Wrong Turn
A note, this is a warning to everyone and anyone. The following story contains snuff, vore, digestion, and extreme violence.
You have been warned.
A young falcon morph paid for a small bag of groceries. Nodding to the cashier he walked through the double doors, talons clicking upon the cold pavement. Bringing up his left wrist, he thumbed it against his chest, hitting a button and making the face glow.
"Ten thirty-seven." He said out loud. He looked up, hearing something rattling through the trash. Shining his watch face at a can, he watched as a feral racoon chuffed and ran off. The falcon gave a nervous laugh. He knew it was late, and that he had to get home soon. If he didn't, he'd be in the shit for sure. Looking up, his feathers rustled in a hot breeze coming down the street. Green eyes blinked as lights shut off one by one. Looking back to the store that was now a fair distance behind him, he saw the lights shutting off in unison there as well. Looking around, he made a choice and went to the light post that was about in the middle of the rolling blackout. Keeping his back to the pole, he looked back and watched as the store went out, not even emergency lighting going up. Shivering in fear, the young bird turned his gaze upwards just in time to watch the white light above him go out.
Blinking in the sudden darkness, the blue feathered falcon morph looked about desperately. Even though he was sixteen already, the fear of the unknown coupled with complete darkness would terrify anyone. A growl from directly in front of him made him squawk in fright. He dropped his bag and ran blindly away from the thing. Griping his wristwatch he clicked a button. A soft glow immediately illuminated a small space directly in front of him. The green glow shook as adrenaline flooded the bird. He turned to his left, then his right and headed down an alley way. He followed it to its end, a high brick wall blocking any chance of moving further. The bird turned around, then pressed himself as far into the brick wall as he could, trying to become one with it. Directly in front of him were hard feline eyes. They looked like they were held up by living darkness. The bird shivered staring into cold yellow eyes with his back flat against the wall.
"Hello little bird. What's your name?" The falcon shook, his beak wide open in shock and fear. The scent of a strong feline reached his nostrils.
Coughing, he tried to take the easy approach, after all, it was just another guy, wasn't it? "My-My Name's Terrance." Terrance swallowed, shivering in the darkness.
"Terrance, what a delightful name for a young bird. Where are you headed Terrance? This isn't a night for someone to be just wandering about." A deep chuckle followed that voice sending chills through Terrance's quills.
"I-I-I made a wrong turn. I was heading home, but then all the lights turned off" A shiver ran up his back from the cold wall, the cold eyes moving closer. The glow from Terrance's watch illuminated part of the being's features, though it couldn't pull his form from the darkness. The big panther morph's fur made him indistinct in the near total darkness. A heavy hand, claws gently gripping through his clothing, pulled him closer to the panther's face. A partial glint from the moon, before it was hidden by the clouds again, lit the panther's eyes with a cold, merciless gleam.
"But dear little Terrance, you are home. I've been waiting for you to come back to me, and tonight, I'll finally send you back to where you came from." Terrance moved inadvertently, and the panther's claws slipped through his shirt and into his skin. His high warbling scream was cut off before it could even start, another thick hand wrapping around his throat and squeezing off his oxygen. "Now, now, now. Can't have you alerting everyone as to what's happening to you." Teeth glinted within the darkness, wet and all the more terrifying for the lack of light. Terrance gasped through his nose, the only source of air left to him as the panther leaned close. He could feel the heated breath of the predator coming closer. He scrabbled desperately as he dipped his head under his shirt and started to lick his belly feathers.
"You once said you wanted to know what it'd feel like to be prey. Well my little Terrance, you're finally going to get your wish." Terrance's eyes widened to the point that his eyeballs were almost bulging from their sockets with the unsuppressed fear he was feeling. A dark purr echoed upwards from his trousers. "Time to eat you .... up." With a roar, Terrance felt something hit him in the stomach. Pain bit into him, lancing up and down his spine. All of a sudden, he couldn't breathe. His breaths came in shallow as a wet tearing sound sundered through the black alley. Something warm dripped and flowed down his leg as he tried to breathe as shallowly as possible. Gurgling and slurping sounds came from underneath his shirt from the panther. All Terance could think of at that exact moment, was that he was being eaten alive. The shock alone was enough to keep him from crying out at the pain.
The panther's voice thickened, deepened as a primal lust ripped through him. "Ohh, it's been too long since I last ate fowl." Terrance jerked roughly against the hand around his neck as the panther's jaws latched onto his hip socket and pulled. A sickeningly wet throck accompanied by the sound of crunching and a loss of feeling below his left hip told him that the cat had just ripped off his leg, and was eating it. The left hand at his shoulder removed itself, but the right hand around his neck moved slightly for a better grip. Terrance screamed as high as possible through his nasal passages as claws ripped through his right leg. Starting from his hip, and running all the way down to his ankle, the panther's claws ripped through flesh, feathers, and cloth. He jiggled slightly in horror as the middle claw dug into his bone, and yanked a tiny chip out.
