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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for HunterCross | August 2021 | 6043 Words

"So, you really just came at him with a baseball bat, Troy?" Hunter gasped softly, the lithe little cross fox blushing as he stabbed a spoon down into a gorgeous ice cream sundae, the softening vanilla and gooey hot fudge yielding to his gentle push. The dessert sat amidst the remnants of a lovely candle-lit dinner, his pushed-aside plate littered with smears of sauce and crowned with a single bone from what used to be a perfectly medium rare ribeye steak. Sitting across the table, an albino fox playfully swirled his spoon under the gooey red cherry that topped his dessert. The cream-furred critter was on the larger side for a vulpine, thick chested and slightly taller than his mottled brown-and-orange date's slight and slender form.

"Mmmhmm," the cocky, cream-furred vulpine chuckled, scooping the cherry up into his mouth and rolling the little nub on his tongue. "It's all I had, and I didn't have much choice," he added, cheeks pooching out a little as he spoke. "But I don't think he was committed; he dropped the knife and ran with his tail between his legs."

"Wow," Hunter gasped, barely aware of his tail thumping on the chair back as it wagged behind him. For a moment, silence hung on the air, only the sound of gentle music filtering in from the bedroom T, some soft jazz to set the mood for their evening meal. Shyly spooning up his next bite, the orange-and-black mottled critter blushed under his coat as he worked up the courage to ask his date a question he'd begged for so long. "Can... Can you tell me how many you've... you know...?"

Narrowing his eyes, Troy couldn't help but tease, pushing the cherry out to the edge of his jaw before chomping through the little fruity nub. Licking his muzzle clean of the juices, he growled, "You really want to know? Well, let's see... My first in 2015, back when I was living in a home inside the safe zone... I was dumb and got caught out on the street that night. Moved out here in 2018, got my first taste of real danger and took down two punks who thought I'd be an easy target." Leaning over the table, Troy smirked as he locked eyes with Hunter, growling in a low, soft whisper, "I bet you'd love to hear about the last one that I had..."

"O- Oh?" Hunter swallowed, blushing as he lapped a little whipped cream from his muzzle, the fox coyly looking down to his dessert as he tried not to let on just how excited he was. He didn't need to; Hunter yipped a sudden gasp as he felt Troy's slender footpaw slide up between his thighs. Curling his foot against the boy's pants, the albino fox allowed his toes to rub over the tip of Hunter's needy shaft, squishing the fabric until it conformed to the meaty little bulge. "Erfff..." The little cross fox shuddered as his date teased under the table.

"Mmmm... That feel good, my little vixen?" Troy growled, licking his chops as he turned his gaze up towards the wall by the bedroom. "See that over there?" Three bullet holes, easily missed if you weren't looking closely, arced up through the drywall, the rounds punched through the wall about waist height. "I'd met up with a needy little snuff slut like you back in 2019. Before I... knew what I was doing." Biting his lip, Troy sighed as he spooned up a final bite of the melting ice cream, letting his biggest toe bean gently rub over Hunter's cock tip, teasing the little moist spot that grew on his pants. "We were fucking to the sounds of The Dark Night, just like you said you wanted to. You're going to love it - the sound carries so nicely from the street below. Anyways, I knelt to get a better angle on the cutie's ass, when... Pop! Pop! Pop!"

Hunter visibly gasped, unable to stifle the noise as his cock leapt in his pants. "T- They got shot?" the boy asked, ashamed of how excited the story was making him. Worse, it was a real danger for the slutty fox. Tonight was bound to be dangerous; only thrill seekers took their chances outside, knowing that they were in mortal danger until sunrise. And Hunter was certainly a thrill seeker. The needy little slut craved a night of wanton sex and lust outside the safe zone. And that's exactly what his hookup with Troy offered.

