Food Chain Exposition 2 (Re-upload)

Story by Epic Quest on SoFurry

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Most people would have to wait through hours on end for

airport security clearance, which is probably why they insisted you

come to your flight 3 or 4 hours early so you'd be cleared out before it

arrived. I soon learned those participating in blood sports didn't have

to deal with that bull shit!As soon as I showed my ticket to

the check in station, they waved me right through. The only security

they had was a metal detector and a guard, but other than that, I wasn't

forced to take an X-ray or answer any questions about my luggage, not

that I had any.I was a bit surprised at how few people were

taking the flight, but then I remembered that this was only one airport

out of many that dotted the world. Blood sports often had a caste

numbering in the hundreds in order to make a full season, and the idea

of them getting all those volunteers from one place was pretty silly.I

found a hallway labeled Food Chain which indicated it was my designated

flight and saw 5 other people grouped together waiting to board. Well

at least I'm not the only member from around here that's competing! As I

approached them, they noticed me and waved in greeting, apparently

happy to see another participant.

 "Welcome to the group!"

said the tallest member, a male who looked to be of Native American

descent. His hair was dark black and cut short in spiky tufts. "I'm

Adrian and these are Heather, Jake, Kimberlee, and Rebecca." he

introduced the others.Adrian stood at what I guessed at being

6'0 tall, clearly an older man. He was also in better shape than the

others, with his bright red T-shirt and dark brown cargo pants hugging

tightly to his muscled body."Thanks, my name's Christopher."

I introduced myself as I looked over the rest of the group. It probably

wouldn't matter if I memorized their appearances, none of us would be

keeping them after the game started, but it might be fun to see how much

they changed after they were spliced.Jake was like me, an

out of shape individual who wouldn't last 2 hours in the competition

without heavy body modifications. An African American boy who was

probably 50 lbs heavier than I was! Not to mention he was also a tad

shorter, being just under 5 feet tall. I could tell by the look on his

face that he was as eager for a quick fix to his weight problem as I

was. He wore some baggy green sweatpants and matching shirt, the elastic

suit apparently being one of the few garments that could fit him.

 "Now

we have a balanced male to female ratio." said Heather, who I turned my

attention to next. Heather was a punk, plane and simple. She didn't

even try to hide the stereotypical look, and it may sound insulting to

give the following description. She was also another Caucasian like me.Her

hair had been styled into a spike shaped mohawk growing 4 inches long

and dyed with purple tips, while the rest of her head was shaved bald. A

fishnet suit adorned her arms, legs, and torso while a shredded black

tank top and matching black jeans were worn over it. She had a spiked

dog collar, along with spiked bracelets and black combat boots. Although

she was short, standing only about 5'3 without the mohawk, it was clear

by her physical build that she was in fighting condition. her stomach

was well toned, as were her arms and legs, which the tight fishnets

accentuated.Next my attention turned to Kimberlee who

also appeared to be cannon fodder, but wasn't overweight like me and

Jake. Rather instead, she was a nerdy girl, and a cute one at that.

Judging by her look, it was clear she was Asian, but I'm terrible with

recognizing their different ethnicity. Since she had an American name,

however, I could only assume she was born and raised in the USA. Her

hair was a dusty brown and kept tied in a braid reaching down to her

shoulders. She had a white T-shirt and a black skirt, along with some

white stockings and black shows, clearly wanting to go for a uniform

look. She was the smallest of us, standing around 4'5 in height which

was odd considering the age of consent should have been much taller. She

also appeared skittish, fidgeting around in anticipation of anxiety,

which made me question if she really was a volunteer or not.It

wasn't something we hadn't seen before. Some people thought the blood

sports were a way to quickly solve their real life problems. The prize

money and the fame for winning a blood sport put the lottery itself to

shame. Most, however, never lived long enough to see their dreams come

true. The companies also continued to use convicted criminals when they

didn't have enough willing volunteers.

