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The Wild Woman of Temeshtawitsl Woods

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The coyote hefted her pack a little to recenter it on her back. She pulled out her compass to make sure she was still heading mostly south by southeast. The forest was absolutely massive, and she was far closer to the mountains than the river that cut a valley through them. She was also completely lost. Still, Julie didn't panic. She had been hiking many times, even if this was her first time in this particular bit of wilderness. She had studied the map enough to know if she kept going south then she would eventually hit the river. She could follow that back to the town. Though it would probably still be another day until she got there.

The young woman rather liked hiking way out in the middle of nowhere. No cellphones, no business meetings, no college professors, just herself, her wits, and whatever gear she brought with her. The heavy pack on her back had everything to set up a rudimentary camp, and she knew how to start a fire and keep it from going out of control. She had hiked though all kinds of places, from the mountains of New Mexico and Colorado, to the forests of New York and Alta Ferro. All part of her journey of self discovery.

Now her journey had taken her to Canada. British Columbia, specifically. She had always wanted to explore the untouched wilderness she had seen in so many books. He had picked this area, as she was already close to Seattle at the time. This particular area was around 50 kilometers northeasat of Vancouver. A massive forest of fir trees filling the valley, formed as the Pitt River carved a path through the mountains. The actual name of the place was a mile long and quite the mouthful. She preferred the other name of the Pitt Valley Forest, since she could actually pronounce that.

Her ears perked up as she heard movement nearby. She froze, looking around and hoping it was just some wild deer or something prancing by, and not a wild bear. When she heard the movement get closer, she slowly turned to look where it was coming from. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the silhouette of another person, though the shade of the trees made it hard to make out more than that. She turned more fully to look, making sure the high-vis stripes on her vest were unobstructed, in case it was a hunter or something.

She tilted her head when a surprisingly tall vixen emerged from the shade, wearing a well-worn flannel shirt of red and blue, and a pair of equally worn denim jeans. The fox gave a smile as she saw the hiker. "Hello, there!" Julie noted the accent, a local one. Or at least, it was the same as everyone in the nearby town. "You're a bit off the hiking paths. You lost?"

Julie let out a soft laugh. "A little, yes. I got a might bit turned around. Serves me right for going off on my own, I s'pose."

The fox nodded slowly as she approached, still smiling. "Ah, yeah. Easy to happen. Even knowing this place as well as I do, I can sometimes lose my way."

"You're local then? Are you from... uh... what was it again? Alan?"

The woman shook her head. "Oh, no. I mean, yes, I'm local, but I don't live in the town." She held her hands out, motioning to nothing in particular. "I live out here in these woods."

She blinked in surprise. "Wait, people live out here?"

The fox laughed softly. "No, not really. Just me. I have a cabin of sorts a little ways from here. Converted old hunter's lodge I got some... oh... 15 years ago." She scratched at her short, black hair a little. "Though I do stay in the town during the colder parts of the winter. If you've been there, I'm surprised no one told ya about me."

Julie shook her head slowly. "I booked a room at the hotel, but no one mentioned anything." She wasn't sure if she should be on edge or not now, but the fox seemed friendly enough. She decided to just keep being friendly, too. Holding out a hand, she smiled to her. "Name's Juliet-Marie Taylor."

The woman laughed a little, but shook the offered hand. "You're all first names?"

She chuckled. "Not the first time I've heard that. My friends just call me Julie."

"Ah, that's a lot easier. Well, a pleasure to meet you, Julie. I'm Vivian Rightly. Though you can call me Vivi." She chuckled again. "Can't say it's what my friends call me. Don't have too many living out here. Most just call me The Wild Woman of Temeshtawitsl." Julie blinked as the woman just rattled off the name of the forest. "Or The Fox of Pitt Valley, if that's easier."

Julie giggled. "I think I'll stick with Vivi. I can pronounce that."

"Suit yourself." Vivi smiled a little more. "Say, it's getting a bit past mid-day. What say you swing by my place and I treat you to some food. Got a map of the area, too, so I could point you the direction of the town easier."

