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Alex sat at his desk, typing boredly on his computer, scowling. His purple-tinted glasses were off, sitting by the keyboard. The microscope he'd been toying with earlier was back in its display case. His narrow eyes squinted in the darkness. He had the overhead light off. The sole illumination came from the computer screen.

The situation involving that bothersome detective and his ineffectual lieutenant was somewhere in the back of his mind, but he was no worrier. He'd taught himself to focus on work so as to avoid fretting too much.

After a moment he glanced up, realizing Minerva was standing in the doorway. She had her arms crossed and was looking at him curiously as she leaned on the doorframe. How long she'd been there, Alex wasn't sure.

"That look will stick if you keep scowling, darling," the enormous mare said of her husband's frown.

He smiled. The sight of her always made him smile. He put his glasses back on. "I'll try my best to rotate my facial expressions, my dear..."

The horse smiled a little bit in response to that and walked over to him, coming around the desk. She spun his chair around she was face her and not his computer screen.

"Whoa!" Alex cried. "Easy there, my sweet. Now, you aren't mad at me 'cause I forgot Valentine's Day, are you?"

It'd entered his mind the second he saw her. Valentine's Day. He had forgotten it. Sort of. He did have a present for her, he'd just forgotten to give it to her on the actual holiday because he'd been too busy with work. Sometimes he wondered if his father was intentionally trying to sabotage his marriage. He was certain he was.

Smirking, he shifted in his chair and opened a drawer in his desk. From it, he produced a pink enveloped sealed with a red heart sticker. In beautiful cursive it read "To my darling wife." Smiling, he offered it to the gigantic horse. Inside was an engraved card with some sappy poem, but tucked within it was a Polaroid of Alex lying sprawled on the bed, wearing nothing but a smile with a rose between his teeth. His Valentine's Day present.

Minerva smiled as she opened the envelope and saw the card and the photo. Her cock twitched a bit. My, but her husband was handsome. She looked at him. "Actually, no. I'm not upset about you missing Valentine's Day. I actually have a late surprise for you, myself."

"Oh?" said Alex. He brightened. It was always interesting whenever she had a surprise.

The big mare nodded, a smile on her lips as she laid one of her giant hands on his shoulder. "But you'll have to come out with my tonight to get it."

"A dinner date, huh?" Alex guessed.

She would neither confirm nor deny it. He chuckled, remembering all too well how exciting ther first outing had been. The one that ended with the uppity hostess doing a death dance at the end of a cable dangling from a warehouse rafter. He hoped whatever Minerva had planned was something similar. Perhaps even better! He nodded.

"Very well, then, my sweet," he cooed, taking one of her big hands and kissing it, "we'll go out tonight."

"Wonderful, then," the horse said.

She smiled again, even brighter, dipping her head so that she could kiss the shorter rabbit's forehead. Alex smiled and nuzzled into her throat, then she turned and walked off to start planning. Alex then turned and resumed his work. He was very much looking forward to this!

~*~

As the hour got closer to midnight, Minerva awaited her husband at the front door, dressed in a nice dark red gown, her hair pinned up at the back of her head. Alex, who'd changed into a snappy tux, came downstairs to greet her.

"Come on, now, darling," Minerva said. "We are going to be ate."

Alex nodded and then went with her out the door. Minerva was positively beaming in delight, walking with him out to the sleek midnight blue Mercedes sedan.

There was no need for a sitter for Alphonse. This late at night, he was already fast asleep. Besides, Fabian, Biff and Marty were in the house in case anything went amiss and the boy needed protecting. They were all three crammed onto the sofa in the living room watching some hardcore Swedish porno Marty had gotten from somewhere.

Dorian stood holding the back door open for them. Alex got in first. Before she joined him, Minerva handed the chauffeur a small slip of paper containing the address of where they were going.

"That's where we're heading tonight," she told him, then climbed in. The Mercedes chassis groaned in protest at her added weight. "When we arrive, you'll remain with the car. Make it snappy," she added gently.

Dorian inspected the paper and nodded.

