FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Final Assistance - Cassi & Peter

By XP Author

Gazali "Gaz" Opoffer stared at the two on his front doorstep. The leopard was expecting them, and had thought he was ready for the unusual couple, but he was still unprepared. Standing at his doorway was a pair of felines, identical in their brown fur, blue eyes, and even their faces were the same. Only their hair really made them stand out from each other, one with longer hair in a ponytail, the other with shorter hair just above their shoulders. That wasn't what threw him off, though. It was the fact that at just over three feet in height, neither one of them was taller than his waist.

He resisted the urge to question if they were even old enough to be using his services, as he'd already done his own research. He knew this pair was actually in their early thirties, despite their child-like appearance. He instead opened the door fully for them. "Uh, sorry. Come on in."

Cassi and Peter Verrankovitch both smiled and entered. Cassi, the one with the ponytail, grinned wide at the larger cat's hesitation. "Don't worry, we get that all the time."

Peter nodded, a little more solemnly. "It's part of why we're here, actually..."

Gaz chuckled at himself. "Yes. Of course." He shut and locked the front door. "Come, let's go into my home proper. Then we can discuss this in detail." He opened the hidden hatch to his underground home and let the pair enter first, closing and locking the hatch door behind him. As with every person who walked into this place, that hatch lock was the final signal that they would never leave alive.

The trio sat in the comfortable seats in Gaz' living room. Gaz himself was wearing his usual affair, jeans and a t-shirt. In another situation, he would have felt under-dressed next to these two. Both wore matching tailored clothing of deep blues and rich purples. Not quite suits but clearly worth a lot of money. The fact that they had that kind of money to throw around was one of the only reasons he'd accepted this unusual job. He tended not to like doing couples, but when the couple in question was willing to drop seven figures for your services, you didn't say no. It would take quite a bit of money magic from his bookie, Lyn, to make that money vanish from the radar of whoever would be watching it, but he trusted the girl would do her job. She was a wizard with laundering operations and shell games the likes of which the mafia were jealous of.

Gaz made a gesture to the two. "So, you made mention of it earlier, but why is it that you'd like to use my services?"

Peter spoke up first. "A few reasons, but two more than any other. Being as small as we are makes living in a tall world... very hard."

Cassi chimed in. "You get lost in a crowd and bumped around a lot. And when people do notice you, they tend to treat you like you're a child..."

Gaz winced at himself, glad he hadn't voiced the thought earlier about their age. "I'm sorry you've had to put up with so much for so long. But you said there was a second reason?"

Peter bit his lip for a moment, not meeting Gaz' gaze. Eventually, he did answer. "I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that Cassi and I look the same." He had, and he knew why, but he only nodded in response and let the man go on. "We're twins. And..." He wasn't quite sure how to say it.

Cassi reached over and held Peter's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she finished for him. "We've been in love with each other since... well, probably before we knew what it meant. A childhood thing that we kind of never grew out of."

Gaz nodded again. "I could understand why, though. You're both quite good looking, and I'm sure you don't get the chance to meet many in similar situations as your own." Both small felines gave him a shocked expression at his instant and almost offhanded summation of their situation. He laughed despite himself. "Sorry. I have gotten into the habit of analyzing people as they come to see me. I don't judge anyone for their reasons, so I'm sorry if it sounded like I was. If anything, I think it's quite beautiful that you've had each other all this time."

Cassi gave him a wide grin. "Oh, no, it's just that you're the first person to get it." Gaz nodded to the pair. "Unfortuantely..." Her voice trailed off.

It was Peter's turn to finish the thought. "Unfortunately, incestuous relationships aren't something that most business partners like learning about." Cassi nodded slowly.

Gaz had read up on the pair during his research. They were self made millionaires. Cassi designed fashion for the disabled, and Peter was the one behind the marketing. He had read there was some stir within their company, but the details were being buried fairly well. Now he knew why. "One of your partners caught wind of your relationship and threatened you?"

Peter scoffed. "Threatened nothing. Asshole basically started moving to steal the company!" He clenched a fist, but Cassi pat his hand gently, trying to calm him. It seemed to work. "Well, the jokes on him. I shifted as much of the finances as I could overseas, cashed it out, and distributed it all around. Minus the 10% for you, of course."