"Three shots, right through the wall. All three hit my lover that night. She didn't die right away, either. I had to put her down, but not before I got the wildest fuck in my life." Troy's fondling footpaws could feel Hunter's wet spot had grown in the short time since the story began, nearly quarter-sized now. "Mmm... That get you hot, my little vixen?" Troy crooned softly, asking, "Knowing we're going to fuck on the same bed?"

"Y- Yesss..." Hunter hissed, burying his face in his paws as the blushy boy squirmed under his date's firm touch. "A- A little... it's kinda... hot..."

"Don't worry, cutie. I've put some precautions in place since then. There's Kevlar plating set into the walls behind my furniture. Besides, we're in a high-rise. Too much work for low level criminals. And the front door gets locked tight over The Dark Night." Narrowing his gaze, Troy rumbled, "The only thing you gotta worry about is me." Hunter nearly leapt at the sound of gunshots erupting outside, just as the albino fox cracked a smirk, his brown-tipped ears flicking playfully at the echoing noise.

"It... it's not...?" Hunter asked bashfully, prompting Troy to lower his footpaw from the cutie's groin.

"We've got a few more minutes," he said, checking his phone, "This far out of the safe zone, some folks like to get their fun started early." Pushing aside his ice cream, the fox grinned as he flicked his tail behind him, the brown furred tip swaying as he clarified, "That, or they caught someone waiting to ambush them. Sometimes you're safest killing your killers before the sirens go off." Stretching his arms, Troy grinned as he motioned towards the bedroom. How about you go and get comfortable, cutie. Pick a show to watch on TV and get out of those clothes. I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." With a little wink, the fox smiled as he turned about from the table, leaving a shy and eager Hunter to slink off to the bedroom.

Turning towards the apartment door, Troy chuckled to himself as he sauntered across the kitchen, shedding his pants upon the floor to reveal the bright red band of a tight-fitting jockstrap, the cup perfectly sized to hold the cocky fox's prominent bulge. Easily seven inches, the meaty cock throbbed behind its cotton prison, the supple red and black fabric pocket already soaked with a little dribble of precum, accenting the two weeks' worth of musk he'd built up wearing the jock in preparation for the big night. Throwing the lock on the front door, and slipping a heavy wooden bar across the front, Troy paused at his hallway closet, tossing off his shirt and nabbing a bright red bandana to wrap about his muzzle. Admiring his raider chic look in the mirror, the fox growled as he finished grabbing one last piece to ensure the night went smooth.

A safe, tucked away in the corner of his hall closet, popped open with a touch of the keypad, a 9mm pistol settled in its confines. With a little growl, the albino fox gave the handgun a look over, his paws fondling the ridged picatinny rail before releasing the slide and inserting the magazine filled with hollow point rounds. Just as he completed his preparations, Troy caught the first inkling of noise form outside, his ear swiveling to try and place the direction. Feint at first, the civil defense sirens grew louder and louder, followed by a shrill bleat from the bedroom as the Emergency Alert System kicked on. Tucking his gun into the strap of his jock, Troy licked his chops as he sauntered back to his bedroom with a sway to his step.

"THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS TRANSMITTED AT THE REQUEST OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT, CONFIRMED BY LOCAL CIVIL AUTHORITIES." A robotic voice crackled from the other room as Troy approached the doorway, adjusting the bandana around his muzzle as he pressed his body up against the door jam, using it to hide his pistol. Hunter, of course, had his back turned to the door, one paw fondling himself through a bright pink pair of lace panties while he lit a few candles to set the mood for the night ahead. "AS OF 7:51 PM, ALL LEGAL PROTECTIONS AND EMERGENCY SERVICES ARE SUSPENDED. FOR YOUR SAFETY: SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY. RUN IF THREATENED. FIGHT IF CORNERED..."

"My, my..." Troy crooned over the television's automated announcement, startling Hunter to the point he nearly dropped the match he was holding, "It's far too late for you, my sweet little vixen." Wide-eyed, Hunter gasped as he turned around, staring at his rough and dashing raider perched in the doorway. "Didn't expect your biggest danger came from inside the house, did you?"

