{"sf1_id":678101,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Food Chain Exposition 2 (Re-upload)","author":"Epic Quest","words":2526,"posted_at":"2014-03-10T06:32:00.000Z","tags":["Female","Rat","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/678101-food-chain-exposition-2-re-upload","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/678101","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=678101\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Most people would have to wait through hours on end for\nairport security clearance, which is probably why they insisted you\ncome to your flight 3 or 4 hours early so you'd be cleared out before it\narrived. I soon learned those participating in blood sports didn't have\nto deal with that bull shit!As soon as I showed my ticket to\nthe check in station, they waved me right through. The only security\nthey had was a metal detector and a guard, but other than that, I wasn't\nforced to take an X-ray or answer any questions about my luggage, not\nthat I had any.I was a bit surprised at how few people were\ntaking the flight, but then I remembered that this was only one airport\nout of many that dotted the world. Blood sports often had a caste\nnumbering in the hundreds in order to make a full season, and the idea\nof them getting all those volunteers from one place was pretty silly.I\nfound a hallway labeled Food Chain which indicated it was my designated\nflight and saw 5 other people grouped together waiting to board. Well\nat least I'm not the only member from around here that's competing! As I\napproached them, they noticed me and waved in greeting, apparently\nhappy to see another participant.\n \"Welcome to the group!\"\nsaid the tallest member, a male who looked to be of Native American\ndescent. His hair was dark black and cut short in spiky tufts. \"I'm\nAdrian and these are Heather, Jake, Kimberlee, and Rebecca.\" he\nintroduced the others.Adrian stood at what I guessed at being\n6'0 tall, clearly an older man. He was also in better shape than the\nothers, with his bright red T-shirt and dark brown cargo pants hugging\ntightly to his muscled body.\"Thanks, my name's Christopher.\"\nI introduced myself as I looked over the rest of the group. It probably\nwouldn't matter if I memorized their appearances, none of us would be\nkeeping them after the game started, but it might be fun to see how much\nthey changed after they were spliced.Jake was like me, an\nout of shape individual who wouldn't last 2 hours in the competition\nwithout heavy body modifications. An African American boy who was\nprobably 50 lbs heavier than I was! Not to mention he was also a tad\nshorter, being just under 5 feet tall. I could tell by the look on his\nface that he was as eager for a quick fix to his weight problem as I\nwas. He wore some baggy green sweatpants and matching shirt, the elastic\nsuit apparently being one of the few garments that could fit him.\n \"Now\nwe have a balanced male to female ratio.\" said Heather, who I turned my\nattention to next. Heather was a punk, plane and simple. She didn't\neven try to hide the stereotypical look, and it may sound insulting to\ngive the following description. She was also another Caucasian like me.Her\nhair had been styled into a spike shaped mohawk growing 4 inches long\nand dyed with purple tips, while the rest of her head was shaved bald. A\nfishnet suit adorned her arms, legs, and torso while a shredded black\ntank top and matching black jeans were worn over it. She had a spiked\ndog collar, along with spiked bracelets and black combat boots. Although\nshe was short, standing only about 5'3 without the mohawk, it was clear\nby her physical build that she was in fighting condition. her stomach\nwas well toned, as were her arms and legs, which the tight fishnets\naccentuated.Next my attention turned to Kimberlee who\nalso appeared to be cannon fodder, but wasn't overweight like me and\nJake. Rather instead, she was a nerdy girl, and a cute one at that.\nJudging by her look, it was clear she was Asian, but I'm terrible with\nrecognizing their different ethnicity. Since she had an American name,\nhowever, I could only assume she was born and raised in the USA. Her\nhair was a dusty brown and kept tied in a braid reaching down to her\nshoulders. She had a white T-shirt and a black skirt, along with some\nwhite stockings and black shows, clearly wanting to go for a uniform\nlook. She was the smallest of us, standing around 4'5 in height which\nwas odd considering the age of consent should have been much taller. She\nalso appeared skittish, fidgeting around in anticipation of anxiety,\nwhich made me question if she really was a volunteer or not.It\nwasn't something we hadn't seen before. Some people thought the blood\nsports were a way to quickly solve their real life problems. The prize\nmoney and the fame for winning a blood sport put the lottery itself to\nshame. Most, however, never lived long enough to see their dreams come\ntrue. The companies also continued to use convicted criminals when they\ndidn't have enough willing volunteers.