Beth's Charity work (Warning Death, guro, sadism, blood)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Wanted to try something new, noticed there were some people who like guro, but there's very little to cater to this niche fetish, so warning that this will be guro. Will be in two parts. No sex in part 1, just story set up, part two will have the violent bits. comments and criticism welcome.

PART ONE

Elizabeth was a truly horrible person. She knew this without a doubt. Yet the petite, fox continued washing the plates at the sink, humming one of her favourite church hymnals just like any other mom in the sprawling luxury suburb on the administrative world of Secundus. Her husband’s job as an accountant in the tax department allowed them the perk of one of the many hundreds of homes in the pleasant, crime free area, almost all with white picket fences and lawns that thrived in the warm temperate climate, excellent schools and services in the area and a community of friendly, if prudish and conservative, families. Her husband, a mouse named Gerald, daughter, Lily, a hermaphrodite like Elizabeth, and her attended church every week, went to parties and events, just like any other family, enjoyed their daughter’s little league practice regularly, cheering her, rather mediocre to be honest, skills with all their might and going for pizza parties afterwards, win or lose, with the other parents and kids. Even now she could hear her two beloved family members laughing out loud in the sitting room as they watched cartoons, her father balancing their cute 11 year old on his lap.

It was times like this she could normally pretend to be a normal person, a good if boring housewife. But not today. Today, she had received a text message from the ‘Charity’. It usually came once or twice a month, and on one rare occasion three times a month. It made her feel sick to her stomach at how elated she felt when one arrived. It was innocuous, asking for her to come help out parcelling out food for delivery to the poorer worlds for the Van Dahl Corporation’s charity arm. Her husband thought it was just nice of her to help out. If only he knew what she was really up to...

She dropped a plate with a loud crash into the sink as a fresh wave of guilt stabbed into her. She didn’t have to go! Her benefactors, who had ensured her husband’s promotion in exchange for her ‘ services’, had assured her that she could quit whenever she wanted with no repercussions, and she believed them. But she… she couldn’t! For as long as she could remember, she had always had these urges to do… Bad Things, which she knew were wrong even as a kid. They only grew stronger as she matured, and discovered she had hyperism in her DNA. Hyper herms were notorious for developing powerful fixations on their fetishes, and it was just her luck that hers was so… evil, and that her urges were extremely powerful even for a hyper.

The first time she could remember doing Bad Things was when she did them to her pet hamster at age 8. She’d been so ashamed afterwards, and mourned her poor pet of course, but it had felt good to do them, and had led to the discovery her boy bit could be used for more than just peeing. She had taken care to hide the remains from her parents and claimed it had run away, but she’d always felt they may have suspected. The urge to do Bad Things hadn’t gone away entirely though, and flared up suddenly when she was playing doctor with her beloved best friend, a young badger boy named Todd, when she was 10. His parents had apologised profusely as Todd’s enraged parents had led the crying boy to their car, and weeks pleading with them not to press charges and passing it off as youthful mistake. After that, she hadn’t been allowed to have friends over or visit their houses, and her parents had been swift to get her counselling. And it did help for a while, she learnt to fake being normal and deny the existence of the urges. But then there were further… incidents in high school, then college. None of which led to anything too terrible, thankfully, but it frightened her at how easily and suddenly the urges flared up, and haunted her with guilt and worry later.

“Honey bunny, you OK?” Her husband poked his head around the corner.

She swiftly put a blissful smile back on her face “Yes dear. It was just silly old me being clumsy!”

“Are you sure? If you’re not feeling OK, why don't you just stay home today? I’m sure they could do without another pair of hands to sort through old clothes.”

“No, no, I’m fine really.” She smiled back as she put the last of the dishes away, hiding the look of fear that passed over her face at the thought of missing her appointment.

The dear man never once suspected her of lying and trusted her to go away for an entire day at a time. She knew what he saw when he looked at her. A blue furred vixen in a conservative mom dress and strawberry apron, rather large in the chest area, but not scandalously so. It was so unfair to him, her lying and cheating and… worse.

She felt a rush of love as she saw the concern

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