{"sf1_id":439,"sf2_id":"bebW2vwm","title":"Hunger","author":"SwampRat","words":1791,"posted_at":"2003-04-06T19:22:00.000Z","tags":["M/M","NC","Skunk","Snuff","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/439-hunger","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebW2vwm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=439\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"HUNGER.TXT - M/M, NC, Snuff - September 13, 1999  \nby SwampRat  \n(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association  \nI have a fur e-mailing me who wants More hardcore.. I am thinking of a  \nstarvation scene.. 2 prisoners are thrown in a cell and not fed. Whoever eats  \nthe other gets to live a while longer.. Nasty but effective.  \n  \n=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  \n  \nThe Skunk was tossed in a cell, grunting as he hears the door slam shut and  \nlocking. Thom pounded on the door. \"You fucks! Let me out of here!\" He banged  \non the wood until his black hand was sore then went and sat on the stone shelf  \nthat served as a bed, wincing as his butt was still tender from the probing it  \nhad been given. \"What the hell do they expect a guy to hide in his Ass?\" He  \ngrumbled to himself.. Then glanced over at the other prisoner - and spat on the  \nfloor. \"Just fuckin great!\"  \nThe skink regarded his adversary, not saying anything.. He lifted a scaled leg,  \nputting his foot on the stone, turning a little so his leathery cock and balls  \nwere plainly visible, an obvious invitation for sex - Or in body language, 'Fuck  \nYou.' He got up and drank from a basin in the wall, then went to the hole that  \nwas the toilet and urinated, making sure he was facing the skunk. Thom snorted  \nbut half-watched, noting the male was built pretty well. How could anyone Stand  \nto walk around naked like that.. His dick was properly kept in his sheath not  \ndisplayed..  \nThere was no fur around His nuts either and he scratched them, eyes  \nhalf-closed.. Been a while since he last shagged a wench, and it was beginning  \nto tell - His scratching turned to rubbing, feeling how full they were. Damn..  \nHe might have to jerk-off in a few days if this kept up.. Hissed laughter made  \nhim sit up. \"You Queer?\" the skink said in the stilted way that reptiles  \ntalked. \"What the hell makes you think I am a Fucking Queer, Lizard?\"  \n\"You look at me and you play with yourself..\" The mephit just snorted in reply  \nand turned away.  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nThom awoke to a growling stomach.. He got up, pissed in the hole and then  \npounded in the door again. \"Hey! When do we get fed around here?\"  \nSilence..\"Hey!\" No one came to so much as growl at him...  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nThe skunk was back in the tavern he had been picked up in.. That sexy female  \nwench with the big chest was kneeling over him, licking his erection..\"Oh  \nYess..\" He panted, feeling her hands on his nuts, making his stiffen and blow  \nhard into her muzzle.. Strokes and strong sucking kept it coming until his  \nballs were emptied, and he could only moan and beg her not to lick on the  \nsensitive tip.. Coming out of his slumber he found part of his dream was true..  \nThe skink was lapping at his dick with a blue tongue, keeping it hard. \"What  \nthe..?\" Jeweled fingers rubbed his nuts as he jerked each time the lapping  \norgan ran across the tip of his maleness.  \n\"Stop that, you gods-be-damnded faggot!\" Hissed laughter as fingers wrapped  \naround the base of his dick, pulling upwards to strip him. \"You not say that  \nearlier..\" Then Sharp teeth bit into his cock-head and he screeched, being  \nsucked dry.. The skink licked his cock one last time then went to drink and sit  \nin a corner, there being only 1 shelf.  \nThom sat up weakly and rubbed his aching crotch, cock-head bruised purple from  \nthe bite.. he staggered over to the basin and drank, somehow managed to urinate  \nand collapse back on the stone bench. He couldn't deny it Had felt good.. Very  \ngood. Too Good.. \"You touch me again and I will Kill you, Damn Faggot Lizard.\"  \nThey could keep him a Year and he wouldn't turn into a cock-loving fairy!  \nThe skunk fell into a fitful sleep, sometimes thinking he felt hands on him, or  \na thin-lipped mouth, but he couldn't be sure...  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nThom woke feeling more tired than he could ever remember being.. He could  \nbarely get up and stagger over to the basin to drink.. 'Damn, I'm Hungry.. I  \ncould eat a Horse - Or a faggot lizard.' He looked over as his cell-mate,  \nthinking if he had a fire and a knife he would be eating skink-steak..  \nThen one eye pierced him and he jerked at the thought that the tables could be  \nturned... His cock throbbed as he remembered the bite. 'Oh Shit..' He lurched  \nback to the shelf, and kept a weary eye on the other male, ready to fight if it  \ncame to it.. \"Got to stay awake..\" He whispered to himself, fighting the  \ncreeping lethargy, the desire to close his eyes for Just a Little While. he  \nheard movement, but couldn't even so much as protest when his nuts were jerked  \naway from his body, cock shoved roughly from it's holder and taken between soft  \nlips.. This time there was no denying the darkness.  