~*~

Less than ten minutes later, the Mercedes was gliding along the almost totally deserted downtown roads, headed for the scummy warehouse district. In back, Minerva smiled and moved a little closer to her husband, leaning herself back in the seat, her sumptuous breasts thrust forward, meaty thighs spread a little. Alex smiked and groped along her thigh.

"I think you're really going to enjoy this," the mare said to her grabby husband, making no move to stop his hand from slipping further up her thigh.

"Oh, I already am," the rabbit replied, his hand subtly cupping the enormous package his goddess of a wife somehow managed to keep hidden.

"Not this, silly," Minerva chuckled. "Where we're going."

"Oh, that," Alex said with a grin, taking his hand off of her. "Knowing you, I bet I am, my dearest. You're always so very clever."

He nuzzled against his large wide's side. Ever the professional driver, Dorian paid them not a lick of attention up front. A minute later, he swung the Mercedes into the empty parking lot of a long-abandoned warehouse, halting out front of the big, spooky-looking building. Alex, who'd overheard his wife's orders to their chauffeur, got out on his side, then offered a hand to the huge mare.

"My lady..." he cooed.

"Such a gentleman!" Minerva said with a smirk.

She accepted that hand and carefully climbed out of the car, which bounced up a bit as she left it, Dorian shuddering in the front seat. She slammed the door, then, still holding Alex's hand, led him to the side door of the warehouse, holding it open for him. Alex went in, and the towering form of the mare followed. Dorian turned the motor off and closed his eyes. He was gonna be here a while.

Alex felt a little overdressed in his tuxedo in this abandond industrial environment, but he trusted Minerva. The floor was dusty and even he, with his experience in construction, was unable to tell precisely what this place had been used for. Inside the warehouse there were two women. One of them, a porcupine, was in a leather jacket, a grin on her lips. The second woman, a chinchilla, was younger and wearing a business suit with a short shirt and thigh-high stockings. She was down on her knees and the porcupine was holding her in place. A pair of high heels lay nearby, apparently hers. She looked terrified.

Alex's interest was instantly piqued. "My, my, my, what is is this?"

Minerva just smiled and walked over to stand by the two women. "Do you remember our first dinner date?"

"Boy, do I ever! It was.. extremely exciting."

The mare nodded, glancing at the two women, then back to her husband. "Well, I decided we should relive it a little bit."

"That sounds like a plan," the rabbit replied. "So..."

He walked forwards and stood before the two women, captor and captive.

"They got names?" he asked.

Minerva nodded and motioned first to the porcupine in the leather jacket. The captor. "This is A.J., a good friend of mine," she said.

"How vey pleased I am to meet you," Alex said. He took AJ's hand and kissed it.

"And this girl is Miranda." This of the otter. The captive.

Alex turned and looked and looked at Miranda. "I take it this one is our entertainment for the evening...?"

Minerva mirked, drumming her fingers affectionately on A.J.'s shoulder. She gave the porcupine woman a kiss on the cheek. "Go get the chains," she whispered softly.

A.J. nodded, releasing Miranda. Before the chinchilla could even think of getting up, one of Minerva's massive hands seized her by the collar and the trembling chinchilla firmly in place. A.J. disappeared into the depths of the building to go and get the chains needed to string Miranda up. Minerva chuckled at her husband's question, and then decided to answer it, nodding.

"Part of it, yes," she said in a low voice with a gleam in her eye. She then forced Miranda to look up at her husband. "Now say hello."

The chinchilla was trembling in fear, her long hair starting to slip out of the bun on the back of her head, one very much like Minerva's, in fact. She tried to make herself say hello but was unable to speak. Minerva frowned. Stepping forwards, Alex slapped her. Miranda gave a litle shriek of pain at that and trembled.

"She said to say hello," he growled. "Better obey my wife, bitch."

"I-I-I'm sorry... H... Hello..." Miranda stammered.

"Good girl," Minerva said. "Your learn fassst." She hissed like a snake.

"I hope that wasn't too forward," Alex said apologetically - to his wife. "It just seemed like she needs a lesson in manners."

"No, no," Minerva reassured him, giggling quietly, "I think it was more than proper."

Alex eyed her trembling form and felt himself getting hard. It'd been a while since he'd had a good-looking young lady trembling in fear before him.

