[b][u][center]Stream of Horrors 2
Ratting Out Won’t Save You
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 




Vasilka was used to waking up in the dark. The dark was safer than the light, and it made it easier for hide from the people that thought you were too useless to live. When she woke up in the light, she knew she was in trouble.

She flexed her hands as she felt metal around her wrists, and realized that they were tighter than any of the crooked cops and their handcuffs. Worse, she was hanging from something, hanging by hands and feet, dangling…maybe three feet off of the floor? Far enough to worry about breaking her face if she fell wrong.

The cool metal faded from her head as she realized that the chill in the air wasn’t just from the temperature, but from no clothes. She didn’t blush too much; she sometimes slept that way anyway. But it was uncomfortable.

[i]Where am I?[/i]

That was the first question she asked herself, looking this way and that. There were little camera pods all around her, telling her that either someone was watching her or was getting ready to watch her do something. She blushed a bit as she was reminded of her naked state again, but tried not to do anything. Instead, she looked around, trying to glance past the cameras to see if there was a door.

Instead, there was nothing. The walls were smooth, and if there was anything like a door or window to somewhere else, it was hidden. All she could see were walls, like a smooth prison. Shakily, Vasilka opened her mouth, coughing and whispering.

“Hello?”

No answer.

“Hello? Please…please, someone say something…I’m scared.”

“You should be.”

The voice came from somewhere else. Another room? Maybe. She glanced around as it echoed for a moment, and then went quiet. She waited, hoping that it would say something else so that she didn’t feel alone, but there was no hope for her there.

She whimpered, lowering her head again as she waited for her fate. Would she be killed? She heard that some people kidnapped girls to kill them, after they were done doing…other things to them. The idea sent a shiver down her back, but she felt that it would be better to live like that than to die. There was always something that was better than dying…right?

Another sound, something shifting, opening. She lifted her head to see two shadowed figures walking out from a hole in the wall, and wondered who they were. They didn’t have any sign of badges, no guns, nothing that she was used to seeing on authority figures back home. Were they nicer, maybe? Would they not hurt her?

They walked over to her, and she turned her head this way and that. They wore robes of some sort, keeping their hoods up, hiding their faces and everything else from her. There was nothing to be seen, only everything to wonder about. They looked her over, and one of them stroked her back. He – if it was a he – had a weird hand, as far as she could tell. It almost felt furry, like a cat pushing a paw against her back.

“She’s ready for the transformation, dear sister.”

‘Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this. So long since we did rodents.”

“Heh, don’t get too carried away. You know that we need to keep her in good shape if we want to sell off the body later.”

“Mmph. Can’t we just –”

“No, no, sister, dear. Let’s not ruin the moment.”

She shivered, the voices above getting more sinister as they talked. Vasilka didn’t dare speak, knowing better than to call trouble down upon herself. It was the lesson that she learned earliest in life. Speaking was the fastest way to make people try and find ways to shut you up.

They pulled out different syringes from pockets, each one filled with some sort of red goo in it. She opened her mouth, curious, then stopped herself, not daring to say anything. The first one to speak, the one that referred to the other as ‘sister,’ chuckled.

“Looks like we picked the right little subject this time. She’s been quiet all day.”

“She’s been sleeping all day, brother. She’s probably going to scream when we start.”

“Well, if she does, she does. I can’t see that it will be a problem.”

“Hehehe, if she doesn’t, it might be.”

“True. But if I can make you scream on the knot, then she will wail.”

[i]Who are they? What’s the knot? What are they talking about?[/i]

It was hard to tell, and harder to hold back her questions with each passing second. She didn’t want to get hurt, she didn’t want to be made an example of, but she didn’t want to be turned into some sort of monster, either. The girl whimpered, closing her eyes tightly as little tears started to flow down her face.

Something soft and fuzzy flicked against her face, almost a whipcrack in speed but not nearly so painful. She gasped, trying to see what it was, but it was already gone…and the woman’s voice was speaking again.

“Look at that, brother. Tears. Already.”

“Tears of fear. That’s promising.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see them falling faster.”

“You will, sister, dear.”

“Can we get rid of the robes yet?”

“Soon. Let’s start the transformation, first.”

“Are we streaming?”

“No, but I want to make sure that our faces are out of sight. No point in giving anyone a way to see us properly.”

“Hehehehe.”

The pair of them were obviously criminals, she knew that much, but what kind? And streaming? They…they were showing this to people? They were going to show her to people online? Her blush got worse, and she whimpered, squirming slightly in the restraints.

“Finally, a little struggle. Would it kill you to show a little more fear, girl?”

“Leave it be, sister.”

