Blood Tapes 1
I'm not sure what to say. First story on here, never really though I'd publish anything but I need the practice. You can't really get to this story without knowing what is in it but I should warn people anyway. This story contains non-consensual sex between a fur and an animal as well as hard vore (ripping and chewing). You are free to distribute this story as long as you credit me, do not alter it.
Blood Tapes 1
Down a road without a street sign, in an unmarked warehouse with brown metal siding, there is a studio that does not exist. One that certainly doesn't produce videos of extremely violent killings, or sell those videos online to a small portion of the morphic community that, while civilized, still finds the image of a goat running across a field only to be taken down by a fox and devoured exciting and reminiscent of more primal days. And the name of that studio that doesn't exist is certainly not Blood Tapes.
Mara sighed softly, sitting back in her chair at the small circular table in the break room. While no longer young at 32 years of age the half lion half tiger could still drop jaws. Even at this moment, sipping a cup of coffee in nothing more than a white terry-cloth bathrobe. She hated early morning shoots, even more so when they dragged her out of a warm bed because one of the new producers, a idiot in her book, decided that a double release would be better than spreading the videos out over a few weeks time. To make maters worse her partner for the shoot was having a panic attack. "I need another job." She spoke out loud but not to anyone in particular, at the early hour of 8 am not many were in the studio yet. And in truth she would never quit this job it excited her too much. The thrill of running after something truly alive, tasting real meat, when everyone else in the world was eating that synthetic, chemically produced crap.
A loud buzz went over the speakers in the corner of the room. A light bubbly voice, one you would normally associate with a cheerleader, following the loud buzzing noise. "Mara, were ready for you whenever ya finish your coffee." The voice was of a cheetah named Shara; she was the one doing the filming today. With a bit of a sigh she considered pretending she didn't hear the call, or that she burned her tongue on the coffee and so needed a day to get her sense of taste working right. But in the end, with the Styrofoam cup empty, and the light tingling buzz of the caffeine starting to take hold she stood up and pulled open the door out into the hall way, nodding to one of the sound check guys, Ryan she though his name was, but not positive about it she saved face by giving him a simple "Morn" on her way past him to the filming room.
Ordinarily filming would take place in a field the studio owned or in some other remote location where the actors could run and make the chase real, today however was a different story. In studio filming was rare, mostly cause of the mess and effort needed to clean up between them, but there wasn't really a choice this time, the damn car that the studio used to transport actors and gear had a cracked axel and the repair parts hadn't come in yet. And so with a slight flick of her ears and a twitch of her tail Mara pushed open the door to studio 4.
Inside the studio Mara took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself. Studio 4 or The Cell as it was often called, was a simple room, Cement floor with a drain in the center of it, white washed walls, no real decorations or furniture. Off screen though, behind the camera line there was plenty, a breakfast bar set up. Mara considered helping herself to another cup of coffee but not wanting to be jittery later she simply took up a seat near the cameras. Fidgeting nervously she gave Shara a bit of a wave, the cheetah looked good, simple tank top and blue jean shorts cut high on her long legs, the girls bust wasn't as big as Mara's but then again big isn't always better.
Aware of her nudity under her robe now that she'd gotten a glimpse of that lean cheetah Mara could not help herself. Purring softly as she closed her eyes, one hand stroking her chest through the robe, she knew she was being watched but it wasn't an unusual sight in a place like this to see a woman caressing her own body. Many would simply shrug it off as an actress preparing herself for a scene. Only Mara was actually aware of her spotted daydream. Finally relaxing and feeling a bit more in the mood, her stomach rumbling from the smell of the breakfast food and the fact that she hadn't yet eaten. Her relaxed state of mind almost describable as floaty, when suddenly the clank of metal brought her to full attention.
Continuing to purr even after the end of her daydream she smiled brightly, this is why she was here. There on the floor, in chains and still looking upset and nervous sat a gazelle. The girl new what was going to happen to her, non-carnivores were hired for only one purpose, and they never saw a check for there performance, but there families would. Mara licked her lips, the growling in her stomach all the louder as she stood up, pulling the knot on the bathrobe and letting it drop. The ligers tail swishing a bit as she walks past the camera's hearing the click and the light buzz of electronics as the filming began. Purring loudly she approached the slight form of her pray. Mara's and the gazelle's bodies were at almost completely opposed ends of the spectrum. Mara, gifted with a bust well enough to fill anything out well, the larger of the two, slightly broad of build, a strong body for fighting and pining struggling meals, her orange yellow fur patterned with her fathers black stripes. The gazelle how ever was small and slight, small of build her breasts were barely there but that's not really what Mara was eyeing hungrily. The gazelle, Mara never got the names of her co-stars things like that made what she did hard, was just now coming out of her panicked state, her horns had been removed, just in case.
With a soft relaxing coo Mara sat herself down on the floor next to the gazelle. Gently she stroked her hands along the frightened girls cheek, cooing at her and kissing away the tears that were still upon the tawny hide. The liger, gently, pushing her co-stars shoulders laying her back down upon the hard cement. Her tail flicking from side to side as she kissed the girl on the lips, her broad flat tongue invading the gazelles mouth, the sandpapery surface rubbing over the soft smooth one of the gazelles tongue. Breaking the kiss to draw breath Mara smiled seeing the woman under her looking a bit calmer. Gently the half-breed started licking her way down the gazelle's body. Grinding her tongue, and pricking her sharp teeth against the woman's neck, happy to hear the gazelle murr a soft little sigh of nervous anticipation.