"Well, since we're making polite introductions and chit-chat, I'm Alex, Miranda. And this is my lovely wife, Minerva." He slid an arm around Minerva's waist.

Minerva smiled with pride, responding by slipping a muscular arm around her husband's shoulders.

"But I think you two already know each other, don't you?" Alex chuckled, then looked at his wife. "So, tell me, dear, what plans have you and A.J. got for this lovely little slut?"

Miranda squeaked in fear but Minerva tightened her grip on her and shook her once. She quieted down instantly.

"Actually," Minerva said quietly, practically whispering, "it's the plans you and I have for Miranda. And A.J."

The porcupine woman in the leather jacket returned carrying a length of chain. She hadn't heard a thing. Alex glanced over at the porcupine. He'd assumed A.J. being a friend of Minerva's meant she'd be a participant, not a victim. He had apparently assumed wrong. Still, the thought seemed delicious. Betrayal was always fun, at least when you were the one doing the betraying. He couldn't wait to see A.J.'s reaction!

Minerva smiled at her friend. "A.J., darling, can you tie her up good and tight for us?"

A.J. blinked. She looked at them. It occurred to Alex that A.J. had thought her involvement would begin and end with delivering Miranda. After a moment, though, she nodded.

"Yeah, I can do that," she said. She moved, looping the chains around Miranda and pulling them tight. She even put some of it around the chinchilla's neck, smirking. "Tiiiiiiiight" she asked, taunting Miranda cruelly.

Oh, how much fun she seems to be having, Alex thought of A.J. as Miranda squeaked and wriggling against her bonds and tried to get more space to breathe. If only she knew what was coming! He swallowed watching Miranda struggle. It was turning him on immensely. He stroked over the chinchillas cheek as Minerva dipped her head and gently kissed his temple.

"Go ahead and enjoy your present, darling," she said softly.

"Mm, with pleasure," the rabbit said.

Miranda whimpered, squirming and trying to get loose. Alex grinned and took off his jacket, draping it neatly over an old metal folding chair that was sitting nearby, and stepped forwards towards the chinchilla.

"I trust you're aware of what awaits you, my dear," he told her, "but first we're gonna have some fun."

He undid his pants, and out popped his prodigious erection, so hard and full of blood from seeing Miranda struggle and squirm in the chains, which clinked softly, the only sounds in the stillness beside the whore's whimpering.

He went right up to her, his purple cockhead sliding across her cheek, leaving a slimy trail of precum. The chinchilla whimpered again and looked up at him, trembling and biting her lower lip, attempting to keep him from putting anything inside. Minerva came over, easing herself into the surprisingly strong chair Alex had draped his jacket over, crossing one leg over the other.

"I think she needs to be taught that she should open her mouth to when offered your cock," A.J. observed.

"Oh, I agree, don't you agree, darling?" Minerva teased a little.

"Of course," replied Alex. "And she'd better if she knows what's good for her...!"

Miranda only whimpered quietly in response to this and shivered. That seemed to be all she was good at doing. Whimpering and shivering. Well, Alex was going to get some use out of her, regardless. He angrily jabbed a finger past her lips and forced her mouth open. She made a little noise, but he quickly shut her up.

In went that pulsing purplish phallus. It radiated a musky, sweaty heat that permeated the immediate vicinity. His manly scent poured forth from his crotch even as his black pubes tickled alonf Miranda's lips and nostrils. He seized the sides of her head and began thrusting.

"Fuck, yesh, bitch, this is how it's done!"

Miranda clamped her eyes shut tightly, making muffled mewling sounds around his cock. A.J. hummed and pulled at the end of Miranda's chain, grinning as she watched the chinchilla wince and whimper around the rabbit's cock.

"Mmm, fuck, she has a grrrreat mouth... ah, shit, I'm gonnna... goooonnnaa..."

His eyes rolled back in his head. His enormous wife rose and slipped up beind him and her massive arms encircled him, holding him close. He leaned back, black-haired head nestled between her breasts, feeling her increasingly firming erection pressing against the small of his back.

A.J. watched them, feeling her pussy moistening in her pants at the sight of the two so in love as Alex violated Miranda. She'd known Minerva a long time, but had never seen her be this tender with anyone. It was surprising and sexy all at the same time.