 Finally on the list

was Rebecca who seemed to be the most average of our group. Nothing

really stood out about her. She had bright blond hair reaching past her

shoulders, stood around my height and was yet another Caucasian. She was

dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a blue tank top with a low cut

jacket over it."So you're a fan of the show, or are you

just in it for the money?" Rebecca asked me straight out of the blue. It

took me a moment to realize what she was asking before I answered."It's

my favorite show." I answered, "I've watched all 8 seasons. Even own

the first six!" I bragged. Rebecca seemed impressed by my declaration,

and even a little humbled."I only own the first season." she

replied, "I didn't start watching the show until half way through the

7th, and got hooked." she explained before turning to the others and

pointing. "Fan, fan, money, fitness training." she listed off as she

pointed to Adrian, Heather, Kimberlee, and Jake in that order."Well

nice to see we got that out of the way." Adrian spoke up, "our flight's

boarding now." he said, pointing down the hallway as we turned to see a

plane with the wood Food Chain painted on the side pulling up  to the

runway.

 "Blood Sport: Food Chain is now boarding!" a voice said on the speaker system, and we began to hurry towards our plane.----------------------------------------------------As

there were so few of us, we all managed to get a first class trip to

the company. We also noticed the seats were shaped in circular booths,

as opposed to rows of two. This allows us to all sit together and

discuss the show."So you've clearly got the most experience

with the show, Christopher." Jake said, "Why not clue the rest of us in

on the rules?" he asked.I had learned that Adrian had only

started watching the show back in season 6, and Heather only started in

season 8. That meant I had the most experience with the show and so they

were looking to me for tips and tricks on how to win."Well..."

I said, "The rules are very simple. You have to survive  until the

season finale, or until you are the last survivor. Then you have to race

to the safety zone in order to win the game." I explained the basics."

You are not allowed any food, shelter, weapons, or clothing going in.

You have to craft all that stuff on the island, so it pays to have some

foraging and survival training." I explained. I gave them a moment as

they were paying attention before continuing.

 "There are no

rules on how you manage to survive. You're life is on the line, and so

any strategy you have at your disposal is fair game. You can try to

survive alone if you're skilled enough, but most decide to form Tribes.

They pool their resources together to try and make it through the

season. They often have a longer life expectancy than the lone

travelers." I said, chuckling at the end."Oh, and one

more thing I should mention." I said, catching their attention again,

"The only social laws in Food Chain are the ones you place upon

yourselves. It's completely uncensored and unedited for TV. Everything

from public nudity, torture, and even rape are all permitted." I said

with a grin. Suddenly a memory of one of the earlier seasons came to me,

and I began to tell the tale."I remember back in season 3, a

tribe of about 10 furries built their own village." I started, "Anyone

who wanted to take shelter with them had to become their sex slaves,

which was a really great show for about three weeks." I explained before

pausing, getting various looks of interest or surprise from the others.

 "Then

one day they were having one of their routine orgies and a Hunter

locates them by the smell." I said, leaning forward in my seat. "Before

they know what hit them, this 10 foot tall white tigress jumps over

their walls, lands in the center of the orgy, and starts tearing

everyone to shreds!" I laughed, finishing the story."How

could they allow that?" Kimberlee asked, clearly shocked by the

revelation that such debauchery was acceptable on national television."Hey

it's a blood sport!" Heather exclaimed, "If you're going to die

horribly, you may as well put on a good show and have some fun!" she

laughed"So there you have it." I explained, "Other than the

basic rules, it's anything goes, so don't hold back because of honor or

shame. The island is filled with death traps, and if you don't take an

opportunity to survive, you will get eaten."We continued to

discuss the show in more detail so that Jake and Kimberlee could know

what they were getting themselves into. I decided not to tell them that

for 5 seasons in a row nobody had won the game. I don't think Kimberlee

would have been able to handle that information, she already looked

nervous enough about the situation.

