{"sf1_id":76795,"sf2_id":"q1xzj0ym","title":"The Chase","author":"Gratcat","words":917,"posted_at":"2009-02-12T02:23:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Demon","Hermaphrodite","Other/Herm","Rape","Snuff","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/76795-the-chase","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xzj0ym","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=76795\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Dropples","content":"The Chase  \n  \nA Dropple (Topics: Death, Torture, Transformation)  \n  \nBy Gratcat  \n  \n(Author's Note: Yet another dropple! Hooray! This one  \nwas written while I was feeling like crap over the last  \nfew weeks. So, dark. Very dark. Story contains demon  \nsex, death, fear, torture, and rape. No likie, no  \nready. Don't worry, I promise that my next effort will be  \na little bit... lighter... in content. Nothing like this, anyway.)  \n  \n  \nI ran down the cooridoor, hoping that I was closing in  \non anywhere I could hide. The flourescent lighting  \nflickered above me, half the bulbs broken, and I  \nrounded a corner into a cluster of cubicles, mostly  \ndarkened.  \n  \nI died six hours ago. Hell was an endless, condemned  \noffice building.  \n  \nMaybe there was more to it than that. I hoped so.  \nI huddled beneath a desk, in a cubicle that had its  \nback partition removed. Shelter of a sort, with an exit  \nroute. Maybe I could sleep here.  \n  \nI pulled my tail over my face, and tried to breathe  \nquietly. Maybe they wouldn't hear me down here.  \nI heard nothing. Silence. A buzzing of the lights  \nabove.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then a clicking. My eyes widened. Nails on the floor.  \n  \nThen nothing again.  \n  \nA spike of black slammed into the ground right by my  \nhead, and I ran, screaming. I could hear them behind  \nme, screeching and hissing.  \n  \nDown another hallway. There was a wall in front of me,  \nsmeared with some dark material, where someone had  \ntried to write something in a language I didn't know.  \n  \nChairs. Tables. Partial walls and a broken glass  \nbarrier around what was a conference room. No windows  \nanywhere. No doors. No escape. I had let myself be  \nherded into a dead end.  \n  \nI swiveled and was immediately tackled. Claws pierced  \nmy hands and shoulders, sticking me to the ground. I  \nscreamed in agony and thrashed out, trying to knock my  \nassailant away. The demoness, however, was not going to  \nbe dissuaded that easily. All twenty of her fingernails  \nsnapped off with loud cracking noises, leaving my upper  \nhalf nailed to the floor, as she ran four leathery  \nhands over my body. Two grasped each of my legs, and  \nshe pulled up. Both my knees shattered like sticks of  \nchalk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I remember hearing my screams, but I don't remember  \nscreaming. I don't remember when my legs came off,  \neither. I stared down at her, my bowels voiding  \nthemselves, as she stood over me, towering over my  \nbroken body. Four powerful arms, and as many large,  \nhefty breasts, tipped with white nipples. A long,  \nbarbed cock jutted from her loins, and a tail tipped  \nwith a large hook wrapped around, the blade running up  \nmy stomach.  \n  \nI think I was still screaming as the hook caught my  \nshoulder. I know that I was as it took my other,  \nleaving me a pillow-sized remnant of what I was. I  \ndon't even remember it taking my tail, but somewhere  \nabout then, it did.  \n  \nShe raised the hook to my lips, and whispered one word.  \n\"Clean it.\" It was covered in my gore, and more than a  \nlittle of other fluids, but I complied. I had stopped  \nscreaming by then, but I still felt like I should be...  \n  \nI just couldn't manage to do anything other than obey  \nher commands. My tongue ran along the blade, cleaning  \nthe blood off until I cut it, and started making the  \nmess worse. Then the hook suddenly lanced down, cutting  \nme from groin to breasts, my guts falling out as it  \nlifted me. Her hands gripped my tits as she slammed me  \ndown onto her cock, skewering me in a single thrust. I  \ncould see the shaft plowing into my womb, over and over  \nagain, the fleshy nodule popping out of my wound and  \ninto the air with every thrust. Then it pierced my  \norgan, jutting out into the air as it came... again,  \nand again, and again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She lifted me up and threw me to the ground, and it was  \nabout then that I noticed that the cum was black, more  \nlike tar than semen.  \n  \nI didn't notice the puddles of seed seeping up to the  \nstumps where my limbs were, inflating and swelling,  \ngrowing to match what was there before. I didn't even  \nnotice the seed flowing into my wound, replacing all my  \nold innards, pressing the old out.  \n  \nI did notice the huntress standing over me, stroking  \nher eternally-hard cock as she pissed on my body. I  \ncould feel no pain anymore, just a deep humiliation and  \nexhaustion, and so I didn't recognize the fact that  \nwhile I understood the words, they were in a language I  \nnever knew before.  \n  \n\"You are mine, sister. Go, torment and seduce, and when  \nyou are full of the lusts of mortals, return that I may  \ndevour them from you.\"  \n  \nNow... now I lay here, black-limbed and cold inside, a  \ndisgusting patchwork of once-living fur and dark,  \nunnatural cosmic slag. The hunger has overtaken me. I  \ncan barely remember anything besides it; I know I am  \ndead, I know I am damned, but I cannot remember any of  \nmy life anymore, not even my true name. I only know  \nthat I must feed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; (Afterword: I'm about to get a new e-mail... in the meantime, I can be reached at my FA page via private message... unrelated tangent here: should Yiffstar have a short story/poetry category, filterable, that allows submissions of less than 5000 characters? I leave the question to you!)  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Dropples","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/64130-the-slave-s-tale-chapters-1-and-2.json"}}