Huffing out his snout, the cross fox gasped as he felt his shaft swell out inside his panties, a shiver running down his spine. "A- ahhhh... n- no please!" He blushed, the sound of gunfire outside already causing the bedroom window to rattle in its sill.

"EMERGENCY PERSONNELLE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO REACH YOU UNTIL AFTER COMPLETION OF THE DARK NIGHT AT 5:42 AM." The EAS broadcast droned on as Troy stepped inside the bedroom, a low rumble in his chest as his hips swayed side to side. Sinewy muscle and cream-colored fur, accented by the bright red and black jock that held in a real man's cock, approached the bed, the fox all too eager to play the part of an intruder in the room.

"What have we here?" he growled, licking his chops as Hunter nervously scooted back on the bed, bumping up against the fluffed-out pillows as he did. "Looks like I broke into the right house tonight..." Sensing Hunter's twitchy nervousness, a deep fear that manifested as a painfully eager arousal, Troy gave a soft snap to his fingers before climbing up onto the bed. "Don't you dare think about running, my little trophy. I'm going to have you all night tonight. Up, sweetheart. I want you on all fours for me.

Hunter could already smell it, two long weeks of musk built up in that jock strap. Troy had texted him a few pictures in the lead up to their date night - the hot foxboy made a point of cumming at least three times in the jock before saving up for this most special evening. It was enough to make hunter weak as he scooted himself forward on the bed, following his lover's commands. "Y- Yes sir, Mister Raider... P- Please d- don't..." Hunter's moans were muffled as he pressed his sweet little snout into Troy's groin, snuffling into the soft cotton jock. "Ohhh fuck... Don't kill me, I... I'll do anything..." He grunted, eyes softly lidding as his host reached back to grab Hunter's head, ensuring the musk-drunk fox couldn't escape the scent.

"Mmm... C'mere you sexy little thing..." Troy growled, huffing as he heard the last EAS alert sound, the TV resuming to a news channel already in the process of filming the horrors of The Dark Night. The little cross fox blinked out of his scent lust as he heard screams coming from the television, a shiver running down his spine as he peeked around Troy's body just in time to watch a shaky camera capturing two civilians on the street caught up in a shakedown. The cowering news crew could only watch on helplessly as armed thugs proceeded to beat the pair senseless. As gunshots resonated through the TV speakers, Hunter watched with wide eyes as some cocky punk rat wearing a red bandana over his face brought an iron pipe down onto a cowering wolf's knee, collapsing the canine to the asphalt. Troy tried to keep his little pet's attention, fondling Hunter's ears while nudging the cross fox's cheek and muzzle, grinding his cock against the boy's face with growing, throbbing need. Something flashed on screen, Hunter audibly gasping in a lungful of jock stench as one of the other renegades stuffed a bundled wad of fireworks into the wolf's screaming jaws. "Mmm... That's my good little vixen..."

Like watching a train wreck, Hunter could not turn away from the horror on screen. Troy continued to tease his little lover, grinding his raunchy jock firmly into the little vixen's cheek, wetting his facial fluff with musky precum. Seconds seemed like an eternity as the raiders scattered for cover, leaving the other civilian, a sweet doe whose shirt and pants lay in tatters, to frantically scramble across the pavement to her lover.

POW!

She was too late; the camera focused just in time to catch high definition footage of the wolf's head exploding. While not nearly as bloody as a stick of dynamite, the explosives left no doubt that the canine was dead. Fragments of teeth and gooey particles of flesh shot everywhere; the doe screeched as bits of bone pierced her face and chest, sending her to the ground right next to the twitching corpse. "A... ahhhh!" Hunter gasped, peering down between his thighs to see Troy fondling his cock through the cute, pink lace panties he wore, coaxing yet more pre to seep out onto the soft fabric.

