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Cigarette smoke filled the bar with an acrid atmosphere that helped its appearance in no way. Incandescent bulbs glowed from exposed wires, golden halos radiated from the bright, hot, bulbs. The Dive, a fitting name for this crack in the wall bar known for the kinkier patronage. It was leather night, it meant that thick soled boots schlocked about over the sticky, concrete floor.

Titus tucked himself into a corner, the lion fixed his cap whose bill was adjusted in a way to cast his gaze to shadow. He did not look like the others, a bearish build with a stomach that tested the limits of his tank top. A pair of jeans hugged thick thighs like the casings on a sausage; plump and swole. It was in contrast to the predominantly black leather most wore this night.

Men of all sorts of backgrounds mingled, peacocked, and performed the dance of courtship in hopes someone would stick a cock in them or vice versa. It made Titus' stomach churn with nausea and sip from the brown long neck in his meaty palms. Those predatory eyes, however, were poised on one particular lad.

A lithe coyote seemed to ping pong around from one group to the next. Titus thought they were a social butterfly, at least at first. He'd watch that tail wag and come to a stop as presumably he was turned down or rejected from each social group. The lion had been in enough of these bars to recognize, this bitch was thirstier than a man in a desert; perfect.

The lion waited in the shadows until the canine's long, pointed, snout turned in his direction. Titus smirked as their eyes met and he responded with a subtle spread of his legs. That was enough for the coyote to come over. Those hips sashayed like a woman who sought to get their cunt stuffed by the thickest buck; a true faggot.

"Hey there daddy, I don't think I've seen you before," the coyote said and planted themselves in front of Titus.

The lion pushed his cap up just enough to get a better look at the twink bitch; tufts of a short mullet poked out from between those ears. "You know everyone who comes in 'ere? How many of em have fucked you?"

The coyote's ears flicked in annoyance but seemed to brush the lion's words off, "a lady doesn't kiss and tell. Besides, it's my job to know everyone."

Titus smirked and chuffed. He knew in that moment what he was dealing with, "do you know a guy named John?"

The coyote smirked, "I do, he owes me $50 bucks for a drink."

The coyote stepped up to the tiger and placed a hand at the crotch. He began to massage and stroke Titus through his jeans feeling the hidden length begin to engorge. The lion leaned back and let the coyote do as they pleased while he finished his beer. He wasn't necessarily aroused by the physical contact, no. It was the thought about what he was going to do to the twink bitch.

"Mmm, you better be fucking good for that much. You know someone named Crystal," Titus asked off hand.

The coyote's tail wagged and they seemed even more interested, "I do, you know'm too?"

"Fuck yeah I do, she's in the truck," Titus said and reeled that hooked fish closer to the water's surface.

The coyote leaned forward so that he could whisper, "if ya got an 8 ball, I'll let ya use me all night long."

Titus growled, the coyote took it as a sound of arousal but it was far from it. The lion's arm wrapped around the coyote and gripped one of their exposed, sandy cheeks digging claws through fur and into flesh. The coyote moaned for the lion.

"Anything huh, I got that back at the motel," Titus leaned over as well and whispered, "I like things rough, how bad do you want it?"

"Nothin' permanent," the coyote said and ground his jock pouch against Titus' leg; aroused.

"Deal, follow me," Titus purred and the pair left The Dive.

It was a short drive to the motel, Kenny followed Titus like a puppy dog as they ascended the steps. The windows were dark in the adjacent rooms, unoccupied. Amber lights illuminated the sparse and dated interior; the aesthetics didn't matter to either of them.

"Can I get a hit before we start, I perform better," the coyote said and rubbed his shoulder.

The coyote had taken off the ratty, leather vest and draped it over the back of a chair. Titus had moved to the bathroom and flipped on a light. The lion looked around the tight quarters before whiskers splayed out. The lion removed his cap and ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing that mullet mane out.

"Yeah, sure buddy, I got it in here," the lion said and set a glass pipe down along with a bag of crystals. "Ya enjoy, don't keep daddy waiting."

The lion spoke as he exited the bathroom and lifted the bottom of his shirt. The boy looked at the lion's bearish build; belly tight as a drum with that boxy outline of muscle. He could see the bitch's jock throb in response to the sight. Like a roach, the lithe coyote skittered into the bathroom and closed the door.

"I won't be long," Kenny called from behind the door.

Titus smirked at that and thought, "won't be long at all."

The lion moved to grab the coyote's vest and shoved it into the waste bin lined with industrial, black garbage bags. Titus removed his shirt in full just before he undid his pants. The tiger shoved those stiff jeans off his legs and pulled the belt from their loops. Naked, he shoved his clothing into the bag along with the vest and tied it off.

Titus's round ears flicked when he heard the sound of a lighter flick. The sausage of a cock throbbed between his thighs and dribbled a long strand of pre between his feet. He reached for the veiny surface and stroked it, fingers milked another glob from his uncut length. Sapphire eyes stared at the bathroom door, his pool of patience dwindling.