Gaz nearly choked on the coffee he was sipping. That was only 10%!? He'd have to make sure Lyn kept that money hidden. He managed to keep himself calm as he continued. "Well, uh, with that out of the way... I think it's time to discuss just HOW you'd like to do this. If you have something in mind, I'm all ears, or I could give you some suggestions."

Peter cleared his throat. "Actually, we wanted to ask you something first." Gaz quirked an eyebrow and motioned for them to ask away. "What... is your policy with, uh..."

Again, it was Cassi who finished the thought. "With sex during the whole... killing process?"

Gaz quirked an eyebrow and couldn't help but smirk. "Well, you'd be surprised how often it comes up. A last moment of passion, going out at the height of pleasure. I have helped with this, yes." And he had his way with the bodies after the fact more than a few times, as well.

The pair nodded and seemed relieved to hear this. Cassi filled him in on their plan. "Well, here's what we had in mind then. We'd like you to strangle us."

Peter seemed more confident now that Gaz was accepting of this final fetish of theirs. "Namely, I'd like you to strangle me first, while Cassi rides me. I'm sure someone of your skill could make sure to time the death properly..." Gaz nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

Cassi again finished. "Then you can finish me... however you want. I just want to watch his last moments..." Her voice was listful, as well as lustful. The notion of watching her beloved brother and lover dying in front of her was a romantic one to both of them.

Gaz nodded to them both and stood up. "Won't be a problem at all! Follow me." He led the pair down the short walk to his bedroom. The couple was more than happy to follow him, arms wrapped about each other's middle, tails swaying happily behind them. There was no risk of these two running, that was for sure. They'd made a very sweet and romantic suicide pact, and were more than willing to see it through. He had the feeling they'd talked about this more than a few times, even before being found out.

The bedroom was as sparsely decorated as always. Large bed covered in soft sheets, closet for clothing, and a shelf with a few books upon it. As the pair of felines started to undress, Gaz spoke up. "How would you like me to do this? I can let you have some privacy until the end."

Cassi, already stripping her shirt off, laughed. "Oh no, dear. You're more than welcome to watch." She didn't seem to mind having her small yet perky tits hanging out for him to see. "In fact, if you'd like to enjoy yourself, we wouldn't mind." Peter blushed visibly, but nodded to Gaz. Exhibitionists, it seemed. Gaz also stripped himself, and soon the three naked felines climbed onto the bed. Gaz sat at the head, behind Peter. The smaller male laid back, his four inches throbbing hard already. By comparison, Gaz' eight inches looked monstrous, even before he was fully hard. Then again, considering the size difference for their bodies, Gaz figured Cassi would find her brother's cock more enjoyable. His own would probably do serious harm to her.

Cassi slid up onto the bed, giving both men a lovely view of her flat belly and soft breasts. She didn't hide how wet her pussy was, drooling her arousal down her short legs. She crawled over her brother slowly, her rear held high, her tail swaying about slowly and sensually. She glanced up just a moment at Gaz before leaning down to press her lips firmly to her brother's. That glance had Gaz' cock twitching. There was something so lustful in her blue gaze.

Peter was already moaning into her mouth. He felt his heart racing, knowing this would be the last time he'd ever get to feel his sister against him like this. He reached up to wrap his arms around her, clinging to her tight as they kissed passionately. To him, it felt like it lasted for hours, the world no mattering. To Gaz, he knew it was only a few seconds before neither of the siblings could resist their temptations. Peter started to shift his hips, rubbing his cock against Cassi's pussy. She coated his shaft, both spreading her own juices and smearing the pre leaking from his tip.

The small feline lifted her hips, running her pussy along her brother's shaft, teasing him a little more. Finally, she shifted to slam her hips back down, fully taking his cock in one go. Both siblings moaned into each other's mouths. Peter felt the familiar tightness around his cock, her inner walls squeezing him already. His own hips pumped up against her, pushing himself that little bit deeper into his sister's drooling cunt.

Gaz watched the siblings start to fuck each other, his own cock throbbing for attention, but he ignored it for now. The room was quickly filling with the scent of their arousal. Cassi leaned back and started to rise and fall against Peter's cock, making him groan loud. His hand grabbed her hips, encouraging her to ride him harder, and to help shove his cock as deep as he could into her. Both were getting lost in their pleasure, not paying much attention to Gaz as he shifted behind Peter.

