Soraia_Sarahyba

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This strange wolfess looks mostly normal from her breasts on up, other than strange feelers under the sides of her jaws that wave at you slimily. It's from about halfway to her navel on down that things get strange, as her form slowly shifts from softly fully furred green/grey wolfess, to a slimy bellied, soft unified body, her once upon a time legs devoured into a soft slug body, her underside slick with slime, though her top remained as pleasantly furred as ever. How did she come to this strange meld of wolf and slug? Well, that's a looong story.


(Insert long story here)

((I lack any pics but if your willing to draw her feel free I would really apreciate it! Because she is so unique..))

Physical attributes:

5'8" tall (Fully upright)
3' tall Anthro torso (Sunk slightly)
3' tall Slug body

8' long slug half
3' wide (slug half)
3'8" wide with slug frill

Weight: 1219 lbs

(Phyisical description)

Starting from the top of her head, and moving down to the tip of her sluggy frame, she is a very strange, and unique hybrid, not the least for her unusual origin.

Her head and muzzle structure is mostly the same, save for a few specialized sensors hidden under her thick greenishgrey fur, her headmane of thick, rich red rippling hair still intact, extending down her back. Her skull has softened, mostly cartilage to allow for one of her more exotic abilities, however, her brain has toughened and been partially morphed to extend into her semi-strenghtened spine, making her mostly immune to blunt force trauma to the head, and more likely to survive assaults. Her fur is slick with oils, secreated from multiple glands at the base of each hair, one to help protect her from heat-stroke, another to act as a pheremone, and a third cluster for emergancies. We'll get back to that one later.

Her jaws are capible of unhinging, allowing her to devour someone down her original throat, and into her extended stomach. She doesn't know that she is capible of this yet, not yet having reason to actually attack someone and devour them. Her tounge has extended, some, though it's currently mostly stored in a retracting pouch that extends down into her torso, able to act much like that of a frogs. This too has not yet been discovered.

Her two feelers are far more interesting, though At 18 inches long(unstreched), and about a half an inch wide each, they are hardly unnoticeable, and Soraia has already developed a rather impressive control over them, able to strech them out, and fully control their movements, usually using them to help with things like controlling her hat, or reaching behind her back, or controlling phones handsfree and bras. They do loose strength the further they strech, though, so she is wary, after already spraining them once. Their tips produce a sticky slime, that is thankfully easily washed off, though it allows them to grab ahold of objects more efficiently. They do have a multitude of sensors at their tips, as well, and are able to lift a max of 10 pounds at their most compressed form.

Her fur under her chin, and running down her front over her now extremely generous F to G cup breasts is a soft grey color, thicking up into a dense drift of fur over her sensitive nipples, protectively. She can lactate, and still does under proper conditions, though she's currently producing an aphrodisiac 'milkwater' at the moment, and usually nearly a gallon from each breast a day. Luckily, she can bend just enough to drain herself, to relieve the pressure, and to fill her stomach. They too, should theoretically be able to strech over an individual, and potentially be able to break them down to be merged into her mass, or converted into enough extremely thick milk to swell her to a K or O cup. However, her ventures have not yet reached that point, and she remains ignorant of her abilities here as well.

Her anthro lungs and vocal cords remain intact, though she feels less of a need to breath thanks to being able to aspire across her slug half's surfaces (More on that later). In fact, she often disturbs people by forgetting to take breaths for several minutes, or longer, and finds herself strangely unable to talk at times because she forgets that she need air to talk with. This forgetfulness when it comes to air is starting to worry her, since it means that her psyche is still changing, or her physiology.

Her belly begins to loose it's fur about a few inches under her breasts, swiftly shifting to a soft, smooth as silk rubbery skin, which is extremely tough. Experiments have found that only the sharpest of knives were able to cut her exposed slug-skin, and it is believed she is as tough all over, even under her fur. Her exposed skin constantly oozes a thick, slick slime, which is rich in pheromones that render her attractive to others of both sexes, as well as keeping her slick and mobile. A biopsy sample taken reveals that this outer protective layer extends in at least an inch, possibly two in most locations, forming a semi-rubbery shell to keep her internal organs and her lower half's biology inside, much like the shell of an insect or tortoise, except seemingly far softer.

Her remaining bones, her hips, skull, spine, arms, and parts of her ribs, have mostly been turned to a flexible cartilage, soft and allowing her to pull off one of her more amazing tricks, being to pull her anthro half into the soft, expansive body cavity of her slug half, inverting a section of her skin, allowing her to pull her vulnerable organs in her anthro half to safety in case of an attack, while several systems of her body provide an automated, almost foolproof defense. This also renders her soft, massively soft, across the whole of her body, from the tip of her nose, down to her soft half-rump and tail that remains of her hips where her lower half forms.

