Bits and Bytes by Schitz Wolfie

Bits and Bytes by Schitz Wolfie

Authors note: Whilst web-surfing, looking for my normal (can I use that word?) subject of furry-tales, I stumbled upon some ‘vore’ stories… confused and intrigued, I read a few… my stomach is now all sorts of twisty knots, uneasy about the pages I just read, not necessarily disgusted, just uneasy. Voreism is not my thing, but now those images are permanently etched into my brain, and the only way I know to get them out, or at least be more comfortable about them being there, is to start writing. This is what came out… with any luck, or with any sanity I should say, this will be my only vore-related story (and I’m not too high in the sanity department to begin with). For the record, it wasn’t the devouring, swallowing, or tasting that affected me… it was the digesting, chewing, and the dominance/pleading/ terror issues. I’ll admit to being a horror fan (and I know that vore-ism probably isn’t meant to be horror), but certain types of fears and terrors still give me the willies.

The rain had been pouring outside for hours, slapping in sheets against the windows. Jacquelyn sighed as she gazed out at the dark grey colors, the gusts of wind sending cold shivers through her tail up to her spine, even though she was in her warm apartment. She simply sat and stared out at the storm, her muzzle propped drearily in her paws. “…Just make some lightning or some thunder, c’mon… show me something…” she muttered, depressed at the lack-luster attempt the rain was giving. But the rain just kept pelting at the glass, barely audible traces of thunder being drowned out by the wind. It had been a long week, and the rain seemed to punctuate her recent feelings of apathy – boring, repetitive, and unending.

Jacquelyn lived on the third floor of her building; an efficiency apartment, just like every other pre-packaged ‘cage’ in the building. Old movie posters hung with dust on the walls along with the calendar that still bore September’s name… it was November now, but there really hadn’t been any reason or need to change it. The television was on, displaying reruns of old sitcoms. ‘Recycled laughs… perfect fit for disposable lives, I guess… but then, I’m being over-cynical again, aren’t I?’ she mused to herself. Jacquelyn sat back in her plastic chair, turning her attention back to the computer sitting on the particle board desk… across the room from the futon bed and wicker nightstand.

<Why is my life so standardized?>, she typed out at the keyboard.

<<Jazzybearit can’t be all that bad>> the response came back a few seconds later.

<<Jazzybear: oh stop it. okay, so work sucked – nothing new, and you’re talking to me online on another Friday night – same as usual… ya know, I had a point here somewhere…>>

<lol>, Jacquelyn half smirked at Jazz’s attempt at humor… but the sad part was that he was right. <thanks, that helped put everything into perspective, I feel so much better now, no, really, I love life…>

<<Jazzybear*smirks and wipes off the excess sarcasm from the screen so he can see better*>>

Jacquelyn giggled a little; at least he was trying to make her laugh… Jazzy was sweet that way; a bit annoying… but sweet. The chat room wasn’t too active, nobody really typing much in the room aside from the bothersome a/s/l trolls. She sighed as she realized that even her online life seemed to be getting dull and repetitive. Her friend list looked just as vacant as her real surroundings; Jazz being the exception, of course. She sighed and leaned back down to look at the keys to type when the entire room shook with a blinding flash. “HOLY SH….” She shrieked out as she jumped back in her chair, the computer screen flickering black in reaction of the lightning strike. The television mimicked the shutdown, a sickening static noise escaping its speakers as the power fully died. The darkness enveloped the room quickly as the sounds of electronic life died in their hertz-attacks. Her heart pounding, she shuddered as the thunder vibrated its noise through the air, shaking the windo… no, the entire room. “Damn that was close!” she breathed out, breaking the blackness that now occupied the room. Her mind starting to focus back on reality, she remembered that she had asked for this earlier… and she couldn’t help but snicker a little. “That’s what I get for asking…” her voice trailed off as she realized the possibility of the damage that might have just been caused. “… great; probably fried the whole drive.”