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nThom felt like a wineskin that had been drained and left hanging.. \"Please.\" He  \ncroaked when hands gripped him, sure he couldn't take another day of being  \nsucked on. But instead of soft lips there was a hard cock that pushed into his  \nass, making him arch a little, too weak to resist. \"Who is Faggot now, Haired  \none?\" Gripping at the floor the skunk could do nothing but take the punishing  \nthrusts and rough caresses.. He felt the cock throbbing inside him as it  \nsquirted it's creamy load.. and suddenly he wanted it! It was food.. It was  \nsomething to stop the burning pain... \"Please.\" He croaked, muzzle dry.  \nThe skink pulled out and rolled him over, standing over the half-dead mammal.  \n\"What..?\" Thom lifted his hands up. \"Please..\" He opened his muzzle, hoping for  \nsome of the drops that hit his fur. The lizard hissed laughter and pointed it's  \nred cock at the male's mouth. At first nothing came.. but in a bit Thom felt  \nsomething warm and wet hitting his neck, Then his chin, Then against his lips.  \nIt was acrid and burning and he gulped the piss greedily, a part of him  \ndisgusted - and buried under the desire to live at any cost. When the pointed  \ntip came close enough he kissed it, raising his head a little to take it  \nbetween his lips, sucking on it wantonly.  \nThe male hissed as it felt the mammal work warm lips on his dick, gripping the  \nblack-and-white head, stuffing his meat in it, grinning as he felt teeth press  \non his member, but the mammal was too weak to do more than excite him and he  \nlet a second orgasm choke the skunk.. Who swallowed and sucked every last bit  \nhe could get down. But then the lizard returned the favor, flicking his long  \ntongue across the smooth balls and cock that now lay out of it's holder,  \ngulping all the spunk that could be harvested. The skunk let out a soft sigh,  \npassing from this world to the next on a wave of pleasure.  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nThe guards came and took the body away, returning with a tray of food that the  \nlizard tucked into ravenously.. The fox who had come to pronounce the prisoner  \ndead and decide how much his pelt was worth, watched in amazement. \"I don't  \nunderstand - he had a whole body here to eat, yet it isn't touched and he  \nlooked close to death himself.\" One of the guards chuckled and put the 80  \nsilver pieces in a chest. \"A few things you should know about Terrir - A. They  \ndon't like anybody who isn't a Terrir.. B. They are vegetarians..\" The fox  \nnoted the bites on the body centered around the nipples and groin area. He  \nshook his head. 'What a way to go..' And motioning to his aide to pick up the  \nsoon-to-be furpiece, walked out.  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \nA wolf, dark of fur and ragged of coat was tossed in a cell, the door clanging  \nbehind him. He snarled at it and padded over to the shelf, sitting. Feeling  \neyes on him he looked at his cell-mate.. and spat in disgust. A gods-damnded  \nLizard.. And probably Queer too. The skink sized him up expertly, taking in the  \nnicely-muscled frame, the fat balls, the big sheath. A week - 10 days at the  \nlongest.. He waited for the male to sleep, thinking of all the rich semen he  \nwould suck from that body before the hated mammal could give no more and  \nperished.  \nA warrior can kill in many ways, taking years to perfect the skilled arts. His  \nwas unusual but effective. The fact it humiliated the enemy was an added  \nbonus.. When the Wolf slept he picked a hair from the male's coat, and wove it  \nin with the other kills he had made. A single scale glittered in the middle of  \nthe patch for when he was overcome and his trophy was given to the victor.  \nHaving finished the work he went to the slumbering male, who was on his belly,  \nand ran clawed fingers through the butt-fur.. Softly at first, then harder as  \nthe Wolf moaned a name and pushed his hips up, a rock-hard canine cock jutting  \nfrom it's holder. A blue tongue flicked over it, gathering the flavors it would  \ncome to know well. Fingers gripped the ball-sack as lips slid around the  \ndripping head, making the wolf pant and thrust and Howl as he exploded into a  \nsnout expert at making cocks hard and balls empty.  \nHe licked the throbbing member, feeling how much was left in the testicles that  \ncould be gotten before they had to rest. If one eats a Churrel to the ground,  \nit dies.. If one eats a Churrel half-way, it lives but grows stunted.. If one  \neats a Churrel slowly, a few leaves at a time, the plant is happy and the  \nTerrir are happy. He starts bobbing his head on the cock, sucking at it,  \nfingers working the balls on their grip until a second, more ragged howl splits  \nthe air and nothing more can be gotten.. For the time being.  \nThe skink goes to the basin and drinks, washing down the fluid that will keep  \nhim alive for - He runs his tongue around his lips, swallowing - Maybe 10 days.  \nThe challenge appeals to him as he sits on the corner, napping, conserving  \nenergy until it is again time to harvest more semen from the male.  \nThe End - For now.  \n  \n\n"}