Speaking of which she is able to bend to an almost alarming degree, to the point that she can basically bend to that point if her torso can strech that far. This also has changed, from when she first became a hybrid, originally only able to bend to her normal degrees, but as she has gotten used to her form, she's found that she's grown soooofter, and more flexible with each passing day.

Her stomach has grown, filling up much of her lower anthro adbominal cavity, and streching large enough to fit one to two individuals into it as it streches into the soft flesh of her slug half. It is quite potent, and very voracous, when she feels like it, requiring far more than she did when she was a mere wuff, up to 200-500 pounds of food (Preferably meat) a day. There is another entrance to her stomach, besides the obvious two at her hind and forward ends, being a small feeding pouch opening (That she is aware of) that is a direct line. That will be covered later.

When she was transformed, she managed to only get it to about halfway up her ass, (For the most part), leaving part of her ass intact, as well as her soft, now 5 ft long wolftail, which often can be found wagging away a mile a minute, provided that she doesn't wrap it around her upper half. What most people don't notice, is that the small triangle between her anthro tailbase, her slug back, and her two asscheeks remains, and a small cavity exists there, extending down into her soft slug half slightly. The interior surfaces of this cavity are EXTREMELY sensitive, to the point that the slightest finger in there is enough to cause her to whine or yowl as she quickly grows near-climax aroused, and leaking, as well as being writhing with need.

However, at it's very back, down in about 4 inches, is another pucker. Whereas once upon a time, it was her original anus, perhaps, it was shifted about, and made mostly nonfunctional. However, there is a large pouch inside, able to fit an individual snugly, maybe with excess, usually not. This pouch could concievably be a survival storage pouch, for storing food or water in times of drought, though a thick gel is usually it's sole inhabitant. The interior of this pouch is lined with a thick, stiffish rubbery flesh, which often ripples around whatever is inside. When a solid occupant resides, the pucker usually remains just open enough to either allow air in, or to allow the occupant, if cheeky, to keep their muzzletip out to breathe (And if especially cheeky-naughty, to lick and molest!)

Her slug body is mostly furred, the entire upper surface covered in a downy greengrey fur anywhere from one to three inches thick, covering a soft, highly squishy flesh, and her spine running all the way down to the tapering tip of her slug body. Her spine broadens out under the flesh of her slugtaur half, reaching spreads of about 3-4 inches in places. It's probably the only safe spot to sit on her, seeing as the rest of her slug form is almost devouringly soft, individuals sinking in until they can't pull out, knees amusingly pressed to their chest from having slid backwards so far into her soft flesh. However, depending, she could sit 3-7 people on her back, depending on how they sit, and how comfy with their neighbors they want to be.

The front, and underside of her slug half drips with her thick, slick slime, which ripples down her slug skin like a thick syrup, sticking in strings of sometimes cum-looking masses, which can be amusing or inconvienent depending on her situation. And the production of this slime never stops. In the mornings, the converted basin she sleeps in often is half-filled with slime, needing to have it washed out to clean up. It will usually dry up without a trace, though it persists for an hour or two. The school and local district she goes to has reached an agreement with her, stating that they understand that she is unable to control this function of her new body, and that any injuries from unsuspecting individuals inadvertantly slipping in her trail cannot be blamed on her. Several individuals have even offered to start collecting her slime, and offering her to produce it in larger quantities, for unique waterslides and other attractions.

Her vaginal slit is located on the front of her slughalf, between the two swells of her legs that act as her forward locomotive muscle groups, under a large and thick flap of rubbery skin. This is to protect it from the average foriegn contaminate (such as mud, or dirt, or leaves). However, as one flaps it back, the thick red lips of the wolfess's labia are easily visible, the slit at least 6 inches to a foot tall, drooling lightly constantly. The wolfess has expressed gratitude that she no longer has to squat to pee, or wax to keep it shaven. Her bladder remains attached to her femsex, though she can project her stream much like a male now, if she lifts up her flap.

Her womb is behind approximately a foot of birth canal, and a thick cervix. Luckily, she has already gained an intense degree of control over her sexual tracts, since her primary means of offsetting her staggering food bills is to offer her womb and pouch as sleeping compartments for a night (or longer). It's semi-normal, and generally nice. She's gained enough control that an individual could remain in up to their chin and not have a problem. She literally has cummed herself senseless from doing work with someone in there, however.

More interesting, is what happens to long-term occupants if they fail to exit the womb on even a semi-regular basis. These individuals will slowly find most of their mass being adsorbed, as they are laid into a soft egg, to slowly transform into a young slug/whatever hybrid themself. This process can take from as little as two weeks to a year or longer, depending on the individual.

Also interesting is that the soft flesh actually lives up to it's hype. Fully buried in the womb, and not even an X-ray machine would be able to detect one of Soraia's subjects. An exterior examination would not immediately feel signs of her meal or womb-fill, in fact, unless for some reason her organs have shifted extremely close to the surface, there is no way to detect them, with over a foot of flesh softly cradling them from the outside world.