The woman's murr turned to a soft gasping. Mara's tough tongue stroking around one nipple then the other, watching the small mounds of flesh rise up, her sandpaper tongue scraping them clean as she lapped and sucked on them. Her hand trailing down the gazelle's stomach hesitating there for a moment, claws aching to dig in before her hand continued down. Stroking a hip slowly, chains rattling a bit as the gazelle's legs spread and her back arched. Mara's questing finger, seeking out that tight entrance. Her fingers stroking and teaseling the nub of the woman's clit, her own opening slick and wet, her scent of desire strong in the air. Her fingers stroke that soft entrance for what must of felt like an hour to the gazelle. Finally a single digit broke the pattern, slipping in slowly, the felines hand pushing slightly as that one lone digit curled within the bound female, curving and teasing. At the same time the roughness to which she treated the gazelles breasts increased. Little nips turning to bites, sharp teeth pinching nipples but not breaking the skin. The gazelles hips rolling and arching, her moans echoing loudly around the room. Every one had noticed now and they were all watching, every one of them, and it was them Mara looked up and smiled at though to the camera and those watching the video this would eventually become, it looked as if she was smiling at them. And then as the gazelles body arched, her eyes rolling as she pants, wetly climaxing around the felines one moving finger, Mara's smile faded, her lips pulling back to reveled her sharply curved teeth. With a snarl and an almost audible slicing of flesh her claws extended, one deep inside the gazelle. There on her lower stomach a little pinprick of blood, the camera zooming in on it, just a bit of claw visible before Mara pulled her hand away. At the stab of pain the gazelle had panicked again, her body reacting natural just as she would of if she was a simple animal on the plains, and so did Mara. One hand came down on the gazelles throat, pressing down on the wind pipe to limit her breathing and slow the woman's movements, the other takes to the hip digging in claws to ensure her hold stays true despite the bucking.
The gazelle's stomach, bright white, flexes and rolls as she struggles. Closing her eyes and moaning loudly Mara's head descends. Vicious curved fangs digging like twin knives into that beautiful white plain. Blood pooling out around them as she drags her head back. The gazelles scream bouncing around the room as Mara's teeth rip back the skin, reveling to the camera the gazelles pulsing insides, blood already welling up and overflowing. Her muzzle already bloody Mara digs it in. There on her first bite the stomach opens up to her and she can taste the gazelles sweet insides, flavored just slightly with the bitter bite of stomach acid. Her muzzle digging around past the stomach there she finds what she was hunting for. Clamping her muzzle around the organ she pulls her head back, a soft ripping sound barely audible, drowned out by the gurgled screams of the gazelle, sounds loud to Mara as she pulls her head out of the hole she had made, a good portion of the woman's liver in her muzzle, with a snap and a chomp she swallows the meat whole, her stomach rumbling a s a deep purr resonates within her chest. Biting at the whole she had made she widens it, her muzzle dipping back in nipping and biting at various organs, taking small mouthfuls and swallowing them. Her hands leave the gazelles body as shock and blood loss start to set in, ending the woman's struggles. One hand pulls out a length of intestines and she drapes it about her neck while the other plunges deep into the body. It could be seen moving about under the skin and then grasping something there is a loud ripping sound as a torrent of blood spills out of the gazelle's neathers. Lifting her hand free of the dieing woman she shows the camera the gazelle's womb before biting into it, viciously devouring ever scrap of it. Seeing the camera turn from her for a moment to get a close up of the gazelles face Mara's bloody hand sinks to her own neathers. Panting and purring softly as she quickly penetrates her self her hand pumping, the soft slick fingers sliding in and out of her own needful opening. But soon enough the camera leaves the gazelles face and her fingers must abandon there quest to bring her pleasure. The cheetah, Shara, Mara's eyes gazing longingly at the spotted and strong body, waving and shouting something. Her blood fogged mind unable to even comprehend language but the gesture that follows she does understand.
Once more the camera holds her in its view and the dieing, nearly gone gazelle twitches and moans feebly, Mara's blood spiked muzzle opening wide, her reddened teeth tracing slowly over the gazelles throat before she bites down. A sickening loud crack and a pop accompany her teeth scissoring through the gazelles neck as the woman's eyes go wide, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to draw breath through a tube that is no longer connected and then with a soft wheeze she expires.
The lights come up, the camera clicks once as it stops recording, there's a moment of silence before loud applause fills the room. Looking around and smiling a bit slowly Mara begins to regain her awareness, her self. Her own body complaining loudly about her need for release. Standing, slightly wobbly she smiles lightly at Shara, leavening the bathrobe she came in with, she stumbles out the studio door, her stomach full as she heads, blood soaked and nude, for the showers. Leavening the body of her co-star to be dealt with by others.
End
You can't really get to this story without knowing what is in it but I should warn people anyway. This story contains non-consensual sex between a fur and an animal as well as hard vore (ripping and chewing). You are free to distribute this story as long as you credit me, do not alter it. So what you think? If you read it this far please leave a comment, even if its nothing more than good job or a smiley face. At least this way I know someone read it. Everyone is different and everyone is entitled to what they like. Please don't bother with comments about grammar/spelling I am aware neither of which is perfect and honestly if you expect it you really are in the wrong place.