Bulleta's Last Stand
By Misterebony
Dedicated to all Darkstalker fans and all who hate BB Hood
Bulleta was getting cocky. As an S-Class hunter, she had killed more monsters than any other hunter around. Of course, most of the monsters she killed were children, but it did not matter. Monsters were monsters, and to her they all had to die. Oh how some of them pleaded... It made her giggle thinking about it!
Now she was on the hunt again, for the wolf Jon Talbain. She smiled as she looked into her bag of 'goddies', which contained apple grenades, some molotov cocktails, a mine or two, and her dog, shot and stuffed by Bulleta herself. After all, the dog was spending all his time hiding from the fighting. What a worthless freak! At least now he was useful, stuffed with TNT as he was. She chuckled as she skipped along, a tasty looking prey for a monster in her eyes. After all, what monster could resist something that looked so innocent?
As she skipped along, she heard something in the trees around her. She had wandered into the woods to find Talbain and kill him, and she was getting the feeling he was close. She sung a little as she skipped like an innocent little girl, hoping to lure the wolf in.
"Hello there, Little Red Riding Bitch." a gruff voice said. Baby Bonnie Hood, aka Bulleta, aka BB Hood chuckled. She recognized the voice as her target: Talbain.
"Well, afraid to try and catch me Mr. Wolf? I'm just an innocent little girl after all!"
"Hardly." The voice said. The hunter listened closely as she pulled out her favorite weapon: a UZI. She turned about to find her prey, smiling as she did, but that smile was quickly wiped away when she made full circle. For there, right in front of her, was Jon. His silver and white fur blew in a sudden breeze, and he was grinning at Bulleta. He had the right to, He had taken her by suprise and was a full foot taller than her.
"How did...?" the hunter asked, but she did not finish. "Ah who cares, eat silver bullets!" She opened fire with her UZI, the wolf leaping into the air. BB Hood dropped her basket so she could better grip the UZI and keep it steady, firing for all her worth at the wolf. One clip went empty and in popped another. rounds piled up around her as the wolf weaved and dodged all about her.
Finally, the gunfire ceased as the wolf charged her headlong, knocking her off of her feet. She tried to reach for her basket, but the wolf got there first, tossing it into the woods.
"Next time, aim." The wolf said. "But then again, there will not be a next time." He pounced her, and she tried to roll out of the way. But the wolf was clever, and was able to anticipate her movement, pinning her under his strong paws, his teeth right in her face. He was tempted to just eat her raw, right here... but he decided not to.
"Had enough?" He asked. Bulleta glared at him with a steadfast look, eager to get away but wanting to kill Jon first. "Apparently not. neither have I myself, I could use a bite to eat. and since you look like red riding hood and I like the big bad wolf, guess who I will eat?"
Bulleta hmphed. "If you think you will sink your teeth into me freak, you got another thing coming." She lifted her leg, her aim true as it smacked into Jon's groin. He went wide eyed for a moment, grasping his package, letting Bulleta escape. But Jon knew she would not get far. After all, without her guns and toys, she was, after all, just another bratty girl.
And brats are treats to EVERYTHING in this forest!
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Bulleta soon realized her luck had run out herself when she saw the trees reaching for her. Her skills allowed her to dodge and weave through the forest, but she knew she had to find shelter or she was finished. After some time, she saw what she was looking for: a large cave. With a confident grin, she ran into it, the trees unable to reach her.
"Ha! Those big sticks can't get me!" She said, smiling as she turned... and was wide eyed.
Jon was standing right there, sipping some red wine, a table set for a fancy dinner. She saw the plat was big enough for her to lie on, and knew she had ran right into his home... and worse, he was waiting for her!
"Well, would this be considered room service?" He chuckled, sipping more wine. "Now, I caught you fair and square now. Show the honor of your post and just surrender, and I PROMISE you will not get hurt."
"Go stick your thing in a blender." Bulleta said, brandishing her UZI... but when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. She soon saw why as she checked the clip.
"Out of ammo?" Jon asked, walking over slowly, a large pole in hand. She went wide eyed and realized that there was no escape now. She would either be wolf food or tree food, and of the two at least the wolf was somewhat.... less freakish.
"Alright! I surrender!" Bulleta said with a groan. But Jon grabbed her feircely, bringing out his claws.