She laughed. "No, I wouldn't want to impose."

The fox scoffed. "Nonsense. I wouldn't offer if you were imposing. I got myself some rabbit just the other day. Been drying it out for some jerky. Also been smoking some fish for a while. That should be done soon." She paused. "Unless you're one of those... vegan sorts."

Juile shook her head. "No. I tried it when I was a bit younger, but I found out pretty quick not having meat on a hike is pretty hard." She giggled softly. "Plus, I like burgers a bit too much to give them up."

Vivi nodded. "Yeah. Bet you've never had anything quite like the kind I can make. None of those shaped slabs of dried up old beef bits from the fast food places. All fresh meat, smoked myself, and grilled up just right."

"That... does actually sound quite lovely." She nodded. "Sure, okay. If you insist. I am a little peckish."

The fox nodded. "Right! Well then, just follow me. My place isn't too far from here." She set off to the east, the coyote following.

"So, you've lived here for 15 years?"

Vivi nodded. "Just about. Grew up in Vancouver, but I would go camping out here with my folks all the time. Always preferred the wilderness to the city. It's... quieter. So when I was... actually, close to your age. You're... 19?"

Julie giggled. "Not quite. 22."

"Ah. I was close. Anyway, when I was 17, instead of going to university, I took the money my parents saved up for that and bought myself the old hunting lodge. They weren't happy about it, of course, but it's my life. I'd rather spend it out here than cooped up in some office cubicle."

"Yeah. I agree. I've always preferred the outdoors, too." She smiled. "I grew up on a farm just outside of El Paso,Texas, so I've always been outside. Tried the city life for a bit, the whole college thing, but it just didn't sit right."

"Texas, huh? Never been, myself. Don't think I could stand that kinda heat."

Julie giggled. "I'm sure most people there would say the same about the cold up here. But it don't bother me much."

"So, what brings you all the way to Canada? Pretty long trek from Texas."

She nodded. "Yeah, it is. I came because I just really wanted to explore this part of the continent. Untouched nature, you know? Far away from civilization. Kinda... reconnect with nature. Get lost and find myself."

Vivi nodded. "Well, came to the right place. As places to get lost go, Temeshtawitsl is a good choice."

"Uh, yeah. That name. Tamashta... what is it again?"

The fox chuckled as she climbed over a fallen log. "Temeshtawitsl. Bit of a mouthful, I know. It means 'Land of The White Fir Trees.' Or close enough to it. Comes from one of the old First Nation tribes that was out here. Of course, it's slightly bastardized from the original Coastal Salish language." She ducked under a low-hanging branch. "Now, I do have some lineage to one of the Salish tribes... or so my dad used to say. But I don't speak any of the languages, so this might be a bit wrong. But as I know it, it's from Taytmx, which means land or our land or something like that, and ta'witsl or te'witsel, meaning white fir trees." She pointed at a nearby pine tree with short, white-green needles in tight bunches at the ends of its branches. "That's a white fir, by the way."

Julie just nodded along, though she did find this kind of history fascinating. "That's pretty neat."

Vivi nodded. "Yup. Of course, the settlers couldn't pronounce it well, either. So Taytmx became Temx, which became Temesh. Ta'witsel became... well, tawitsl. Then just tawits. Then everyone went and forgot all about it until the 80's, when places started getting old First Nation names applied or reapplied to them. So Pitt Valley Forest got the official name Temeshtawitsl." She smirked. "Though most people still just say Pitt Valley. Like you said, it's a lot easier to pronounce. But I like the First Nation version better."

"That's really interesting! Who knew there could be so much history in a name?" The two women continued through the woods, talking about nothing much in particular. Julie found the company quite pleasant. She found Vivi to be very friendly, especially for someone called a wild woman. She suspected it was just because of how she lived. Society never understood people that chose to live off the grid. Though maybe off the grid wasn't quite the right term.