“She’s just lying there. I want to see more.”

“We will. Heh. We will.”

The first needle went into her butt, and Vasilka jerked slightly at the sudden prick down there. The next three were normal, along her hip and then her arm, and one into her leg. The last one, however, had the robed figure slipping under her, and she finally got a good look at his face.

It wasn’t human, but something bestial, something scary and out there. A long, slender muzzle poked out of the darkness of the hood, with slight hints of whiskers along the side, and two pointed ears, like a fox’s, stood out from the top of his head. He was covered in fur, his cheeks and his face almost hidden by it, and it ran down his neck into his robe. When he opened his mouth, she could see teeth sharp enough to rip her apart, and she gasped, crying out and screaming.

“Get away from me! Get away!”

“Hehehe, there we go…I told you she’d scream, sister.”

“That’s a start.”

Oh, she screamed, she screamed until there were no words left and she was only babbling. Her eyes were wild, her body moving without her consent as she squirmed and struggled, trying to pull against the chains and drag her arms and legs free. She beat her arms and legs against the air, trying to shove the two robed figures away, trying to get away from the monsters, but nothing worked.

All she could do was hang there, and take the last injection directly to her naked sex. She screamed again as the pain of being injected in her pussy left her sore, but it was done quickly.

The robed figure pulled back, stepping outside of the ring of cameras. As the terror of their nearness faded slightly, Vasilka was becoming ever more aware of something else. A stirring, a heat that was running through her veins. It felt like a bad sunburn, at first, but it was spreading, getting hotter and hotter, making her pant and shudder. Her skin broke out in sweat at every turn, from the bottoms of her feet to the spaces between the hairs on her head. It was a hard prickling feeling, making her drip as she felt like steam was coming off of her back. The female voice spoke again, chuckling.

“Looks like we might have overdosed her a little bit.”

“Like you’re complaining, sister.”

“Mmmm, I just can’t wait to see her change…she’s going to rip through it all, and be a good slut.”

Slut. Slut. Slut. The word echoed in her head, and for the worst of reasons, it reassured her. The word told her that she was going to live. The word told her that she wasn’t going to die. They couldn’t kill her and keep her as a slut.

But they could hurt her, and the prickling feeling was getting SO much worse, spreading through her and leaving her gasping and panting every time that she took a breath. Her muscles felt tight, spasming in her thighs and arms, and she could hardly see as her vision started to go spotty. Her head hurt, her spine hurt, everything felt like it was getting wound too tightly.

As the robed figures started to move the cameras around, changing the angles, she felt a slight fading of the prickles in her hand. It was such a relief that she let out a shaky sigh, turning her head, only to scream.

“AAAAGH! What’s happening to me?! What’s happening to my hand?!”

It was harder, crackly looking, and she could see her skin was getting rougher and harder by the second. Her fingers were growing longer, getting thin but just as rough and hard looking as her palms. She shook her head at the impossibility of it, trying to think that it was just a dream, that this whole thing was just a dream, but no. It was still there.

As her other hand followed suit, the prickling faded as a massive itch took its place, running up from her changed hands towards her wrists, and then towards her elbows. Fur popped out with the itch, dark brown, almost filthy looking fur that didn’t look right for anything, let alone a younger girl like her. She shook her head, her eyes just about bugging out of their sockets.

“I think we should start the second phase, sister.”

“Mmm, you don’t need my help to prep this time. You’re already hard.”

“Heh, mostly thanks to her fear. Let’s see how she takes it.”

The figures stepped into her view again, and the terror from earlier came back ten-fold. They were not only inhuman, but they were monstrous.

Like foxes given human form, they stood before her, many tails swaying back and forth behind them. The male was hard, but he didn’t have a penis like a human, but that of a beast. Long and terrifyingly thick at the base, he had the cock of a canine, already dripping and swollen with need. His body was covered in fur, and his hands were tipped with claws, claws that she could already imagine digging into her hips as he bred her like a beast.

He walked around her, his ‘sister’ likewise a fox, standing outside of the ring of cameras and slowly fingering herself. Unlike him, she had human attributes…if one called their more exaggerated fulsomeness human. Vasilka shuddered, shaking her head, her mind cracking under the effort of trying to understand what was happening around her, and failing.

He was behind her, now, and she could feel him groping her. His hands were on her, they were on camera, his cock was pressing against her, that was on camera. Vasilka shook her head, tearing up more and more as the fur and the prickles and the itches continued to war in her arms, the filthy fur running up her elbows and now making its way towards her shoulders. She shook her head rapidly as the male fucked his cock between her ass cheeks, working himself up, spreading his foul fluids over her.

