Parasite Stream Story 4: Hungry Parasites
WARNING! BIG FAT WARNING! DARK SNUFF STORY AHEAD! If you don't want to read someone getting eaten from the inside-out, do not proceed.
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Hungry Parasites for Nexii by Draconicon
Cruella - a nickname she had earned long ago, and one she'd taken for her own name in the industry - slowly blew out a puff of smoke as she looked over the fox 'volunteer' she had for today's session. The human woman smiled at him, adjusting her fur stole so that it lay over her chest properly, and slowly pulled herself from her chair. Her high heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked over to the naked, bound fox.
"Ah, so sad looking. Can't you give us a smile?"
"Mmph!"
"Come now. I thought you foxes were flexible. Surely a little gag like that can't stop you from smiling a bit? For me?"
Of course, he couldn't. The gag forced the fox's muzzle open, leaving an open space where she could see his tongue flicking around, trying to push the gag out. She smiled at the futile action; he really wasn't aware of the situation he'd found himself in. That was fine; the experiment could continue regardless.
Reaching into her coat, Cruella slowly pulled out a vial about the size of her finger. Inside of it were three chitinous looking things. At a glance, they looked like a mix between a lobster and a spider, all legs and long body with fangs in the front. They squirmed over each other, each one looking eager to get out of the small, stifling container, and Cruella shook it up a few times for good measure.
"I don't suppose you know what these are, do you?"
The fox shook his head, leaning away from her. He might not know, but he obviously didn't want to be near them. Perhaps he was smarter than he looked.
"These are the latest breed of a certain parasite, one that has been grown and bred here in my little company. It's not much, really; we don't sell them, nor have we done much besides experiment a little bit with them. They're not fur-producers, after all, so it's not like we can use them for much.
"But they do have one brilliant thing that they can do. One thing that makes them very useful to me, and makes me very interested in perfecting their genetics. Do you know what that thing is?"
He shook his head, the light playing off the silver tones in his fur. For his sake, she rather hoped that this breed was better than the last; it would be a true pity to mar the streaks with red.
"When released inside of a living body, these little things do nothing but eat and breed, and they breed very, very fast. And they are very, very hungry."
They should be, after we managed to splice piranha into them, she thought as she reached for the vial cork. The silver fox shuddered as she started to wiggle the cork back and forth, shaking his head from side to side desperately.
"Nnn! Nnn!"
"I'm afraid that you're not given a choice here, Mr...Quinn, I believe it was, yes? Mr. Quinn, on behalf of my company, thank you for the sacrifice you are about to make in the name of science."
She undid the cork and threw the vial forward at the same time. Unfortunately, one of the creatures missed the fox's mouth entirely and ran up the side of his head, starting to burrow into his ear. His screams almost stopped the two in his mouth from proceeding, but they were persistent little things, and they pushed past into his throat.
"Now, if you would lean your head back; there tends to be a bit of blood at this point, and I'd prefer not to damage your fur."
When he kept screaming, she pushed a gloved hand under his chin and forced his head back, and just in time. She heard the signature 'glk' sound as he was forced to swallow, sending both the parasites and probably a few severed bits of tongue down into his stomach. She held him there for a few moments before finally letting his head lower again, taking a handkerchief and gently dabbing at the corners of his eyes.
"Ah, don't cry. You'll stain your lovely pelt, and then we'll have this be all for naught. Don't worry; we're just working on eliminating the waste inside so there are no more hunting holes in the pelts we work with."
"Mm-MMMPH!"
"Ah, those would be the first of the new young tearing into your stomach lining. I can't tell you how hard it was to develop them so they could withstand the acid. It was a real triumph."
Holding her cigarette away from the fur with one hand, she used her free one to gently rub his stomach. She could feel the movement of the parasites within, and she counted at least three - no, five - of them moving around. Doubtlessly, he was feeling a great deal of pain now. The holes in the stomach, allowing the acid to go elsewhere, probably felt like the greatest of agonies.
She stood up, and chuckled at the sight of the bulge moving around under the fox's fur on his head. A bit of blood had welled up in the ear, but not enough to drip, just enough to touch at the soft flesh inside. She reached out, dabbing it away while it was still wet.
"Now this is why you shouldn't have turned away. If all of them had gone down your throat, you would have had a little longer to live. Now, you'll have to feel them multiply around your skull. Tsk, tsk. I do hope that it doesn't stretch out the flesh too much."