\n Finally on the list\nwas Rebecca who seemed to be the most average of our group. Nothing\nreally stood out about her. She had bright blond hair reaching past her\nshoulders, stood around my height and was yet another Caucasian. She was\ndressed in a pair of blue jeans and a blue tank top with a low cut\njacket over it.\"So you're a fan of the show, or are you\njust in it for the money?\" Rebecca asked me straight out of the blue. It\ntook me a moment to realize what she was asking before I answered.\"It's\nmy favorite show.\" I answered, \"I've watched all 8 seasons. Even own\nthe first six!\" I bragged. Rebecca seemed impressed by my declaration,\nand even a little humbled.\"I only own the first season.\" she\nreplied, \"I didn't start watching the show until half way through the\n7th, and got hooked.\" she explained before turning to the others and\npointing. \"Fan, fan, money, fitness training.\" she listed off as she\npointed to Adrian, Heather, Kimberlee, and Jake in that order.\"Well\nnice to see we got that out of the way.\" Adrian spoke up, \"our flight's\nboarding now.\" he said, pointing down the hallway as we turned to see a\nplane with the wood Food Chain painted on the side pulling up  to the\nrunway.\n \"Blood Sport: Food Chain is now boarding!\" a voice said on the speaker system, and we began to hurry towards our plane.----------------------------------------------------As\nthere were so few of us, we all managed to get a first class trip to\nthe company. We also noticed the seats were shaped in circular booths,\nas opposed to rows of two. This allows us to all sit together and\ndiscuss the show.\"So you've clearly got the most experience\nwith the show, Christopher.\" Jake said, \"Why not clue the rest of us in\non the rules?\" he asked.I had learned that Adrian had only\nstarted watching the show back in season 6, and Heather only started in\nseason 8. That meant I had the most experience with the show and so they\nwere looking to me for tips and tricks on how to win.\"Well...\"\nI said, \"The rules are very simple. You have to survive  until the\nseason finale, or until you are the last survivor. Then you have to race\nto the safety zone in order to win the game.\" I explained the basics.\"\nYou are not allowed any food, shelter, weapons, or clothing going in.\nYou have to craft all that stuff on the island, so it pays to have some\nforaging and survival training.\" I explained. I gave them a moment as\nthey were paying attention before continuing.\n \"There are no\nrules on how you manage to survive. You're life is on the line, and so\nany strategy you have at your disposal is fair game. You can try to\nsurvive alone if you're skilled enough, but most decide to form Tribes.\nThey pool their resources together to try and make it through the\nseason. They often have a longer life expectancy than the lone\ntravelers.\" I said, chuckling at the end.\"Oh, and one\nmore thing I should mention.\" I said, catching their attention again,\n\"The only social laws in Food Chain are the ones you place upon\nyourselves. It's completely uncensored and unedited for TV. Everything\nfrom public nudity, torture, and even rape are all permitted.\" I said\nwith a grin. Suddenly a memory of one of the earlier seasons came to me,\nand I began to tell the tale.\"I remember back in season 3, a\ntribe of about 10 furries built their own village.\" I started, \"Anyone\nwho wanted to take shelter with them had to become their sex slaves,\nwhich was a really great show for about three weeks.\" I explained before\npausing, getting various looks of interest or surprise from the others.\n \"Then\none day they were having one of their routine orgies and a Hunter\nlocates them by the smell.\" I said, leaning forward in my seat. \"Before\nthey know what hit them, this 10 foot tall white tigress jumps over\ntheir walls, lands in the center of the orgy, and starts tearing\neveryone to shreds!\" I laughed, finishing the story.\"How\ncould they allow that?\" Kimberlee asked, clearly shocked by the\nrevelation that such debauchery was acceptable on national television.\"Hey\nit's a blood sport!\" Heather exclaimed, \"If you're going to die\nhorribly, you may as well put on a good show and have some fun!\" she\nlaughed\"So there you have it.\" I explained, \"Other than the\nbasic rules, it's anything goes, so don't hold back because of honor or\nshame. The island is filled with death traps, and if you don't take an\nopportunity to survive, you will get eaten.\"We continued to\ndiscuss the show in more detail so that Jake and Kimberlee could know\nwhat they were getting themselves into. I decided not to tell them that\nfor 5 seasons in a row nobody had won the game. I don't think Kimberlee\nwould have been able to handle that information, she already looked\nnervous enough about the situation.