Case File of Felix Vulson, Fox
A relatively short story (roughly 1800 or so words) I wrote in a few hours this morning. I really don't have much else to say beyond that, honestly.
The following is a collection of stories, journals, and diaries written by the fox FELIX VULSON before his disappearance. Includes an interview with DANIEL DOBERMAN. DO NOT DISCLOSE.
From company floppy disk labeled "Spreadsheets, 2/97", "Untitled.doc" 2/5/97: Hisname was Daniel Doberman, and he was everything a fox like me could want. Strong, handsome, funny as hell, and smarter than anyone else I knew, he was absolutely perfect...
The only problem is that he doesn't know I'm perfect too. I could talk about Daniel for hours, name every interest, kink, and thing he has, name every friend in his circles, and write stories about him for days on end. I often do, to be frank, but still he ignores me. Still I am forced to sit here on my perch as an office admirer, forced to remain at a distance of a marathon-length two cubicles away. Everyone knows my crush on Daniel but him! And yet he goes and dates that flamboyant cat Martie! What the fuck, Daniel? You two have nothing in common. You need a fox in your life, a gorgeous little cross like me in your bed! I bet my pelt alone is more beautiful than that alley cat! Why won't you notice what's right in front of you?
I take a deep breath and regain my composure.
But that's not why I'm writing this. I've gone over my frustrations with Daniel and Martie more than I can count. I'm writing this because tonight I'm going to tell him how I truly feel, once and for all, like I should have months ago: one-on-one at his house. Just him and I. No office to distract me, no Martie to distract him, just a gorgeous Doberman and his pretty little Cross. I can't wait.
From private pocket journal recovered in the glovebox of VULSON's car. No title or date. Estimated to be 2/5/97: I don't believe it. I've been rejected. No, that's not even the right word; I've been completely ignored.
Everything was supposed to go so well. I drive up to his house, flirt with him, and get my dog. Instead, I drove up to his house, knocked on the door, and who answered it but Martie! That little fuck! I asked him if I could see Daniel, and after a terrible wait of one to three minutes, Daniel came down from upstairs. He asked me if I had left anything at the office and needed the key. How oblivious could he be to my passion? I told him no and that I wanted to speak to him in private. Martie then left, and I was alone with Daniel.
And he wouldn't even hear me out. It was all about work, work, work. How I was doing, how I liked the company. I had to wait an entire 5-10 minutes just to get to what I wanted! And even when I asked him for a date, all I got was an extremely fast lecture on how he felt for Martie! I tried so hard to win him over, tried so hard to get him to my side, but he is hopelessly in love with that cat. I left crushed and defeated. I have to be with Daniel, I have to be a part of his life. Fuck. I can't even write anymore. Entry ends with an attempt to tear out the page.
The following is a list of websites visited by VULSON on 2/5/97 as logged by his ISP, Verizon. VULSON posted requests for advice on several** Vorarephilia ***-related websites, and researched alternative methods such as food processing.*
predfantasies.com/forums/0878879nlwock
preyfantasies.com/forums/2342asfne
citymeats.com
citymeats.com/faq
citymeats.com/contact
citymeats.com/images/kibble.jpg
From personal floppy disk labeled "Work, 2/97" "Untitled.doc"2/5/97: It's a funny thing, life. I used to entertain fantasies of being devoured by Daniel before I learned that he was against predation, that he thought that my life was worth more than just a meal.
Well he was wrong. It's come full circle. I'm about to be devoured by him, eaten by my beautiful, strong Doberman in one of the most amazing meals he has ever had. The only way I can ever be of use to this gorgeous dog, this beautiful figure of an animal, is as food, or more precisely, "Good Boy Kibble Complete Blend."
I've contacted a nearby meat processing faculty, City Meats, that specializes in turning willing prey into food. Usually they take only herbivores, but a quick email revealed that they would also accept my case. My appointment is tomorrow morning. In little more than eight hours, I'll be no more than a specialty bag of kibble sitting in Daniel's pantry, and later, his stomach.
It's strange writing this, really. I don't know if this is how I wanted it to end. I guess an ending where I get to live happily ever after with Daniel would have been nice, but tonight has made it clearer than ever that this is out of my reach. I think this is the next best thing? It is at least a way for me to become close to Daniel, in fact, even closer than Martie is to him. He can use me however he wants this way. Maybe I'll become muscle, maybe I'll be used on a walk or even cum for when he fucks Martie. My brain is going crazy at the concept of making my fantasy reality. If this isn't dying happy, I don't know what is.