"Too late." He said, slashing her clothes. She screamed in fright as he did. "That is for the young vampire children you strangled." He lifted her up, stripping her of even her panties, her eyes wide as he threw her over his shoulder. "That was for the cat men you hanged, even after they were found innocent."
Bulleta screamed and struiggled, but Talbains grip was powerful. She was tossed roughly onto a makeshift counter made of stone, and Talbain quickly set to work tying her tioght to the spit. "Remind you of something? Those wiccan you burned at the stake, even though they saved some of your friends?!"
"STOP IT!" Bulleta screamed. "THEY WERE FREAKS! MONSTERS!"
"No Bulleta." Jon said, seasoning her meat with ground spices and smearing on some rich sauce. "You are the monster. You even killed a litter of wolf pups just because you thought they were werewolves, and killed your own dog because he wanted to stop the hunts. Now, your terrorism is at an end." He carried her back into the main room, the fireplace at the far end blazing. Carefully, the pole was placed in a rack over the fire. As Bulleta screamed in complaint about the heat, a ripe apple was thrust into her mouth. She moaned and wriggled, the pain she delt now being paid back. Slowly she realized her evil, but it was far too late. As Jon turned her over the spit, she tried to focus on hating the werewolf, but the more she turned the harder it got, and she was fading into uinconsciousness.
"Now Bulleta Hood, you see why I have such a big pole, and such a big fire." He said with a chuckle. "All the better to cook you with. And these teeth?" He showed his fangs to her slowly fading face. "All the better to eat you with. But the best is that sauce you are cooking in." He smiled and sniffed it, licking his lips. "All the better to make you tasty. And the herbs are all the better to make sure you stay alive to the end, able to feel every bite and tear. And why did I do all this?"
Bulleta knew, and hearing it made it all the worse.
"All to punish you for taking innocent lives."
She moaned in pain as she cooked, as she would for hours. The pain became hard for her to deal with, and she tried to force it out, but there was no hope of that.
But when she had finished cooking, the worse was yet to come. With every bite and tear of her roasted flesh, with every time a slice of her rump was carved off or a breast chopped away, with every cut, bite, and tear, the pain was magnified. Too late she realized a very true fact however.
This was nothign compared to the lives she took, and how. But it was too late. The wolf ate and ate at her, severing her legs and eating them like corn on the cob until only the bone was left, chopping her hands off and making them into a sandwich, with a brest between them, Eating out her insides bit by bit, with her intestines slurped out like a long peice of spagetti...
All culminating to the last bit of her. The head. Jon looked at her and saw the look in her eyes, afraid for her life, repentent, wanting to live. Jon smiled at seeing that.
"Now... I have what I want. You have been sufficently punished. But now I intended to keep you Bulleta." He smiled and dripped some of a potion on her bones. Slowly, they assembled into a skeleton, and her body began to reform. "You have a friend of mine to thank for this. But do not expect to be a hunter anymore. I plan on makiing you something more... suitable."
She looked up as soon as her neck grew back, and went wide eyed as she saw her body covered with reddish fur, a tail sticking between her legs. She realized that she was slowly but surely turning into a were creature herself, but NOT a werewolf. No, she would be a wereFOX! She screamed in fright at this turn of events, knowing now she had no escape.
As her nose elongated and she grew pointed ears, she felt she was given a fate worse than death.
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Months later, Talbain was humping a werefox in his chamber, groaning in arousal as the two rolled in the pile of rabbit fur skins, sexing one another. He let out a howl as he shot into her, once more cumming inside her. His tounge hung out and he smiled at his mate, her eyes wide with pleasure, her neck collared, her collar chained to the wall.
Talbain smiled, never telling Bulleta the OTHER effect of that potion. She would forget her past. FOrget what she was. Bulleta, in a sense, was dead, eaten alive on that table. But in her place was Lil' Red, his new mate and slave for the rest of her life. She may have looked young, but she was actually his age.
All the better. She was quite gifted.
"Now Red." Talbain said, standing up. "Again."
Red whimpered some, seeing his cock, and took it into her mouth. Talbain chuckled as she did, smiling at his power over her.
"I win." He whispered, moaning as he began to get a blowjob.
THE END
(Well, it was either this or have Bulleta beheaded, and I am not much good with beheading scenes.)
