[center][b]Predator and Prey By: VeronicaFoxx For: Dreixes[/b][/center] Felicia panted as she rammed the dildo into herself, the seat beneath her absolutely soaked with moisture. She was perched with her heels on the chair and her rump curved outwards, an absolutely horrible position for her spine, but it gave her the angle she needed to really ream herself with the faux phallus as she stared at the computer screen with complete absorption. She was so into things that she didn't even realize Charlene was there until the gator's large hand landed on her shoulder. "Wha'cha watchin' that's got'cha so het up?" The rabbit yelped and instinctively kicked out with her paws, hitting the computer desk and flinging her backwards. If not for the large herm's grip on her, she would have fallen over backwards, but Charlene just rocked her back forward so that the chair's wheels thumped to the floor again. Foo Foo hastily fingered the keyboard shortcut to close the window, her heart pounding against the inside of her ribs. "Jesus Christ, sweetheart, I din't mean ta scare ya so bad," the matronly reptile continued with a chuckle. "If it's that bad ya don't want me seein', try closin' tha bedroom door next time?" The brown-spotted rabbit felt her fear and shame fade into mere embarrassment and gave her lover a sheepish grin. "It's, uh... Well, I mean it [i]is[/i] bad... Illegal, in fact. But don't worry, it only ever comes on hard media, and it has an encryption/wipe program packaged with the player so it doesn't leave any traces on the machine." The gator's expression, rather than relieved, became extremely concerned. "Oh, jumpin' Jiminy junebug, what in the sam hell was you lookin' at, baby doll?" "It's only illegal in the US! And most other countries..." the bunny protested, but the alligator was already trying to shove her out of the way. "No, no! You'll fry the whole system if you try to access it! Just... look, let me do it. I'll show you." Charlene eyed her for a moment before stepping back. Felicia cringed at the judgemental stare, but she brought up the file system menu and opened a command prompt so that she could run the unlock program and enter the password before diving into the thumb drive and popping open the file. It showed a rather old-styled splash screen with the title, "Cooking For Predators with Helena." The subscript showed that it was a Hermopolis production, and the alligator let out a disappointed sigh, wiping a hand across her eyes. Felicia paused the video and glanced at her, cringing again. "[i]Please[/i] tell me you don't buy inta that herm dominance bs, sweety pie. Just 'cause ya got both sets o' parts don' make ya no better'n anyone else." The rabbit spread her hands and gestured to her own slender, flat-chested self, ending with a pointed display of her groin where the slim scar still showed from removing her own male genitalia. "Yeah, I don't, okay? I'm, like, the last person who could think that. I'm happy just being a girl, and I wouldn't take my dick back if you tried to pay me to. But... Well, okay, I mean... It's probably dead obvious that I have a bit of a pred fixation. You guys are just... bigger. And, y'know... [i]dangerous[/i]. It's kinda common in my family. When you grow up around mostly nothing but other bunnies..." She shrugged, and Charlene just quirked a brow, so she tried to finish her explanation. "Look, I told you about Jessica, right? I know you don't want to watch her videos, but... These are... [i]kinda[/i] the same? Except, y'know, from Hermopolis, where it's legal to... go the [i]whole[/i] way. Her mistress sends them around to a few of us in the family every now and then, those of us who are into it... [i]Please[/i] don't tell my parents..." The hermaphroditic reptile sighed heavily for a second time, then snagged her own reinforced computer chair and slid it over to sit beside Felicia. "Lemme see what this shit's all about, and I'll decide on that after." "I... okay, okay. It's... graphic. [i]Really[/i] graphic. Just..." It was the bunny's turn to sigh, and she knew that nothing was really going to prepare Charlene for what she was about to see. "Okay, just... try not to hate me? I didn't even have to pay for it, so it's not like I'm supporting the industry or..." The alligator quirked a brow and crossed her arms over her generous chest. Felicia was stalling and knew it. The rabbit clicked to resume the video, and it faded in on a large wolf with an equally large bust and a matching sheath and sack. "Welcome to Cooking For Predators! I'm Helena, and today is a [i]very[/i] special episode! It's my third eldest daughter's Death Day. She just had her third litter, and still