"Is my little vixen ashamed she loves the danger?" the todd fox growled, leaning down to plan a soft kiss between Hunter's ears and receiving a shy little nod in response.

"Y- Yes Sir..." Hunter swallowed softly, heart pounding in his chest.

Dropping his voice to a whisper, Troy replied, "What if I told you this has already been the sexiest Dark Night date I've ever had, sweetie?"

"Y- You... Really?" Hunter stammered out, snaggling a tooth over his muzzle as he felt the albino fox's paw grope a little lower, teasing his balls.

"Really, dear."

"This... This is really hot, Sir," Hunter whispered, eyes gazing up at the screen as he watched the doe's final moments, some street punk putting her out of her misery with a tire iron.

"You're safe here," Troy said softly, kissing Hunter one last time, before giving him a little push onto his back, making sure the TV wasn't front and center for him. Nudging the lace clad cross fox to lay back upon the bed, Troy smiled as he climbed up and over the little critter's body. Sitting down on the boy's chest, with enough weight on his own legs to ensure Hunter could breathe, Troy carefully nudged his jock up against the boy's face, letting Hunter take a big whiff of musky jock stench. For once, the sound of screaming seemed to come from closer in - an echo reverberating through the walls as someone in an adjacent apartment (maybe above or below) was raped or assaulted. But Hunter was distracted by the throbbing cock pressed up against his face, each slow and rhythmic breath flooding his lungs with warm foxboy musk. "I promise," Troy said with candor as he removed the pistol from his jock waistband, "I'll take care of anything... All my little vixen has to do is suck."

With a smirk, Troy ground his crotch firmly into Hunter's face, the little cross fox gasping as he slowly and sensually mouthed over his dmmy foxboy's tender, throbbing cock, muzzling into the cotton briefs with eager abandon. The albino fox could feel Hunter begin to thrust upwards into the air, bucking his hips softly so his panties-clad shaft nudged needily into the teasing tail that flitted just above it. Troy knew just how to coax his lover on; it was going to be a long night after all. Pressing the magazine release on his pistol, Troy made a show of popping the clip out onto the bed, racking the slide so Hunter understood the gun was fully unloaded. The shy little snuff slut fox had no idea what was coming, his eyes widening as he felt the cold metal barrel press up against his temple. Using his free paw to tug the bandana down, Troy growled softly as he watched his musk-drunk lover whine between his thighs.

"That's a good girl," the albino fox crooned, trailing off softly as he stared his lover dead in the eyes. "You want to survive tonight, don't you?"

"Y... Yes Sir..." Hunter grunted, eyes half-lidded Troy used the pistol to nudge his head to the side, a little show of force to ensure the fox knew exactly who was in charge.

"You're gonna be my good little kidnapped slut, aren't you, pretty vixen?" Troy growled, grinding his hips upwards to force Hunter to nuzzle into his bulge. "You can start by sucking me off tonight, sweetheart." The eager little cross fox shivered, nuzzling his snout into his raider's crotch. A hissing moan of assent escaped Hunter's jaws as he slowly opened his muzz to mouth over the musky cotton undies. With his nose awash in warm, savory scent, the first lick lit up Hunter's senses, enhancing the raw vulpine flavor that tantalized and intoxicated his mind. Moaning, the shy, mottled fox carefully dragged his tongue along the rough cotton, soaking it with just enough saliva to release the musky, raunchy taste on his tongue. The warm scent that already flooded his nose opened up like a peaty scotch the moment it hit is tongue, a rich and earthy taste overwhelming his senses with an intoxicating glow that sent tingles down Hunter's spine.

"Mmmmnnnn..." Hunter moaned on a slow, steady exhale, panting as he snuffled into his captor's musk, groaning in deepening lust as he whispered, "Please Sir... Please may I?" Mouthing softly over Troy's groin, Hunter haphazardly tried to suckle and fondle over the fox's meaty cock, the cotton jock getting in the way, but the stimulation only made his captor shiver and thrust harder.

