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again, thank you so much to
razzda for the thumbnail. It's a crop of this picture here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16701635/
part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17474459/
part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17903407/
part 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18327903/
Carnell’s mother worked in the kitchen to the sounds of the news broadcast.
“…can see here, in this image…”
“Oh my”
“Right here—yes, yes… quite the uhm… striking…”
“For those of you listening at home, we have what looks like…”
“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.”
“…are those macros?”
“That’s right, Kerren, as I was saying, it looks like…”
“Preposterous.”
“…macros, in the protests, along with the micro crowd.”
“Is that even safe?”
“Unbelievable… really, I’ve never seen anything like this…”
“Is that a… a Ristor…?”
“And two Mortgers behind him, yes. Just standing right there, right in the middle of the whole thing.”
“They’re gonna have to get bigger shock fences…”
“I’m with you on that one, Kerren...”
They laugh.
“Seriously, though. And this is the big thing to take home with you, there are macros out there who seem to be in support of this movement. In fact it appears several Fellnics are involved.”
A collective gasp.
“No…”
“Fellnics? In the middle of this mess?”
“A bunch of kids, I’m sure…”
“I suppose if some of our own would prefer to get involved in that sort of…”
Carnell ducked her head as she darted soundlessly past the kitchen doorway. She crept upstairs. The sounds of the news broadcast followed her up until she closed her bedroom door behind her with an expertly silent click.
She breathed deep. Her chest rose and fell with the air of her bedroom. She hugged her purse to herself…
She set the purse down on her desk before collapsing on the bed.
Cole peeked over the lip of the purse.
Carnell was draped loosely on the bed. Her head was turned away from Cole and her hair snaked over the covers in long, curly black locks. She still heaved, like she’d just run a mile, even though Cole knew her purse didn’t move nearly that much.
As Cole watched, Carnell groaned. She grabbed at her baggy top and started yanking it up over her head. Her fingers seemed to tear at it. She heaved, exasperated.
She finally tossed the top across the room and slumped back onto bed.
Cole observed, brow furrowing. She really was Markless… there wasn’t a single spot anywhere he could see. No birth Marks, no patterns or even gradient shifts in coloration, nothing. It was all the same color as the skin on her face. A pale, almost tannish sort of light… skin? There was no other word for it. It was the “skinnest” skin he’d ever seen. Couldn’t she get some artificial coloring? Maybe some designs…? Cole found his eyes drifting towards her bra. Even under…?
Her head slowly turned to face Cole. A few locks of hair draped over her eyes as they locked with his gaze.
Green.
Cole darted back into the purse. Those big green eyes, big cat eyes! The sight of them was still burned into the backs of his own eyes and sent chills up his tail.
He heard a sigh outside. Some shifting on the bed. He darted down between her memory pens and clipping boards and something really plastickey… loud… some kind of… wrapper…? He read…
MouseBites.
He yelped and darted up and away from it, only to back into Carnell’s hand.
He screamed.
She let go.
He dropped back into the purse and scurried down into the corner by the ends of the memory pens.
“S-sorry!” she said quickly, “sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, are you okay…?”
Cole was trembling in spite of himself.
“Cole… Cole, I’m sorry…”
Carnell’s tuft-pointed ears twitched at the sound of mousey whimpers.
She said, “I didn’t mean to grab you so fast, I…”
Cole was quiet.
Carnell sat upright on her bed. “W-well…” she said. Her hands were between her legs. “You were kinda s-staring…”
More silence.
“Cole…?”
Carnell leaned over. She carefully peeked into the purse.
Cole’s world got a good bit darker as the Fellnic’s head loomed above. He gasped and curled up smaller behind the memory pens. He knew it was no use, but it seemed like his body had taken over and was calling the shots now anyway.
“You okay in there…?”
Like YOU care.
He cleared his throat. “L-like you care…” he said in a small voice.
She smiled a little. She placed her elbow on the desk. “Yeah~” she said, “I do.”
“No you don’t…”
Her voice was gentler now. Smoother. “Yes I do…” she said, “I care about you, Cole…”
He hugged himself tighter. “Why would you…”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re…”
“Yeah~?”
“You’re a…”
He stopped.
Carnell’s calm expression hit a snag. She looked down…
Cole could hear her shifting back onto the bed.
“Y-yeah…” she said. Her voice was broken.
There was another long silence while Cole waited for her to say more, but she wouldn’t speak again. He kept expecting to hear her voice but he could hardly hear any breathing. His ears twitched.