"Here we are! Home sweet home." The fox motioned to the place she called home.

"It's... a lot bigger than I had imagined." She had expected to find a tiny log cabin, or something closer in size to a tiny trailer home. Instead, it was a pretty big place, at least as far as houses in the woods went. Closer to a one story house. There were also two smaller buildings set behind it. One was some kind of large shed, closer to what she had expected the main house to be. The other was a smaller metal box with smoke pouring out of a chimney.

"Heh. Guess you were expecting a tiny shack?" The coyote nodded slowly, giving an embarrassed smile. Vivi just shrugged. "Nah. Hunter's lodges are a bit bigger than that. It's even got electricity hooked up. You don't want to know how much it cost me to get lines run from town out here for that. But, since they were doing it anyway, had 'em put down some net lines, too. I even have wifi these days. Though it's pretty spotty at best most of the time. Use it to watch for storms." She smirked. "Though there's a few sites I like to visit for fun, too."

Julie giggled softly. "Like your own little hotel room in the woods. I like it." She peered around the house to look closer at the metal box in the back. "Is that a smokehouse?"

The fox nodded. "Sure is. Got some fish in their right now. But pretty soon, I'll be putting my favorite thing in it."

"Oh? What's that?" Julie turned, just in time to see something brown coming right at her. She had no time to avoid it, or do more than let out an abbreviated cry of surprise as it smashed into her face. She was sent crashing to the ground unconscious, a small trickle of blood running on the side of her head.

Vivi tossed the log back onto the pile, a wide, wicked grin on her face as she looked down at the woman. "Hikers."

* * *

The fox hummed to herself as she prepped all of her tools on the workbench against the wall, her fluffy tail swaying happily behind her. Making sure everything was sharp and clean, not that they would stay clean for very long. When she heard the groan behind her, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Ah. Finally awake." She turned more fully to face the coyote.

Julie let out another groggy groan, only to gasp. She was completely stripped of her clothes. Light brown fur covered her slender, athletic body. Her arms and legs were both held down by hard leather straps, keeping them pinned to the table firmly. Another strap was around her belly and her neck to keep her in place. The most she could do was wiggle a little, which only served to make her ample breasts wobble on her chest. Even her tail was pinned down. The table didn't even creek under her. It was solid metal, with some kind of deep groove in the middle, running right under her spine, which was not exactly comfortable, either.

Vivi smiled as she stepped closer so the woman could see her. The fox was also completely stripped down to nothing, unabashedly showing off her toned muscles, feminine figure, and perky chest. "Struggle all you want, morsel. Bigger people than you have failed to get themselves free. But by all means, get that blood pumping and tire yourself out." Her grin grew wider, more wild and almost animalistic. "It makes the meat taste much better that way."

"M-meat!?" Julie's eyes went wide, not believing what she just heard. "Let me go!" She tried to put on a brave face, but it was obvious just how terrified she was. "S-someone w-will come looking for me!"

The fox just shrugged. "Maybe. But they will never find you." She reached out to grope the woman's big, jiggly tits. "No one is coming to save your cute ass." She slapped the breast, making her gasp. "Well, now that you're awake, we can begin." She turned to give a thumbs up at seemingly nothing. She had the whole shack wired up to record her work from a bunch of different angles.

Julie watched the woman walk back to the work bench. "B-begin... what?" Her breath caught in her throat when the fox turned back around, a massive, wicked saw with jagged teeth in her hand. "N-no! D-Don't!"

Vivi tilted her head. "Why not?" She snapped her finger. "Right!" She set the saw down, only to pick up a pair of safety goggles. Once they were on, she picked the saw back up, tapping the back side against the goggles. "Good call. Safety first!" She giggled as she moved closer. "Thanks for reminding me. Wouldn't want someone to get hurt." Once she was beside the table, she looked the woman up and down, thinking aloud to herself. "Now... which to start with? Legs, or arms?"

"PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!" The coyote still pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes now. This had to be some kind of nightmare. There was no way this was real. People like this just didn't exist outside of movies!

Unfortunately, Vivi was very much real. "Legs it is." She placed her free hand upon the girl's thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. "Mmm, nice and tender. This will make for some very good steaks." She placed the saw upon her flesh. "Now. We're kilometres away from anything and anyone. So go ahead and scream." She gave another of her wicked smiles. "It turns me on." Julia just panted, still staring at the psychotic woman, praying that she would wake up any second.

Instead, she felt the teeth of the saw bite. Her shriek of agony filled the cabin, echoing through the woods outside. The saw carved into her thigh deeper with every push and pull, slicing into her, right against her hip. Blood poured from the ever widening wound, drooling around the blade and the hand that held her twitching, quivering thigh. She would writhe if the restraints didn't keep her held down so firmly, instead only allowing her to squirm and wiggle against the table.

When the blade hit bone, Vivi started to cut around it, carving around the center. She hummed softly to herself as she worked, loving the sounds the coyote was making. Between that, the smell of the blood filling the room so quickly, and the twitching muscle under her touch, she was already turned on quite a bit. But she was a professional, and focused on her work. Once she had cut a groove all around the bone, she set the blade down on the table behind her. She hit a quick-release on the strap holding the leg down, the binding slipping away quickly. She wasn't worried about the woman kicking her, since the leg was limp and useless now.

She gripped at the ankle tight, another hand placed on the woman's hip. "This will hurt." She started to tug. Julie shrieked again as she felt a horrible tugging at her lower half. Even with so much of the area cut through, it still felt like it was tearing. Vivi twisted the leg a little, which only made the pain that much worse. There was a sickeningly wet pop as the joint was dislocated, sounding rather like pulling a drumstick off of a turkey. With another ripping feeling, her leg was pulled away entirely, blood drooling from the wound.

Vivi nodded as she held up the severed left leg. "Very nice." She gently set it down on another metal table nearby. She turned back in time to see the coyote start to piss herself, urine splashing out of her exposed cunt onto the table. There was quite a lot of it. "Oh, I see you kept yourself hydrated. Good girl." She reached down to pick something up with one hand, placing the other on the woman's abdomen. She pressed down to help squeeze the bladder, forcing even more piss to almost spray out of her. "Let it all out now."

Once the stream had trickled to a near stop, leaving a pool of urine on the table, she smiled. "There. That's better." She looked to the bloody wound. "Now. Let's do something about this." She held up a branding iron, the business end of it just a large, flat circle, currently orange hot from its time in the small but incredibly hot little furnace in the corner. "We wouldn't want you bleeding out just yet." She pressed the iron against the wound to cauterize it. Julie's scream grew in decibels and pitch as the room was filled with the smell of charred meat and burnt blood.

Before Vivi was done, the woman went quiet and limp. "Oh dear." She still finished sealing the wound, leaving a burnt edge right against her hip. "Seems she went and passed out on me. I guess I'll start working on the leg I've got first before I do the next." She giggled, setting the iron back into the furnace. Turning to the severed limb, she pat the thigh gently. "Oh yes, this is very lovely." One hand slid down to start teasing at her own drooling pussy. "Mmm... a little fun first while she rests." It was common for her to tease herself to multiple orgasms while preparing the meat. Especially when they were such cute things like the girl on the table behind her.

Julie started to wake several minutes later. She felt the burning numbness along her left leg, wishing what she felt wasn't real. She heard the fox nearby, humming to herself again. Her eyes went wide at what she saw. Her own leg, or what had once been her leg, laid upon a metal table. The fur had been stripped away, exposing the meat itself. The fur sat on the floor, her severed foot sitting upon it. Vivi had started to carve the thigh down to smaller pieces, leaving the thicker parts of her thigh with the bone still inside, while stripping her calf off with a long, thin knife.