By Misterebony
Dedicated to all Darkstalker fans and all who hate BB Hood
Bulleta was getting cocky. As an S-Class hunter, she had killed more monsters than any other hunter around. Of course, most of the monsters she killed were children, but it did not matter. Monsters were monsters, and to her they all had to die. Oh how some of them pleaded... It made her giggle thinking about it!
Now she was on the hunt again, for the wolf Jon Talbain. She smiled as she looked into her bag of 'goddies', which contained apple grenades, some molotov cocktails, a mine or two, and her dog, shot and stuffed by Bulleta herself. After all, the dog was spending all his time hiding from the fighting. What a worthless freak! At least now he was useful, stuffed with TNT as he was. She chuckled as she skipped along, a tasty looking prey for a monster in her eyes. After all, what monster could resist something that looked so innocent?
As she skipped along, she heard something in the trees around her. She had wandered into the woods to find Talbain and kill him, and she was getting the feeling he was close. She sung a little as she skipped like an innocent little girl, hoping to lure the wolf in.
"Hello there, Little Red Riding Bitch." a gruff voice said. Baby Bonnie Hood, aka Bulleta, aka BB Hood chuckled. She recognized the voice as her target: Talbain.
"Well, afraid to try and catch me Mr. Wolf? I'm just an innocent little girl after all!"
"Hardly." The voice said. The hunter listened closely as she pulled out her favorite weapon: a UZI. She turned about to find her prey, smiling as she did, but that smile was quickly wiped away when she made full circle. For there, right in front of her, was Jon. His silver and white fur blew in a sudden breeze, and he was grinning at Bulleta. He had the right to, He had taken her by suprise and was a full foot taller than her.
"How did...?" the hunter asked, but she did not finish. "Ah who cares, eat silver bullets!" She opened fire with her UZI, the wolf leaping into the air. BB Hood dropped her basket so she could better grip the UZI and keep it steady, firing for all her worth at the wolf. One clip went empty and in popped another. rounds piled up around her as the wolf weaved and dodged all about her.
Finally, the gunfire ceased as the wolf charged her headlong, knocking her off of her feet. She tried to reach for her basket, but the wolf got there first, tossing it into the woods.
"Next time, aim." The wolf said. "But then again, there will not be a next time." He pounced her, and she tried to roll out of the way. But the wolf was clever, and was able to anticipate her movement, pinning her under his strong paws, his teeth right in her face. He was tempted to just eat her raw, right here... but he decided not to.
"Had enough?" He asked. Bulleta glared at him with a steadfast look, eager to get away but wanting to kill Jon first. "Apparently not. neither have I myself, I could use a bite to eat. and since you look like red riding hood and I like the big bad wolf, guess who I will eat?"
Bulleta hmphed. "If you think you will sink your teeth into me freak, you got another thing coming." She lifted her leg, her aim true as it smacked into Jon's groin. He went wide eyed for a moment, grasping his package, letting Bulleta escape. But Jon knew she would not get far. After all, without her guns and toys, she was, after all, just another bratty girl.
And brats are treats to EVERYTHING in this forest!
*******************
Bulleta soon realized her luck had run out herself when she saw the trees reaching for her. Her skills allowed her to dodge and weave through the forest, but she knew she had to find shelter or she was finished. After some time, she saw what she was looking for: a large cave. With a confident grin, she ran into it, the trees unable to reach her.
"Ha! Those big sticks can't get me!" She said, smiling as she turned... and was wide eyed.
Jon was standing right there, sipping some red wine, a table set for a fancy dinner. She saw the plat was big enough for her to lie on, and knew she had ran right into his home... and worse, he was waiting for her!
"Well, would this be considered room service?" He chuckled, sipping more wine. "Now, I caught you fair and square now. Show the honor of your post and just surrender, and I PROMISE you will not get hurt."
"Go stick your thing in a blender." Bulleta said, brandishing her UZI... but when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. She soon saw why as she checked the clip.
"Out of ammo?" Jon asked, walking over slowly, a large pole in hand. She went wide eyed and realized that there was no escape now. She would either be wolf food or tree food, and of the two at least the wolf was somewhat.... less freakish.
"Alright! I surrender!" Bulleta said with a groan. But Jon grabbed her feircely, bringing out his claws.