Blessed relief came as numbness that swept through his entire body. The cold, numbing, horror of it all was getting to him. His body was loosing blood and gloriously allowing him a reprieve from the sin being perpetrated upon him. The panther's claws were removed from his remaining leg. The sound of bone snapping and cracking echoed up and down the street. Terrance couldn't believe it, refused to believe it. Some horrifying creature was eating him in a side alley, and no one was coming to his rescue. "You know, you've got a fair bit of meat on you for a bird. Wanna try some?" A yellow bird foot was waved in front of his face. Red blood flew from the foot and splattered accross his beak. Terrance's wide eyes saw the foot, made the connection between the partially eaten leg and the loss of feeling within his own leg, and his mind shut down. Terrance went to sleep. Medically it's called a self induced coma due to traumatic shock, but for Terrance, everything simply became unreal. For Terrance, nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. There was only the undeniable fact that he was dead. Even the pain stopped hurting, unable to interferre with his mindset.
The panther grimaced and shrugged. He'd seen it happen before. He knew the kid's life was over, had known it ever since he walked down the alley and he made the decision. He was dissappointed because he'd thought the kid would last longer, others had, but he wasn't about to stop because the delicious taste of fear was diminishing. The panther turned a little too his left, crunching the last of the kid's scaled foot as he took alternating laps of the blood dripping from the injured right leg. He spent a moment to savour the flavour left in a certain toe claw before he crunched it with his strong, powerful teeth and jaws, turning it into so much powder. Leaning more to his left, he chomped into the feathered leg, taking a massive bite and watching the blood flow freely. The femoral artery had been severed with the bite. Unlike what he had down with the left leg, this one was free flowing. With the left leg, he had clamped down upon the artery, fusing and severing it at the same time with that single powerful bite.
Urine, hot and fresh, suddenly dumped itself upon the panther's muzzle. Surprised into sudden action, he leaned upwards, opened his maw wide, and clamped down. Terrance's small feather down covered sheath and balls, were traumatically ripped from his body. Pausing in his endeavors, the panther chewed, savouring the delicious flavours of blood, urine, meat, and half produced semen. To him it all tasted like a wonderfully prepared meal. Each bite, chew, and swallow was prepared by the dieing child in front of him, and each would be savoured to the last. Gurgling a heartfelt purr, he swallowed as slowly as possible. The tangy taste of semen reacted with the urine to produce a flavour that was unmatched in any of his other meals.
Carefully, he placed the child onto the ground, removing his restraining hand. That was no longer needed. With a single, beastial pull, he tore the kid's shirt from his blood body, admiring the pieces he'd ingested from it, stomach rumbling in pleasure at all that he had yet to ingest. Tiny little ripples flowed accross Terrance's feathered chest as his body kept trying to supply oxygen to organs that didn't exist anymore. Terrance's stomach, kidney's liver, and some of his small intestines had been devoured with one humongous bite. Blood was pooling already in the cavity, no longer falling over tattered clothing as Terrance was now lying upon his back. The great cat stuck his muzzle into the pool of blood and tried to suck the pooling liquid using his tongue as a straw. The coppery tang raced through his muzzle and mind as Terrance's sweet young blood entered his body.
The cracking roar of a gunshot echoed through the alleyway. The blood covered panther snarled a roar of defiance as he turned to face the officer behind him. He roared at him, teeth and jaws elongating well beyond their natural limits as the burning of the bullet was finally felt within his left shoulder.
"Fucking Vore." The cop raised his hand some more, sighted, and pulled the trigger. The panther ducked under the shot, seeing the bullet move through the air. Even though he had been enjoying his meal, he thought it prudent to escape, for now. After all, the night was still young, was it not? Still many more to feed from, and many were even willing. The decision made, his powerful leg muscles bunched underneath him, launching him upwards to the rooftops, and away from the police below him.
The officer fired three more shots after the black mass that had been feeding only moments ago. His boar like features were beastial enough that not even his own kind found him attractive, but in the service that hadn't mattered. He holstered his weapon after making sure the panther was no longer around. He then unclipped his flashlight and shined it towards the bloody doll that the panther had been eating. It took his mind a full two minutes for it to realize exactly what he was looking at.
As soon as the connection was made that this had at one point been a furre, possibly even a child given the size of the body, Officer Robert Bodwell doubled over and vomited his previous meal onto the street, his mind unable to stop seeing what was left of that poor child.
Elsewhere, the panther was already narrowing in upon his new meal, hunger demanding that he find something as or even more filling than ... tery? tor.. terrace ... Terance had been. The panther shook his head at the thought that he was already forgetting the child's name. It didn't matter though, in a few more minutes, he would be enjoying another meal. In a few more minutes, another child would be residing within his stomach.
He turned sharply, dropping to an alley entrance as the scent he was following turned down it. His impossible eyes easily seeing through the darkness to the young cheetah boy that was staring at a wall, a bag in hand.
"Are you lost kid?" The boy jumped so high it was a wonder he wasn't part rabbit. He turned his back to the wall, the delicious scent of fear rapidly climbing upwards and making the panther salivate in preparation.
He shook his head, eyes wide in terror. "N-no sir, I simply made a wrong turn...."
Dedicated to Lancer, who wanted to be eaten.
Welcome to the darkness that hides within.
Demon,