[Writing] The conscience of the queen [f/fish, soft, fatal]

[10lmessi91]

Warning: describes plausible RL cruelty. Also, takes a long time to get to the action.
Female pred, f/fish, soft, fatal, cruel

Lauren took her conscience seriously. She had turned vegan after watching one too many videos about the reality of what ended up in her belly. Her friends, who subconsciously followed the lead of the confident and articulate Lauren, had started cutting out meat too. Lauren had always found the undercover commercial fishing videos the hardest to watch. There was not even a pretense of humanity in their slow deaths.
No, Lauren took her conscience seriously, and she was proud of it and proud that she wouldn't contribute to any of that barbarism.

Pride, though, is only part of the story. She would never admit it to others - The Cause was too important- but her new diet had depleted her energy, made her just a little paler, thinner. A doctor confirmed her worst fears - missing micronutrients... found most easily in fish. She could barely listen while he reeled off a long list of seafood she should be eating. What would she do??? Going back to the sushi restaurants she used to love, years ago ... no. (though the memory of the sushi made her salivate just a tiny bit). No! Lauren took her conscience seriously after all. If someone had to die for her to thrive, she would make sure it wasn't as terrible as those nightmarish videos...She would catch her own food.

Youtube delivered. So many people with fishing tutorials. And, happily for her, they all released the fish they caught. A few seconds of discomfort, really, before the fish are back home, mostly undamaged. And there is this really articulate vegan angler! Someone Lauren would have rolled her eyes at a week ago, eloquently speaking about the harsh reality of deaths in nature and the humaneness of a quick kill. It really wasn't so bad... maybe. Hopefully. The rods and reels, lures, those vicious hooks, and that deadly knife, they piled up in a dark, shameful corner of her closet.

Lauren gathered her things. She was only leaving her own apartment, but she snuck out as though hiding from the world. A perfect secluded spot on a lake. The bright plastic lure danced around in the water, but the fish weren't attracted. She felt bored and honestly a little relieved. She could live without the vitamins for a week. Her little misadventure was ending.

She was ready to leave when a passing fisherman eyed her setup and immediately told her the problem - the bait! Artificial lures were never a substitute for the real deal. Oh god. Now she could barely hear him or even think clearly. Live baiting - where a small fish is impaled on the hook to attract a bigger one - was pure horror. But her confidence had left her. She couldn't explain that no, she was actually vegan, she just wanted to catch one fish to eat, not harm any others. The logic sounded crazy even in her head!

The helpful old man - the cruel monster, actually - had already gone, leaving behind a small bucket of minnows, small silver fish, darting around. Were they aware of what their usual fate was? They shouldn't worry, they are dealing with famously kind Lauren. She realised she had been staring at them for a while. Her hand entered the bucket. She was just saying hi to the fishies, though of course they instinctively swam away. A bit miffed now, she quickly gripped one and yanked him out of the water to get a better look. She could feel his heart beating, see his gills gasping, his mouth moving, could even hear his tiny tail flapping against the side of her hand. Her surroundings melted away, her whole world was this fish's every movement. Her nausea, her brain fog, her doubt, her diffidence, all lifted. She had the cosmic power of life and death in her palm, and it thrilled her. Her famous conscience was resisting this exhilarating power about as well as the fish was escaping her fist.

Oh yes, that fish. Her fingers opened just a little as she moved it into position. She wondered what her prey thought was happening. Was she opening her fingers to let it go? Could it see its destination, that shiny pointy hook? Did it even realise that the fingers that held it were living things? She hoped it did, though she couldn't articulate why. Hm, speculation would have to wait. She concentrated on putting that sharp hook through the top of its back. Of course, she was a natural at this. The fish protested with a more energetic dance. She smiled at her victim's cute way of showing desperation and lowered it into the lake. That irritating conscience of hers was dismissed with a few phrases - perfectly legal, commonplace, even encouraged! Get with the times!

As she waited for a fish to bite, she took another look at those minnows. Fish, possibly nutritious fish...She knew what the sorority girls routinely did to fish this size (in a past life, something she had protested against). If she needs fish nutrients, why wait, why not these fish?
Again her hand went into the bucket, though this time there was nothing shy or friendly about it. Again that wriggling living thing was out of breath in her palm. She locked eyes with her victim. Was it trying to tell her to let it go? Not really a request worthy of Lauren. She had already put the fish, head first, into her mouth. Its small weak body flailed against her tongue, hitting the roof of her mouth. She closed her lips, letting the end of the tail stick out, barely visible under her nose. This was control! And it was fun! She watched and felt the tail wiggle around in the air. Her mouth opened - the fish is seeing light for the last time ever, she realised with amusement - her head tilted back. The fish fought, just a bit, at her throat, but gravity and soon her throat muscles overpowered it. It kept protesting all the way down, even into her stomach... Poor fishy, this wasn't a good way to go. But it was unclear to Lauren why she should bother about that. She needed nutrients, and had found an efficient way to absorb them.