 -------------------------------------------As

our flight landed, I realized by looking out the window that we weren't

being dropped directly on the island. Instead, there appears to be a

smaller island which housed a large broadcast facility on its surface.

The main island was enormous, however. If I had to guess, I'd say it was

probably 20 miles in radius and covered in a dense jungle. It would be

very easy to get lost in there.As we landed on the broadcast

runway, we were greeted to the sight of a bald headed man dressed in a

fancy black suit and red tie standing next to some sort of machine with a

metal clasp attached to an arm rest. I could see needles sticking

inside and knew immediately that this would be where we got spliced."Welcome

to Food Chain." The man said in a deep voice, "This machine will splice

your DNA with that of an animal, as well as enhance your physical

attributes." he explained, "To keep the competition fair and balanced,

the machine picks your animal at complete random." he went onto explain.

 "What

about the Hunters?" I asked, "How are they chosen?" it was only just

now that I realized I had never actually learned how the selection

process began. Every time the show started, it always took place after

everyone was Spliced and placed upon the island. I had no idea the

animals were randomly determined until just now!"The machine

will flash green if you are selected to become a Hunter." the man

explained, "Those who are regular participants will flash red. Place

your hand on the scanner and we'll see what fate awaits you." he

instructed. "Oh and if you please strip off your clothes, the

transformations rarely accommodate such attire." he warned."Let's

do this, bitches!" Heather cheered, eager to get started as she

strolled up to the machine and placed her hand on the scanner. She was

already stripping off her shorts and shirt as she approached, leaving

her very exposed form hidden only by the fishnets. A light flashed under

her palm before a red bulb dinged on top of the machine. A monitor rose

out of the top and a rapid cycle of animals flashed across the screen.

Finally, it stopped, showing the animal that was selected for Heather.

 "Oh

fuck you, too!" Heather commented as she stuck her arm inside the

strap. The machine displayed the image of a street rat, and within

moments of her arm being secured, the needles came down and stabbed into

her arm, making her flinch despite her punk attitude.I saw a

purple solution being pumped into her body from 3 separate needles and

when they were empty, the syringed retreated and a disinfectant spray

was blasted to clean the wounds and the injectors.Pulling

her arm back and massaging the injection marks, Heather suddenly doubled

over, clutching at her arm, catching the rest of us by surprise. I had

never seen a splicing take place before and didn't know what to expect.Heather's

arm started to change first as the transformation slowly crept over her

body as if it were being pumped through her blood. Her fingernails

began to lengthen into a set of claws, the flesh of her hand turning a

bright pink and gray fur sprouted along her arm. Her muscles expanded,

causing the tight fishnets to pop and tear from the strain. As the

change spread fully across her arm, it began to creep over her chest and

up her neck, soon following her face.Heather's face began to

bulge out and distort, changing from a human's face into a very large

rat's head. her ears became rounder and broader, migrating to the top of

her head, and she developed a pair of buck teeth. A set of whiskers

grew out of her upper lip, and her hair lengthened and turned the same

gray as her fur. Her body continued to expand in muscle wherever the

change spread, destroying more of what constituted as clothing for her.

As it spread across her chest, her breasts increased in size, causing

the fishnets to tear free, revealing her fully exposed tits before they

were engulfed in her rapidly growing fur. The change soon began to

spread down her other arm, and down her abdomen, working its way to her

legs.

 When it reached the lower back, she yelped and clutched at

her ass, and I already knew why, she was starting to grow a tail, which

quickly sprouted outward. The pink, scaley appendage was roughly 4 feet

long and snaked about in the air as she struggled to control the brand

new appendage with her brain.Her feet were the last things to

change, expanding into a set of digitigate paws, her boots exploded into

a series of leather straps, unable to hold back their increased size.

By the time the transformation was over, Heather was completely naked,

and was now an anthropomorphic street rat!She knelt on the ground, panting from the shock of her transformation as we stared dumbstruck before she turned to us."Alright... pussies." she wheezed, "Who's next?"To be continued.