Interview With a Villain

Grace Williams is not someone who looks like they regularly interview a supervillain. At 5’8”, the black-furred rat-girl got her degree in journalism and has been stuck in a rut since, chasing super-fights and doing fringe interviews whenever she could. All that changed one warm August night. She was desperate, running low on money and unemployed she needed any opportunity she could get, so she decided to land a scoop large enough to get her name out. Red Raider, a villain who had taken over a small neighborhood on the west end of the city, was famous for his love of cameras. Every fight he had, either with heroes trying to apply justice or villains trying to take his territory, ended up online. He constantly gathered crowds during his daytime fights, and ran a website where he sold merchandise, and yet despite all of this no one had ever interviewed him.
On that night, she walked into a park in Hunters Corner, laid out a sign saying “I want to interview you before you eat me” and waited. Less than an hour later, he arrived. His attitude was gruff, and he gave her a strict rule: In exchange for this interview and any future one, he would rape and eat her. The prospect of being raped by a supervillain and losing five days of her life just for one interview would have probably scared off most other reporters, but not Grace Williams, mainly because she was desperate and would end up homeless in two months if she didn’t get more money soon.
“So, can we start the interview now?” She asked
“Out here in the park? Alright, where’s the camera, or do you need to borrow one of mine?” He answered.
“I actually was thinking we could do the interview in your lair...” Grace said
“Absolutely not, you could have a tracker or be a hero in disguise, out here is fine”
Sighing, Grace pulled a camera and microphone from her bag. “After the interview, could you please send these to my apartment?”
“Sure, wouldn’t make much sense for me to agree to an interview and then not let it get published.”
Grace moved quickly, setting up her meager equipment and getting herself presentable. “Alright, let’s do this” she said as she turned the camera and microphone on.
“Hello, my name is Grace Williams and tonight I will be interviewing the mysterious ‘Red Raider’, the villain who turned Hunters Corner from an abandoned mess into his personal playground and somehow convinced enough thousands to move in. Now sir, could you explain what you did for any viewers that haven’t heard of you before?”

***The following is just an excuse for me to write up some exposition, if you’re interested keep reading, otherwise skip to the next set of asterisks***

“Well it’s pretty simple, I wanted some well-stocked hunting grounds, but I knew that trying to move into someone else’s turf would mean fighting them and all their allies, so I looked around and what do you know, 5 miles west of downtown just on the other side of the Eagle River there was a massive piece of built up land that had been abandoned during some mad scientists attempt to “purify the world” or some shit like that and was still to dangerous to reclaim.”
“Right, Doctor Destructive and his super-fungus, the one that was supposed to just kill species he didn’t like but ended up being toxic to every anthro it infected. It couldn’t cross the water so the government just setup watch stations along the river and let it be.”
“Yeah, that. Anyways, I got some samples of the fungus, a few crates of the various antidotes and medicines that had been made to try and make people immune, and a bunch of research papers and spent a year and a half devoting all my free time to cracking the code. Anyways long story short I couldn’t figure out permanent immunity, so I made a bunch of machines that create a fungus-free zone, scattered them around the whole area, and built a beefy outer layer of protective defenses just in case.”
“And just like that, you had an entire neighborhood for yourself?”
“Yeah, just like that. Course, then there’s the ‘well-stocked’ part of what I wanted, but that was actually easy to get. The neighborhood is literally 5 miles from downtown, and the blue line monorail station was still here, so all I needed to do was get the station running and there would be an easy access to downtown. So I invoked the ‘Infrastructure Neutrality Agreement’ to get the city government to repair the monorail and the one road bridge into the area I cleared.”
Grace turned to the camera “For those of you from outside Shady Strands, the ‘Infrastructure Neutrality Agreement’ is a deal the city made with villains where if they let taxes that go to funding infrastructure be collected in their territory, the city will maintain infrastructure like roads and transit.” Turning back to Red Raider she asked “Once the monorail and bridge were back online, was being close to downtown really enough to convince thousands of people to live in a neighborhood where a villain could rape and eat them at any time?”
“Yes. Being eaten just means they lose a few days, and in exchange they get to live in a neighborhood with low rent 15 minutes from downtown by monorail, and you’d be amazed at how many anthros, not just women but also men and herms, think getting raped by an evildoer isn’t all that bad.”
“So you justify it by saying they like it?”
“I didn’t make them move in, and I don’t make them wander the streets at night. I don’t go into houses or places of business and 93% of my patrols are after sundown, with most of my daylight ones ending in fights with that bunch of do-gooders across the river.”
“That would be your rivals, The Warren, correct? What can you tell me about them?”
“What do you want to know, they give interviews all the time?”
“Well, how is your relationship with them? Some people have speculated that you’re secretly dating them and that’s why they keep fighting you even though they could just stay on their side of the river.”
“Hah!” Red laughed “No, I’m not secretly dating the Warren, and any reason I give for why they keep coming back is all guesswork, you’d have to ask them yourself.”