They paid attention when Gaz suddenly wrapped a garrote around Peter's neck and yanked hard, the wire biting into the smaller feline's neck and squashing his throat in an instant. Peter's moans turned to a choked gurgle, his hand flying up from his sister's hips to grip at the wire out of instinct. His eyes went wide, mouth agape in surprise, but his hips started to thrust upwards that much harder. Cassi's moans grew louder as well, watching her dear brother struggle in his last moments. She felt his cock twitching within her. He felt harder than she'd ever felt him. "That's it, Peter. Fuck me as you die!" She moaned down to him, her tone somehow both demanding and begging.

Gaz moved to press his shoulder against Peter's back and hold the garrote tight, locking the man to his fate and letting him feel every last breathless moment. He didn't pull harder, or twist to snap the neck, only making sure to hold the man as he struggled. Peter, for his part, moved his hand away from his throat and grabbed Cassi's hips, ramming himself up into her harder than before. His grip on her was twitchy, his legs quivering almost as much as his chest. He felt his heartbeat throbbing in his chest, his hearing nothing but blood rushing through his ears. His eyes were fixed upon Cassi's lust-filled gaze, even as his own vision was filling with spots and darkening around the edges.

Cassi leaned down, her mouth against Peter's ear so he could hear her. "Die for me, my love. Cum hard and die for me." He did just that, yanking her hips down against him as his cock exploded into her. She'd never felt him blast into her so forcefully before, or so much. Jet after jet of seed filled her, sending her into her own orgasm atop him. Peter started to convulse under her, his grip on her hips squeezing and trembling, then clamping down as his body went into instinctive struggles. She rode through his death throes, crying out her pleasure into his ears as his consciousness faded away. His mind was flooded with overwhelming pleasure, and unbearable pain, his lungs feeling like they wanted to burst in his chest, his heart beating so hard it was trying to escape though his ribcage.

Cassi didn't know how long that moment lasted, feeling her brother's final tensing grasp against her, a final flood of seed pumping up into her, sending shivers of her own up and down her spine. She looked down at Peter, his mouth still wide with a silent scream of orgasmic agony, his eyes foggy and unfocused. She brought her mouth to his to give him a final passionate kiss. She felt the twitches in his cheek and tongue subside this way. His body quivered and shook then grew still, his arms falling away from her, dropping limp to his side. His heartbeat grew slower but more intense, until it stopped all at once. She felt one last twitch from his cock before he was still under her, finally dead.

She stayed holding him for a long moment. Gaz let her, not yet releasing the garrote to ensure the man was indeed dead. Eventually, she sat up again, and found tears running down her face. She didn't know what name to put to how she felt. She'd just watched her brother die, but in a way they both wanted, feeling one last, powerful orgasm. They had talked about dying together, but he couldn't stand the thought that he might go after her and have to watch her die first. She, on the other hand, was more than willing to make sure his death was a powerful one. She leaned down and kissed his lips again. "I'll be joining you soon, my love."

Gaz finally released the garrote, sure that the man was dead. He grunted and shifted from behind him. His own cock had grown rigid as he snuffed out the man's life, both from taking his life, and from how Cassi was fucking him in those last moments. He looked to her, and there was a barely contained predatory edge to his gaze and voice. "You said you don't care how I end you, correct?"

Cassi looked at Gaz, and the almost feral nature she saw in him sent a shiver through her, as well as had her pussy clenching around the cock still within her cum-filled pussy. "Y-yes... However you want. I just wanted to watch his la-" She never got to finish her sentence as she was suddenly slapped across the face with a rock hard cock. She felt the barbs upon it pull the fur of her cheek a little. Peter's had no such barbs, or if he did, they were so small she'd never felt them. This was something else. She stared at the monster cock hovering before her face. His heavy scent was overwhelming, making her head swim.