It was only 5 minutes later that a persistent pull let her know that the bait fish had served its purpose. This part she was prepared for. A beautiful streak of pink and silver emerged from its sanctuary. A rainbow trout, a real fighter, its muscular body flapping hard against the grass. This sound was beautiful to her. As though she had been doing this her whole life, she expertly removed the hook from its mouth. It lay at her feet, taking a moment to rest from its flopping (such an amusingly visual way to struggle!), but she noticed the mouth and gills were still moving frantically. The same feeling of power coursed through her. She could let him back in the soothing water. She could end its life in an instant. Or maybe she could even draw it out... Lauren was the monarch of this small slice of the animal kingdom, and her subject would accept her verdicts. As she went to fetch her knife, she felt, for the first time, that old nuisance of a conscience rear its head. For the love of god Lauren, please at least make it quick and relatively painless. She relented to the minimal demand.

The return of her conscience meant the return of her general senses. There were things in the world other than her kingdom, her victims and herself...other humans enjoying this idyllic lake. And among them... No. It couldn't be. In the distance was Claire, her most fervent vegan convert. Vague memories of her past life flooded in. This was not good. She had an image to live up to, she was the girl with a conscience. Claire cannot be allowed to see the minnows in the bucket, most of all, she cannot see that helpless trout. This is exactly when the Lauren of a few hours ago would have panicked. Not any more.

She lifted the trout by its gills, the most painful but also most effective hold for the fish, something she had once assumed she would never do. She zipped opened her jacket and forced the writhing mass under her tight shirt. She calmly turned her attenti...oh .. wow. The trout's desperate body was now dancing directly against her skin. She felt that familiar exhilaration of domination, and realised that it contained more than a hint of arousal. She would have to hold it together while Claire made her slow approach. The fish beat its tail against the bottom of her breast, and she could feel its wet gills open and close on her belly. Ugh, how dare you touch and spoil ME and MY body. Well, I get to experience your helpless last breaths, so it's not that bad a deal... The fish struggled to move against the tightness of her shirt, it's form hidden only by her oversized jacket. She wanted to feel more of that struggle... Focus, Lauren. The bucket and the minnows. Get rid of those before Claire gets here.

Again the solution was natural and obvious. The bucket was small, there couldn't have been more than 6 or 8 minnows left in it. Easy. She raised it to her lips and let the water and the very ignorant fish flow directly into her mouth. Nothing registered...until she felt that familiar doomed flopping at the top of her throat. A lot of jerky movement...all in a neat column, moving down, still alive... And then a new thrill. Feeling the last gasps of the trout on the outside, and the hopeless struggle of the minnows from the inside. Oh Lauren. This memory was going to keep her going for a while.


She had taken care of the mess. Claire arrived and congratulated her for sabotaging someone's fishing trip by freeing all their live bait, and Lauren smiled in response. Claire had no idea that Lauren's smile was because there was a sudden twitch, after a long calm, from her stomach. Keep up the fight. I like my prey feisty.


Epilogue: a year later.

Lauren is a confident and articulate girl with a strong conscience. Her friends understand her medical need to eat fish, and admire her for not taking the easy way out and going back to sushi restaurants. Lauren is so strong to carry out through the unpleasant ritual of death herself! And, she has shown how connected with nature she is by keeping a neat goldfish aquarium at home. Even though she has to eat some fish, these pets are treated so well, it makes up for her diet! Fishing gear can be seen all over her house, and they have learnt to respect her openness and honesty about her lifestyle. They can see how well her diet works - her days of being tired, pale and frail are over, she is visibly replenished by what she consumes.

Her friends do have some unanswered questions though. Why doesn't she ever invite them to her fishing trips? And why does she need to stock her aquarium with new fish so often...?

[iliketoread]

That was a really entertaining read, your technical ability and flow is fantastic. You should open a gallery on Ekas, because I would totally follow your work. Let me know if you ever do lol.

[10lmessi91]

That was a really entertaining read, your technical ability and flow is fantastic. You should open a gallery on Ekas, because I would totally follow your work. Let me know if you ever do lol.

Thanks! It's my first time writing, basically threw everything I like into one story lol.

[atak]

Very fun story! I loved it a lot with your focus on life and death, and how the fish were dying for her. How she felt pleased and even aroused about it, and all the detail on how cruel, or not, each fate is. Lucky minnows getting to go into her stomach! Can only guess if other prey will find themselves inside her, things that might be able to survive a while longer and all. Do hope to see more like this from you!

[10lmessi91]

thanks for the positive feedback @atak! i think the way this story is set up, you can imagine her trying more exotic prey as she gets less inhibited...but that's not for me lol. i'm very attached to fish as the prey.

[10lmessi91]

A continuation of "the conscience of the queen" (above).
Similar themes, slightly different vore. Dedicated to alisabluebird, master of the genre.

Consumed By Her Activism

Leo, Chair of the local vegan society, wasn't sure what to make of Lauren. She was a diligent activist at almost all their pickets and protests. She spoke with real emotion about the plight of factory-farmed pigs. And, he had to admit, having such a sexy campaigner was a quick way to gain new converts. Come for the ass, stay for the donkey rescue?
But now, for the third time running, she had invented a terrible excuse ("I'm meditating"???) to avoid an anti-seafood protest. And he distinctly saw a smirk on her face when she listened to a talk on fish sentience.

