specialized “work room” houses the elevator system that is (apart from the air) the only means of entrance or exit into the compound. Other floors may have the weapons storage, communications center, whatever the crew given lodge on that floor would require. With only scouts present, however, these additional specialty rooms have been sealed off, leaving the floors to suffice for additional housing for recruited locals instead.

The basic outline for each floor looks like this:



Though the compound is on his property so to speak, the unofficial superintendent is Deva, with whom a full list of the current residents can be found.

Katschemakensisan himself does not have a room in the compound. . . . Because he’s the tree, of course. He does, however, have a hallowed out section within the tree itself where he keeps his avatar when its not in use and where he may even occasionally entertain guests. Of course, the only way one can get into the tree is by getting into Katschemakensisan himself, so the chances of anyone getting there at all are rare, and the chances of anyone getting there without permission are nigh impossible.