not a single herm, so we need to cull her genetics from the pool. But there's no reason that good meat should go to waste, is there? Of course not! Now, I know what you're thinking. Predators are always stringy and tough to eat, right? But not when they're nice and young!" She reached off-screen to pull a much younger and wholly female wolf in beside her, hugging her arm around its shoulders. "Jilena, greet the audience and introduce yourself, dear." "Hello, audience! I'm Jilena. I'm currently the third oldest of my mom's daughters since Fina's Death Day. I've been allowed to bring three litters to term, but I've failed to bear any worthy offspring, so my worthless body is now public property. My mom bought me so that I could help with her cooking show and die for all of you to enjoy rather than sending me to a public rapesecution. Thanks mom!" "Oh, of course, my dear. I [i]do[/i] love you, even if you [i]are[/i] worthless. You may have been born a pitiful, half-whole female, but you're still my daughter." The younger wolf turned to hug her hermaphroditic mother, and the larger canine bent down to kiss her quite passionately. Felicia was rather glad that they hadn't mentioned the girl's age. That would have just been another nail in the coffin. The bunny knew from a few previous videos that Jilena was only thirteen, but there was no way in hell that she was going to admit it. The wolves broke the kiss and turned back to the camera. "Jilena may look lanky, but she still has plenty of baby fat on her, even at thirteen." Felicia smacked a hand against her forehead and groaned. "She's also been on a strict diet for the last few months to ensure a good marbling of her meat since the ultrasound confirmed her womb was useless. She should be quite plump and tasty, and remember to send a message via your preferred carrier if you'd like any of the leftovers. I'll be flash-freezing what I don't eat for auction to help with the care and raising of her genetically bereft offspring. Hopefully they'll prove to be less worthless than she is and can pass on the superior herm genes." "I hope so, Mom. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment..." "Never, Jilena, [i]never[/i]. It isn't your fault that you have inferior genes. I shouldn't have let a rapedoll give me a litter. My next litter will be from a herm, I assure you. I won't put this burden on another set of children." "I'm so happy for them! And I hope my kids grow up to be perfect, obedient rapedolls, like all inferior genders should." "That's my girl. Now, we're going to be doing something a bit basic today, but that doesn't mean it's easy!" The camera pulled to show the kitchen set as the wolf herm and daughter moved around behind the counter. "Sure, everyone [i]says[/i] they know how to barbecue, but how many times have you had your meat come out charred and blackened? So, I'm going to show you the perfect technique for a live rotisserie with Jilena! Now, first things first, everyone knows, the fingers and toes are the first things to go!" The younger wolfess was visibly trembling as she stretched out her hands to lay them on the cutting board while her mother wrapped a pair of thick zip ties around her wrists and pulled them so that they dug deeply into the young teen's flesh. "Always remember to get your ties as tight as you can unless you want your food bleeding out. The whole point of a live meal is for it to still be squirming when it gets to the table, right? Now, also remember proper safety when cooking live prey. Jilena is a wonderful daughter and perfectly trained, so I don't need much in the way of extra precautions, but those of you at home may not have such willing and cooperative prey. Never be afraid to use tranquilizers during your preparation. If done correctly, it will burn out of the blood stream without tainting the meat." The herm produced a large meat cleaver from beneath the counter, took hold of her daughter's forearm, raised the cutting implement, then froze when Charlene tapped the button to pause the video. The bunny turned towards the gator to meet a quizzical stare. "You really do get off on this bunk, huh?" Felicia realized that she had a hand firmly wedged between her legs, fingering her latex-sheathed pussy, pain radiating through her groin from the Eternal Torment Chastity Cap that covered her clit. She gave a shameful nod. "Okay. Well... First thing I'm gonna say before we continue is that there's two reasons reasons I'm not stuffin' ya head first into the garbage and bootin' yer ass to tha curb right now. One is that yer a kid yerself, so it makes sense you'd wanna see kids yer own age in stuff. I 'member bein' that