The Misadventrues of Bandit: It Gives You Wings
#3 of Vore
**The Misadventures of Bandit: The Unlucky Lemur © Berserker B
- It Gives You Wings -**
Bandit stood in front of the tan building. He looked up at the sign, which read Studio 14, and he beamed as he knocked on the entrance. Bandit had been chosen to participate in a commercial for Red Bull, the energy drink. He had waited anxiously for this day to arrive, and now he stood in front of the studio where they would be shooting the commercial.
The door opened and a burly bull stepped out to greet him. He loomed over Bandit by at least a foot and a half, and his horns made him look even taller.
"Yeah," he said in a deep voice.
"I - I'm here for the commercial. I'm Bandit Long-tail," the young lemur managed to say as his knees shook.
The large bull moved to the side and bid Bandit entrance. Bandit nervously stepped into the tan building, and the burly bull shut the door behind him. The place was everything Bandit had been expecting. Everywhere he looked, he saw people of all kinds walking and talking, moving equipment, and checking things like the light and sound. Bandit made his way further into the room, and as he did, he wonderingly gazed at all the equipment in the room.
As he walked and gawked, Bandit made his way close to the set. It was then the he bumped into someone, due to his careless staring.
"Hey watch it -," the person turned around and stared at him. The person was a male wolf, and he wore a red beret on his head. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Bandit Long-tail," Bandit replied.
"Oh yes, Mr. Long-tail, how do you do? My name is Francis Canon, and I am the director." He gave a slight bow. "We've been waiting for you."
"I would have been here sooner, but I've never been to this side of town before," said Bandit.
"Don't you worry about it," Francis said as he wrapped his arm around Bandit's shoulders and led him onto the set. "What matters, is that you are here. Besides, the young lady you will be co-starring with is just finishing with her makeup and will be out shortly."
Bandit looked at him with surprise. "You mean I'll be working with someone else. Who?"
Francis gave the young lemur a hearty pat on his back. "Just another unknown we picked up, like you." His eyes caught something to the side and he said with glee, "Here she is now."
Bandit looked over as his co-star stepped into the light. She had a tall figure, her fur was orange and she had black stripes that ran along most of her body. She looked at him with her feline eyes, gave him a wide grin and said, "Well, hello Bandit."
Bandit stepped back a bit and yelled, "T - Trisha!" in surprise.
"So you're my co-star for the commercial. This is going to be better than I expected," she said with a hungry look in her eyes.
Francis looked at each of them and asked, "Do you two know each other?"
"We know each other from school," Trisha answered.
That may have been true, however they were far more 'acquainted' than she let on. Trisha was known throughout the school for her ravenous relationships, and most men stayed as far from her as possible. Therefore, Trisha began seeking out men more aggressively, and she had tried to devour Bandit a few too many times in the past, though she failed each time.
"Yeah... from school," Bandit responded.
Francis shrugged and said, "Well, now that we are all here, let's get shooting shall we?"
He left them alone and went to gather up the crew. Bandit glared at his female adversary. She gave him a sinful smile, and chuckled to herself.
"I'm watching you Trisha," Bandit said.
"Oh you silly lemur, it's just a commercial. What do you think is going to happen?" She walked passed him, her tail brushed against his leg. "But, that's what I like about you," she said as she moved passed him, "You like to play hard to eat."
Bandit groaned at her words. As he continued to stare at her, she turned and gave him a wink, which made him shiver on the inside. "I hate carnivores," he said underneath his breath. Bandit followed her, and he had a sinking suspicion that something bad was going to happen.
A few minutes later, everyone was in position and Bandit and Trisha were ready on stage. Francis sat in a stereotypical director's chair, as well as in a typical director's pose. He scanned the two soon to be actors as they waited patiently on the set for their scene.
"Okay you two," he directed at Bandit and Trisha, "this is how the scene will go. First, Trisha will pop out of the bushes, and begin to chase Bandit around. However, he has too much energy, and so she then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Red Bull. She will take a few gulps, then, because of its energy boost, have to strength to catch him, and then eat him. The scene then ends as he wiggles around in her gut." He gave a smile to the two stunned actors. "Any questions?"
Bandit spoke up. "The whole eating part is just going to be digital, right? I mean, she catches me, then the scene shifts to later where I look like I've been eaten. Right?"
Francis shook his head. "Oh no, no, no. We are going with authenticity here. Besides, digital imaging costs too much, and this is way cheaper, don't you think?"
Bandit took in the wolf's words. He scanned the room, and for the first time, noticed that everyone in the room, save the bull and himself, were carnivores. "Ahhhhh - Well it's been fun working with you... but - bye," Bandit said before zipping for the exit. He almost made it, until the burly bull stepped in front of the door, which brought the young lemur to a screeching halt.
"Now, now, Mr. Long-tail. We can't have you running out on us. We have a commercial to do, so please come back to the set," Francis coaxed.
Bandit turned around and realized that a few of the crewmembers were slowly advancing on him. "You can't do this to me!" he shouted.
Francis gave a wolfish grin and said, "Oh yes we can. You signed a contract. Remember? And in doing so, you gave us permission to use you as meat if needed."
"I don't remember reading that," said Bandit.
The wolf director gave a loud sigh. "It was in the fine print. Does no one read the fine print anymore?"
Bandit, realizing his efforts were fruitless, turned, and tried to plead with the muscular bull behind him. "Come on man, how can you stand there and let them eat me. We're fellow herbivores - so how about you let me escape."
The bull gave him an emotionless, "No."
"But why not?" Bandit pleaded.
