"Wait... Alright, I am sorry if this sounds weird. It will probably sound weird. But... does being a prey mean anything to you?"
James had been chatting with Natalie for a while now as the party picked up around them. People were talking, drinking, eating and the volume had risen steadily to the point where a certain intimacy had formed as the partygoers had formed into small, self-contained islands of conversations, with a few free roaming electrons latching on to conversations before moving. They had both begin to talk rather frankly about sex, with James angling potentially for bringing her back home that night, but Natalie's question instead shook him.
How did she know that? He felt a bit of red flush rise to his face (god, was he really that flustered?) and his mind began to race - should he lie? Should he push back? Bluster? Deny? Keep it ambiguous?
"I... uh... why do you ask?" He stammered. He regretted almost immediately such a weak and milquetoast response. Natalie gauged his reaction for a moment, before deciding that this was not a no - or a sign of ignorance.
"I don't know... I just guess I can tell." She said with a sly smile.
James had a moment of nervous realization. Was she actually a pred? Was that one night stand he was planning going to be the last one he would ever have. A sensation of fear began to coil in his stomach - followed shortly, almost to his embarrassment, by an intense sensation of arousal. Blood began to flow to his crotch as he felt his cock twitch to life.
"Wait... are you a pred?" He asked, almost in a hushed tone, not wanting the conversation to drift to uninitiated ears.
"Oh. Oh no. Sorry. I am very much a prey. A complete nutslut, I am afraid. But over the years, I have become pretty good at spotting other people like me. We got a... vibe? A certain look in our eyes." she leaned in closer. "A little pleading look for a pred to come by and just swallow us with their cocks and turn us back into semen. You know what I am saying?" He could feel her sweet breath on his skin, his pulse racing at her getting closer. "Doesn't that make you incredibly horny?"
Yes. Yes it did. James could feel the heat of arousal spread through his body at the thought. Ever since he had come to understand himself as a prey, ever since he had felt this longing deep in his loin, from somewhere deep in his brain, he had fought it. Out of fear. Out of shame. Who could desire this, he kept thinking, denying his own primal, erotic drives. Like many would be preys, he simply intended to live with this longing but never act on it. A part of him that would always remain hidden, an impulse that he would never pursue.
"You have no idea..." He said, his breathing growing heavy.
"This might be sudden but... you know, I was planning to try something tonight. You know about Stanton Park, in the north of the city?"
"Yeah, I've heard about it."
"Did you know they call it The Preserve? They call it that because apparently it's where prey and preds go cruising. So it turned into a bit of an inside joke. You know, it's kind of like a hunting preserve for the preds."
James did not know that, but he knew the park had a reputation. From to time to time, he felt the pull to look up cock vore porn or see if there was any cock vore going around his place and that was a recurrent hotspot. A lot of people going "missing" there. To the point where police began patrolling the area. Things in the pred and prey world is always on the thin line of legality - ultimately, consent has to be a part of the act or the preds would be hunted down like dogs by the authorities, but the state won't intervene between two consenting adults, nominally, even if it means one of them ends up as a big load of cum and metabolized into proteins. Codes and signals have proliferated so that preys and preds can find each other and satisfy one another's primal desires - to consume and to be consumed.
"I was thinking of trying my luck. Nice fun party and then top the night off by becoming a nice, thick load in some pred's balls. I even wore some sexy underwear for the occasion." she lifted the side of her dress to let him peek her lingerie. It was indeed pretty sexy. James couldn't help but feel his arousal intensify at how casually she was discussing becoming ball batter. "But you know, I could use some company. How about you join me. We all go to make the leap sometime, you know."
A voice in James mind screamed. Yelled. Pleaded. Telling him that this was stupid. That he had a nice career, a car he was still making payments on. An apartment. Bills. All sorts of stupid earthly anchors. But right now, in that moment, he could feel that second brain in his cock take over. He wanted this. So bad.
"Well, that sounds like a lovely time. How about we leave and go to my place and we do a little pre-gaming before the main event?" He asked, giving Natalie a meaningful look and drawing her attention to his erect dick creasing his pants. She smiled.