age, and I found myself in quite a quagmire fer a while. Just make sure ya grow out of it, okay, hun? Second is that the little girl doesn't seem forced inta this er anythin'. This is their culture. I may not approve of it, but I respect it. Now, you tell whoever ya got it from that I ain't gonna have no actual rape films in my house, and we'll be just fine, but I expect you ta share if ya keep gettin' this stuff..." The gator shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and the rabbit glanced down to see that she wasn't the only one getting aroused by what was to come. "I don' go lookin' fer this kinda thing, but... well, there's an attractive brutality to snuff and vore stuff. So long's it's done willing... We gators got somethin' of a reputation, so I make sure not ta play into those stereotypes if I can." Felicia felt hope flutter in her chest, and grinned as she got the video playing again. The meat cleaver came down, thunking solidly into the wood of the cutting board. Jilena struggled to contain a rising shriek through gritted teeth, her eyes nearly bulging from her skull. The nails of her other hand dug into the board for a moment before Helena severed it as well. There was surprisingly little blood thanks to the zip ties cutting off circulation, and the teen wolf shivered violently from shock, lifting up her stumps to stare at them. "That's my good girl," Helena praised, pulling the girl into a comforting hug and rubbing at her shoulders. "It's okay to cry and scream, sweet girl. Just try not to struggle too much. I don't want to hurt you unnecessarily." The weeping wolfess nodded against her mother's boobs, smearing the fur with tears, then pulled away and started trying to climb onto the counter top. She let out a shriek as her raw stump came into contact with the wood, having forgotten that her hands were missing, but the large hermaphrodite just gently hefted her upwards so that she could lay on her stomach with her lower legs stretched across the board. More zip ties were applied. "Now, a quick slit to the Achilles tendon makes things much easier, and it helps loosen up the calf muscle. It makes for much juicer, tastier eating if you leave it to bunch for several hours, so I'll be severing her lower legs entirely for that purpose." She wrapped a second set of ties around the girl's legs just above the knee as she said this. "Make sure to keep the calf attached to the knee or the tendons won't be there to retract the muscle properly." Then she demonstrated. The tendons were cut with a quick slice, followed by a chop that severed the paws entirely. Jilena screamed loudly and high enough to hurt Felicia's ears, so she turned down the volume. Their apartment might be well soundproofed, but it never hurt to be cautious. The thick bones of the upper leg were another matter, and Helena was forced to press one forearm against her daughter's limbs to keep them still as she used a bonesaw to cut through them. The zip ties weren't quite tight enough to prevent any blood loss, and a few arterial spurts gushed out from the stump. The quick application of a blow torch cauterized them, and she left her daughter to shiver and convulse with shock while she resumed narrating. Felicia turned the volume back up, straining to hear the girl's gurgles and choked coughs beneath the herm's voice. "Usually, we'd do this first, but I wanted all of you to hear how beautiful her voice is. Isn't it wonderful? If her womb wasn't such a useless waste of flesh, she could have made a career on stage, don't you think? Oh well." A thick collar of heat-resistant polymer with three sharp spikes protruding inward was pulled from beneath the counter. "Some people say otherwise, but I believe a sustainer is absolutely necessary to serving a live meal. You [i]can[/i] do it the hard way, but why? It's just the same as having a rice cooker. It may only do one job, but it does that job better than trying to manage it by hand!" She wrapped the collar around her daughter's throat, piercing through the esophagus, the carotid, and the jugular. Jilena started to shriek again, but it was cut off by the collar cutting through her vocal chords. Then Helena stretched out one of the girl's arms to cut through at the shoulder, applying the blow torch to cauterize after every few seconds. She removed the other arm likewise, then stepped away from the still-conscious but semi-insensate wolfess so that she could peel the skin and fur off of one bicep. "Now I know that not all of you are as old-fashioned as I am, but I've never thought there was a better way to tell the quality of meat than by taking a raw bite." She suited actions to words and