Then the latch clicked and the door opened. The coyote's eyes were wide while pupils were mere pinpricks. It was obvious they were high but the lion noticed something off about it. Kenny's ears flicked while the bridge of that snout wrinkled and twitched out of the coyote's conscious control.

"That, that was the roughest shit I've had. I think I'm good if that, that's--" Kenny didn't finish his sentence.

The coyote's belly lurched once and then fully collapsed into his rib cage. Titus watched with glee as the coyote's muzzle opened and the contents of the coyote's stomach voided itself. The choking sputters continued after the first wave of bile and sputum collected on cheap, filthy, shag carpet. The last dry heave seemed to be powerful enough to knock the coyote back.

"What's going on," Kenny asked in fear when he saw that toothy grin on Titus' lips.

"You made a fucking mess of this place, faggot. Can't even hold your meth," Titus growled.

The lion was swift for his size and closed the gap between himself and the coyote. Fist clenched as it barreled into Kenny's cheek. They both heard the crack of cartilage and bone as the block knocked the coyote's jaw sideways. The coyote collapsed onto the laminate covered desk and gripped it for stability. Blood spilled from their nostrils and pooled on the plastic surface. Titus reached for the coyote's chest harness and gripped it firm enough to hold the coyote in place.

Bent over the desk, Titus reached for Kenny's tail and pulled it high. Kenny squealed as the vertebrate unjoined itself from his tail bone. The pain that shot through his spine muffled out the initial pain of a dry penetration. Titus shoved his cock into the unguarded pucker and split the flesh. Hairline fractures appeared on the coyote's ring and began to bleed. The coyote's mouth was wide in shock, a choked scream came from between black lips. His legs caused the leather chaps to creak and complain as they stretched out in an attempt to fight his rapist.

Titus bottomed out and growled, "quit fighting it faggot." He growled and once again his fist slammed into the coyote's body.

Aimed for the back of the ribs, Kenny felt two blows before something within him shattered. The coyote howled as Titus ground his hand into his broken rib. The bone shards tore at flesh; scraping organs. The satisfied purrs could be felt in the carpet as Titus began to slowly thrust into the pinned and writhing coyote.

"Keep on howling faggot, it turns me on," Titus leaned forward and gripped the coyote's nape. He pulled Kenny up to look at the coyote's face, "you're getting your 8 ball in hell bitch. Faggots like you are built to die on my prick. I love it when they clamp on me in pain."

Kenny squirmed and was panting hard, confusion and pain plastered across his snout. However, Titus watched that face dissolve into one of understanding; Titus wanted him dead. The coyote began to fight harder and brought an elbow back to slam against the tiger's snout. Titus staggered backward and freed the coyote.

They whimpered and attempted to run for the door. They barely made it one stride before a sharp, muscle spasm shot through his spine. The coyote froze and howled in pain again as it felt like his spinal muscles had cramped up. The lithe coyote fell into the puddle of his own vomit until the contraction passed. Like a slug, he attempted to crawl to the door, salvation.

"Oh no you don't bitch," Titus hollered and grabbed Kenny's leg.

The lion pulled the coyote away from the door and flipped the coyote onto his back. Titus looked down at his prey and watched as those facial muscles were in a near constant contraction; a permanent snarl of defiance. The lion chuckled when the coyote's leg shot down toward the floor; another stronger contraction took hold of the coyote's body. A strangled and choked gurgle of pain came from the coyote's mouth. The way the poison contorted the coyote's body forced him to grind his broken rib into an arm no doubt doing further damage to the internals.

Titus' pink tongue licked the blood that flowed from his own nose before he pounced. He forced open the coyote's legs and lodged his hips between them. His shaft re-entered the warm, tight, death fag's ass while he got to enjoy the look of desperation in the coyote's face. The poison had made that tunnel clench around his cock in unpredictable patterns and made each thrust a new experience.

"Fuck yeah faggot boy, death slut, yer gonna die the same way they all do," Titus said with the growl of a frenzied predator, "I'm gonna brutalize your prostate and you're dying brain's gonna get hard for me. I want you to die with a load on your belly; daddy wants to feel your corpse twitching for my milk."

Kenny's arms flailed in pain as the poison further took hold of his body. "Please, please help me, I need it--"

"That's right you do bitch," Titus cut the coyote off as another back arching spasm took hold.

The lion fucked harder and harder as the coyote seemed to go rigid longer than any before. His chest frozen as well while strained gurgles foamed spittle at the coyote's lips. He could see the coyote's body darken and become redder as the first signs of asphyxia began to manifest itself. However, the coyote's body relaxed and kept Titus from crashing over the edge.