Jacquelyn stood up, her rat-tail still twitching nervously and her ears still feeling prickly, and moved slowly in the darkness toward the desk, searching for the cigarette lighter. Her paws brushed up against the wood, and after a few seconds of fumbling found their prey. She flicked the lighter and walked toward the kitchen area where the candles were sitting, half melted on the counter near the sink filled with dishes. She had scarcely lit the first candle when she heard the motor of the computer whir back into existence. She turned quickly to see the dim glow from the screen start to spread over the desk. “Well it starts, at least”. She picked up the candle and walked back to the desk, pulling the chair back to its position. The familiar Furdows\xA9 screen popped into view, and seemed to perform the usual task of starting up as she set the candle down on the desk. A heavy sigh of relief escaped from her chest as the computer issued its welcoming chime, and she started clicking through her files to see if they were still there. ‘…wonder why the lights didn’t come back on too… must be on a separate fuse…’ she thought to herself. Everything seemed to be in order, and she quickly logged back online – hoping Jazz would still be there.

To her dismay, he wasn’t… there were still names in the chat room, but his power must have gotten knocked out as well. She sighed, and got ready to log out, thinking that another lightning strike could hit and it would be wiser not to tempt fate twice…

<<VirtuoVoleHello.>> … “Wonderful, another troll that I don’t want to deal with…”

<<VirtuoVoleWant to talk?>> Normally, Jacquelyn had a strict no-troll policy, but she was feeling a little shaky still, and talking to someone was better than just sitting in the dark… she could always just log out if he/she started getting annoying…

<<VirtuoVoleOh? What happened?>>

<<VirtuoVoleIf its still raining, you sure that’s a good idea?>> … “Okay… doesn’t sound like a troll…”

<<VirtuoVoleSeems that way for some of us, doesn’t it… I hate even thinking that reality exists somewhere>> Jacquelyn grinned, “Ah, a kindred spirit,” she chuckled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

<yeah, its just so much better in here sometimes> she quickly snuck a look at Virtuo’s profile information… only to find that there wasn’t one listed. Puzzled she typed…

<how’d you hide your profile?>

<<VirtuoVoleOld permission trick on the server, its there but it can only be viewed by people I want to let see>>

<well… can I see it?>

<<VirtuoVole*blushes* I never list on the first date>>

<oh, so I’m a date now?>

<<VirtuoVolej/k. I may let you see it, but I’d like to at least get to know a little something about who wants to see it first>> Jacquelyn sat a little puzzled, and intrigued… if he/she was a troll, at least it was an interesting troll.

<ok, where would you like to start?> She typed, starting the standard troll test… expecting the a/s/l response…

<<VirtuoVoleWhy do you hide from reality so much?>>

The question took her back for a second… this was definitely not a typical troll, and this could potentially be an interesting conversation… but she wasn’t really certain how to respond. The sarcasm that normally would be flowing through her paws didn’t feel like the right response… for some reason, she felt like she needed a better answer.

<<VirtuoVoleSo you try to hide from it instead of changing it?>>

Again, the question made her pause…

<<VirtuoVoleIt doesn’t do much for you, you mean?>>

<huh?>

<<VirtuoVoleAre you saying that anything you do doesn’t affect anyone around you?>> ‘Who is this guy?’ Jacquelyn thought to herself.

<no, I know that it does… you’re right, it just doesn’t do much for me>

<<VirtuoVoleSo what would do something for you?>>

Her thoughts spun in her head, thinking of all the fantasies she had dreamed… different versions of reality, being someone else, anyone else, anywhere else… anything else… But for all her dreams, she was at a loss of how to respond.

<I… honestly don’t know… I just know that I’m not really happy as things are>

<<VirtuoVoleBut you must have dreams… even if they can’t be real. Otherwise why would you be here in the first place?>>

Jacquelyn stared at the screen for a few minutes, trying to decide what to say… slowly, her paws touched at the keys, the letters appearing slowly on the screen, then the words, then the sentences… within a short time, she was rambling away, telling all her hidden dreams to him. Her thoughts poured out onto the screen, as if a cork had been finally removed from the bottle that was her mind. Before she even realized what had happened, she was typing in mid-sentence, lighting the last cigarette from her pack. She looked at the clock and saw that she had been talking for nearly two hours.