It was a legitimate worry, particularly as the bulge that was the parasite split in two, with the fox screaming through his gag. Cruella wondered how long that would continue; she imagined probably only a few more minutes, particularly with the parasites feeding and multiplying so close to the skull.
She had to jump back as the fox suddenly collapsed forward, and she nearly dropped her cigarette. Taking a long drag of it, she glanced down, and nodded her head in understanding.
"Ah, yes, they're already tearing apart your skeleton, aren't they? How does that feel? Quite painful, I imagine. Do you feel it as every piece of the bone is turned to powder and devoured? Or is it just the pain you feel as the muscle and tendon and skeleton and everything else disappears, leaving only the painful pressure of your body resting on top of the nerve endings as they're devoured?"
The fox's screaming was far from informative, but it was monotonous enough for it to fade into the background for her. Cruella blew a ring of smoke into the air as the fox gradually collapsed further and further into his empty legs. His feet had gone flatter than a pair of socks, and his legs gradually folded under him, the fur falling into such lovely piles.
Of course, it was a bit uglier around the head. She had a small lump of pity for him, but more for the fact that it would unfortunately lose a great deal of its beauty. She sighed, rubbing his head between his ears as the top of his head sagged in, the dome of the skull consumed as much as the bones in his legs had been. Thinking about it, she was probably rubbing his brain through his fur.
I wonder if we can find ways to take advantage of that...
That would have to wait until later. His eyes were already rolling back, so it wouldn't be long until he was completely gone. She watched as his head continued to collapse, falling inwards more and more until the top of the head had caved in completely. His eyes were nearly gone as well, as the parasites fed and fed on all tissue around it, eating away everything but the outermost shell of them.
The flesh was scurrying with all the parasites beneath it, looking like the surface of a hot tub as it bubbled and moved with the now-dozens strong swarm of creatures inside. The organs in the torso were next, swallowed away, and Cruella could hardly hide her excitement as she started rubbing the fur of the limp fox before her.
"Yes, you will be a most magnificent coat...A beautiful, handsome coat. Such beautiful, lovely fur. So soft, and when we finish treating you, why, you will be the greatest thing we have ever put down the runway.
"Just give in...let it all slide away. Your mind is gone. Let your heart give up. Give in and let us have all this beautiful fur..."
The fox didn't answer her. Not because of the gag - which rested in a mouth scoured of teeth, tongue, and any unnecessary flesh - but because he couldn't. His mind was gone, and so was everything else. The only thing left was a residual heartbeat, and it was fading quickly as the parasites finished chewing through the spinal column.
With the remaining organs being chewed down and leaving nothing inside of the pelt but the parasites themselves, Cruella stepped back from the body. She knew that it wouldn't be long until the creatures emerged, and then they'd need to be corralled quickly, lest they find other prey and continue breeding.
When the last of their food was consumed, they began to emerge. They came from two openings, the mouth, and the anus. Crawling through, they quickly made their way across the floor, forming a swarm that would have put the termite mounds out in the wild to shame. The first time Cruella had seen it, she had shrieked. Now, she just smiled.
Riding a rising bit of floor, she loomed over the scrambling creatures as mechanized barriers were placed around the parasites by her employees. They showed no interest in the fox anymore; they were interested in living flesh. Gradually, they were corralled back towards the center, and then gently sucked up inside of specialized vacuum tubes that took them to containment, where they could be studied and bred further to a more specialized form.
When they were all gone, Cruella lowered herself to the floor again and walked to the hanging fox. She slowly took the gag out of his mouth, laying it aside, before taking off her stole. She draped his body over her shoulders, and slowly stroked his empty face, smiling to herself at the soft feel of his coat.
"You were beautiful in life. You will make someone all the more beautiful in death. Jeremy."
She handed the hide to her assistant as he walked over to her.
"Take it to the proper handlers. Tell them to work him into design #4. I think he'll suit that one best."
"Of course, madam."
Waving Jeremy off, Cruella walked back to her chair, and flipped open the folder of other experimental subjects. A snow leopard, a tiger, a very fetching mink; there were quite a few opportunities for her to test out other strains of the parasite, and see which would work out best for her work.
After all, bloodless fur was hard to come by.
"Bring me the snow leopard next..."
The End