The fox turned to look when she heard the short, horrified gasping behind her. Her arms were covered in blood now, much of it also on her belly, and quite a bit amid the fur between her legs from her earlier teasing. "Ah. Back again." She set the knife down, grabbing a towel to wipe the blood off of her hands. "Good. We can continue." She picked the saw back up and moved to the other side of the table. "I prefer to do this with you cute bits of meat awake. The fear makes the meat taste so much better!"

The coyote couldn't speak anymore. Not that she didn't have her voice, obvious as her shrieks filled the room once more when the saw bit into her again. Her mind simply refused to let the words form. The pain was real, the agony true, but her mind still refused to believe it fully. Her left leg itched and burned, even though it was in pieces on a table across the room. Her right was on fire and cold as the blade cut through the nerves. Her whole lower half was hot, like she was sitting in a bed of burning coals. She once more felt as much as heard the pop as her other hip was dislocated, the leg pulled free a moment later. She lay shivering and trembling, tears soaking her cheeks. Her wide eyes looked straight ahead, staring at nothing. Then the brand touched her exposed flesh, and she was again left shrieking in agony.

She did not pass out this time, but did just lay her head down once it was over, gasping and sobbing. Vivi looked at her, carrying the freshly removed leg in her hands. "Still with us?" Julie just gave a sob as a reply. "Not quite." She gently pat the woman's cheek, leaving a bloody hand print. "It's just shock, my dear." She took the leg over to the table and set it down with the rest of the meat. She pat it gently. "I'll prepare that in a moment. First..." She picked up the meat she had already prepared, carrying it all over to a nearby ice box. It was a bit old fashioned, but it worked quite well to keep the meat fresh while she was prepping the rest.

She also pulled out a pair of water bottles. She set one down, then twisted the top off of the other. Moving over to Julie, she slid one hand under the back of the girl's head to lift it slowly. "Here. Drink." She held the opening of the bottle to her lips and tipped it slowly. The girl sputtered as soon as her mouth was full. "Drink!" She commanded. The coyote was forced to do as she was told. The only other option was drowning as her mouth filled with water. She gulped down the cool liquid as it was slowly poured for her. After several gulps, Vivi nodded, moving away. "There you go." She pat the woman's cheek again, smearing the hand print into her fur a little. "You rest up while I prepare your other lovely thigh!"

She set the bottle down, opening the second and draining half of it in one go. She then went to the fresh meat and started to carve at it. She cut the foot off and set it aside, then cut a long slit down the side from ankle up to the top. With a heavy tug, she started to pull the pelt away, rolling the leg a little so she could pull it off in one sheet, obviously having done this before many times. She folded the pelt up and set it with the other one, putting the right foot atop it before returning to continue with her work.

Julie heard what sounded like an electric knife, only much higher pitched. She dared to look, seeing it was what she thought it was... only more industrial looking. Like something a surgeon would use. Or a butcher. It made short work of the bone, carving right through it in nothing flat. She wondered why the woman didn't use that on her before. It would be way more efficient than a bone saw. She almost laughed that she had such rational thought about something like that. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, probably from the blood loss. She was also very tired, and just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. The aching at her lower half wouldn't allow it, nor would her legs itching so much. She did not know why they itched. They weren't attached anymore, but she could swear she still felt them there, and even feel when she tried to wiggle her toes.

She tilted her head to look when she heard the woman suddenly letting out a loud moan. The fox had her hand between her legs again, rubbing furiously at herself. Vivi let out a loud gasping cry as she came again, her thighs squeezing together as her pussy drooled all over her fingers, juices running down her legs, soaking in with the blood already in the fur. After a moment, Vivi composed herself again, leaning a bit against the table. "Ah..." She turned to glance over her shoulder. "Sorry. Cutting you up like this is just so fucking sexy!" She giggled, collecting all of the meat she had and carrying it over to the ice box to put it with the rest.

"There we go." She moved back over to the woman, patting the coyote's bicep. "Now. I think it's time for these to go."