<omg… I just looked at the clock, I’ve been rambling a LOT, haven’t I?>

<<VirtuoVole*smiles* Yeah, but you seemed to need it, and I enjoyed hearing about you>>

<*grins* but I still don’t know anything about you…>

<<VirtuoVoleWell then, it’s my turn… give me a minute and I’ll turn on my profile>>

Jacquelyn smiled, delightfully curious to know something about her new friend, thoughts buzzing through her head…

<<VirtuoVoleOkay, it’s set… *grins evilly* Are you sure you want to know?>>

<*nods*> She clicked on his profile again… but a strange screen came up instead of the usual information grid…

<<VirtuoVoleLike I said earlier, I know a few tricks. It’s my version of a profile… *winks* Just follow the instructions on the screen to find out what you want to know…>>

Blackness filled the screen in front of her, aside from the minimized chat window. On both sides of the screen were two small paw prints, and a message flashed on the top of the screen: <Place your paws on the prints while the page is loading to get the full effect>. Jacquelyn giggled… “Must be for some kinky joke…” She sat waiting for a few minutes, but still nothing else was coming up. Deciding to go along with the gag, she placed her paws upon the screen. Two eyes opened just underneath the flashing message, glaring straight at her as the message dissolved. Slowly, the words appeared above them, a single letter at a time… <This is who I am>

Her claws were suddenly sucked into the screen, a gaping mouth appearing across the blackness, teeth half buried in her digits. Jacquelyn shrieked out in terror as she watched the mouth open and close around her paws, pulling them deeper in with each second. Painful tingling sensations swept up her limbs as her paws were suckled deeper into the thing’s jaws, her panicking screams merging with an evil voice coming from the speakers…

<<… but I thought you hated reality, my dear… you wanted this!>>

“STOP! PLEASE!!! IT HURTS!!!!!!” As she screamed out her pleas, her words were echoed in text on the bottom of the screen, mocking her terror. Her paws had been completely engulfed, and there was no sign of slowing as her arms were sinking in, a tongue splashing against the points where her fur touched the screen.

<<… I know, but it will end soon, and then there will never be any more pain… I must say, though, you taste delicious…>> It’s eyes grinned as it’s mocking voice filled her ears.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS???” She pulled back against the screen, and searing shocks of pain shot though her shoulders… the less she pulled, the duller the pain. She could no longer feel her paws at all, no sensation of touch as she tried to frantically wiggle her digits.

<<… its what I do… feeding on useless reality beings who have everything I want but can’t have… and who don’t want it in the first place… users like you have the tastiest memories, and they can fill my data streams for weeks…>>

Her crying eyes watched as her arms were pulled farther into this thing’s gullet, trembling with the horrid realization… her talking about her dreams… just an appetizer for this… this… monster.

“I don’t want to die!” she sobbed out; her arms almost entirely devoured now… the eyes hungrily looking at her shoulders.

<<… pity you didn’t want to live… but the choice was yours… I’d really appreciate it if you’d bend your head forward. You’ll just break your neck if you keep rearing back like that>>

The terror fully gripped on her heart when she realized it could actually see her with those eyes… “AND HELP YOU KILL ME, YOU BASTARD?!?!”

<<… well there’s no need for anger… It’ll be less painful for you that way, but suit yourself…>>

She winced as her breasts touched the screen, the mouth gaping wider to eat every drop of skin that it touched… in her terrified mind, the truth sprang forth… it was right… it would be over sooner… she slowly bent her trembling head down…

Her ears were the first thing to touch… the pain buzzing in them as they sank into the blackness… but the sounds of laughter soon turned to static as more of her head was pulled into the thing’s hungry mouth… she could faintly feel the static in her mind… literally in her brain as it too was absorbed… her thoughts, her memories, her dreams wandering away piece by piece. The dizziness was so fierce that she didn’t even realize when her eyes sank halfway in, her last sight was the flicking tongue on the screen lapping against her pupils… by the time her muzzle was engulfed, she was no longer there…

Slowly, her limp body drew deeper into the monster’s jaws… moans of pleasure mixed with slurping noises echoed from the speakers as her torso slipped in, every inch being savored as it was devoured and downloaded into the thing. Her thighs were hungrily munched and crunched into numbers… followed by the rest of her legs… until all that was left was her tail. The eyes on the screen closed satisfactorily as the mouth shrank around the tail, slurping the last bit in like a piece of spaghetti. Chewing sounds mixed with approving moans softly slipped from the speakers… along with a final small belch…

<<… Mmmmm, such a wonderful taste, a life lived in waste…>>

<<<<<Furdows\xA9 is shutting down…>>>>>

Authors final note: I know; I watched way too much of ‘The Twilight Zone’ when I was younger… *grin*

Added note: I wrote this roughly a year ago… lets just say that my perception of vore has changed since then *grins toothily*