"That's my little slut..." Pressing the pistol between Hunter's eyes, Troy put a little pressure on the gun, nudging Hunter's head to tilt back, forcing his needy vixen to stare down either side of the barrel. Slipping a paw between Hunter's jaws, Troy forced his lover to open up, before calmly, yet firmly jamming the pistol barrel into his lover's mouth. "My little snuff slut. Suck... Show me how much you want to die." The words dripped like honey from Troy's tender mouth, the taste of CPL heavy on Hunter's tongue as he began to suck on the 9mm without question. It was, perhaps, less a suck and more a sucking motion with his snout; the ridged rails on the top and bottom of the pistol easily caught on the boy's teeth, meaning it was hard to smoothly throat-fuck Hunter with the pistol's barrel. But that didn't matter to the little snuff slut.

Hunter's eyes rolled back in his head the moment the barrel tip touched his throat, the little tickle almost electric as he imagined the ear-splitting pop. The horrid pain of his teeth being ripped out by the recoil and the picatinny rail. The sear of hot brass tucking up between his gums and muzzle. And then nothing. The bullet would spatter through his spinal cord, and the world would cease to be. The terrifying thought was electric; Troy could end his life right now, and the death would be perfectly legal. He could spend all evening with his slaughtered snuff slut, fucking the brainless bitch until the morning sun rose. It was almost enough to make Hunter cum his panties. Almost.

Hunter moaned as he felt Troy's sensual paw reach down, easing his jaws out of their tight lock upon the gun. A thin little string of saliva connecting the little cross fox's mouth to the 9mm. Sensually pulling back, the dom fox made sure to check in with Hunter, giving him an opportunity to voice any concerns. Troy wanted to ensure his lover was ready to take this little roleplay to the next level. Nestling his bulge under Hunter's muzzle, letting the little slut sniff and snuffle the fragrant musk into his nose, Troy leaned down to whisper softly, "You doing okay, sweetie?"

The words were underscored by so many horrid sounds. The television had cut to footage down by the docks, some warehouse workers beating the shit out of their Bengal cat boss who strayed a little too late locking up. As the news anchor whispered into their microphone how the helpless feline on camera was getting gang-raped by his assailants, Hunter could clearly hear the cacophony of hot lead and exploding gunpowder just outside Troy's window. Tracer rounds seemed to light up the sky, occasionally one flying off in an odd direction like shooting stars in the warm summer night. A screech from inside the building, this time far closer, caused Hunter to gasp, huffing in a hot breath of musky fox jock.

"Yeahhhhh..." he whispered on exhale, shivering as his eyes lidded once again. Nestling his head back into the pillows, Hunter didn't notice Troy's reaction until it was too late.

Rearing back, the albino fox struck his little vixen on the temple with the butt of his gun, a growl rumbling in the cocky foxboy's throat as he snarled, "What was that, slut?!" The strike was not dangerously hard, but certainly enough to rattle Hunter's mind.

Right back into the roleplay, Hunter yipped a panicked, "Y- Yes S-Sir! Please... Please don't kill m- GLK!" Troy growled as he grabbed for Hunter's jaws, spreading them open again before jamming the gun barrel down his lover's throat. He didn't need Hunter to plead, Troy's mind was already alight with the sounds coming off the TV. The big cat, was caught on camera whimpering, a broken-boned mess on the concrete as one of his former workers doused gasoline over his quivering body. Hunter blinked as he listened, wide-eyed as the feline pleaded for mercy; not for life, but simply for a slit throat or bullet to the brain. Instead, the jeering mass of workers piled wooden pallets and rubber tires over his shattered form. As Troy tilted the barrel of the gun up slightly, forcing Hunter to stare him in the face, the little cross fox shivered as he waited nervously for what came next.