***Exposition Complete***

“Now then, since that’s all I feel like answering today, it’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal.”
Grace flushed “B...but I had more questions!” She stammered out.
“Well, save them for the next interview.” Red responded, grabbing her arms and pulling her skirt down.
“At least let me turn off the camera first!” She cried.
“No” Red Raider replied as he shoved her to the ground. “In fact...” he reached over, angling the camera to watch her on the ground “That’s much better.” He then reached over and pulled her panties down, leaving her bottom half naked “Take your top of or I rip it off.”
“Alright alright, I’m going.” Grace responded, quickly stripping the rest of the way. “So how does this work? Do I need...”
She was cut off as a hand wrapped around her throat. With his other hand, Red let his cock out, and the smell of his musk filled the air. As she struggled for air, she felt his member enter her pussy, stretching and filling her in a way she had never felt before.
Laying there, shoved into the ground by a wolf nearly a foot and a half taller than her, his cock slamming into her pussy and his hands choking her out, something woke inside the shy little mouse. Gasping through his hands “harder” Grace realized she loved this. The pleasure overwhelmed her even as she felt him drive all the way to the hilt in her, his cock stretching her comparatively minute form. After a few minutes, she felt a massive orgasm hit her. A wave of pleasure swept through her body, leaving her muscles weak. Despite this, he kept going, ignoring her, focused just on his pleasure. Used like a toy, fucked for the pleasure of a villain, the waves of pleasure and pain went through her mind. 
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Grace felt it stop. She blinked, gasping for breath, as she felt him grab her shoulders and lift her up. Seeing his mouth open up, she knew what was coming next, and a shiver of thrill went through her. “Could you eat me feet-first?” She blurted out.
The villain stared at her for a moment before smiling. “If you insist. I’ll send you down head-first next time.”
Grace blushed “That... that sounds good” Oh my god I just agreed to do this again, what the fuck why did I say that?
Caught up in her thoughts, Grace didn’t notice her feet slip into his maw until her knees brushed his teeth. Staring down, she made eye contact with him as he slid her further inside. I shouldn’t find this hot she thought, before her crotch reached his mouth and his tongue lapped at her cunt. Oh god this is so fucking hot. Why have I never done this before???
Moaning with pleasure, her head tilted back as she felt his mouth slide over her hips, slipping deeper inside as his tongue roamed over her body. Looking up for one last time, she saw his muzzle press against her tits and realized she was almost in. Realizing that the camera was still rolling, she tried to think of something to say, but before she could one last gulp carried her down into his stomach.
After a few moments of panic at the sudden darkness, she felt herself relaxing. The movement of his body, the stomach muscles pushing against her, and the warmth surrounding her caused all her stress to flow out. She rested there, pushed and jostled as her senses faded, and she grew still.

Five Days Later

Grace Williams walked up the steps to her her studio apartment. Discarding the cheap robe the resurrection center had given her, she looked over the box that had been waiting for her at her mailbox. Opening it up, she found her equipment and clothes had been neatly packed in and shipped back to her. On top of her camera was a simple note
“If you have any more questions, here’s my email, we’ll arrange another interview.”
Putting the note aside, she pulled out her camera and hooked it in to her computer. As she reviewed the video, her hands roamed down to her crotch, masturbating to the sight of a villain raping and eating her. With shaky hands, she lifted the note up and went to type up an email, before stopping herself.
I need to publish this video and try to make some money off of it. Otherwise I’ll be evicted, and I don’t think he’ll be willing to let me crash at his place after one date. Not thinking about how she had called their meeting a date, she turned back to her computer A couple weeks should be enough to edit it and get some calls, I’ll just let him know that we might need to reschedule if something comes up. And if he gets annoyed about rescheduling then he might take it out on me. He might spank me, or sink those sharp, white teeth into my tender flesh... Grace stopped and pulled her hand away from her crotch. Send the email and get the video ready to publish, then you can fantasize all you want.
Looking at the frozen image of her upper body hanging out of Red Raiders mouth, his throat bulging with her legs, she smiled Well, maybe the editing can wait until tomorrow. After all, I need to “prepare” for my next interview with him.