Meat of the Month - January
#4 of Cooking Vore/Snuff
Meat of the Month: January by: BerserkerB
(Original concept created by Beachfox; written with his permission)
Chu packed the last of his supplies into his backpack. "There, all set," he chimed as he zipped up his luggage. Chu was a fur seal, living and studying at Northern College in Ontario, Canada. His family lived further north, in a small town off the Canadian islands. Chu had worked through college to earn an engineering degree. The town he lived in often had trouble during the warm season, as the land would thaw, causing many homes to sink, or shift to one side. Chu dreamed of using his degree to help build better homes for his townspeople. However, Chu had another dream.
"This is stupid!" cried John, Chu's roommate. "Why the hell would you go out on a camping trip to the tundra in the middle of winter?" The moose flailed his arms around as he spoke.
"Phft, the tundra isn't that dangerous," Chu scoffed. "I'm a seal; I was made for cold weather."
John fumed, reached under the seal's bed, and thrust a calendar in his face. "And what about this, hmm?" He held the latest edition of Meat of the Month, a calendar series featuring twelve pages of nude boys and men, all of them expressing interest in being killed and eaten. Below each picture was a quote or two, given by the guy in the picture. January's picture just happened to be Chu.
Chu looked at his friend with annoyance. "And what about it?"
"You want to be eaten!?" John shouted in a half comment, half question. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you gone completely insane?"
"I don't think this is any of your business!" Chu cried and swiped the calendar from John's paw. "What are you doing looking through my things?"
"Don't point the blame at me! You're the one who wants some beefy guy to gut and roast you!" The moose looked ready to strangle his friend. "And what about your family?"
"I don't want to talk about this." Chu slipped his backpack on and pushed his friend aside.
"Don't you walk out on me!"
Chu stopped; his paw on the doorknob. "Listen John, no one has ever been able to catch me." He noticed the look on the moose's face. "Yes, guys have tried, but all of them eventually fail." He smirked. "I know the tundra like the back of my tail, and besides, I'll be camping by Hudson Bay and I can out swim any big hunk that tries to harpoon me."
"Chu...please don't go."
The seal smiled and winked. "If anyone comes at me, I'll run. Don't want to give the preds a free meal." He opened the door and added, "See you on Monday," and left.
John just stood where he was, staring at the door dumbstruck. "That...idiot."
The trip along Hudson Bay was boring enough. The bus ride north was always filled with loud and annoying people, on the weekend. A few children kept popping their heads up from the seat in front of him. At first it was cute, but after the fiftieth time or so it became annoying real quick.
After the bus let him off, it was a few miles of hiking along the edge of the bay before he reached his destination. Chu looked around him, and saw no sign of man, woman, or child. "Finally!" he shouted in relief. He let his bag fall off his shoulders, and then he went straight for the water. He tore off his clothes as he sprinted, stopping only to kick off his pants. The energetic seal dove right into the icy water, and let the cool embrace envelop him. He came up for a quick breath of air, and then went right back below the surface of the water.
Chu strode onto shore an hour later. In his muzzle was a nice sized fish, still flopping for freedom between his jaws. Like a happy-go-lucky child, the seal sauntered back to his backpack, and went about making camp. The fish sizzled on a small grill, cooked by Canned Heat. Chu had brought little supplies, only what he deemed necessary. He rolled out his sleeping bag and stuffed his dirty clothes back in the bag. He never wore clothes went he went camping. He sniffed at the air, and reveled in the naked embrace of nature. There was nothing like roughing it, and facing the elements with the possibility of death.
There was not too much to do while he waited for his dinner to cook. The young pinniped sat on his sleeping bag and just watched the waves off the Hudson Bay.
Chu smacked his lips after gulping down the last of his fish. The bounty from the bay was always the tastiest, especially when fresh. The sky was taking on an amber color, and the blue of the old day grew fainter as time passed by. Chu lay back and gazed longingly into the evening sky. The orange and red heavens would soon give way to darkness - upon which a multitude of bright lights blanketed. Stargazing from the middle of nowhere was always the greatest - nothing could compare. He readied himself for a wondrous show.
