Feral Chapter 1

*Author’s Note*

Credit to GodsoftheGodsgameing for the idea. This story is a collaboration piece with him. While we are currently discussing a next chapter, time will tell if that sees fruition.

My stomach growled. Something that was becoming much more frequent. Standing outside, I sniffed the air like a predator but shifted my gaze around like a prey animal. Except I was prey, a deer furrier to be exact. One with a surprising appetite for a succulent diet of meat.

My stomach growled once more, pushing me away from the cabin I had towards where the city.

So who am I?

Well, that’s complicated. I will answer that question first with the what. Again, I am a Furrier who happens to be in the prey section, a subservient one I might add. Because of that, my family moved away from the empire to the planet Earth. Unfortunately, moving here caused some issues.

The first issue is me or rather my type of breed. While my kind stands upright and we have genitals of complimentary of humans, besides my breasts that is where the proverbial line is drawn in what the Furriers can be compared to humans.

My face is that of a deer, though my snout isn’t as big as one of Earth’s animal ones. I have big doe eyes with ears that point up at the top of my head. Being that I am not a male, I don’t have ears, but do have around a b-cup of breasts. Even though I am around 5’7”, I am petite in my frame. Legs are digitigrade. Now my fur is of two colors. My front is white from my navel all the way up to the tip of the bottom of my snout. I am covered in a light brown fur. All of this and a nice little doe tail at the base of my back.

Now that we know what I am. I suppose its time to tell you who I am. First I need to take my clothes off. That is accomplished quickly as lately, I’ve been only wearing panties and a bra. See I have to. My type is well hunted for our abnormalities. Protection is always needed and for me, that protection happened to be a stun gun. It also happened to be my hunting weapon.

At the equivalent of twenty-three Earth years, I was the epitome of prime for my kind and earthlings. Tight, pert and horny, should have been all for me. But it wasn’t. Instead, I had a fourth problem plaguing me.

As mentioned before, I love the taste of flesh. Not only that, my body craves it like an actual predator would. See my issue? As prey the furrier who likes the taste of meat like a predator. Those of us with this affliction are distastefully called feral.

I sigh at this distinction. It’s not my fault at all. I was perfectly normal until my family uprooted itself from the Furrian Empire onto the homo-sapiens homeworld. A world that confounded me in many ways.

Humans where a weird sort to the furriers. While many of my kind could walk among them, there had been many push backs with others. My type had to contend with hunters of course but the predators had many issues. They had instincts and even in a civilized empire, humans adjusted poorly to a predator outright killing prey. One thing for animals, they argued, beyond barbaric with creatures with the ability to thinks. The Empire scoffed, but immigrants had to swear to comply with a much more docile nature. Many struggled with it, especially me.

As I walked through the woods, a vast stretch of pines in a temperate temperature in the mountains, I found myself skulking through the trees naked. It was dangerous of course, but this area I owned and worried little about humans. They seldom visited and being on Earth for a little over a year, I didn’t mind that. Especially being that my affliction had manifested itself over the past few months.

I liked being alone. My parents didn’t understand that when I left the family. They couldn’t, especially if it became known of my problem. Better for them not to understand than have to kill one of their daughters. And they would too. With that fact, I had stolen as much money as I could and left. Survival for myself meant everything, but it also meant being alone.

The forest was thick with underbrush. Giant leaves of green and wondrous colors of life. Spring happened to be in full swing and if my stomach didn’t push me now, I would have reveled in it. Moving swiftly, I sniffed the air as I went, trying to find something worth tracking as I moved down the mountain and closer to the human town. I hoped to find something before I reached the town. If I didn’t, then a human meal would have to suffice. Something that meant turning around to redress.

Moving, I almost missed a movement to my right. Freezing automatically, I crouched low and peered over green leaves to see my surprise a wolf furrier. He was standing with his back to me and leaned up against a tree. From where I was, I could see that he wore a pair of jeans and a red hoodie. His ears gave away his type.

A wolf furrier. How can I tell? Well, see wolf types have the most triangular shaped ears of any species of the canine types. From the distance, I could hear music playing, no doubt due to headphones in. Skulking closer, I did my best to stay upwind from my prey.