\n -------------------------------------------As\nour flight landed, I realized by looking out the window that we weren't\nbeing dropped directly on the island. Instead, there appears to be a\nsmaller island which housed a large broadcast facility on its surface.\nThe main island was enormous, however. If I had to guess, I'd say it was\nprobably 20 miles in radius and covered in a dense jungle. It would be\nvery easy to get lost in there.As we landed on the broadcast\nrunway, we were greeted to the sight of a bald headed man dressed in a\nfancy black suit and red tie standing next to some sort of machine with a\nmetal clasp attached to an arm rest. I could see needles sticking\ninside and knew immediately that this would be where we got spliced.\"Welcome\nto Food Chain.\" The man said in a deep voice, \"This machine will splice\nyour DNA with that of an animal, as well as enhance your physical\nattributes.\" he explained, \"To keep the competition fair and balanced,\nthe machine picks your animal at complete random.\" he went onto explain.\n \"What\nabout the Hunters?\" I asked, \"How are they chosen?\" it was only just\nnow that I realized I had never actually learned how the selection\nprocess began. Every time the show started, it always took place after\neveryone was Spliced and placed upon the island. I had no idea the\nanimals were randomly determined until just now!\"The machine\nwill flash green if you are selected to become a Hunter.\" the man\nexplained, \"Those who are regular participants will flash red. Place\nyour hand on the scanner and we'll see what fate awaits you.\" he\ninstructed. \"Oh and if you please strip off your clothes, the\ntransformations rarely accommodate such attire.\" he warned.\"Let's\ndo this, bitches!\" Heather cheered, eager to get started as she\nstrolled up to the machine and placed her hand on the scanner. She was\nalready stripping off her shorts and shirt as she approached, leaving\nher very exposed form hidden only by the fishnets. A light flashed under\nher palm before a red bulb dinged on top of the machine. A monitor rose\nout of the top and a rapid cycle of animals flashed across the screen.\nFinally, it stopped, showing the animal that was selected for Heather.\n \"Oh\nfuck you, too!\" Heather commented as she stuck her arm inside the\nstrap. The machine displayed the image of a street rat, and within\nmoments of her arm being secured, the needles came down and stabbed into\nher arm, making her flinch despite her punk attitude.I saw a\npurple solution being pumped into her body from 3 separate needles and\nwhen they were empty, the syringed retreated and a disinfectant spray\nwas blasted to clean the wounds and the injectors.Pulling\nher arm back and massaging the injection marks, Heather suddenly doubled\nover, clutching at her arm, catching the rest of us by surprise. I had\nnever seen a splicing take place before and didn't know what to expect.Heather's\narm started to change first as the transformation slowly crept over her\nbody as if it were being pumped through her blood. Her fingernails\nbegan to lengthen into a set of claws, the flesh of her hand turning a\nbright pink and gray fur sprouted along her arm. Her muscles expanded,\ncausing the tight fishnets to pop and tear from the strain. As the\nchange spread fully across her arm, it began to creep over her chest and\nup her neck, soon following her face.Heather's face began to\nbulge out and distort, changing from a human's face into a very large\nrat's head. her ears became rounder and broader, migrating to the top of\nher head, and she developed a pair of buck teeth. A set of whiskers\ngrew out of her upper lip, and her hair lengthened and turned the same\ngray as her fur. Her body continued to expand in muscle wherever the\nchange spread, destroying more of what constituted as clothing for her.\nAs it spread across her chest, her breasts increased in size, causing\nthe fishnets to tear free, revealing her fully exposed tits before they\nwere engulfed in her rapidly growing fur. The change soon began to\nspread down her other arm, and down her abdomen, working its way to her\nlegs.\n When it reached the lower back, she yelped and clutched at\nher ass, and I already knew why, she was starting to grow a tail, which\nquickly sprouted outward. The pink, scaley appendage was roughly 4 feet\nlong and snaked about in the air as she struggled to control the brand\nnew appendage with her brain.Her feet were the last things to\nchange, expanding into a set of digitigate paws, her boots exploded into\na series of leather straps, unable to hold back their increased size.\nBy the time the transformation was over, Heather was completely naked,\nand 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."}