tore a chunk of red, dripping muscle from the severed, skinned arm. Helena let out a pleased rumble as she chewed thoughtfully before swallowing, then grinned at the camera. "Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. I hope your worthless sons and daughters out there taste just as sweet and fatty. Now, before we roast, there comes the age-old question: to skin or not to skin? You all know that I'm normally happy to skin, but we've been treating her with a special food-grade shampoo for the last few months. It should add a nice, smokey mesquite flavor instead of that nasty burnt fur taste. So, we'll be leaving that on. There [i]are[/i] a few last bits of preparation that we need to take care of, though." She hefted the squirming torso, and the camera followed as she moved over to what looked like a bondage bench, though missing the bench part. It was more of a frame, and she set the girl down atop it, straps going across shoulders and waist to hold her in place. Then the herm wolf moved behind the girl and began grinding her sheath against her daughter's rear end. "Everyone knows the best kind of roast is stuffed, and I always prefer the personal touch. Some people like theirs pre-stuffed, but that takes half the fun out of the cooking process! But just as a reminder, make sure you have a heat resistant plug strap handy unless you happen to like the smell of boiling cum. It can linger for several days, and not many appreciate that particular odor." Charlene let out a soft rumble, which was curious. She was notoriously nose-dead, for one, and Felicia wondered where she might have caught that particular stink, for two. She glanced over to see that the reptile had her half-hard cock out and was slowly stroking it in time with Helena's grinding. It made the bunny grin. The stuffing was only the second best part, and she decided that she wanted to experience a bit of the fun herself. She batted the gator's hand away and slipped onto Charlene's lap, squeezing the reptile's thick shaft between her thighs, plying her lips and tongue against the tip, and working her hands along the length in between. "Always remember to hook up your sustainer before you start gutting, or you'll regret it!" the herm said on the screen, pulling a pair of tubes from a machine attached below the stand. They attached to two plugs on the outside of the collar, corresponding to the artery and vein that they pierced. She flicked a switch, and blood began to flow down one side, churn through the machine, then back up on the other. It would keep the blood oxygenated and feeding to the brain so that the prey could remain alive through the cooking process, and Felicia squirmed as her pussy gushed with juice. She really couldn't wait until she got far enough along in her pregnancy that Charlene would remove the latex lining. Having a real, good, hard vaginal fuck that she could actually feel was going to be incredible, but she made do with anal for now. It wasn't nearly as good, but it hurt in wonderful ways. Then Helena drew back her massive cock to press the pointed tip against her daughter's slit and slammed forward. The young girl bucked against the bonds that held her, but she was helpless. At the same time, the hermaphroditic wolf snagged a knife and reached around to slit the girl's stomach from pelvis to sternum. Internal organs spilled out. Jilena's eyes bulged even further as her mother reached up inside her to start pulling things free, hollowing out her chest and abdominal cavity. The bunny knew from experience that most of the organ meat would go up for auction, but she saw Helena set aside the liver and heart. Hopefully they'd get a later show using those. And she had a thought that maybe Charlene might like a taste of the girl. She'd have to ask after they were done having their fun. The herm continued driving into her daughter, and even went so far as to roll the girl onto her side so that they could peer inside through the slit in her stomach. Peeling apart the flaps gave the camera a clear view of the herm's cunt-wrecking cock stretching the smaller female's canal, punching against the cervix, then finally breaking through to stretch and deform the uterus. Unfortunately, Helena couldn't go the whole nine and knot the girl since they needed to finish the cooking, but they got to watch the smaller wolf's incest-baby-filled uterus inflate further as it was filled to bursting with incestuous cum. Then the hostess applied the mentioned heat-resistant plug, which was more or less a chastity belt made from more of the polymer. It had a metal dildo on it to help roast the inside of the pussy at the same time as keeping the stuffing