Julie just started to tear up again, shaking her head. "Please... n-no more..." Her trembling voice was hoarse and raw from the screaming. "J-just kill me already..." She just wanted it to be over.

"No. I'm not done yet!" She pat the woman's belly. "But don't worry. I promise this next part will be much faster." She held up a massive cleaver. "Arms are much easier to cut." Before Julie could even plea, the blade was slammed down onto her arm, just next to her shoulder. The edge sharp enough, the blade heavy enough, and the blow hard enough to cleave right through in one go. She watched her arm moved away the next moment, blood once more pouring out of her. Then the burning returned, searing against her and making her squirm and shriek again.

Vivi moved around to the other side, holding up the cleaver again. "You're all lopsided. Let's fix that." The blade was slammed down again, and once more a limb was no longer hers. Her voice started to give out from the screaming as the iron touched her again to seal the wound. She tasted blood in her mouth from how raw her throat had gotten. She was not sure she had tears to cry anymore, but she still sobbed. Just as she thought it would be the end, the blade came down one last time, this time on her tail, removing it right near her rear and leaving little but a stump at the base of her spine.

Vivi set the tail down with the rest of the fur, not really having a use for it, but it had to go. She was about to start prepping the arms when she heard the raspy voice speak. "W-wh...why...?"

She turned to look. "Hmm? Why? Why what?"

Julie squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head slowly, not even sure why she bothered. Yet still she asked. "W-why... a-are you d-doing this? Why... why me!?"

The fox let out a soft sigh, moving back over to the woman. She placed her hand against one of the coyote's big tits, giving it a soft squeeze. "Well. Because I need to eat. And you, my lovely little morsel, are meat." She squeezed the breast firmly, making her tense up. "Lovely, sexy, tender meat. You hikers are always in good shape, so your meat is perfect for smoking, grilling, and stewing." She pat the girls belly gently. "You'll feed me for quite a while." She slid her hand a little lower, to start teasing at the girl's pussy, though it did not bring any pleasure to her. "As for why you specifically... no reason. You were just unlucky, I guess." She giggled, slapping the girl's lower lips, making her flinch. "Doesn't hurt that you're a cute little cunt, too. Cutting you cuties is always more fun. I mean, look how wet you made me?" She showed off her own pussy, which was still drooling her arousal. "I've cum three times already, and we're not even at the main event!"

"M-main... event?" She had no idea why she asked. She already knew it would probably involve her dying. Maybe she just wanted it to happen sooner rather than later. She was so tired. She could barely catch her breath, her vision blurred, and her mind was full of fog. Even all the pain and agony felt numbed to her now.

Vivi nodded. "Yup!" She tilted her head as she saw the woman's eyes lose focus a few times. "Mmm. I guess we should get to it. You don't look so good." She moved down to the far end of the table, reaching down to move something that made the whole table rattle. "I wouldn't want you to miss all the fun." Something clicked into place. With the straps around her middle and neck, Julie couldn't look to see what it was. Not that she wanted to.

Or needed to, as she got her answer a moment later when a high pitched whirring sound filled the room. Her eyes went wide as she heard the buzzsaw starting up at its high speed. Now she knew what the groove against her spine was. It was a channel for the saw. This wasn't just a table, but a table_saw!_ She shook her head, finding her voice again. "N-no! N-not... not l-like... this! P-please!" her pleas went ignored as the fox slowly moved the saw upwards. She felt the wind from the blade as it drew ever threateningly closer, right up between her legs... where her legs had been, almost touching her vulnerable sex.

The sound of the blade shifted as it touched flesh, ripping into her with terrible speed and force. She shrieked again, writhing as much as she could in her restraints. This was by far the worst pain she had felt so far, and it only grew worse as the spinning disk of death carved ever higher. The pitch shifted again as it hit the bone, but Vivi always used blades specifically designed to cut through tough material like this, so it was through quickly enough. Blood was flung in a line from the blade, but most of it was caught by a splash guard at the top. It at least kept the worst of it from splashing on the ceiling.