"Too late." He said, slashing her clothes. She screamed in fright as he did. "That is for the young vampire children you strangled." He lifted her up, stripping her of even her panties, her eyes wide as he threw her over his shoulder. "That was for the cat men you hanged, even after they were found innocent."
Bulleta screamed and struiggled, but Talbains grip was powerful. She was tossed roughly onto a makeshift counter made of stone, and Talbain quickly set to work tying her tioght to the spit. "Remind you of something? Those wiccan you burned at the stake, even though they saved some of your friends?!"
"STOP IT!" Bulleta screamed. "THEY WERE FREAKS! MONSTERS!"
"No Bulleta." Jon said, seasoning her meat with ground spices and smearing on some rich sauce. "You are the monster. You even killed a litter of wolf pups just because you thought they were werewolves, and killed your own dog because he wanted to stop the hunts. Now, your terrorism is at an end." He carried her back into the main room, the fireplace at the far end blazing. Carefully, the pole was placed in a rack over the fire. As Bulleta screamed in complaint about the heat, a ripe apple was thrust into her mouth. She moaned and wriggled, the pain she delt now being paid back. Slowly she realized her evil, but it was far too late. As Jon turned her over the spit, she tried to focus on hating the werewolf, but the more she turned the harder it got, and she was fading into uinconsciousness.
"Now Bulleta Hood, you see why I have such a big pole, and such a big fire." He said with a chuckle. "All the better to cook you with. And these teeth?" He showed his fangs to her slowly fading face. "All the better to eat you with. But the best is that sauce you are cooking in." He smiled and sniffed it, licking his lips. "All the better to make you tasty. And the herbs are all the better to make sure you stay alive to the end, able to feel every bite and tear. And why did I do all this?"
Bulleta knew, and hearing it made it all the worse.
"All to punish you for taking innocent lives."
She moaned in pain as she cooked, as she would for hours. The pain became hard for her to deal with, and she tried to force it out, but there was no hope of that.
But when she had finished cooking, the worse was yet to come. With every bite and tear of her roasted flesh, with every time a slice of her rump was carved off or a breast chopped away, with every cut, bite, and tear, the pain was magnified. Too late she realized a very true fact however.
This was nothign compared to the lives she took, and how. But it was too late. The wolf ate and ate at her, severing her legs and eating them like corn on the cob until only the bone was left, chopping her hands off and making them into a sandwich, with a brest between them, Eating out her insides bit by bit, with her intestines slurped out like a long peice of spagetti...
All culminating to the last bit of her. The head. Jon looked at her and saw the look in her eyes, afraid for her life, repentent, wanting to live. Jon smiled at seeing that.
"Now... I have what I want. You have been sufficently punished. But now I intended to keep you Bulleta." He smiled and dripped some of a potion on her bones. Slowly, they assembled into a skeleton, and her body began to reform. "You have a friend of mine to thank for this. But do not expect to be a hunter anymore. I plan on makiing you something more... suitable."
She looked up as soon as her neck grew back, and went wide eyed as she saw her body covered with reddish fur, a tail sticking between her legs. She realized that she was slowly but surely turning into a were creature herself, but NOT a werewolf. No, she would be a wereFOX! She screamed in fright at this turn of events, knowing now she had no escape.
As her nose elongated and she grew pointed ears, she felt she was given a fate worse than death.
*****************
Months later, Talbain was humping a werefox in his chamber, groaning in arousal as the two rolled in the pile of rabbit fur skins, sexing one another. He let out a howl as he shot into her, once more cumming inside her. His tounge hung out and he smiled at his mate, her eyes wide with pleasure, her neck collared, her collar chained to the wall.
Talbain smiled, never telling Bulleta the OTHER effect of that potion. She would forget her past. FOrget what she was. Bulleta, in a sense, was dead, eaten alive on that table. But in her place was Lil' Red, his new mate and slave for the rest of her life. She may have looked young, but she was actually his age.
All the better. She was quite gifted.
"Now Red." Talbain said, standing up. "Again."
Red whimpered some, seeing his cock, and took it into her mouth. Talbain chuckled as she did, smiling at his power over her.
"I win." He whispered, moaning as he began to get a blowjob.
THE END
(Well, it was either this or have Bulleta beheaded, and I am not much good with beheading scenes.)
Bulleta's Last Stand
By MisterEbony -- Report
At Last! A story where BB Hood gets what's coming. Brace yourself, this might get rough.
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