A strong wind blew from the north. His nose twitched, catching something odd in the air. He sniffed again, and knew in an instant that he was not alone. He shot up and looked north.
There, several feet away, was a large, hulking, hairy as hell, polar bear. He was naked, save for some beads in his long, scruffy hair. In one paw he held a spear. The sharp point glinted off the low rays of light, giving this strange bear a rather heroic aura.
Chu slowly got to his feet, never taking his eyes off the stranger. There was much he did not know about this guy, save for two things. First off, he obviously was a hunter; and secondly, from the narrow gaze that cut right into Chu's soul, he knew that this bear was going to hunt him.
The young seal had to decide fast. He could go straight for the bay and lose this guy quickly, or he would run on foot and give the hunter a fair chance. Chu's survival instincts all shouted to dive into the water. He took off running into tundra.
The cold wind from the north pounded against him as he ran. The tundra was a wasteland, devoid of nearly all vegetation, save for low growing plants. But during the winter months, the soil was completely frozen over, leaving dangerous patches of ice for a weary prey to slip on. Chu was careful with each step he took, though it cost him speed. The bear was hot on his tail, spear ready to pierce the pinniped's flesh when the moment presented itself.
Chu suddenly hit a slick patch of ice, and nearly lost his footing. He stumbled to remain standing, and almost fell flat on his face. Luckily, he caught himself, but the stumbling cost him precious time. He barely had time to look back, when the polar bear lunged for him. Chu did the only thing he could think of, and dove onto the ice. He slid on the frozen soil like a Slip 'n Slip. The hunter's spear pierced the ice where Chu once was - a second earlier and it would have been piercing seal flesh.
The bear roared with fury, his bellowing voice barely muffled by the raging wind. Chu did not look back. The moment he hit friction he took off running at full speed.
This was it. This was the feeling he longed for. His spine tingled as each step of his feet sent surge after surge of stimulation to his brain. His breathing was fast, the air felt so heavy, and the thought that the next breath he took could be his last...all of it was the greatest exhilaration ever! Between the seal's legs, bobbing wildly as he ran for his very life, a different kind of exhilaration was taking place. Chu's cock-head pushed beyond the furry foreskin protecting it. He instantly felt a cold rush between his thighs, but it only fueled the shaft further outward. Nothing compared to this feeling.
He was not sure how long he had run - he had lost track of time. The evening had turned to night, and with it came a small snow storm. The wind whipped the falling flurries about like confetti. Chu could hardly see in front of him, but he knew his stalker also would have the same problem. He did not slow down, and only stopped for a minute when there were rocks to hide behind.
As he crouched down behind his current cover, he thought about his life, his friends, and his family. If this bear succeeded, he would never see any of the things he cared about again. A twinge of guilt and regret attacked him, and for a moment he hated himself for his selfish desires. But then, he heard the crackling of someone stepping on the snow, and all thoughts left him - and he ran.
The hunt went on through the night, and neither predator nor prey showed any sign of letting up. Chu took a chance when the storm grew wickedly powerful, and made a sharp turn. He used his tail to brush away his footsteps, in hopes of fooling the tenacious hunter. It was not until the break of dawn before he saw the familiar sight of the shore of Hudson Bay.
Nearly out of breath, Chu scampered towards the water's edge. He took a quick look back, and saw no sign, no silhouette of the massive bear behind him. He let his aching muscles relax, and literally dropped to his ass on the cold, sandy shore.
"I can't...believe...I lost hi...him." The seal tried to take deep, calming breaths, but his heart refused to slow down; adrenaline pulsing through his veins. "Too bad!" he mocking yelled. "You don't get to feast on seal, tonight!"