Just below her labia, in a smaller slit, usually unnoticed, is her feeding pouch. Despite it's tiny size, it is quite capible of streching out, to fit nearly anything that will fit inside of it. It uses a drool-like fluid to lubricate whatever is inserted into it, softly able to clench and ripple over prey. The several foot long manipulation tentacle/feeler below it that can wrap around prey doesn't hurt either, allowing individuals, strays, and common cats to all dissappear into this slugwolfess's hungry lower maw.

The lower feeler is much like the ones just under her jaw, except far, far more heavy duty. While usually retracted, when it emerges it is a whopping 4 inches across, and 3 ft long unstreched, with a thick coat of sticky slime, as well as a series of hidden octopus-like suckers on it's underside. This tentacle-feeler is FAR stronger, able to comforably hold up to 170-200 lbs of weight, and stop a struggling person of about that weight even streched out to 6-8 ft. Normally, this is used to let her operate motor vehicles, and for general just silly fun. She's glad she got it, otherwise her life might have been more difficult than it's already become.

Soraia's stomach can be a deadly, and intesting place, especially given her deepseated hunger, and need for food. Given that her slug form continues to softly alter, becoming more and more adapted to modern day life, and to her own lifestyle, and continues to alter her as a whole to fit the slug-curse's idea, she remains ravenous, though after a year or four, her hunger should become more snakelike and cyclic, if she doesn't maintain a normal diet. Her inner folds are soft, and expansive, often shifting with her movements, gurgling lewdly around whatever sap has managed to get into her belly. More interesting, is that when she shifts slightly, and opens up her stomach fully, or womb, the walls glow with an eeire bluegreen light, a chemical reaction that goes on in the blood of her slughalf that illuminates the dank chamber as it's victims (or occupants, on a good day) look on.

When they enter into the stomach, there are three openings that they potentially can reach, though most likely will be impossible to move through until the stomach is through with them. Soraia has four options for stomach inhabitants. One, is to leave them there, unmolested and unchanged to act as a pleasant filling for her belly, with a nice satisfied feel for the sluggess. She has to concentrate to keep her body from going into a normal digestive mode, given that she still requires a large amount of food to keep going. Due to her slug-like nature, and her bloodflows, excess oxygen slowly pools into it, alowing whoever resides to survive until she makes a decision. Her second option is to softly adsorb whoever has been dragged into her belly. This is an energy intensive task, despite adding flesh directly to her, given that a large amount of work is required to alter flesh and extrude bone. The victim would notice that they start to stick to the walls more than before, before watching their form slowly merge into the walls, softly and mostly painlessly dissappearing into the soft folding flesh of the slugwuff's stomach. The worst pain comes from extruding bones, which normally last only for a few momentk as they come out. It's currently unknown to anyone whether or not the souls of her victims escape, or if their minds are still residing in her slug half. The whole process takes aproximately 4 hours.

Her third option is to painfully digest someone, alive and aware, over the same timeframe. This is her default mode, though not normally used on friends or family, or even the random stranger off the street. This is used for when she reaaaaallly doesn't like you, or if you've hurt her or her own. This is a classic, extremely graphic and painful digestion, from head to toes, usually leaving only softened bones after she's done, the bones usually coming back out her feeding pouch. The rest travels into her intestines, to be softly adsorbed. This option also takes an excruciating four hours, and it's believed that she digests soul and all on this one.

Her fourth option is her preferred, and most luxurious option, in which her stomach softly begins to dissolve it's victim, painlessly, softly making their body slowly come apart, shifting into a thick slurry that remains aware, their whole body slowly softening, becoming a mallable goo, before dissolving completely into a soul-containing syrup, thicker than molassass. This is bone and all, from the tippiest point of the victim's tail, to the hairs on their chinnychin chin. Even as they dissolve and softly digest, they remain aware, and extremely horny, oftentimes climaxing 4-12 times, depending on their biology. Afterwards, they remain aware, even as they begin to be drained into the intestines of the slugwuff, where they are softly adsorbed into her bloodstream, possibly soul and all, though one or two victims have demonstrated awareness enough to escape in a mostly gel-like form.

(OOC: Sort of like this: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2218865)

As one walks around to her rear, one might notice a small notch under her tapering slug-rump, where her flesh forms a cavity with the ground. Lifting up her tip will reveal a small ass-cheek like cavity, which extends in for half a foot, to her soft anal pucker. Given the strechyness and soft flexibility of her whole body, it should not surprise anyone that even her rump is capible of streching to frankly frightening degrees, and can softly flex and slowly clench victims inside. Depending on how recently she's eaten, her anal cavity can either be clean, yet filled with the same slime as coats the bottom of the rest of her slug half, or very very filled and dense with icky remains of her last victim. (This is a preference thing to be determined upon roleplay.)