Food Chain: Exposition
The terrified mouse girl ran through the jungle as quickly as she could, ducking, weaving, and leaping to avoid hidden traps that by now she has become well aware of after spending weeks mapping their locations. Her breathing was ragged, she was on her last legs after having run for over an hour.Behind her, she could hear the rustling of something chasing after her, yet everytime she looked back, she saw nobody there. She knew it was there, however, her persuer had already eliminated everyone of her friends, now it was just her. The last time she looked back proved to be a mistake, as her foot caught on a tree root and sent her toppling to the ground. She landed with a loud yelp as pain raised through her sprained ankle. The pain coupled with her exhaustion ensured she wouldn't be walking until at least tomorrow, or at least it would have, if she wasn't about to die.Sensing its prey was defeated, the hunter raced forward, exploding from out of the foliage like an arrow. Before the mouse even had time to scream, the figure trapped her in its coils. The hunter was an enormous snake man, having an upper torso and arms vaguely similar to a human's, but a 15 foot long tail replaced its legs, and was currently squeezing her in their vice like grip.
"Too bad, only another 30 yards to the safe zone." The snake man said, tightening his grip as the mouse let out a choked yelp of pain, "I guess this is the 5th time in a row we don't have a champion." He shrugged."OH well, let's get this over with." He said before opening his jaws impossibly wide. In a flash of movement, he clamped his maw over the mouse girl's face, stiffling her panicked shouts as he began to swallow her whole.-----------------------------------I clicked off the TV after that, it wasn't something I hadn't seen over a dozen times already, and after 5 seasons where all the players failed to achieve victory, it had lost the tension it once held.Perhaps I should explain what I'm talking about, though? You're probably confused by this whole mess. Very well, I'll give you a history lesson, or better make that a future lesson for you.You see, in the distant future, humanity's views on public entertainment has become rather... "fucked up" I believe your era would call it. Between all the movie remakes, the "reality" television series, the comedy specials, and porn, the entertainment business had become stale and tasteless. Everything had been reused, rehashed, and remade so many times over that even the mind numbed public longer found any interest in it.
Eventually to stop the loss of their ratings, the entertainment industry needed to come up with fresh and creative ideas for the first time in thousands of years, and their solution was blood sports. Using their wealth and connections, they began to hold secret broadcasts of game shows where contestants
were placed in life threatening situations and if they couldn't pass the test, they were killed off to amuse the crowd. The result caused an explosive popularity in the broadcast systems, and they eventually gained enough support to make public broadcasts on Pay per View.Originally the blood sports were only used on convicted criminals, their way of repaying their dept to society by making their death sentences into a spectacular show. But as the popularity for the trend continued to grow, they eventually began receiving volunteers. The reasons were various, some were suicidal, others desperate for money, and some merely enjoyed the thrill that came with placing one's life on the line.The series I had just been watching was called Food Chain, and it was my favorite of the blood sports. The contestants were spliced with animal DNA, turning them into hybrid creatures. The technology had eventually been sold to members of the Furry community when they realized that an entire life style of people would pay for the chance to splice themselves into animals.
The premise of the game was to survive on the island until either the season finale episode, or until you were the last surviving contestant. Once either of these conditions had been met, you had to make it to the safe zone before you were killed. If you managed to escape, you won the game. Only problem was that 5 times in a row now, nobody had won, and the show had only been on for about 8 seasons, making the rate of success quite low. The first season only 3 people won, the second season had 7 winners, and the 3rd season only had 1. Seasons 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 were all complete wipe outs.The island was littered with traps that had been created by advanced biochemistry. Flesh eating plants, sinking tar pits, poisonous gases, and so on. All designed to put the contestants in a constant stage of panic or alertness. Death could come from anywhere with little to no warning, just like living out in the wilds. But the biggest threat to the players were the Hunters, and they were responsible for the majority of deaths throughout the series.
Every season, 5 out of the entire cast of players were chosen at random to become Hunters. Their job was to hunt down and kill the regular players, primarily by devouring them. All the other players were transformed into prey species like mice, bunnies, fish, and sheep. But the Hunters were turned into high level predators like wolves, tigers, snakes, birds of prey, and sharks. They were also given details and a layout of the island to ensure they didn't fall into any traps. After all, the company didn't want their hunters to be killed off by the terrain hazards when they were supposed to be one of the main sources of suspense for the show.--------------------------------------------So there you have the gist of it, players get turned into animals and
compete to survive for as long as possible. But there's one thing I haven't mentioned yet: I'm going to be a participant!It was something I had been pondering for a while now, but never worked up the nerve to try. Last year I finally decided to go for it, but the show had already started airing, so it was too late. This year, however, I submitted my application, and last week I finally got a response saying I was accepted.
The episode I had been watching was a rerun of last year's season. Food Chain always held a 72 hour marathon of the previous season before they they moved onto the next, their way of reminding viewers how the contestants fared last year.My name is Christopher, and I am 25 years old, Caucasian male. The legal age of consent for a Blood Sport is 21, since 18 year olds are probably still finishing school. I wasn't very wealthy, and in fact my apartment was quite pitiful. Struggling to make ends meet, my decision to take part in my favorite blood sport was an obvious choice. If I won, I'd get enough money to live some place decent. If I lost, well I wouldn't have to worry about the piling bills or dead end jobs anymore. I didn't have to worry about paying for transportation, the companies offered full coverage for any willing volunteers who wanted to compete for the crowd, their way of enticing people with all expense paid trips, I guess. I was told I simply had to present my ticket and no questions would be asked. I was also told not to bring any luggage, and I knew why.