“Please…please no…”

“If the offers of millions of dollars would not stop me, civility stands little chance, girl.”

He pushed down, and she felt that inhuman, tapered tip pressing against her sex. She’d never had anything in there, never felt a person or a toy inside of her body. She shook her head again, begging with a whisper and a whimper for him to leave her be, but it didn’t work.

As he slammed in, robbing her lungs of air, the fur lurched forward. It covered her from wrist to shoulder, and it was wrapping around her neck like the edges of a cloak. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, hardly, as she was fucked from behind, his hard cock ripping her open, leaving her dribbling blood for the cameras as well as whatever else he scraped out of her.

She couldn’t think of him, could only think of the changes ripping through her. Her tears fell almost constantly as she stared at the way her body was taken from her, her eyes bugging out slightly as her arms started to pump up, plumping along the upper arms and running down to the forearms. The chains around her wrists suddenly felt painfully tight, and she cried out from the way that they squeezed her. The female fox grinned, giggling to herself as she forcefully fingered her pussy.

“Mmm, she’s really getting into it now, brother.”

“She’s changing. She’s dry enough I can barely get in.”

“Good thing she’s a virgin. All that blood…”

“It is helping, admittedly.”

One was a sadist, and the other was clinical. Neither helped. Vasilka screeched as she felt a crunch in the back of her head, only to scream at the top of her lungs as her face started to push forward, extending out from her cheeks. Her nose and her lips pulled out at the same time, forming a long, narrow muzzle of her own. The tip of her nose swelled in front of her eyes, getting bigger and darker, and she could feel her vision shifting, going to something more…wide-angled, for lack of a better term. It made the room feel bigger, and her feel smaller.

Even with the muscles in her arms and the bulging feeling in her shoulders, the power that was coming with this new form wasn’t sufficient to get her free. She still hung from the chains, and still was helpless against the hard fucking from behind. The fox hammered her, his cock breaking her down, stripping her of any ability to resist as he hammered her depths, making her cry with every impact.

The female fox stepped forward as her muzzle finished coming in, her eyes rolling back as she looked up at her captor. The fingers came free, and a foul female scent rubbed over her nose. Like hers, once, but far more bitter, more bestial.

“Time for you to put that muzzle to work, girl.”

“Sister.”

“Oh, what? Am I not allowed, brother?”

“You are, but tilt one leg back. The camera needs a good angle.”

“Oh.”

It didn’t help, the delay, but it let her get used to the idea of what she was going to have to do. She’d barely had an awareness that women did things with each other, let alone how to do it. The female fox grabbed her by the back of her head, dragging her down and pushing her against the dripping sex in front of her. She groaned, her eyes wet still and tears running down her face as she clumsily tried to lick out that sex.

The groan from above wasn’t one of pleasure, and she knew that she wasn’t doing as well as the fox wanted her to, but what was she supposed to do? She was being raped. She was being transformed. She couldn’t get away, and she wanted to curl into a ball and cry.

Clawed fingers slapped her ass, making her jump in the chains.

“Don’t disappoint my sister. She can do far worse to you than simply make you eat her out.”

She whimpered, nodding as she licked a little faster, trying to get used to the sharp teeth in her mouth and her new tongue at the same time. The fur was spreading down her back, taking away the sweat prickles and making it more itchy for a few seconds before it got a little bit better. She tried not to think about the way that it was changing her body, how it was taking her humanity, but the only other thing to think about was the cock in her and the pussy against her mouth.

She gasped as her spine cracked, suddenly shoving her ass back against the fox behind her. He growled in her ear, obviously enjoying the feeling, but she didn’t. It shoved his cock almost all the way inside of her, his knot stretching her tiny hole too much for her to take. She screamed into the woman’s pussy in front of her, and got a moan for her trouble.

“Mmm, she’s getting better. Make her do that again, brother.”

“She’ll do that without any help from me.”

And she did. Every time her spine cracked, pushing out and making her bigger, she screamed. It had added another inch, then another, making her bigger, taller. She had to be almost a half foot, no, nine inches taller than she had been, and she couldn’t believe that it was getting worse with each one. The camera circle could barely hold her now, and she could feel it getting worse.

The fur stretched down around her chest, cupping her small breasts. They were pushed upwards, no longer hanging down the little bit that they had been, and suddenly swelled. She screamed at the weight pulling her down, her back aching even with the new muscles, and then screamed again as they swelled once more. Every scream pulled another moan from the fox in front of her, which only made her whimper in turn.