Once the blade was cutting through the woman's lower intestines, Vivi reached up to hit the quick release on the strap against her belly. The moment it was out of the way, the woman tried to squirm, but she had almost no control over her cut muscles anymore. The blade traveled ever higher, slowly but surely splitting her down the middle. The pitch shifted again when it reached her ribs, but again was only slightly slowed, but not stopped.

Julie was still aware when she felt the strap on her neck release, though she no longer had breath to scream. The blade moved higher, cutting between her lungs, right between her breasts, then to her neck. Vivi held her down as she pushed the saw harder. When it hit the base of her skull, it struggled a little, but continued on. The blade cut higher, carving between Julie's wide, tear-filled eyes, slicing right down the middle of her brain. Finally, it exited the top, jerking forward once there was no more obstruction. Vivi turned the blade off, and stepped back. She was now covered in the coyote's blood.

She looked at her handiwork. The torso of the woman lay in two halves, one flopped over a little more than the other. Her guts had spilled free, laying in a pile of steaming offal at her middle. Her heart was visible on the left side, giving a final, feeble twitch. One half of the woman's brain slowly slid out of the casing to flop onto the table, that side's eye rolled back. The other side's eye was just wide, staring ahead with shock, not believing what had happened, though no spark of life was in either.

Vivi could not hold back, her fingers plunging into herself as she stared at the remains. She had to grip the table as she came almost instantly, screaming her ecstasy as her pussy gushed all the more. Her legs nearly gave out under her, trembling and shivering as the pleasure washed over her, her tail thrashing behind her. She gasped and panted heavily, still twitching and trembling as it started to fade slowly, little shocks still running up and down her spine and through her crotch.

"Ah... fuck, that's one of my favorite ways to kill you cunts." She reached a hand out to grip at the girl's tit once more. "You really were a chesty slut, too. Most hiker bitches are tiny, flat chested things." She slid her other hand away from her crotch, bringing it up to her mouth to clean her fingers and taste herself mixed with the dead woman's blood. "Mmm... yeah, that was a good one." She took a few moments to let herself catch her breath and calm down.

Once her legs didn't feel like jelly anymore, she pushed herself upright. Clearing her throat, she turned to the nearest camera. "Ha... fun show, huh?" She gave a grin and a thumbs up. "Well, not done yet. Still gotta finish carving this thing!" She reached over to unhook the blade from the track, though didn't remove it yet. She just wanted to make sure it wouldn't accidentally turn on while she finished. She then grabbed another large knife, this one a long chef's knife. "Let's start with these!" She slid the edge right against the base of one of the girl's tits and started to cut into the fatty tissue. "These'll be going into my pot tonight."

* * *

Vivi smiled as she read the comments on her latest video. She ignored the ones that were just horrified by how brutal she was with the coyote. Like anyone on D-Gen had any right to judge. She focused more on the ones that commented positively on the brutality. She recognized a few of the names, some were even fellow content creators, like The_Carvers and BigBodRed. Even one of the mods, AJX_Night, had mentioned how this was one of her better videos. Though they did ask if she had any plans for doing another rodent in the future. She wondered once more just what they were, species-wise, as they were very cagey about personal info. Didn't even know what gender they were, as they always used gender-neutral terms. Though they could be one of the non-binary types, she supposed.

She picked up her cup, sipping at the iced tea within it. It was a good day for relaxing outside like this. Clear sky, not too humid, and not too hot or cold. Her smokehouse was puffing away nearby, filling the area around her home with the wonderful smell of cooking meat. It had been going for a few days now, working on slowly cooking the coyote's meat. It had taken nearly a week, but the last batch was almost done. Despite the mouthwatering smell surrounding her home, she never worried about any sort of wild critters coming by. Nothing bigger than the occasional raccoon or opossum, anyway. They all knew better.