trapped inside. The gator let out a disgruntled grumble when Felica shifted positions and rose, crouching atop the reptile's thighs, but she swatted the end of Charlene's snout to silence her. This was the part the bunny had been watching when so rudely interrupted, and it was going to be far better having a real cock impaling her than a fake one. "Now comes the fun part. If you've properly gutted your prey, it should be easy as pie, but if not, then you have to be [i]very[/i] careful. If you perforate the bowels but don't use the hole for your skewering, you'll end up tainting the whole roast. So, remember, before you spear, always clear. Now, we just line up the skewer with the anus, so, and you can see it'll slide right through following the spine. Aaaaand, we get it lined up with the esophagus... and presto!" As the wolf herm slid the metal pole through her daughter, Felicia lowered herself downward, letting the alligator's cock spread her ass and rectum, imagining herself in place of the young wolfess. Not that she would ever go [i]through[/i] with something like that. Probably. At least not for several more years. When she was getting to be too old for things to be fun, then maybe she would. Until then, it was just a wonderful fantasy, and Charlene was happy to let her take the cock at her own pace. At least until her but rested against the reptile's thighs. As Helena lifted the skewered wolfess with the help of an assistant, and a second one to carry the sustainer over to the roasting pit, Charlene wrapped a hand around the rabbit's throat. It was tight grip, tighter than usual, but still with the well-controlled strength that the gator always displayed. Still, it was a bit terrifying, and Felicia immediately began to squirm. Then a massive shiver of instinctive terror ran down her spine as the reptile hiss-growled right into her ear. It made her toes curl and her anus clench, her pussy gripping against the latex sheath that filled it. She hadn't realized quite how close she was until that fear-gasm washed over her. Large jaws appeared in the corners of the bunny's vision, huge, sharp teeth coming closer and closer until Charlene's jaws were clamped firmly against either side of her head. It sent her over the edge a second time, and she wasn't even ashamed to feel the warmth and smell the acrid scent that drifted up from between her legs. When an alligator had your head chomped between its jaws, it was perfectly natural to piss yourself. Then large hands wrapped around her waist as the growl overrode anything that Helena might be saying. Charlene dragged her upwards by her head and hips, then slammed her back down, making her innards cramp with pain and jostling her view as the wolf herm began chopping some of the organ meat for further stuffing while her daughter started to roast. She did her best to keep a clear view of the screen, but it was difficult with her guts being rearranged, her vision jostlinging every time she was forced down onto the gator's cock, and orgasm after orgasm blasting through her. The agony that came along with the pleasure was by far the best part of it. She had deserved the punishment of having her clit capped with the torture device, but she really needed to thank someone for it. Oh, wait, it had been a punishment. Right. Felicia couldn't help but start laughing, fear, pain, and pleasure making her giddy and lightheaded. Then the reptilian growl grew louder, the grip on her throat tighter, and her bowels clamped tightly against the cock impaling her. For the next several minutes, she was torn between trying to watch the show and trying to keep from pissing off the very horny and probably very [i]hungry[/i] predator that could crush her skull as easily as popping a grape. She just held onto the chair arms for dear life and took it as best she could, riding the edge of further orgasms that were mitigated by the [i]actual[/i] fear she was starting to feel. Every few thrusts, Charlene would squeeze her jaws just a little bit tighter for a moment, making the blood pound in Felicia's brain as her instinct centers demanded that she fight, freeze, or flee, though mostly the latter two. It made her a twitching mess as Helena paused the rotisserie long enough to fill her daughter's body cavity with the mixed organ meats, vegetables, and aromatics. When the screen faded to black, the alligator brought her down hard for a final time, clenching against her skull so tightly that she could swear she heard bone creak, and filling her to bursting with reptilian seed. The growl faded, and the reptile's jaws relaxed, hands coming up to gently pet and soothe her. She was trembling so hard that she was surprised she wasn't seeing double, adrenaline racing through her body in a way that made her feel alternately hot and cold. Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like a hum singing through her veins, making her ears vibrate with a low tone. Then the screen came back, showing a time lapse of two hours. Helena was talking, but Felicia was too busy feeling like she had died while still living to catch it. Her hearing started to come back as the wolf set her daughter on a large platter with decorative garnish lining the rim and pulled the skewer free. The sustainer was still attached, and they could see the girl blinking, opening and closing her mouth. It was the only part of her that hadn't been turned into steaming, roasted meat. "And that's how you do it! She's all roasted up and ready to eat, still alive. From start to finish, you're looking at around three hours prep time and cooking, but this is a meal that can serve the average herm for at least two days, and it's well worth the effort!" She reached down to lift her daughter's chin and gave the wolfess a kiss on the nose. "I love you, my wonderful girl. You're going to be absolutely delicious. It's time to take you off the sustainer, dear." The wolf turned off the machine and waited through the long minutes as her daughter's blinking slowed, the brain finally allowed to die as it was starved of oxygen. The last thing the wolfess consciously did was to mouth the words, "I love you, mommy." "And that's our show!" Helena said suddenly with a sniffle. She wiped at her eyes before moving onto the closing spiel, her voice slightly choked. "Remember to tune in next week! We'll be doing stuffed turkey, but not the usual stuffing! One of our rapemeat assistants went and got herself knocked up with a worthless litter, so we'll be putting her, and them, to use!" She made a quick gesture across her throat, and the video cut to the credits. Charlene nibbled at Felicia's ear, and the rabbit had another violent shiver, but unaccompanied by an orgasm this time, unfortunately. "No. Rape." the gator stated. The bunny nodded. "Good. Now, I'm not gonna ask ya ta find anythin' fer me, but... if you get some more o' this stuff in, I might like ta watch it with ya. I'm firm on that last, though. No fucking rape, and... I don't know if they do stuff with kids, but if they ain't old enough for breedin', then none o' that. I [i]will[/i] have you starin' in your very own video if you break those rules." The growl that accompanied the threat sent another shiver up the bunny's spine. She knew that it was far less of a threat than a promise. Felicia nodded again. "Good girl. Now, go wash yerself up and come out smellin' fancy. I'm feelin' mighty hungry, 'n I want your throat around my cock while I cook and eat. If yer good, I might feed you afterward." The bunny lurched as she was shoved forward and off the gator's cock, stumbling for several steps before she managed to catch herself. Her anus was so fear-puckered that she wasn't even leaking out the torrent of cum contained inside her. She shivered again, then glanced back at the gator, wondering if she'd awakened some kind of monster. But instead of the ferocious predatory grin she expected, she was met by the kind, motherly smile of the gator she had known for so long now. "Hey, did I really scare ya, sweety?" Charlene inquired, her expression turning to utter worry. Felicia nodded, and she couldn't even get a word out before she broke down into tears. She found herself quickly wrapped in a tight hug, pressed up against the reptile's bosom as she was petted and comforted. "I'm sorry, girl, I thought you'd like it. I'm [i]real[/i] damn sorry. I din't mean ta go too far. I'm so, [i]so[/i] sorry..." Felicia fought through the sobs to speak, choking back the lump in her throat. "No. No, you didn't go too far. I just didn't expect it. I didn't know you could even [i]be[/i] like that. God, I was so fucking [i]scared[/i]. Oh, god... Just... let me know before you get like that next time. [i]Fuck[/i], but that was a hell of a ride..." Charlene cooed soothingly and picked her up, carrying her towards the shower. "Alright, sweety. We'll come up with a set of safewords for it. Did ya have fun, at least?" "Oh, [i]FUCK[/i] yes. We need to do that again. A lot. But only [i]after[/i] we have the safewords. Don't surprise me with that shit again. I seriously thought you were gonna fucking [i]eat[/i] me." "Oh, I'm [i]gonna[/i] eat'cha, li'l bunny. I'm [i]gonna[/i]." Felicia giggled and squirmed, trying to escape the reptile's grasp as they entered the shower stall. But not trying very hard at all. [center][b]The End[/b][center]