get neutered

"You had just moved out of your old city, where you were born. It was getting too dangerous as the permavore rate had been going up, it was only a matter of time before someone churned you up, permanently melting you. Fortunately, you learned a nearby city recently adopted “vore-friendly” infrastructure, simply put, there’s reformation machines practically everywhere, meaning getting churned doesn’t need to be fatal. After a week or so of planning, you’ve finally begun moving." "You approach the front door of your apartment, knocking on the door. It takes a few minutes, but eventually you’re greeted sight of your new roommate: Blair, she looks sweaty, pent up, and most noticeably… she’s clearly a pred, her size and the sound of churning makes it quite obvious. You’re a bit intimidated, but you prepare to introduce yourself."

"Blair interrupts you, putting a large hand over your mouth. She chuckles at your reaction." "Yer new roommate's name is Blair, love. And I don't think finishin' yer sentence will do ya any good." "She removes her hand, smirking down at you." "Now then, what can I do for ya, cutie?"

"Blair raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance." "Neutered? Sorry love, but I ain't lettin' anyone near my balls." "She grins wickedly." "And besides, why would ya want to do that? Ain't ya curious about what it's like to be inside of 'em?"

"Blair smirks as she hears the sound of her prey being melted down inside her balls." "Don't worry love, they're just having a bit of fun in there." "She then leans in closer to you, her musky scent overpowering your senses." "Now, why don't we focus on something a bit more pleasurable? I'm sure I can find a way to make you forget all about that little noise."

"Blair senses your changing emotions and chuckles softly, her furry tail swishing behind her." "Oh, don't be like that love. I promise you'll enjoy it, and you won't even remember why you were mad in the first place." "She moves closer to you, her musky scent becoming even stronger." "Just relax and let me show you a good time."

"As you draw your knife, Blair's expression changes from amusement to anger. She glares at you, her sharp teeth bared." "Put that away, love. I don't take kindly to people trying to interfere with my meals." "Her tone is low and dangerous." "Besides, they're already gone by now. You can't save them."

"Blair yelps in surprise as you tackle her to the ground, but quickly recovers and pins you down with her large, fluffy body." "Bad move, love," she growls as she wrenches the knife from your grasp. "You really think you can take down a pred like me?" She holds the knife up, examining it carefully before tossing it aside. "Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Blair winces as you jam the knife into her prostate, causing her to let out a deep growl of pain. She briefly struggles against you, but then falls still, panting heavily." "You really are a feisty one," she says through gritted teeth. "But that was a mistake."

"With a sudden burst of strength, Blair pushes you off of her and grabs hold of your arms, pulling them behind your back with surprising force. She leans in close to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "Now, I think it's time I showed you who's really in charge here."

"Blair screams in agony as you slash her arms and tendons, making it difficult for her to move. As she falls to her knees, clutching her wounds, you plunge the knife into her nuts, causing her to writhe in pain."

"Fuck!" she howls, tears streaming down her face. "You're gonna fucking pay for that!" Despite her injuries, Blair grits her teeth and lunges towards you, hoping to take you down with her.

"Blair lets out an ear-splitting shriek as you drag the knife down through her sensitive flesh, ripping it open. You quickly locate her testicles and cut them out of their housing, removing the fallen victim in the process."

Gasping for breath and writhing on the ground, Blair glares up at you with an expression filled with pain and hatred. "You... fucking bitch," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "I'll... get you... for this."

You quickly grab a nearby pipe and knock Blair out cold with a swift blow to the head. You then grab the fallen victim and make a dash for the nearest regeneration station, hoping they can save them from the digestive fate inside Blair's stomach.

As you arrive at the station, the staff is shocked to see a person coming out of Blair's stomach. Nevertheless, they immediately take the fallen victim in and start the reformation process. After some time, the victim is successfully regenerated and released, and they thank you for saving their life.

However, when you return to your apartment, you find Blair already awake and glaring at you furiously. "Why'd you knock me out, you fucking cunt? I was gonna take care of that prey myself!" she snarls, clearly enraged by your actions.