The Pre-Gaming was the best raw sex James ever had. They took his car back to his place and he had to stop himself from cumming through his pants as Natalie teased him as he drove. Distracted driving is no joke, he thought, as he desperately tried to stay focused and negotiating the deserted streets. Focus and self-control was the name of the game once he cross the finish line as he tried to slowly, steadily undress himself and watch Natalie do the same. She had a gorgeous body, nice and shapely, sculpted by what he presumed was plenty of Pilates. She stood there for a moment, clad in a rather classic lingerie style bikini, the last thing she would wear in her future latex coffin or left to float on a puddle on the floor. His fingers reached for her vulva, her lips just as moist as her mouth as he fingered her and they exchanged kisses. They rubbed and writhed on each other until James tipped Natalie unto the bed. He traded his fingers for the tip of his hard cock as he began to fuck her hard, her legs shaking over his shoulders. Perhaps their bodies knew, subconsciously, what was waiting for them but there was a frenzied, almost desperate quality to their sex.
Exhausted, they lounged in bed for a while, chatting about how their respective prey awakening, before finally getting ready. They took a shower - but no sex this time. Sex in the shower is always more awkward than you think, before drying and dressing themselves. Natalie carefully slid back on her nylon leggings (she always liked nylon - she felt it gave her a little taste of what being stuff in a condom might feel), her panties and finally her bra before putting her dress back on. James dressed soberly, simply. He picked a simple pair of clean briefs. He never really cared about what would be left in the aftermath, but he thought perhaps a pair of white brief that still bore the imprint of his cock and perhaps a pair of white socks might have some erotic value. They drove to the park in his car. Natalie was clearly getting in the mood again as James noticed her shifting in her seat. They parked and began walking into the park, looking like an ordinary couple from a distance.
The park was nothing special. A large expanse of maintained paths, lights, a few structures, abandoned at this hour. A few public washrooms. As they walked, James thought that maybe they would not be lucky that night. The place looked rather deserted. Eventually, they spotted a rather large, muscular man sitting on a park bench, illuminated by one of the lights, doing nothing. Natalie, apparently once more guided by her well honed intuition, broke off formation and approached the man. The man looked up and shifted his posture as he watched her get closer. James could not tell if it was apprehension or eagerness.
"Good evening." she chimed. "Do you know any good place to eat."
The man's head perked up and she now had his full attention. He smiled.
"Oh yes. I hear the food is great around these parts. I know a place."
"Are you hungry?" Natalie continued.
"Starved." The man responded, as if answering a code a the door. He grabbed his cock through his pants. It was large, James noted. "For here or to go?"
"To go." Natalie responded. "I want leftovers. Any reservations?"
"None. Free for all. But they only seat for two." he said, looking at James. He took it to mean that this was going to be a one on one affair.
"Do you know if anywhere else can accommodate?" She asked, feigning a pout.
"Oh yes. Plenty of good places around here. He can try his luck down the street. He just has to whistle for a waiter (he took a moment to whistle a little tune) and I am sure someone will take care of him." Natalie nodded and walked back to James.
"Well. Good news. It looks like it's our lucky night. He'll take care of me. But he only does one at a time. But, if you whistle, one of them should and take care of you too."
"I guess this is goodbye then. It's not like I was planning to share a condom with you, you know, but doing this alone feels a bit less fun."
"Oh, don't worry. It's not exactly a break up, you know." she said, smiling mischievously. She then walked away back to the pred, now standing and waiting for her. He put his arm around her and they walked off into the woods. James could not help but feel some envy.
The park provided many areas that could shield you from prying eyes and it is precisely behind such a thicket that the pred led Natalie. "Go ahead and undress. I like when my meal takes of its own packaging." he said as he began to undress himself. He pulled out a large condom from his pocket and threw it on the ground before turning back his attention to Natalie. "Are you keeping that on?" he asked. "Yeah, if you don't mind." The Pred smiled.
"I don't mind but, you know. I never got why preys did this. It's not like you get to see it or feel it."