The siblings pushed her back and forth, the fox in front of her almost fucking her muzzle and making it impossible to breathe easily. The one behind her raped her pussy hard, and she could feel herself gaping worse and worse from his cock, ripping her open, pushing her to the edge of what she could take. All the while, the fur continued to spread, stealing identity, stealing humanity from her.

Her tail was growing, something long and fat pushing out of her spine as she whimpered and cried. Her body was bigger, heavier, more muscled at every point. The chains were barely holding her weight now, and Vasilka shuddered to think about how much bigger she was, how much filthier she was becoming.

Filthier.

As the fur spread down her legs, she could feel something else, something cracking at the back of her head. She tried to turn away from it, to plug her mental ears and ignore it, but it was there. Filth. Filth, it called for, filth for the rat to hide in, filth for the rodent to swim through. Filth and fluid and warmth in the underground, somewhere hidden, serving those stronger. She was strong, but they were stronger. Rats submitted to the hunters.

Instincts that she’d never felt before and never wanted to feel again were filling her head, making it impossible to think clearly. Her pussy clenched on its own, almost like her body was bending to the will of the fox behind her, and she tried to lick a little more firmly as she should to the one in front of her. Why? She didn’t know; her body just did it on its own, trying to survive, following the instincts that were popping in one by one.

[i]No, I don’t want this! I’m not a beast! I’m not![/i]

Filth, filthy rat. Filthy rat lived by submitting. Strong rats beat mice, not predators. Rats were hunted by foxes. Rats had to appease foxes.

The thought left her shivering, but it gave her the idea of how to survive. She went with it, no longer fighting, and the foxes started moaning as she worked her body to please them. She curled her tongue upwards and inwards, pushing it into the female’s body rather than just licking around the pussy, and the vixen moaned for her.

“Mmm, now that’s a better bitch. Looks like the little rat is finally learning her place.”

“I doubt it. I think it’s merely the instincts.”

“Instincts or not, she’s a good pussy licker.”

The knot pounded at her from behind, and she knew that it needed to come in. Her body knew that it would take it one way or another, and submission, giving in to the predators, was the only way to make her stay alive. She whimpered, not wanting to be a rat, not wanting to be this beast, but there was no way to stop herself now. The rat relaxed, and she felt the knot pushing in deeper than it ever had before.

It popped into her, hard and loud, and she gasped, whimpering softly as her body was plundered in a way that she’d never imagined. The whimpers faded as the rat instincts took over, wriggling on it, squeezing down, giving pleasure to the fox. Her body thanked him, gave it pleasure for all the pain that it was giving her, and the fox chuckled behind her.

“Yes, it’s definitely instincts. This girl wouldn’t know how to do that.”

“Oh, can’t you just…mmph…shut up for a bit? I want to…enjoy this…”

“Oh, very well.”

He hadn’t cum in her, despite knotting. Instead, he pulled back, her pussy stretching out around his cock until the knot popped free of her. She gasped, her eyes going wide at the sudden stretching sensation down below. She could feel the cool air pushing inside of her, could sense the way that her inner walls no longer touched. She must have been one wrecked rat.

As the fur and the crackling bald skin worked down over her feet, she turned all of her attention to the fox in front of her, submitting everything to her. She pushed her tongue forward, wiggling it into the pussy in front of her, diving it as deep inside as she could force it. Her mouth was filled with the bestial, wet, wrong flavors of a woman in heat, but the rat took it and savored it.

Bit by bit, Vasilka was consumed by the rat. It was taking her over, removing all those things that made it hard to live, and gave her the ‘joy’ of filth. It wasn’t bad to submit. It wasn’t bad to give the predators what they needed. It was so much easier to be a rat than a person. It…

It didn’t hurt as much.

Vasilka the human faded away, and Vasilka the were-rat remained.

The foxes pulled back, letting the cameras take in the final details of her transformation. The last increases of size in her chest, the muscles that ran down her legs and filled out her abs, the sense of power that came in her long, bald tail; those were all caught on camera, and transmitted to who knew where all over the world. The were-rat hung, letting it all come crashing down on her mind. The last bit of humanity she had was long gone, and all that was left was the rat.

She looked up, drooling slightly, and the foxes smiled to each other. They shook each other’s hands on a job well done, and the male reached down for his robe, pulling out a remote and pressing a button.

The rat hit the ground hard, her breasts flattening against the cool floor. She had a chance to run, she realized, now that she wasn’t chained, but she didn’t. The rat didn’t want to run. The rat knew that the foxes would chase, that the foxes would catch her. Better to give in. Better to serve from below and be happy, to live. She lifted her head, grinning like an idiot, and crawled on all fours towards the foxes.

The female laughed at her, shaking her head.