"Because they pay me too well," replied the unmoving bull.
Bandit moaned at the bull's words. Behind him, he heard the director let out a small chuckle.
"You see Mr. Long-tail, there is no escape. Now, we can do this one of two ways. You can come back to the set, and we can proceed with the scene as planned or, you can continue to be unwilling, and we can improvise. Though, I cannot guarantee you having a smooth ride if we have to improvise."
Bandit let out a dispirited sob, and slowly made his way toward the set.
"There's a good boy," said Francis. "Okay everyone, let's get everything ready again! Time is money!"
Bandit walked with a slump, and he dragged his feet along the hard floor. He gazed up, perhaps to pray for some salvation, and it was then that he saw something that gave him hope. Several feet up, on the other side of the room, was an unmanned door. The door lay across a scaffold, and the scaffold beams came all the way down to the floor in a few places. He was near one of those places.
It took him only a moment to decide, and he made a rush for the scaffold beams and began his ascent. However, his efforts were quickly noticed.
"What the - somebody stop him!" screamed Francis. "He's going for the scaffold exit, and that door isn't locked!"
Bandit climbed as fast as he could up the shaky beams. His progress was smooth, and he figured he would reach the top in no time. However, his grip slipped as the beams began to shake violently. He stopped moving and looked down. Below him, the bulky bull was in hot pursuit as he climbed the beams after the young lemur. For a guy his size, he sure could move fast.
Bandit tried to speed up, but every time he made a little progress, he found his grip slip as the bull shook the beams in an effort to make him fall. In little time, the bull had caught up to him, and he grabbed Bandit's right leg in an attempt to pull him loose. Bandit did his best to fight the powerful grip of the bull. He wailed his leg around in a futile effort to get free.
With little else to do, Bandit brought his other leg up and smashed it down on the bull's face. As the underside of the lemur's foot met with the bull's snout, the unexpected attack made the large bovine lose his grip on Bandit's other leg. Bandit then brought his foot down on the bull's snout again, and the large bovine lost his hold on the metal beams. Bandit watched as the large bovine collided with the floor with a resounding crash.
"You idiot, he's getting away!" shouted Francis. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around with an exacerbated, "What?"
It was Trisha, and in her other hand, she held a can of Red Bull. "You might want to start filming," she said as she popped the tab to the can.
Bandit reached the top of the scaffold and pulled himself up to the metal panels. He took in a deep breath and gazed back down below. The bull was just coming out of his daze from the crash, and no one else was chasing after him. With triumph in his heart, Bandit circled around and started for the door. However, as soon as he turned, he found that Trisha, with a wide grin on her face, was there to greet him.
"T - Trisha! But - but, how did you... how did you get up here so fast?" the young lemur stammered.
Trisha shook her head and said, "Silly little Bandit, did you forget?" She twisted her body to show her back. "Red Bull gives you wings." On her back was a pair of small white wings. They hardly looked like they could have lifted her up, yet somehow they must have.
She placed her paws on his shoulders and opened her feline maw wide enough for him to stare into her dark pink gullet. "Oh man..." Bandit said before she brought her jaws over his head.
Bandit struggled against her grip as she held his head between her feline jaws. At first, he just flailed his arms around, which did him little good. The tigress took hold of the sides of his chest, and lifted the young lemur up as she pushed her head down. She maneuvered her jaws around his shoulders, and began working her lips over his upper arms.
Bandit stopped wailing his arms, and instead used them to try and push against her face. This backfired however, and his paws slipped passed her lips as she continued working them over his upper torso. With his paws inside her sticky maw, Bandit could do little to prevent the rest of him from sliding into the hungry female's eager mouth.
With nothing stopping her, Trisha moved her grip to Bandit's hips, and with ease, boosted the rest of the helpless lemur's upper torso into her maw. With ravenous joy, she continued to swallow her unwilling meal into her gullet. His figure made a nice sized bulge along her throat.
Trisha titled her head up and greedily began gulping at Bandit's lower body. Her mouth slobbered from the delightful taste, and she commenced with rubbing her belly the moment she felt him enter it.
Bandit's legs kicked wildly while she sucked them down. With each passing gulp, more of his legs slid passed her jaws, and the wild movements quickly became small and weak squirms. With nothing but her meal's feet and the rest of his tail hanging outside her lips, Trisha almost lamented that her meal was over. However, this quickly passed, and she swallowed Bandit's feet into her maw. She slurped up his furry striped tail, and sent it, and his feet, down with the rest of him to her awaiting stomach.
The young tigress licked her lips and let out a small burp as her meal struggled within his confined prison. She rubbed the barely visible contours of his body as they stretched out her skin slightly. Every so often, he would spasm as the stomach acids coated his body, and his hands, legs, shoulders, and face became clearly visible through her skin and fur.
"A~nd, cut!" came the voice of Francis, the director. Trisha looked over to see him level with her, standing on a rising platform. "That was brilliant Trisha darling, just brilliant." He gave a giggle of wolfish glee. "You were simply amazing."
"It's a gift," Trisha said proudly.
"Whatever it is, I want to see it again. I want you to star in another commercial. What do you say?"
"Will I get to eat another guy like him?" Trisha inquired.
"You better believe it," Francis replied.
"Then have your people call me people," Trisha said with a smile on her face. She rubbed her still shifting gut. "Though I do have one little request," she said.
"Anything at all darling," Francis replied.
"Could you bring me another Red Bull? I think I'm going to need another pair of wings to get down from here." She gave another belch and she and Francis laughed together.
Fade to black.
The End