Alex gasped. Minerva licked his neck. He went over the edge. His hot, steaming semen shot forth in thick jets into Miranda's mouth. Despite herself, she swallowed it, apparently afraid of her fate should she fail to.

"Mmm, that's my good Alex," Minerva cooed, and stepped back, massaging his shoulders.

"Ahhh..." Alex sighed. "That was a fucking blast, but we're not done yet!"

He grinned and pulled his spit-slickened cock free from her maw, and gave her a few slaps across the face with it. He looked down at his prey, squinting, scrutinizing her through the purple lenses of his glasses. His eyes were cold. Merciless. His hands slid down the sides of the chinchillas face, and journeyed down her throat, to grab at the collar of her suit jacket, which he yanked on, viciously, ripping it open as much as the chains around Miranda would allow.

He repeated this motion with her blouse. Rrrrrip! Buttons flew and the white shirt parted to reveal Miranda's ample breasts held in check by a surprisingly sexy lacy bra.

"Seem our conservatively-dressed little lady here likes racy underthings... can't wait to see what's doooown beloooow!" He giggled obscenely.

He pulled jacket and blouse down off of Miranda's shoulders so the were bunched up around the chains, and then licked his lips lecherously as he groped the terrified young woman's breasts. This earned, yes, another whimper from her, and she trembled and shook as she hunched her shoulders up as much as the chains would allow. Alex grinned and gave her bra a naughty little snap that made her squeal in fright, a couple of tears sliding down her cheeks.

Minerva smiled. She stroked her fingers along her jawline slowly as she observed how her seasoned killer of a husband played with his victim. Alex gestured to A.J., who grabbed the chains and forcibly hauled the chinchilla to her feet.

"I think she's enjoying it more then she lets on," A.J. said.

"I think you're right," admitted Alex, "but let's find out..."

Moving close to Miranda again, his still-erect cock touching her thigh, the rabbit slid his hands down and grabbed the bottom of her short skirt. Getting a tight grip, he hauled it upward over her hips as Miranda wailed and cried, and her skirt joined her jacket and her blouse bunched up around the chains holding her prisoner. What was revealed was a treasure trove - lacy thong panties matching the bra and a garter belt holding her stockings up.

"You are a naughty girl, aren't you? Slutty lingerie? There's just no end to your depravity!" Alex hissed sofly. "And do you know what happens to naughty little girls like you? They get punished!"

He stepped back.

"Help me with my pants, will you, dear? My leg has been acting up lately."

Indeed his right leg felt particularly stiff and uncooperative. It'd been a miracle he'd gotten in and out of the car. Minerva kissed his neck. She worked her arms around him once again, giving him a little squeeze and groping his cock jutting through his fly before helping him slide his pants off, along with his underwear.

"There we go, darling."

"Thank you, my dear."

A.J. licked her lips as she watched them, further admiring how well they went together and wanting to find someone for herself to be like that with. Her hand slipped down inside her pants and she started fingering herself inside her panties, the front of which was moist from the honey she was leaking so copiously. She always enjoyed watching Minerva work.

Observing what A.J. was doing, Minerva smiled and slowly walked over to stand by her, while Alex readied himself for the fun to come with Miranda.

Miranda squealed, "P-Please don't!" She shook her head and sobbed.

"Please don't what?" Alex asked. "Rape you?"

The chinchilla nodded.

"But sweetie, how can I resist?"

Alex grabbed her and pulled her close, throbbing dick pushing into the front of her thong, as if trying to batter through it to gain entrance to her womanhood. She whimped quietly. He glanced over at the other two women. The mare tilted the porcupine's head up and their lips met. This was getting interesting.

He was dragged back to the task at hand by the whining voice of the chinchilla. "Please don't!" she begged. "Pleased don't!" It'd become her litany of insanity.

Ignoring her pleas, Alex yanked down Miranda's panties, and, holding her tight, guided his erection inside her tight, warm pussy. He moaned.

He started thrusting his hips, gritting his teeth. God, this bitch was sooo tight it made his balls ache! He kept his attention on Minerva and A.J., though, watching them closely over Miranda's shoulder. Minerva smiled and slid her hand inside of A.J.'s shirt to grope at her breasts while they kissed, sliding her tongue into the other woman's mouth. It was nice knowing he wasn't the only one having a good time!