A screech, a horrid scream, tinny through the TV's speakers, resonated through the room, overwhelmed by a woosh of fire as the feline was set alight. His hoarse screams caused Hunter's heart to skip a beat, then two as the albino fox snarled, "Let's kick things up a little," followed by a soft... click! BOOM!

Troy's eyes shot open, body stiffening as a thud echoed through the house. He was sure he'd emptied the gun! ...at least he thought he'd pulled the trigger on an empty gun?! No blood spattering the pillows, that was a good sign. Also, Hunter's frantic blinking eyes and confused (if panicked) cries did not seem to indicate he'd been shot. Turning his gaze back to the doorway, Troy gasped as he saw the living room littered with detritus. The plates and ice cream glasses that previously covered the kitchen table lay skittered across the floor, shattered into a million pieces, and surrounded by different colored wood fragments. Before he could react, a second, deafening blast rocked the apartment.

Troy yelped as he watched splinters fly, a breaching slug shattering his door barricade, followed up by a crack as the front was kicked down. The gun! The pistol, it was right there, not just a play item, but meant to protect him in the rare case something went sideways. A firm yank was met with a sudden squeal and heavy resistance as the picatinny rail caught on Hunter's front jaws, nearly shearing off his eye teeth as Troy tried to free the stuck gun.

"NNNNGH!" Hunter cried, the pain causing him to clench hard on the pistol barrel as Troy yanked again, managing to chip a tooth but not free the gun from his slut's mouth.

"No! No let go!" he cried, darting his opposite paw into the bedsheets and fumbling to find the magazine. The albino fox barely managed to grip his paw upon it as a figure appeared in the living room. A shirtless stallion burst into the apartment, his long, flowing black mane snaked down his chestnut furred back as he brushed past the doorway, a broad, shortened barrel poking around the corner. Stepping into the bedroom, the renegade shook his head softly as he bore down upon the pair of deviants amid their foreplay.

"Drop it! Drop it!" The horse growled. Stepping into the room, the stallion snorted out his broad snout as he waggled the end of his gun at the pair. Troy yipped, loosening his grip upon the magazine as the gun leveled against his face. For a moment the world froze, the three locked in a death glare before the dominant party made his next demand. "Hey, hey!" Shoving the barrel of his gun hard into Troy's face, the albino fox lifted his paws above his head, trying to comply with the orders. Instead, he got a firm shove to the nape of his neck, two barrels pointed firmly at his most vital parts as the equine growled, "Continue."

"Wh-" Troy gasped, his gaze turned away by a quick smack from the assailant's gun, the warm barrel sending the boy reeling against Hunter's confused form.

"Fuck the girl, or you both fucking die," the horse snarled, nostrils flaring as he jammed the barrel straight into Troy's face. Hunter realized, a little too late, that he didn't have anything to worry about. The cocky foxboy seemed to melt under the barrel of a gun, the equine giving a little nudge to the albino's head to coax him to act. "Go on..." Reaching down to fondle his groin, the horse added, "Pleasure me."

Troy's shuddered as he looked into his lover's eyes. The unloaded pistol still jammed in Hunter's jaws was a cruel mockery of the albino fox's attempts to ensure his date remained safe on this most dangerous day of the year. Hunter grunted, still clenched upon the pistol, as his lover carefully tossed aside the magazine, letting the full clip fall at the horse's side.

Surveying the scene, the stallion snorted, wiggling the barrel back and forth between the two little foxes. After scrutinizing the confusing situation, a smirk crawled across his face, the equine's massive shaft throbbing between his thighs as he realized what was going on. "Mmm... fucking perverts. You've been fucking to all the death going on, haven't you?" He crooned, reaching a hand down to fondle himself through his loose fit cargo pants. "Don't stop." The stallion grunted as he used his single hand to aim the shotgun right at Hunter's face. "I wanna watch that little vixen get the fucking of her life."