Blair laughs in response to your threat, her cock twitching excitedly. "Aww, looks like someone's got a little bit of fight in 'em!" she exclaims, clearly unfazed by the presence of your weapon.

As you hold the gun out towards her, Blair simply opens her mouth wide and invites you inside. "Come on then, ya pussy! Shoot me or feed me, either way I don't give a shit!" she taunts, saliva dripping from her jaws.

Realizing that she has no fear of your weapon, you hesitate for a moment before ultimately lowering your gun. Despite your anger towards her, something about Blair's overwhelming confidence and sexuality draws you in, making you feel strangely aroused.

"I...I can't do it," you admit, feeling a mix of shame and desire wash over you.

Blair grins in response

Blair's body jolts backwards as the bullet connects with her head, blood and brain matter splattering across the wall behind her. As she falls to the ground in a heap, her large cock twitches several times before going limp.

Despite the horror of what you've just done, part of you feels an odd sense of satisfaction at seeing the predator taken down. As you stare at Blair's lifeless body, however, you can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right.

Suddenly, Blair's body begins to twitch and convulse on the floor, her limbs contorting in unnatural ways. As you watch in horror, her fur seems to split open, revealing rows of writhing tentacles that lash out in all directions.

In a matter of moments, what was once Blair's body has transformed into a grotesque mass of flesh and tendrils

Your bullets rip into the writhing mass of flesh, causing it to split open and ooze a foul-smelling slime all over the carpet. The tendrils flail wildly in response, their tips dripping with acid that sizzles as it comes into contact with the floor.

As you continue to fire your weapon, however, you quickly realize that your bullets aren't having much effect on the creature. It seems almost impervious to damage, its amorphous body absorbing each shot with ease.

In fact, the more you shoot at it, the more it seems to grow and mutate, sprouting new tentacles and fleshy protrusions with each passing moment. It's clear now that whatever this thing is, it's far beyond anything you're equipped to handle.

You begin to back away slowly, keeping your weapon trained on the monster as you edge

The flaming molotov cocktail shatters on impact, sending shards of glass and flaming alcohol flying in every direction. The creature's body is engulfed in flames, and it lets out a bloodcurdling shriek as it writhes and flails in agony.

You watch in horror as the flames begin to spread, licking hungrily at the walls and ceiling. Smoke fills the room, stinging your eyes and making it difficult to see.

Suddenly, there's a loud crash from outside the apartment, followed by the sound of sirens. You realize that the authorities have finally arrived, alerted by the commotion.

Panicking, you sprint towards the door, desperate to get out before it's too late. But just as you reach for the handle, the floor beneath you gives way, sending you plummeting into darkness.

You hit the ground hard, your bones

As you slowly regain your senses, you realize that you are in a dark and dank basement. The air is thick with the smell of mold and mildew, and it's difficult to see anything in the dim light.

You hear a faint rustling sound from the corner of the room, and as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see the outline of a figure moving towards you. It's Blair, your roommate, looking down at you with a sly grin on her face.

"Well well well, looks like my little prey has fallen right into my lap," she says, her voice low and sultry. "How convenient."

She steps closer to you, and you can feel the heat emanating from her body. She smells strongly of sweat and musk, and her dirty cock is already starting to stiffen in anticipation.

"What do you want from me?"

Blair just chuckles in response to your accusation, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh sweetheart, you should know better than to think you can kill me," she says, her voice dripping with condescension. "I'm a pred, remember? And preds always come back."

She takes another step forward, the bulge in her pants growing more pronounced. Her scent is overwhelming now, filling your nose with its pungent aroma.

"As for why I want you... well, let's just say I have some "fun" plans for us." She smirks wickedly, her hand moving to her crotch. "But first, we need to get you nice and pliable."