For a fleeting moment, she was sure he was going to ram it into her eye the way it hovered before her. "Open your mouth." His voice was demanding, commanding, and irresistible. She did as she was told, opening her mouth for him. She was rewarded by getting a taste to match the scent filling her very being. She closed her eyes as his shaft slid along her tongue. Rough tongue along barbed shaft. Her eyes opened as he kept pushing, the tip pushing into her throat. Then her eyes went wide as he pushed further still, cramming all eight inches down her throat. His hand gripped the sides of her head and forced every inch he could down into her. Her jaw ached as it was locked wide open like this, and her throat strained around the thick shaft crammed into it.

Gaz growled as he started to thrust his hips against her, fucking her face. Cassi winced every time her nose was smashed against his crotch. He bent her head at an uncomfortable angle, looking up so he could shove down into her throat directly. She felt her neck bulging every time he jammed into her mouth. She reached up to grab at his wrists, her legs twitching as he kept pushing down against her. Her heartbeat was already rising, her chest growing hot as her lungs started demanding air. Her neck strained as he pushed, her spine bending backwards more and more.

She thought he would simply choke her on his massive, throbbing cock, but he kept pushing down. Her neck made a popping sound, then her back, then more painful pops along her spine. Her eyes went wide as she started to struggle against him. She scratched at his abs with her little claws. He gripped her head harder, and it felt like he'd squeeze so hard her skull would pop. He pushed down again, and she heard crunches in her neck, pain exploding along the back of her head. Another thrust, another crunch, pain shooting through her whole body, her legs twitching and trembling. Her arms grew less controlled, not scratching at him and more just shaking like the rest of her.

One finally thrust down, a loud crack, and she felt one final pain shoot through her body, then nothing. Her body jerked as her neck finally snapped, her pussy clamping down upon her brother's dead cock one last time, her tail thrashing once more, then all went limp. Her arms fell to her sides, her legs slipped outward, her tail drooping to the bed. Her eyes stared up at him in wide-eyed shock. He grit his teeth and plunged his cock deep into her throat harder, fucking her face and throat with all he had, letting his predatory instincts take over.

He let out a loud roar as he slammed his cock into her, feeling her nose break in the process, and came hard. He pumped shot after shot of thick seed down the dead woman's throat, emptying his balls and filling her belly. He panted heavily, still gripping at her head, but slowly came back to himself. He closed his eyes and took several breaths to calm himself, even as his cock still twitched within her tight mouth. He looked down at the woman, her fearful gaze still staring up at him. He found he'd pierced his claws into her face a little. He withdrew his claws, and brushed his hand over her eyes to close them. He winced as he tried to pull back out of her throat, finding her teeth still quite sharp against his sated, sensitive cock. He used a finger to open her jaw a little more, and by the clicks it made, he'd obviously broken it at some point.

He withdrew from her mouth, trailing his cum out against her lips. His cock twitched once free, spurting a little cum against her chest before just drooling whatever was left within him. He leaned back, resting Cassi atop her brother. He closed his eyes and just lay beside the dead couple for a time, letting himself rest and recover. With as much money as these two had paid him, he could probably retire from this job now. Though as he looked at the pair, he shook his head. "Nah." He enjoyed this too much.

After a while, he swung out of bed and started dragging the pair to the kitchen. Cassi was first, carving her open and removing her organs. Since her neck was already broken, cutting her head off was quite easy, and he set it aside in the sink, along with her feet and hands. Soon, he'd skinned her, and set about chopping her limbs. He fancied a leg roast tonight. He cut her legs at the hips and knees, setting both thighs on a platter, which he slipped into the oven.

While his dinner cooked, he started preparing Peter next. His head, feet, and hands were set next to Cassi's, and he had both heads set as if they were kissing, letting them have that last moment. Peter's pelt was removed and set aside, and soon the male feline was carved into pieces, truly indistinguishable from his twin sister now. His freezer was stocked now, and he'd be set for a while. After a quick shower, the timer pinged that his meal was ready.

He took a carving of the thigh and set it beside mashed potatoes and broccoli, both smothered in cheese. He sat on his usual seat and flipped on the TV against the wall, turning it to load up some show he'd been meaning to watch recently. Cassi was a little tough as meat went, closer to a pork chop, but with the distinct feline flavor. He sighed contently as he ate her well done thigh meat. He wouldn't retire any time soon. He loved his work just too much.

* * *