Troy whined, the once-cocky fox reduced to a terrified wreck as his date night was ruined. Ruined, of course, was an understatement. The renegade horse practically invited himself in slipping his heavy rump down on the bedside to get a better view of the two perverted sluts getting off to the sounds of death all around them. By now, the feline's cries on the TV had devolved to crackling flame, the camera showing off footage of smoky rubber melting over a charred corpse, coating it like a grotesque gimp suit as the onlookers watched, occasionally chucking a beer bottle into the flames. But that chaos seemed so far away now. With a gun-wielding maniac in the room, Hunter and Troy were stuck at the mercy of their filthy captor and his depraved whims.

Rather than remove the pistol from Hunter's mouth, Troy left the 9mm in place as he scooted his jock-body down the cross fox's tender form. With one paw gripping Hunter's ankle, he began to lift his shivering cutie's leg, exposing the seat of his date's cute little panties. But as he turned to grab the lube off the bedside, Troy felt the shotgun's heavy wooden stock slam down hard on the back of his skull. Yelping, the once-cocky fox yowled as the stallion brought down the butt of his gun again, snorting, "Did I say you could use lube?!"

"N- No... No Sir!" Troy stammered out in a panic, his submissive voice and words catching Hunter off guard, the little snuff slut fully aware that this was not a game or idle fun.

"Rape that bitch," the horse demanded, whinnying softly under his breath as Troy tugged aside his jock to finally free his musky shaft from its tight fit prison. Ripping the seat of Hunter's panties off, the whimpering cross fox stared up at his date with terror in his eyes. Quietly mouthing 'I'm sorry,' the albino fox tucked himself up to his lover, taking a moment to stroke himself up to hardness before pressing against Hunter's tight little hole. For a moment, it felt like normal sex; the pair fumbling a little, nudging into one another, Troy testing Hunter's tight little ass to see if it would relax. But as he felt the barrel of the shotgun tuck into the small of his back, Troy knew he was being too kind for his captor's tastes. "Fuck her up."

A loud yelp echoed through the apartment, followed by a struggle as Troy grabbed Hunter's kicking legs, nearly wrenching the cross fox's hip out its socket as he forced himself into the crying little slut. "A- AHH! Stopfh!" Hunter squealed, his teeth clacking on the gun barrel as he slurred out, "Stopitstopstopstop..." Flailing his arms against the bed, Hunter could do nothing as the albino fox overpowered him, bottoming out all seven inches inside his lover.

"Shhh..." Troy whispered, tears filling his eyes as he realized how bad he was hurting Hunter. "T- Take it like a little snuff slut..." The words felt so wrong as they came out. Just minutes ago, it was simple play. A little tease to keep his partner eager and aroused. But now, it was survival. "God you clench so good, little vixen." Troy could only hope to offer Hunter one last fantasy. A fantasy made reality. Through tear-soaked eyes, and pistol-gagged cross fox pleaded as he felt his tight little hole yield to Troy's thick and throbbing shaft. The flesh quickly turned raw and swollen with each deep, painful stroke.

"It hurrrssh..." Hunter moaned, whimpering as Troy grabbed the pistol, jamming the barrel in as far as it would go. He felt the whole length of the 9mm twitch and spasm in his paws as he jammed it hard into Hunter's throat, the little vixen choking and spasming around the barrel.

"You feel how hard it makes me?" Troy hissed, closing his eyes as he rammed himself home, deep inside his lover's broken hole. "Cry for me. I want you to scream." Pulling out on the backstroke, Troy realized his shaft was slick with blood, warm red smears coating the outside of his cock as he forced himself on his lover. This was all wrong. But he knew he had no choice. Pressing his body forward, the albino fox shuddered as he lay his belly across Hunter's groin, tucking the little snuff slut into a perfectly curled-up position. He could feel Hunter feebly trying to grind, his needy cock throbbing against the stretched fabric of his panties. At least he was enjoying himself, even if the pleas said otherwise.