If Lauren was to be Leo's successor as Chair, he needed to make sure everything, yes, even fish, were going to be protected during her tenure. It felt icky, but he was going to personally skip the seafood protest and investigate her "meditation".
She emerged from her house and put some heavy-duty camping equipment in her car, and he followed her into an increasingly secluded forested area. Maybe she liked her meditation really, really lonely?  She finally turned off the road and stopped near a gorgeous brook. This was a hidden natural stream, where the Society- with Lauren at the forefront- had successfully pushed for a fishing ban to protect the native trout population. 

To his horror he realised that she wasn't carrying camping equipment - she now held a fishing rod! What could she possibly be doing!? His nausea came back, powered now by dread rather than guilt. 

A tank with many small fish swimming inside was the next item from her bag of horrors. With nonchalant ease, she picked a fish up, held it for a second - he thought he saw a hint of a smile - and pierced its back and tail with her hook. My god Lauren! That's barbaric - beyond my worst nightmares! But she wasn't done yet, and he needed to know how deep this ran. Or maybe he was too scared of confrontation with an increasingly assured-looking Lauren, or maybe he felt running away would attract her attention? Either way, he carried on watching from the bushes. 

Five minutes later, a wild trout had surrendered to its instincts and swallowed Lauren's wounded, tempting minnow bait - and the hook with it. The fight was trivially easy for her. A beautifully coloured fish emerged on the pebbled banks, and immediately started flopping and jumping against the rocks. Its eyes were looking up at Lauren's, perhaps its futile gill and mouth gasps were how the fish begged its captors for oxygen. Surely this is when she relented? Showed some mercy, released the fish? She walked up to it, and, again, like with the minnow, held it in her hands for a few seconds, faint smile forming. The hook came out, and... there was no release. Almost in tears, Leo watched her put the trout in a shallow bucket, its top fin visible above the water. It occasionally thrashed around in the clearly inadequate water, getting Lauren's attention - which brought no relief, just a broadening smile.

Leo couldn't take it any more. He was about to turn around when she hooked, and swiftly landed, a second, smaller, trout... Well, he couldn't not watch now. Perhaps, subconsciously, he was still hoping that the familiar, compassionate, Lauren would reveal herself.

Well, Lauren did reveal herself - in a much more literal sense. Out went the clothes. All that was left was a desperate struggling trout- and Lauren, who looked imperious and confident in a way Leo had never seen before. Not that he could pay much attention to her expression or body language - she was gorgeous.
Still, after what he had seen, he wasn't remotely turned on, just morbidly curious. He had seen a lot of PETA undercover fishing videos, but none of them had a naked girl - what happens next here??

This fish hadn't reached the temporary relief of her bucket. Her hand enveloped the fish's torso, and she brought it near her face. It repeated its futile routine, opening and closing its nonfunctional mouth and gills, flapping its tail against her wrist, but again this only increased her smile. She gave out a low moan as it wriggled, still in her grasp. Leo had to admit he was slightly turned on now, though he couldn't tell why. Was it Lauren's undeniably perfect body? Sure - but it was also what Lauren was doing to her captive. Yuck! Well, after this shameful arousal, he would tell nobody about what happened here, he'd stop her perverted evil some other way.

She left the exhausted fish on the floor, and now lay down ahead of it. Leo could hardly believe his eyes- her lubed fingers opened her asshole, and she poured cold water in there. What on earth... The fish was quite still as one hand picked it up, and made it face her cavernous opening. Her warm, enticing, mysterious.. No! Don't think that! 
He saw the fish's blameless face disappear into the chasm, a pause as Lauren readjusted her body - and a fight! The fish was thrashing around, the tail was suddenly beating again, and almost all of the fish and a bunch of water was expelled by her clenched asshole. She held it firmly with both hands - perhaps its petulance was being punished by her using her nails - she mastered its hopeless oscillations, as she smoothly shoved the trout directly into her ass. Its tail - energetically waving out at the world - was the last Leo or anyone saw of the fish. 

Lauren was moaning, fingering herself, but with one hand always on her belly. Nobody could see the fish's fight any more, but Lauren had the unique pleasure of feeling its thrashing, its flailing, and eventually, its resigned attempts to breathe in the warm, sticky, very private grave she had created.

It was time for Leo to leave. He was rock hard, but he had to get out quickly, without her ever realising he was there. He started an awkward, undignfied shuffle to his car, when he felt something cold and icky on his neck.

"Have fun with it!" It was a small live baitfish. "Mine's still kicking a bit, fish are tougher than you'd think. And that water I put in earlier prolongs his journey inside me."

By the time he turned around, she had locked eyes with her first trout of the day, still alive in its bucket. "My house, noon tomorrow. You know Leo, there's more than one orifice these guys fit in... and the next Chair of the vegan society will teach you all about them."