This choice: Lutra, the salacious otter • Go Back...Chapter #4Lutra, the salacious otter by: crossblade   You’ll never forget your first kill.
All your life, people have accused you of being ‘superficial’ and ‘promiscuous’. The former always pissed you off the most! Those who hate the way they look will always envy beautiful people like you, accusing you of being ‘superficial’ just for caring about how you look. But in your eyes, ‘art’ means laboriously working to create something beautiful… and your body is, no doubt, a work of ART. You’ve maintained a careful diet and exercise regime for years to develop your voluptuous, fit form… you spend hours in front of the mirror every single day, making sure your hair and makeup look just perfect… the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you dress, it’s all part of the art!
As for when people call you ‘promiscuous’, well… you can’t really argue with that. After all, a gal’s gotta have her vices, doesn’t she?
Of course, to the outside world, yours was a tragic and frightening tale of model gone serial killer. It wasn’t your fault! You never WANTED to kill anybody… not a first! But that mouse had gotten up in your face, calling you ‘superficial’ and a ‘whore’, and you were already in such a bad mood… he just looked like a bite-sized snack! So… that’s what you used him as! That smug asshole’s tune changed when you slipped him into your stretchy, gurgling gut, and slowly, painfully digested him alive over the course of an afternoon…
You were worried that eating him was going to make you fat. Ruin your figure. But, to your eternal surprise and relief… he went to all the right places! Before you knew it, you were more curvaceous and voluptuous than ever before… more than you thought possible! People were in awe that your gorgeous body somehow got even more perfect! And, well… you quickly realized that the more people you swallowed, the more gorgeous and voluptuous your body would become. Before long, you had a kill count of over a dozen, seducing them into a vulnerable position, before gulping them down and listening to their screams as they gurgle away…
With every meal, you reached never-before-seen levels of beauty, and you were quickly on your way to becoming one of the world’s top supermodels. Of course, like all good things, it couldn’t last forever. You got… sloppy. Tried to eat two people at once, only for one of them to break away and run to the cops. The resulting media circus was humiliated. Every outlet was filled with pictures of you sobbing in court rooms, coupled with headlines calling you the Runway Maneater or the Haute Couture Killer. They were treating you like a common serial killer! You weren’t some thuggish murderer… you simply cared about your beauty!
Of course, before the court case could come to a conclusion, you suddenly disappeared from your jail cell one night. Some suspected you had escaped, but the official story was that you had been killed in an act of vigilante justice by the family members of one of your victims. In reality, though, you were brought here… to the FURRY arena! At first, you were distraught at being kidnapped by weirdos in trenchcoats, but when you learned more about this place, you quickly became excited. Not only would you be able to gulp down as many people as you desired, but you would be able to show off your beauty to an adoring crowd…
“In this corner we have the terror of the fashion world, the scourge of Paris, the Runway Maneater herself, Luscious Lutra!”
Your perfectly wide hips sway as you sashay up to the ring, sliding in with serene grace. The audience coos and cheers, knowing of your beauty and reputation. This was going to be your very first match, so you wanted to put on a show! You weren’t the strongest, which might be a problem, considering you’re going to be actually fighting people instead of just taking them by surprise. But you’ve specifically requested male opponents, and you were certain no man would be able to resist your sheer seductive ability. Unless your opponent is gay, of course. That would… complicate your strategy.
You shake those thoughts aside as you get ready to finally face your opponent...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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