“The little girl’s lost her mind. She’s all rat now.”

“Heh, it always happens. Instincts are powerful, after all, and she’s a thrall without a master.”

“We’ll just have to teach her the proper ways to behave, won’t we?”

“Yes, sister, we will.”

“Let’s mark her. Can we?”

“I suppose. She’ll have to be marked at some point, and we can always wash her down later.”

The pair of them moved closer, the male with his cock in hand, and the female with her fingers spreading her pussy and sliding inside. Vasilka looked between them, her stupid little rat brain unable to choose which one she was supposed to help at that point. She looked from one to the other, hoping that one of them would give her a clue, but neither fox said anything.

She whimpered, a soft squeak in the back of her throat as she tried to find something to say. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to eat out the woman? Suck the male? Were they waiting for her to do something?

[i]Rat needs help. Rat can’t think. Rat supposed to make foxes feel good, but two foxes. What –[/i]

It didn’t take long for the pair of them to cum. The siblings came hard, spurting their juices all over her face, and making her gasp and sputter as she tried to catch her breath. They were musky, powerfully potent sprays, with the female’s scent laced with piss and the male’s just pure masculinity. Her body shuddered under the powerful smells, and she moaned, her aching hole starting to burn with its own need.

She squatted there, their fluids raining down for half a minute, the foxes more productive than any stupid rat. Vasilka reached up, fondling her tits with her hands as her long, bald tail bent down, soaking itself in the fox juices before pulling up and sliding into her sex. She moaned at the filling feeling, some burning in her cheeks from some half-remembered embarrassment that barely mattered. Some voice of a human in the back of the rat’s head, something that was fading with each successive thrust of her tail.

The foxes laughed over her, and the rat grinned. If they were laughing, it was doing something right. If they were laughing, then she might be able to live.

Jamming her tail deeper inside of herself, the rat turned as she was directed, putting on a show for the different cameras, letting them see her bigger tits, her spread pussy, her gaping hole. She let the foxes take her tail and ram it up her ass, even leaned back on it as she screamed from the forced stretching, and tried to put on a smile as she reached down and showed off her gaping pussy to the camera.

“Foxes treat rat just like rat deserves,” she said. “Foxes treat rat like filth, rat is filth, rat is filth, rat is filth for foxes.”

She couldn’t stop babbling, even as they put her through the wringer. The female sat on her face while the male pulled her ass down on his knot, fucking her and breaking her. She screamed under them, taking the abuse, forcing a smile even as the human voice faded further and further from her mind, the rat taking over for survival. Rat was good at survival, human was too weak to live.

They used her again and again, forcing her into one position after another. Forcing. The human thought forcing. The rat thought guidance. Rat liked guidance. Vasilka the were-rat liked to be told what to do.

The abuse and pain pushed her further and further, her tail cracking at least once from the way it was forced to bend to slide inside of her, and her ass was soon as knot-fucked and gaping as her pussy. The cameras caught it all, and the foxes laughed and came again and again all over her, soaking her fur until it laid flat on her, until it was bristly with dried cum and pussy goo, almost looking like it was gelled up.

Finally, as the male fox was fucking her pussy one more time, she felt it coming. An orgasm. A powerful orgasm that would finally claim her. Vasilka grinned, her mouth hanging open in anticipation of the rolling pleasure that would finally reward her for all that she’d done. Her heat had been building up since they started working her over, her need going from simple survival to a pure need for pleasure and cum and filth from the kitsunes. She happily let her tongue loll out of her mouth as she was fucked, her half-broken tail twitching as she was knotted again and again from behind. She barely noticed the female fox over her, the juices raining down into her mouth. 

As he came, she did too, finally spasming in ultimate pleasure. She fell to the ground, her body clenching and releasing around his cock, and he laughed at her, shaking his head a few times as she fell into bliss. 

“That should remove the last of her humanity. I’m surprised that she didn’t cum it out at the beginning; perhaps we’ll need another tack for the blood shifting.”

“Ugh. Why are we even doing that? What are we, vampires?”

“It is part of the job, sister. Now, let’s put her to storage.”

The rat was taken away, and Vasilka the were-rat didn’t mind being put to a different room. She didn’t mind the locks or the no-door look. She didn’t mind that it was no different from the other room except smaller. The were-rat knew that she’d done a good job, and that she’d saved her life from the foxes. They wouldn’t eat her or kill her. They’d want her to do something else, later. 

She curled up in a circle, long, bald tail over her nose, and closed her eyes. She’d wait, and serve. Unless they got a mouse. Then she’d hurt it. Hopefully they’d let her. 













[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]