***A guest blog by Ben the Rat***
Though
the relishing of Flesh has been found to be quite Delightful to my
Taste buds, this can only be noted of that which is not of the human
variety. Biting into a sack of mancake and making a mess of the shredded
fatty tissue only seems to allow the stench of Cataclysm in their
bloodstream to hit the air and Produce an aroma that has proven to be
quite repulsive in nature. It makes everything smell like Death. Besides, I
abhor the way human swine tastes upon my tongue.
The only part of a human body that I have ever found to be quite tasty is the Toe nails. The
Rat Chips. I blogged about them before. Delectable snacks these are. This
is largely due to all the impurities of the human conscious being unable
to corrupt these shards that clip into the feet of you Death Machines.
For
the most part,Rats have no issue with eating humans. The taste of the
brawny beef bologne doesn't seem to affect the central nervous systems
of the average vermin gourmet. I just happen to think that humans taste
an awful lot like shit and even though i have waded in the brown river
from time to time, I shall never drink from it.
Rats
can ingest any type of Filth that you can conjure up in your wildest
Buffet plate of an imagination. Not harboring a taste for human flesh is
only a matter of choice, as opposed to a health concern. We're Rats,
remember? Health concern is a contradiction in terms of what it means to
behold the label of Vermin.
I
have no qualms about bones though.Gnawing on them. Using them for
practical purposes. You name it. There is nothing quite as tenderizing as
sucking a sloppy bone dry of the juices and tissue that cling to it
after being extracted from a body cavity or appendage auxiliary.The love
of such a thing is what caused me to have my first and last taste of
human skin. A meal that I would regret whole heartedly afterwards.
Once,
I was in an older apartment building in New York rummaging around
looking for a hot female rat to screw-I was quite horny. I was scurrying
behind the walls trying to keep my little pink toothpick tamed behind
it’s furry wrap, when I heard a perplexing noise coming from one of the
apartments on the other side of the wall.
There
were some sounds mixed in that were all too familiar of human moaning
and panting as I always hear when I run afoul of some of your disgusting
sweaty human mating rituals…. but in addition to that I heard something
that sounded kind of like knives being sharpened… a grinding sound… like
when you slowly rub two sharp objects together. I thought, wow, human
mating going on but with knives involved?? Sounds kinky as hell. I was
more than curious to venture my way closer to the scene.
As
I quietly found my way through a hole that brought me closer to the
action, I was shocked to discover what was happening. It was two stick
figures..... anorexic humans.... having sex.
As
they moved in sickly unison in the throes of a feeble attempt at bliss,
their bones were grinding together making that slicing and clapping
sound. How fucking strange. They really did look like a moving pile of
sticks! The woman’s skin looked so thin. All wrinkled and sinewy.
I
instantly found that my Rat-erection had suddenly given forth into my
stomach growling.The sound and vision of bone upon bone had made me out
of my Rat head with excitement and as well churned my body with hunger
pains. To my dismay I was actually craving for that thin skin. I was imagining
what it would taste like to slurp the slivers of thin flesh down my
throat and to grind my teeth against those sharp human bones. To suck
those tasty veins between my lips like spaghetti, while the warm blood
squirted out in front of me so that I can lap it up enjoyably off of the
floor after-wards (along with any other dirt and grime particles that
may be on the floor at the time that would add a delicious crunchiness
to the plasma).
I was in luck because as I waited and watched their disgusting attempt
to please each other, these two (man-o-rexia and anorexia) screwed
themselves to death. Literally these two objects of nourishment were
handed to me on a rat-a-platter! They were so bony looking that I guess
they seemed pretty close to being dead already when they started to
screw anyway, so it didn't take much to finish them off.
I beckoned to some of my cousins and friends to come and enjoy my
find. So I began to dismantle the banquet while I awaited their arrival.
I started at the head and pulled out all of the woman’s blond hair and set it aside to use in my Rat nest.
Her scraggly ass mane would make an excellent spread for me to lay out on and stroke myself when I'm feeling crazy horny.
Then I stuck my nail under the right eyeball which was blue by the way,
and popped it out… what a nice sound it made…….. a nice wet PLOP!
The
eye had a milky film covering it and I licked around the edges of the
ball and it sent shivers up my furry little legs. I damn near had an
orgasm from the tangy flavoring of the headlight juice. I did the same to
the other eye and then rolled them aside. The eyeballs would make
comfortable additions to my new Rat pad.