Suddenly, the water exploded, and a humongous figure leapt from the chilling depths. Chu turned in terror, but a powerful grip latched onto his throat, and shoved him to the ground. Towering above him was the polar bear, his fur wet and heavy, dripping with icy water. He snarled at Chu, the air from his snout condensing into a light fog with every pant. He clutched his spear tightly, though not nearly as tightly as he grasped Chu's throat.
Chu struggled for air, his eyes wide with shock and horror. He saw the killing intent in the bear's eyes, and he knew that this was it - he was going to die. The seal's brain flooded with visions, his life flashing before him. Eclipsing them all, however, were his dreams, his fantasies about this moment. It was all coming true; hunted to the brink of exhaustion by a hulking bear. Next, he would drive the spear into Chu's gut, sealing his fate with a simple puncture. Then, while he slowly bled, the bear would rape his dying body, giving the seal his final orgasm in this mortal coil. And finally, Chu would spitted and roasted, only meat to serve this hungry predator.
The bear changed his grip on the spear, and hoisted it above his head. The rising sun cast a shimmer on the cold, wet metal. This was it! His dreams were all about to come true! The bear stabbed with his trusty weapon, and pierced the seal with a deadly blow.
Chu felt pain surge through him, forcing him to hack and gasp. Blood gurgled in his throat, pushed up by his lungs whenever he exhaled. The morning sky grew fuzzy and dark. Color was replaced by gray, and then by blackness. His body twitched, shuddered, and then grew still. His head fell to the side, warm blood drizzling from his muzzle.
The spear had pierced his heart, not his belly.
It was a long trek back to his village, but the mighty hunter had been through worse. He dragged behind him a glorious catch, one that would feed many in his village. The bear, Nanuq, had seen the seal's image when a Canadian hiker had visited their village not long ago. Nanuq was intrigued to find that sentient creatures were willing to be a part of the hunt. It was sheer luck that he happened upon the young seal that evening, but it was a luck that would feed many.
As Nanuq approached his home, several young hunters ran out to greet him. They all cheered and shouted his name. He stopped, and with a prideful grin held up his prize. The others hooted and hollered their congratulations. They surrounded the great hunter, and began pestering him with question upon question about his hunt. He told them the details as he walked; the eagerness of getting a hot meal going belayed his pride - for now.
The roaring fire felt good to the weary bear. The entire village gathered around, listening to Nanuq tell his tale of the great hunt. Cooking over the fire was the lifeless body of Chu. His dark eyes stared blankly into space, no life or fire left within. A metal spit pierced him from his anus to his throat. The villagers had taken to chopping off his arms, legs, and tail; as well as skinning the poor seal. They would store the meat for rations, and use his fur for clothing. The one limb they did not remove was Chu's amazingly still hard cock. The shaft was a dark reddish-brown, cooked thoroughly by the blazing fire. The heat had turned nearly every inch of the young seal red, and he hardly resembled the once full-of-life college student he once had been. His body dripped of melted fat and blubber; each droplet sizzled in the roaring flames.
The villagers pestered Nanuq to tell his story once more, to which the bear was happy to oblige. He was the center of attention, and he loved it. Two young hunters had taken it upon themselves to provide the bear with their company, and he was more than happy to pull them in close, with his paws gripping their asses.
Someone brought him over a ceramic plate, on which was the steaming, dripping cock-meat of the seal. Nanuq lapped at his lips and eagerly took his paws off his two fanboys to accept the fine meat. He brought the plate up to muzzle, opened wide, and let the hunk of man-meat slide into his maw. He chomped down, slicing the shaft apart with his fangs. He audibly moaned while he chewed, eliciting a small cheer from his fellow hunters. Juices dribbled down his chin, and the bear simply licked them up after he gulped down his exotic meal.
To Nanuq, there was nothing like the feeling of coming home from a good hunt. Nothing in the world could compare to the feeling, and it sent a chill down his spine. He hugged his two fanboys close, and hooted into the sky. The celebration had only just begun.
The End