"I don't really get it myself, but, you know, all I can say is... the image of those cute clothes floating in cum makes me go feral." she tried to explain, but her eyes now riveted on the pred's rapidly growing cock.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that, I guess. You know, usually I like my meals stuffed but now I am already too big for that pretty little cunt of yours. So really, now the only the question is --" The pred, in a swift move, grabbed her head by her long hair and shoved her face against his slit. She could barely gurgle a muffled scream as her head was quickly consumed by the phallus. "Sorry girlie, but a cute cockmeal like you goes in head first." His cock quickly advanced and swallowed her down to the shoulders, her arms now pinned against her body, unable (and probably unwilling) to resist. The Pred had become annoyed at her setting the pace. Cockmeals like her, trying to control their last moment, how they would be remembered, what would be left of them, how they masturbate as you consumed them - it pissed him off. She existed to be consumed. Nothing more. And soon she would be nothing but a load. His cock grew longer, girthier as it consumed her body, soon it was past her nice, perky breast, sliding over her toned stomach. Her legs were flailing, but suddenly they began to jerk. "What a fun little cock slut." He he felt her body in his urethra shake with pleasure. Her panties darkened as she came, pissing ejaculate, only to mingle into the encroaching precum. With a pop, her shapely bum disappeared into the slit, leaving only her nylon clad legs to be slowly drawn into the shaft.
Natalie landed into the pred's balls face first, already slimy with precum, she splashed into cum, already shaking from her orgasm. She could feel the warm flesh walls cling to her with every contraction of the cock. This was it. Soon she would be nothing but cum - and the very thought filled her with an unparalleled sensation of sexual frenzy. She shoved her hand down her soaked panties and began playing desperately with her pussy. She pushed aside her bra so she could play with one of her rock hard nipple. "Fuck." She thought." I should have a brought a dildo. Or some sort vibrator." Her fingers were not enough. Her flesh was possessed, dancing like a sexual inferno, and her fingers were not nearly enough to quench that fire. It would feel so unreal to fuck like this, she thought, her mind drifting to the hot sex she had a few hours ago. Her preoccupation, however, dispersed as her fleshy prison began to contract and clench. It had begun.
Like a full body massage, every spasm of the walls around her rubbed her, render her flesh malleable. Cum kept rising around her, to the point that quickly her hand, still going at it, became submerged. Soon, she noticed - or would have noticed if she could have focused on anything but the sensation coursing through her veins - that she was not simply milky white from being covered in cum, but that her own body had slowly began to take the appearance of a milky white ballistic gel dummy. Every pulsation now echoed in her jellied flesh like ripples of force with nowhere to go. Her body became wracked and warped by orgasm, her own body clenching from within, now matching the rhythm of the clenches. Her form dissolves as she herself melted into orgasmic pleasure, her mind going white as her own flesh became nothing but semen, her sense of self shattering as she became nothing but an extension of the pred's genetic code.
The pred hadn't even bothered with the condom. As he stroked his cock, he could feel her writhing in pleasure in his balls. Something about her had really pissed him off. She was cute, for sure, but her attitude had irked him. So the nutslut was not getting the leftover treatment. She was going to be to stay. Which means that he was going to splatter her all over the lawn, to be washed away by the custodians the next day. The thought turned him on and he began to stroke his oversized cock, feeling a hum, a vibration filling him as he could feel the orgasm crest within and SPUURRRRTTTTTT!!! Large streams of cum came gushing forth from his slit, pulsing unto the lawn.
He leaned against a large tree, letting himself be pushed back by the force of his own contraction. He felt the flush of testosterone flood through him, a potent cocktail of hormone from his cock rewarding him for churning another slut, making him stronger, dominant, hungrier. Every prey claimed by a pred triggered that self-reinforcing conditioning cycle, encouraging even recalcitrant pred to eventually give in and continue feeding their cock. As his cock wilted to a more manageable size, he waded into the cum and picked up the cockmeal's panties, stockings and bra, now soaked in his seed, before gathering the rest of her belongings. He shoved the soaked lingerie into a large, transparent plastic bag. He rummaged to check if she had a wallet her. Nothing. No money, but also nothing to identify the clothes. He took her now empty dress and used it as a rag to wipe the cum still clinging to his cock before shoving all of it into the bag. As casually as he could, still shaking a bit from the adrenaline, he dressed back up and stepped out back unto the trail, shoving the bag of stained clothes into the first trash can he found. Maybe the nutslut would have found that hot too, he thought, as he walked into the night.
(I was planning to also write a section for James but the story had become long enough as it is.)