"That's a good fox..." The horse growled, moaning as he fondled himself through his cargo shorts. Nodding towards the fox's side, Troy saw the pistol magazine sitting next to his thigh. He didn't even notice that the equine had grabbed the mag up off the floor, popping out one at a time until the floor and bed lay strewn with 9mm bullets. "One bullet," the stallion chuckled, giving Troy a nudge from behind with his shotgun. "Load the pistol. Don't you DARE turn towards me."

Shivering, Troy nodded as he pulled the gun back from Hunter's jaws, the crying little cross fox whimpering as the gun's ridged rail dragged over a few chipped and shattered teeth on the way out. Slapping the magazine into the blood and spit coated gun, Troy shuddered as he hesitated, staring down at his lover's tear-streaked face. Hunter just gasped, shivering as his mouth gaped, opening and closing in pained panic. He didn't need to be told what to do, the albino fox nervously racking the slide and popping off the safety.

"Go on, fox," the stallion demanded. "Finish what you started." Sniffling back his own tears, Troy started to rock his hips again.

"A- Ahhh... please!" Hunter cried, bloody drool dripping down his face as he pleaded. "H- Huuuurts!"

"I know, little vixen," Troy whined, grunting as he leaned in close, resting his belly upon his lover to get a deeper angle. Swallowing hard, the albino fox whimpered as he pressed the barrel to his date's temple, whispering softly, "It'll be over soon."

Panic set in as Hunter clenched tighter, his pain-wracked form starting to struggle far too late to save his skin. This only served to milk Troy's cock harder; he might have only wanted to roleplay out his sadism, but feeling a real person struggle against his shaft only lit up his need further. Using Hunter to edge himself closer and closer to orgasm, Troy rutted his lover with deep abandon, trying to take what little pleasure he could before the finale struck. He could only hope the stallion might let him live if he did as he was told and ended his little vixen's life.

A sharp pain brought that hope to a sudden end, the albino fox screeching as hot fire pierced through his chest. The stallion waited until the very last moment before thrusting a machete-sized blade firmly into Troy's back. Piercing between two ribs, the wicked metal carved through lung and heart muscle alike, lodging into the albino fox's breastbone and soaking his body in sticky red blood. Eyes-wide, the cocky fox couldn't stop his rush, the pain suddenly muddied with an overwhelming pleasure as orgasm blossomed in his loins. Hunter could only gasp, trapped beneath the incapacitated fox's body. Troy's head slumped down beside him, snout resting on his shoulder and the pillow, the two cheek to cheek just as Hunter felt themselves hit mutual climax. Troy's body quivered, paws clenching instinctively.

POP!

The stallion winced; he had loosened up his earplugs so he could hear the slutty foxes moan while they rutted. That was a dumb decision, his ears ringing as he looked over the bloody mess that lay strewn about on the bed. Hunter's mouth gaped open, his body quivering underneath Troy's floppy form as it pumped hot cum onto his lover's belly. The entry wound was pretty clean, the hollow point only began to mushroom the moment it struck the other side of Hunter's skull. Troy, on the other hand, did not get a clean kill. Clearly unconscious, the fox's body quivered and spasmed wildly, hips thrusting as if locked in a cycle of need, his cum-slick cock already having deflated from the sudden shock to his system. Struck with Hunter's skull fragments and a mushroomed-out slug, the braindead albino fluttered like a fish out of water, making weird and uncoordinated gasping noises.

"Fucking hell..." The horse grunted, leveling his shotgun at the quivering mess on the bed. Pulling the trigger was an act of mercy, the beastly renegade pumping four buckshot rounds into the pair until nothing was left but a gooey mess of organs and viscera. Shaking his head, the stallion hocked back and spat on the eviscerated mass of flesh. "Goddamn perverts," he muttered to himself, before turning his attention to looting Troy's home.

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