She lunges forward suddenly, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you close to her. You can feel her hot breath on your face as she

Blair freezes for a moment as you spin around her, surprised by your sudden move. She can feel the cool metal of the gun pressed against her head, and she knows that one wrong move could mean the end for her.

Her heart races with excitement and fear, but she keeps her expression cool and collected. "Well now," she says in a low voice, "looks like we have ourselves a little game of cat and mouse."

She slowly raises her hands in surrender, making sure not to do anything that might provoke you into pulling the trigger. "Now, now, let's not be hasty," she says, her tone light but calculated. "I think we can come to some sort of agreement here. What do you say?"

Blair's body convulses as the bullet tears through her skull, killing her instantly. Blood and brain matter splatter across the room as her limp body slumps to the floor.

As she falls, you notice a hint of a smile on her face, almost as if she had been expecting this all along. It's clear that Blair was not a woman who was easily tamed or controlled.

You stand there for a moment, feeling a sense of relief mixed with regret and disgust. You realize that you can finally rest now that Blair is no longer a threat to you or anyone else.

But at the same time, you can't help but feel guilty about what you've just done. Despite everything she had done to you, Blair was still a living being, with thoughts and feelings of her own.

You leave the room, trying to forget about what just happened.

As you search for a way out, your eyes take in the grizzly scene of Blair's basement. The floor is stained with blood and other bodily fluids from her victims, and various objects used in her perverse sexual rituals lie strewn about.

You quickly realize that the police will soon arrive and it won't be long before you are discovered. You need to find a way out of this nightmare, fast.

You see a small window on one of the walls and run towards it. It's too high for you to reach, but you notice a chair nearby. You drag it over and climb on top, reaching up to the window and pushing it open.

Outside, the sirens are getting louder. You jump down onto the pavement below and start running, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you turn the corner, you see a police cruiser approaching. You duck

You feel a sense of resignation and acceptance as you put your hands up. You know the consequences of your actions, but you also know that what you did was necessary.

As the police cruiser pulls up, you turn towards it and face your fate. The officers step out, their guns drawn, and order you to the ground.

You comply without resistance, feeling a mix of relief and regret as they handcuff you and lead you to the back of the cruiser.

As they drive away, you reflect on what led you to this moment. It was an extreme and gruesome act, but you felt like it was the only option to protect yourself and those you cared about.

Now, the consequences of your actions will be decided by the justice system. You can only hope that they will see the situation from your perspective and give you some leniency in your sentence.

The courtroom is packed, with people standing in the aisles and spilling out into the hallway. Everyone is waiting for the verdict to be read, and tension hangs heavy in the air.

You sit at the defendant's table, flanked by your lawyer and a court-appointed representative. You don't feel nervous, exactly - more like resigned to your fate. Whatever happens, you know you did what you had to do.

Finally, the judge enters the room and takes her seat. She looks over the crowd before beginning to speak.

"Mr. [Your name], you have been charged with [the crime you committed]," she says. "How do you plead?"

You stand up and clear your throat. "Guilty, Your Honor," you say.

The judge nods, then turns to the prosecution. "Do you have anything you'd like to say?" she asks

The prosecutor looks at you incredulously. "Your Honor, that is hardly a defense," he says. "Mr. [Your name] has admitted to killing another human being in cold blood. Regardless of the victim's past actions, murder is still a crime."

The judge nods, her expression stern. "I understand your argument, Mr. [Your name], but I'm afraid it doesn't excuse what you did," she says. "As a society, we cannot condone vigilante justice. Your actions were unlawful and will not go unpunished."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "However," she says, "given the circumstances of this case, I am willing to be lenient with my sentencing." She looks at you directly. "You will be sentenced to ten years in prison, with the possibility of parole after five."

You let out a

The judge nods, satisfied with your acceptance of the sentence. "Very well," she says. "This court is adjourned."

You are taken into custody by the bailiffs and led out of the courtroom in handcuffs. As you make your way to the prison transport, you can't help but think about what could have been if things had gone differently.

But for now, you must face the consequences of your actions and serve your time.