Food Chain was all about the thrill of surviving in the wilds, living off the fat of the land. All preexisting clothing was stripped from the contestants, forcing them to make their own out of leaves, bark... or hides. Tools and weapons were likewise forbidden unless you crafted them yourself. Because of this, any sort of luggage was completely unnecessary, you wouldn't be allowed to use it during your competition.Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't exactly the best candidate for a survivor, I was overweight, being just over 270 lbs. and at 5'6 tall. Had I competed in such an event with my body the way it was now, I would have probably died in a matter of hours. Fortunately, the company took measures to help such competitors. Nobody wanted to see an easy mark who was just begging to be killed off, they wanted action, thrill, something to keep them on the edge of their seats. Practically all Blood Sporting events gave their competitors splicing injections to modify their physical health and prowess.I smiled when I thought about all those fitness nuts who spent their lives working to lose weight and stay in shape, and with a simple injection I'd have all that hard work and effort pay off for me. I looked at the clock, my flight was scheduled in two hours, so I began to head out to the air port early, like I had been instructed.
Along the way, I
thought back to the rest of the episode I had turned off earlier, having memorized the death of that mouse. It gave me something to ease my anticipation while I waited.------------------------------------------It only took an instant for the snake man to engulf her face in his maw. The modifications gifted him with the speed of a snake as well as its appearance. He could lash out and bite faster than you could blink. Too bad he was a constrictor species, though, so his kills were often slow and painful.The mouse was completely in his coils. Only her head stuck out one end, and her feet out the other. As he began to swallow her whole, he slowly unraveled himself around her to fit more of into his mouth. The hardest part was swallowing the shoulders, the widest part of the body, but after that, it was usually smooth. Thankfully the mouse had a petite frame, and her shoulders were not as wide as his last three meals. Soon enough, he engulfed them and began to work his way down to her elbows.As a bulge started to form in his throat and move down towards his stomach, muffled screams could be heard thanks to the high powered broadcasting microphones. She was pissed off and rightly so. She had endured the entire competition long enough to be the last survivor, and she was only 30 yards away from salvation. Her anger, coupled with the instinctual fear of death caused her to fight and protest even though it was obvious she was already doomed.
As he engulfed her body down to the elbows, her arms were now pinned to her sides, rendering them incapable of struggling, and the coils were still around her legs to prevent kicking. The bulge continued to expand in his body as he swallowed hard, dragging her in to the wrists.The tightness around her was stifling. There was no light, and barely any oxygen, which her squirming and shouting only served to waste what precious little she had to spare. By the time he swallowed her hips, the snake's insides were unbearably stuffy and she felt the heat of suffocation flooding her mind.Now that the snake had engulfed her entire upper body, he decided to give the audience a decent show and uncoiled himself completely, allowing her legs to dangle freely out of his mouth. Sensing she had some free movement, she immediately began kicking in the air, but the fresh sprain to her ankle shot more pain through her joint if she flailed too quickly.The snake grabbed her legs, one in each hand and spread them wide, giving the camera a close up view of her exposed sex as his forked tongue slithered around it, teasing his helpless prey, and sending more distractions through her already hazy mind. His fork played with her clit, pinching and slurping it while his tongue darted in and out of her folds like it was dancing. If her toes curling and her ass tensing up was any indication, she was really enjoying the attention
despite her situation. After she finally came in front of the whole audience, her retreated his tongue from her sex and went back to work as he closed her legs together. She was exhausted from lack of oxygen and her orgasm, and all the fight had been drained out of her now.
With a final gulp the last of her body disappeared into his throat, and the bulge in his stomach showed a faint outline of the doomed mouse. He patted his stomach in mocking triumph before slithering towards the safe zone. The game had ended, and the announcers of the show began to talk about the scene that had just played out while the camera switched to their monitoring room."Well folks, that's it for season 8 of Food Chain, and what an experience it was. So close to breaking the losing streak too." said the first of the show's two hosts. A male human by the name of Vincent Primal."And that was a nice touch on Kyle's part too. I'm sure the perverts in our audience got some release from seeing him eat her out while he ate her whole." The second host said. A female wolf by the name of Susan Primal.Vincent and Susan were siblings who started the Food Chain series together. Susan had gotten herself spliced after the first season, but Vincent remained human. During the 2nd season, Susan had given herself the role of one of the Hunters, but after the season ended, there were constant rumors stating that as one of the hosts of the show, she had insider help with her hunting. If it hadn't been for the number of survivors, they might have accused her openly of rigging the competition, so neither she nor Vincent had become direct participants in the game after that.
Vincent was a tall man, standing at 6'0 tall. A self trained survivor, he underwent constant exercise and physical training, giving him a barrel chested physique at 170 lbs of muscle, a truly imposing man. His dark black hair was combed backwards and grew down to his earlobes in length.Susan had a silvery coat and stood at a height of 7'0 tall. Before her splicing, she had only been 5'2 which further proved just how much of an effect the splicing could have. She was also engineered to hunt and kill, with muscles that could put even males like her brother to shame. Weighing at 230 lbs with razor sharp claws and teeth, it was hard to imagine anybody would want to piss her off. Unfortunately her increased size and fur coat made it very difficult to find proper clothing after she was Spliced. She was forced to wear more tribal attire, consisting of a loin cloth and bra, which only served to increase her sex appeal to the viewers and bring in more ratings.-----------------------------------------------------I replayed more episodes in my mind, more deaths both quick and slow, painful and painless, gruesome and erotic. Finally, I had arrived at the airport, where I saw my flight. It wasn't hard to locate,
it had a gigantic sign above it that read "Blood Sport Competitors" in red, dripping letters. Taking a deep breath, I approached the check in station with my ticket in hand.
To be continued...