The predator had no clue what happened when I attacked. With a pull of the trigger, the probes shot away and plucked into the pants of the wolf. Nothing could have prepared him for the sudden shock of voltage that laced through him. My prey dropped to the floor of the forest with sound. Thankfully, the voltage was high, but not enough to kill, just incapacitate the wolf. He lay there as I walked up.

“Looks like I caught a healthy one,” I said to the wolf. He groaned in response, his shallow breaths telling me he was in an excruciating amount of pain. “Good thing too.”

The wolf looked to be around my age, if not a bit younger. Not being versed in the anatomy of canine types. With a shrug, I reloaded my weapon, a spare set of prongs kept in the handle of my gun. I then squatted down to my specimen, testing to see if he was in all actuality incapacitated.

When I did kneel down, I looked down his grey snout to his eyes. They were closed, which didn’t surprise me. Feeling brave, even though my heart pounded in my chest, I flicked him on the nose. The nose, like all Earth’s canine types, also was highly sensitive to stimuli. He didn’t move, just a groan and I was happy with that result.

Dragging anything heavy, especially with my petite stature would take anyone a long time. It felt like it took me hours to move the wolf back to my cabin when in actuality, it only took about five minutes. Even as I pulled him into the cabin, I worried about his scent being left across the ground as I moved him.

With a sigh, I realized the mistake. Not just his scent, by mine as well had been mixed through the area. That was something that would have to be addressed. Feeling tired, I moved him through the four-bedroom cabin to a room I had set up specifically for my butchering purposes.

Pulling a wolf, especially a tall one up to a bed specifically designed for restraining it occupants was tough. By the time I finished, I was sweating profusely. Locking the body of my wolf into place, a series of heavy leather straps, I left him to take care of my other problems.

Taking care of my scent in the woods wouldn’t be an issue. My stomach may be growling, but I went out with four different brands of deer scent. I may be a recluse, but I did go into town once a week or so for some supplies. My original plan had been to lure actual deer to eat to satiate my appetite for flesh, but after thinking of such things, the thought of a pseudo-cannibalism turned me away.

My chore was quickly over. Having spread the various scents everywhere. Along or path and through the woods I spent ten minutes making sure trees and ground were covered in it. Satisfied with what I did, I moved back to the cabin.

As I did, I noticed the growling in my stomach had dissipated and something else had taken over in need. My body was on fire, genitals alight with a burning need for release. Interesting that the pheromones would act as an aphrodisiac to me, but I wasn’t complaining. The dissipation of the drive of needing to consume flesh let me reflect on my decisions.

This wolf I had captured had been a godsend of coincidences. While I had often sustained myself on butchered meat, the local human population had begun to ask questions on my dealing. I had killed no one so far in my exploits and the wolf would mark my first actual kill. With a sigh, I went back to the cabin.

Body on fire or now, masturbating in the woods would be an absolutely terrible decision. If anyone did come looking for him, I would quickly be found out. With even more anxiety about physical needs, I went back into the cabin. My first instinct was to in fact take care of my burning lusts but instead of going to my bed and taking myself to “pound town” with my hands, I decided to check on my guest.

The wolf was still passed out in his restraints. His chest still rose with deep breaths and that made me feel confident now. Giddy I was, an awful thought passed in my mind.

Moving over to the wolf, I looked at his clothes. My original plan was to cut the clothes of the wolf. I had a different idea of what would make the meat taste different and what not. A fantasy for sure to make a predator scream in terror as I cut clothes before flesh. I laughed here but decided I had never actually seen a wolf before.

Taking my prey’s clothes off was difficult with the straps. Too afraid that we would wake up, I left them on him while I struggled valiantly to get his clothes off. I succeeded, making the wolf completely bare in his fur. A quick recheck of straps, most of them loose now, and he was secured once more. I was so giddy with excitement but refused to do anything to myself or him while he remained unconscious. Something in me had forced me to stall. As such, I went to bath.

The cabin did have running water, something required by the city of humans. Not that I am complaining, but whoever built the place put an old metal tub in. Ornate as it was, there was no shower to be had. As annoying as it could be, I did get to make some great bathes waters.

My favorite thing to bathe in was milk and honey with rose petals.