Kenny's legs had clamped themselves around the lion's hips. Head rolled while he hastily attempted to gather breath. He looked down over his bruising body and was horrified to see that his bulge had grown significantly. He couldn't be getting off to this, getting fucked to death by this fucker. Yet clear to them both, that canine shaft had grown to full firmness and drilled beneath the elastic of his jock. The red flesh throbbed pre over his belly as Titus stared down with a malice filled grin.

The coyote began to lose involuntary barks and whimpers as his body began to jerk and spasm. His muscles burned from the repeated cramps that were like the death grip Titus held on his shoulders. Kenny attempted to kick and rock his body like an inverted turtle but was unable to break free. He felt a spasm begin at the pit of his stomach that began to spread through his body again.

Involuntary thrusts pushed his cock into the lion's belly. The coyote's mouth was locked open and unable to protect itself as several shots of bitter piss landed on his tongue. The shower of golden urine flowed over the coyote's body as the spasms grew deeper and deeper.

"Fucking cunt, don't get any of that faggot piss on me," Titus growled and raised his fist.

The lion slammed his knuckles into Kenny's side, snapping a few more ribs as muscles forced the coyote's torso to meet the punch. The coyote was in overwhelming pain as he felt those cramps return. However, the gargling of piss did not come; Kenny's lungs had frozen in paralysis.

Titus noticed this and smirked, "that's it bitch. It's almost over, your life is nearly complete. Die for daddy," he taunted as Kenny's eyes darted.

The coyote could feel the burn of asphyxia as it mingled with the burn of muscles clenched by the toxic substance. His mind began to fail, it was signified by the slow twitching in the toes that soon traveled down the legs. Titus nearly lost his load as he watched Kenny's eyes roll back, passing out. The coyote's brain would soon begin to die, for his own pleasure.

"Fuck yeah fag, you're clenched so tight around me. Your thirsty corpse ass wants my seed in ya; fucking slut," Titus growled and watched as more of Kenny's body seemed to begin to shut down.

His thrusts into the dying coyote's body became harder and rough, brutalizing that prostate; just as promised. That canine length began to swell more; a knot forming. It became an angry red before it adopted a rich purple color. Titus growled louder and louder until he heard a crackled gasp come from the coyote's body.

The lion's wild, sapphire, eyes stared down at his prey as the first jet of cum fired from his cock. Death boy's always put on a breathtaking display; several jets pulsed from the coyote in rapid succession.

"Fuck yeah, die mother fucker," Titus growled just before he gave the corpse a reward for a fine show.

His wads coated those rigid walls in hot cum and even clenched in response to the flood of warmth. Kenny, too far gone to be saved, stayed frozen in a bowed position. Titus slid his spent dick from the coyote and used their fur to clean their cock of slime and blood. The lion reached for his belt and looped it through the buckle.

"Oh fuck yeah, you were worth it," Titus growled in afterglow. He squatted and looped his belt around the coyote's neck. The tail of the leather strap was wrapped around his palm until he had a good grip. "This is a bit of mercy for you, fag."

Titus used his legs and arms to jerk the belt upward, instantly straining the coyote's neck. He gave a few hard jerks until he saw and felt the coyote's spine sever from the brain stem. A swift crack that resulted in the coyote's frozen form to finally fall limp. That canine shaft instantly began to deflate as the last of that golden piss replaced the last death load they gave.

The lion smirked and collected his belt before doing the same with the tied up trash bag. Kenny didn't even bother putting on his clothes as he stepped out into the darkness. The night manager noticed Kenny from the front office and the pair shared a glance. The leopard looked confused and worried and reached for the phone.

The lion paid it no mind and moved back to his truck as if nothing was odd. Inside the office, the leopard called the police.

"Yes, hello, this is Ameil from the Toss and Turn Motel. That's right 1387 Flemings off of FM 97, listen, there's this tweaker outside who is completely naked." The leopard pulled the landline with him and to the window that looked out to the parking lot. "He's going into his truck and -- he's a feline of some sort--oh god."

The glass in front of him shattered as a searing heat pierced through the leopard's chest. The plastic phone dropped out of his hands as the leopard attempted to scramble to safety. As soon as he turned he felt a jolt to his neck. Arterial spray painted the walls with crimson blood. The leopard whimpered, choked, and gripped the gaping wound at his neck. Blood swiftly pooled around him as the rumble of a diesel engine drew closer.

The leopard looked up when he heard the door open and the sound of a bolt opening and closing. With bloody hands, Titus came into sight with a historic rifle. The lion's jeans were distended lewdly watching the doomed male attempt to ask for mercy.

Choking on their own blood, dying, it was "beautiful. Good night," Titus said.

He raised the barrel and aimed for the temple. The blast from the muzzle was immense, along with the spray of meat and blood came the wispy white smoke. The force of the blast pushed the leopard's corpse back. The uniform smoked as a tongue of flame lapped at the corpse's fur; sizzling. Titus opened the door and heard the bell jingle; it was oddly peaceful this night. The lion chucked his rifle into his truck and soon was on his way, back on the road with his haul.