Then I sliced around the forehead with my sharp right tooth and peeled
back the facial skin, which glided back with little effort because of
the lack of any sticky facial fat. What a site to see. A face with no
skin… very delightful indeed! The skeletal display looked kind of like
that Joan Rivers lady I had seen once in downtown Hollywood.
I
slurped all the sappy pink extract from the framework and found myself
shuddering from the luscious taste of nearly dried out flesh. It was bit
chomping good. I was in awe of the kick that the fleshy bitterness gave
me as I slurped down each bit of yummy goodness.
Then I moved down to the torso, which I figured would be like sinking
my teeth into the sole of a twisted sandle, only tastier. My main interest
was the skin on the stomach. It
was pulled so taut over the rib cage and looked quite delicious! I sunk
my teeth into the corpses gut and stripped the skin off and sucked the
large shredded ribbon of flesh right down into my throat. I gagged and
let loose a coughing fit from catching a mouthful of cobwebs and dust
that had apparently been the contents of the girls stomach.
With a pint-sized gulp of plasma, I had quenched that dryness in my throat from consuming the dusty hint of flavoring. Then I moved down to the extremely bony knee where I licked it intently
first, then removing the skin, and with all of my strength popped out
the kneecap. A fragment of bone snapped off and shot across the room,
impaling itself into the wall. The remainder of the kneecap was brittle, but I gnawed on it to sharpen
my teeth. The Gnawing of bones does make for some keen-edged choppers.
I then moved down to the feet…….DAMN the toenails were painted!!! Silly Bitches. I had no intention of eating a fruit flavored Rat chip. That would just be disgusting.
Just at that moment the hoard of other Rats arrived to enjoy the picked over scrawny feast. I
stepped away as the Army of furry Filth descended upon the leftover
Bone heavy Buffet. I was beginning to feel bloated and a little light
headed and I had to lay down for a minute to collect myself.
Before
I could set my body downward on its own accord, I dropped to the floor
in a spell of dizzying agitation. I felt a rumbling within me, and it was
at this very moment that I knew something was dreadfully
inappropriate. I had started to panic in my vertigo towards the
floorboards, but here I lay incapacitated in a near state of bewildered
frenzy.
What
had I done? I had eaten human flesh. Something that had, up until this
very moment, completely repulsed me even in the mildest deliberation of
the act. Why did I do this? I had been overtaken by an unhealthy mixture
of being hungry and horny and I lost myself in a moment of delirium.
The floor that I rest upon felt light underneath my body. I began to
shudder from the convulsions and revulsion that overpowered me, and in a
split second of most extreme discomfort my insides expelled their
contents from every orifice. Putrid Rat sludge spilled forth
uncontrollably from my anus and sprayed all over the wall and
floorboards behind me. At the same moment I was vomiting a brew churned
with bile that would nearly solidify itself from the bits of bone matter
that were mixed within.
Rats do not get sick. Vomiting and diarrhea are only things that we
laugh about because they seem to upend and inconvenience humans and cats
on occasion. Yet here I was spewing forth a geyser of each extremity
from opposite ends of the spectrum, out of both mouth and rectum.
The room became silent and void of the slobbering that had been a
feeding frenzy, as all of my Rat pals looked up from their feast and
gazed in awe. The entire side of the room that I was on had been
decorated with gooey spew. Everywhere you looked was a splashing of vomit
or dung. I had made quite a mess.
The moment hung calmly from the tree of incidence and seemed to last
forever as all the Rats gazed in splendor at their sickly comrade, and
in a unified expression of hilarity they all went
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
before diving right back in to their snacking.
Most
rats actually like the taste of a hominal dumpling. Not me though. Never
again. We're all afforded one moment of weakness and with such moments
often come lessons well learned. I would never again taint my digestive
tract with the malodorous spoils of the abomination that is humanoid
meat pies. In fact, I had thought deeply at that very moment as I stuck
to the floor in my own juices about becoming a vegeratian all together.
That was a long time ago. I never stopped being the rabid carnivore that
I have always been. Certain meats can be damn tasty. Human is not one of
them though. Someone once said "HUMAN = SHIT." I can say from firsthand
experience that I have found this to be a most accurate affirmation.
*****Blog reposted from Bentherat blog page. Original post date 9/6/2010*****
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