Was it safe to come out now? Maybe that Fellnic was crouched and ready to pounce the second his head peeked out of the purse.
But would she do that, really? Would she… would she…
Eat him…?
The thought made his stomach drop. He felt like he should just curl up and stay in that purse for the rest of his life, but what kind of logic was that? It would be like hiding from a lion by curling up behind its molars.
A shudder shot right up Cole’s back. It was too much to think about. Whether that Fellnic was really as emotional as she seemed to act or not, staying in her purse Cole might as well be sitting in her pantry. It was time to move.
He shifted. The memory pens slid over him as he moved, making quiet plastic sounds that made his ears twitch. Slowly now… slowly… he had to move very carefully. If the cat knew he was on the move she might just pounce to keep him from getting away. She might have heard him already. Maybe all this was a waste of time and she was already stalking right by the lip of the purse, just out of sight… tail swishing… back arced and her hind end in the air, ready to launch herself off her legs…
He crawled upwards.
Maybe she’d be licking her lips… what a sap Cole was, climbing right up to where she could see him with those stalking green eyes of hers. Might as well be asking her to open up and climbing inside himself.
He approached the lip of the purse from within.
He was practically feeding himself to her. Why did he even agree to get in her purse in the first place? This was all obviously an enormous ruse. An enormous ruse from an enormous cat woman.
He placed a fuzzy little mouse hand on the lip…
What a grade A sap. Complete loser. He deserved to be cat food, honestly. Giving himself up so easy to such a simple trick. Honestly, he might as well…
He peered over the edge.
Carnell was on her side on the bed. Her head was turned away from Cole. Her ears, too. She was hugging herself a little. Her hair draped in curly black locks all over the pillow. Cole could only see the back of her half naked torso.
He blinked.
Was she not even looking? Or even listening?
It had to be a ruse, it had to be… she’d pounce the moment he slipped and made a mistake… she’d…
But then… why not just reach into the purse…?
Cole watched her… She took deep breaths. Some of them were ragged as she let them out, even a little raspy. Her legs were close together in her dark tights, and he could see her thighs flexing a little, almost as if by subtle spasms coursing her body. Her long, leopard-like black tail was wrapped around her lower body.
She sniffled.
Cole…
Cole didn’t know what to do…
again, thank you so much to
razzda for the thumbnail. It's a crop of this picture here:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16701635/
part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17474459/
part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17903407/
part 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18327903/
Carnell’s mother worked in the kitchen to the sounds of the news broadcast.
“…can see here, in this image…”
“Oh my”
“Right here—yes, yes… quite the uhm… striking…”
“For those of you listening at home, we have what looks like…”
“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.”
“…are those macros?”
“That’s right, Kerren, as I was saying, it looks like…”
“Preposterous.”
“…macros, in the protests, along with the micro crowd.”
“Is that even safe?”
“Unbelievable… really, I’ve never seen anything like this…”
“Is that a… a Ristor…?”
“And two Mortgers behind him, yes. Just standing right there, right in the middle of the whole thing.”
“They’re gonna have to get bigger shock fences…”
“I’m with you on that one, Kerren...”
They laugh.
“Seriously, though. And this is the big thing to take home with you, there are macros out there who seem to be in support of this movement. In fact it appears several Fellnics are involved.”
A collective gasp.
“No…”
“Fellnics? In the middle of this mess?”
“A bunch of kids, I’m sure…”
“I suppose if some of our own would prefer to get involved in that sort of…”
Carnell ducked her head as she darted soundlessly past the kitchen doorway. She crept upstairs. The sounds of the news broadcast followed her up until she closed her bedroom door behind her with an expertly silent click.
She breathed deep. Her chest rose and fell with the air of her bedroom. She hugged her purse to herself…
She set the purse down on her desk before collapsing on the bed.
Cole peeked over the lip of the purse.
Carnell was draped loosely on the bed. Her head was turned away from Cole and her hair snaked over the covers in long, curly black locks. She still heaved, like she’d just run a mile, even though Cole knew her purse didn’t move nearly that much.
As Cole watched, Carnell groaned. She grabbed at her baggy top and started yanking it up over her head. Her fingers seemed to tear at it. She heaved, exasperated.
She finally tossed the top across the room and slumped back onto bed.
Cole observed, brow furrowing. She really was Markless… there wasn’t a single spot anywhere he could see. No birth Marks, no patterns or even gradient shifts in coloration, nothing. It was all the same color as the skin on her face. A pale, almost tannish sort of light… skin? There was no other word for it. It was the “skinnest” skin he’d ever seen. Couldn’t she get some artificial coloring? Maybe some designs…? Cole found his eyes drifting towards her bra. Even under…?