"Vivian!" She looked up as she heard the voice call out. Closing the laptop, she got up, setting the thing down on her chair. She picked up her cup and moved around to the front of the house to find the source of the voice. A single man stood waiting for her. Tall, stocky and barrel-chested, the moose wore the light tan uniform of police, a sheriff's badge pinned to the breast pocket of his light jacket. He stood beside a jeep, also emblazoned with the words 'Police' upon it, as well as the name of the nearby town of Alan he was from.

She smiled at him. "Well. Sheriff Rosko." She wiped her hands on her jeans a little, then held one out for him to shake. "What brings you way out here, Bob?"

The tall man gave her a friendly smile, shaking her hand politely. He towered over her, despite that she was a little over 185cm. "Out on business, I'm afraid. There's been a report of a hiker going missing out here." He reached into his jeep and picked up a tablet. After tapping at the screen he turned it to her to show her. It showed the smiling face of the coyote she had killed only a few days earlier. The one whose meat was currently cooking only a few metres away. "This is Juliet-Marie Taylor."

Vivi scoffed. "She's all first names?"

He nodded. "I said the same thing. She was last reported leaving the Pitt Lake Hotel around 10 days ago." The hotel was the only one in the town, and a pretty popular spot for tourists coming to hike through the forest and mountains. Alan was the only town within a dozen or more kilometres, so most tourists started and stopped their trips there. "The manager reported that she hadn't checked in since she left. Thought she might have just ditched, but some of the folks in town said she was seen hiking up this way, full pack and all." He tilted his head. "Have you seen anything?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Just been me and the trees. Occasional wild critter. Rabbit the other day." She smiled at him, chuckling silently to herself as the rabbit had also been a hiker she had caught.

The sheriff nodded. "Alright. You don't mind if I take a quick look around though, do you?"

Vivi just shrugged. "Go right ahead, Bob." She stepped out of his way and he started to look around. When he moved over to the shed, she called out. "Oh, the shed's a bit of a mess right now."

He nodded and opened the door to have a look inside. She had managed to clean most of the blood up, but there was no way to really get the stains off of the walls. The coyote's tail also hung from the wall, next to the woman's pelt. Her pack also sat in the corner, most of the contents already emptied and rummaged through. The name 'Taylor' was right on the top of it, stitched in a high-vis, reflective material meant to be easy to see.

The man nodded slowly, closing the door again. "Yup. Doesn't seem like anything's here." He turned to look at the smokehouse. "You got a fresh catch going? Could smell it the whole trip up here."

The fox nodded, stepping over to him. "Yup! Was quite the catch. This is the last batch right now." She smirked up at him. "You want some? Could throw some of what I've got done in a bag for ya."

He laughed softly. "Sounds great." He followed her as she went to the front, though remained by his jeep while she headed inside to get the meat for him.

After a few minutes, she came back out, holding the bag out for him. "Here you go."

He took it, giving her a big smile. "Thanks, Viv. Penny loves this stuff." Penny was his wife, an adorable caribou with a bit of a belly, big tits, and a bigger smile. He set the bag down on the passenger's seat of the jeep. "Well, I should keep looking for our missing hiker. Though she probably ended up running afoul of some wild animal."

She nodded. "Yeah. Gotta be careful out here. All kinds of dangerous wild beasts in these woods." She couldn't keep the grin from her face this time.

The sheriff chuckled as he got into the jeep and started it up. "Yeah. You be careful, too." Before he pulled away, he called out to her. "Oh! By the way. Loved the latest video. So did Penny. Had one hell of a night with her watching that one."

Vivi grinned a little more. "Well, I know it's a bit of a trip, but I could invite you over next time I catch myself something juicy. And you be sure to bring that lovely lady of yours, too."

He shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just bring her by for a... lady's night some time. You know she's talked about it."

"You're welcome to stay if you do. I'm sure I could find something for you to do." He just let out a soft chuckle, though didn't turn down the idea. With that, he pulled away, leaving the house of the wild woman with a bag of meat of her latest kill. Maybe someday, that bag would be his wife. Or him. Both options were appealing to the moose. And the fox.

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