I want to write more, but there is really nothing left to say. I am dog kibble now, and even puppies know that all food is for is to be devoured.
From private pocket journal recovered in the glovebox of VULSON'S car. No title or date. Estimated to be 2/6/97:
I just completed a lovely tour of the City meats plant. Their facility is clean and new, everything I would have expected from a company as prestigious as them, really. I was shown every step of the process, from the grinders to packaging by a sweet little vixen. She seemed fascinated that a predator such as myself would want to do this, but after I told her my reasons, she seemed to agree. Her questions didn't faze me for a second. I know what I have to do for Daniel, for myself, and after selecting a custom bag to send to Daniel, I've returned to my car to write this one last entry. He'll never know it's me, the thought would probably kill him, so the bag of kibble will merely be presented as a complimentary sample. Some sample I'll be...
A smile forms on my lips, and I should probably go now. This time was to say goodbye to friends or family, and here I am writing in a stupid book. The little vixen is walking up to my car, no doubt to see if I'm ready to go through with this. I am, of course, and I suppose now is the time to write my last words.
I love you, Daniel. I hope I taste wonderful.
Text from card recovered from City Meats "Good Boy Kibble Complete Blend" sent to DANIEL DOBERMAN: Congratulations, Daniel Doberman! You've been selected at random to receive a complimentary bag of kibble from City Meats! Enjoy!
Transcript from interview between DETECTIVE FRANZ and DANIEL DOBERMAN after DOBERMAN filed a missing persons report for FELIX VULSON. 2/12/97: FRANZ: Thank you for joining us, Daniel. Take a seat.
DANIEL: Thank you for calling me.
F: Now I don't know how to say this, so I'll break it the old-fashioned way. We have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?
D: Did you find Felix!?
F: The good news or the bad news, Daniel? This is hard enough for me as it is.
D: Well the good news, of course! Did you find him?
F: That's a... Stretch. We found out what happened to him. Ever heard of City Meats?
D: Yes, detective. I just got a complimentary bag from them this week.
F: Well they do a little more than just process animals. They also do... Fuck how do I put this. I don't even understand how it's legal.
D: What is it? What happened?
F: City Meats also processes... People, Daniel. Willing people who usually have nothing else to live for and want to be put to good use. It's usually herbivores, chickens, cows and the like, but they're not opposed to other species volunteers...
D: You're not...
F: Felix visited City Meats, Daniel.
D: No! No, he wouldn't! I knew Felix, he wasn't that kind of person!
F: I'm afraid he was. Look at these records. He visited City Meats and was... Processed.
D: ...
F: You still haven't heard the bad news, Daniel.
D: What the fuck could be worse than this?
F: You might not want to know this. It might... Change you, Daniel.
D: What? Tell me, detective. Nothing can be worse than this.
F: Okay... Daniel... Felix... Felix... was processed and shipped to you in the form of a free sample bag from City Meats on the sixth of February.
D: ...
F: Daniel, you have to breathe. I know this is hard for you, but you have to remember that this shit isn't your fault. You had no way of knowing it was Felix, and that's what he wanted.
D: I... ATE him? He was in that kibble!?
F: Well we don't know for sure how much of Felix was in that bag. But DNA tests have confirmed that...
D: What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to Felix that made him want to punish me like this? Fuck! I liked the guy!
F: And he loved you. Look at his diaries. Felix suffered from a prey disorder that gives someone an extremely powerful desire to be eaten. It looks like Felix merely acted on that desire. This was NOT your fault. By government definition this doesn't even make you a predator. Daniel? Daniel! You have to calm down!
D: I'm a predator...
F: No, Daniel, you are not. Listen, City Meats is prepared for these situations and is offering complimentary three-month counseling-
D: FUCK CITY MEATS! I'll show them my meat grinder! Where's a phone?
F: Daniel, calm down!
D: Give me a fucking phone! Now detective! I need my attorney!
F: Down the hallway to your left! Jesus Christ, Daniel!
Interview ended prematurely to preserve client confidentiality and safety of staff. DANIEL DOBERMAN was escorted out of the building after discussion with his lawyer.
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