Her head slowly turned to face Cole. A few locks of hair draped over her eyes as they locked with his gaze.
Green.
Cole darted back into the purse. Those big green eyes, big cat eyes! The sight of them was still burned into the backs of his own eyes and sent chills up his tail.
He heard a sigh outside. Some shifting on the bed. He darted down between her memory pens and clipping boards and something really plastickey… loud… some kind of… wrapper…? He read…
MouseBites.
He yelped and darted up and away from it, only to back into Carnell’s hand.
He screamed.
She let go.
He dropped back into the purse and scurried down into the corner by the ends of the memory pens.
“S-sorry!” she said quickly, “sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, are you okay…?”
Cole was trembling in spite of himself.
“Cole… Cole, I’m sorry…”
Carnell’s tuft-pointed ears twitched at the sound of mousey whimpers.
She said, “I didn’t mean to grab you so fast, I…”
Cole was quiet.
Carnell sat upright on her bed. “W-well…” she said. Her hands were between her legs. “You were kinda s-staring…”
More silence.
“Cole…?”
Carnell leaned over. She carefully peeked into the purse.
Cole’s world got a good bit darker as the Fellnic’s head loomed above. He gasped and curled up smaller behind the memory pens. He knew it was no use, but it seemed like his body had taken over and was calling the shots now anyway.
“You okay in there…?”
Like YOU care.
He cleared his throat. “L-like you care…” he said in a small voice.
She smiled a little. She placed her elbow on the desk. “Yeah~” she said, “I do.”
“No you don’t…”
Her voice was gentler now. Smoother. “Yes I do…” she said, “I care about you, Cole…”
He hugged himself tighter. “Why would you…”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re…”
“Yeah~?”
“You’re a…”
He stopped.
Carnell’s calm expression hit a snag. She looked down…
Cole could hear her shifting back onto the bed.
“Y-yeah…” she said. Her voice was broken.
There was another long silence while Cole waited for her to say more, but she wouldn’t speak again. He kept expecting to hear her voice but he could hardly hear any breathing. His ears twitched.
Was it safe to come out now? Maybe that Fellnic was crouched and ready to pounce the second his head peeked out of the purse.
But would she do that, really? Would she… would she…
Eat him…?
The thought made his stomach drop. He felt like he should just curl up and stay in that purse for the rest of his life, but what kind of logic was that? It would be like hiding from a lion by curling up behind its molars.
A shudder shot right up Cole’s back. It was too much to think about. Whether that Fellnic was really as emotional as she seemed to act or not, staying in her purse Cole might as well be sitting in her pantry. It was time to move.
He shifted. The memory pens slid over him as he moved, making quiet plastic sounds that made his ears twitch. Slowly now… slowly… he had to move very carefully. If the cat knew he was on the move she might just pounce to keep him from getting away. She might have heard him already. Maybe all this was a waste of time and she was already stalking right by the lip of the purse, just out of sight… tail swishing… back arced and her hind end in the air, ready to launch herself off her legs…
He crawled upwards.
Maybe she’d be licking her lips… what a sap Cole was, climbing right up to where she could see him with those stalking green eyes of hers. Might as well be asking her to open up and climbing inside himself.
He approached the lip of the purse from within.
He was practically feeding himself to her. Why did he even agree to get in her purse in the first place? This was all obviously an enormous ruse. An enormous ruse from an enormous cat woman.
He placed a fuzzy little mouse hand on the lip…
What a grade A sap. Complete loser. He deserved to be cat food, honestly. Giving himself up so easy to such a simple trick. Honestly, he might as well…
He peered over the edge.
Carnell was on her side on the bed. Her head was turned away from Cole. Her ears, too. She was hugging herself a little. Her hair draped in curly black locks all over the pillow. Cole could only see the back of her half naked torso.
He blinked.
Was she not even looking? Or even listening?
It had to be a ruse, it had to be… she’d pounce the moment he slipped and made a mistake… she’d…
But then… why not just reach into the purse…?
Cole watched her… She took deep breaths. Some of them were ragged as she let them out, even a little raspy. Her legs were close together in her dark tights, and he could see her thighs flexing a little, almost as if by subtle spasms coursing her body. Her long, leopard-like black tail was wrapped around her lower body.
She sniffled.
Cole…
Cole didn’t know what to do…
Category Story / Vore
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