Minerva helped A.J. take off her leather jacket and then carefully lifted her up from the floor and pinned her against one of the tall steel beams supporting the roof. She deftly undid the other woman's pants as they continued to kiss, breasts pressing together, Minerva's through her expensive red dress and A.J.'s through her simple T-shirt. The porcupine wasn't wearing a bra, and her large nipples poked through the thin fabric. Their tongues tangled.

Alex continued thrusting his hips, thoroughly ramming into the poor chinchilla, he sight of his wife and her friend getting on driving him crazy with lust. He kissed Miranda deeply and passionately. He could feel his orgasm burning deep insde, as the violated chinchilla winced as she felt him pushing into her, clenching her teeth together as she tried to fight off sobs. She surrendered to Alex, thinking if she cooperated, he might spare her life. Slowly, she kissed him back.

Alex was surprised. "Mmm," he observed. "Knew you'd like it, you litle slut!" He grinned and their lips met once again. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues danced and mingled.

Minerva knew her husband was watching, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. She yanked A.J.'s pants down for her. She didn't wear any panties either. She ripped her shirt up over her head and used it to pin her arms up behind her head. She kissed the other woman again, rocking against her, her massive pole of an erection tenting her lovely dress. Using one knee to keep A.J. held against the beam, she pulled up her dress. Her titanic horse cock had grown out of the side of her skimpy thong, the lingerie shoved aside as if it didn't exist. Her heavy balls also dangled free. The thin fabric of the Victoria's Secret undergarment was stretched nearly to the breaking point by the mare's pulsing virility.

It amazed A.J. that her friend managed to keep that beast concealed when she wasn't horny. But the second Minerva got turned on... nothing could contain her member. God, it made her wet. And so did what Minerva did next. The horse rubbed her cockhead against the lips of the porcupine's sex, earning a groan from both women.

Alex's hips kept thrusting powerfully, his pulsing tool ramming in and out of Miranda's tight, warm hole. Then he felt it. That itch deep inside, just behind his nuts.

"Fuck, gonnna... ahhh..." he gasped.

The rush hit him like a freight train. His cock spasmed and shot forth its liquid bounty into the chinchilla's womb. Miranda moaned at the feeiling, tears starting to flow down her cheeks anew. Slowly he pulled from her, his cock exiting her pussy with a lurid schlurping sound. She teetered, almost fell, and he supported her.

"And now, my dear, it's time to bid you goodbye. Don't take it personally. You were a good lay. And this is how I reward all my great lays."

His hands flew up and tightened 'round her throat and squeezed, fingers digging in, leaving bruises underneath her fur, his thumbs pressing in on her windpipe, cutting off her air. She gasped in surprise, struggling to breathe and giving quiet little burbles of terror as she struggled to live, though his vice-like grip which had taken the lives of many sluts before her, was taking its toll. She was fading fast.

"I'd let my wife do you, but she's busy right now with her friend. Besides, you're my present and I'll dispose of you how I see fit. Now be a good girl for me and die."

Alex took his time, slowly slowly strangling her, rending the life out of her, shaking her like a rag doll, the chains holding her nearly naked form bound and helpless rattling noisily as he does so. The male rabbit was panting as he did so, almost as much as he'd been when he was fucking her.

Soon, there was a weak crack and she gave her last gurgling croak, and with a final shudder went limp. He released her throat, and her raped form slid to the floor, the chains clanking and her head cracking on the cement.

He sighed deeply, calm now.

Satisfied.

He inhaled through his nose, and then turned to see what Minerva was doing.

Minerva shoved her fingers into A.J., making the porcupine squeak as those thick fingers slid in and out of her cunt, preparing her for the beast. A.J. whimpered quietly, and then the mare withdrew her fingers and moved, aligning her cock with the other woman's entrance. A.J.'s legs wrapped around her friend's hips in carnal anticipation, panting. Minerva grabbed her a little more roughly and pushed in. A.J. screamed in pleasure as the monster entered her all the way to the middle in one shove.

The mare started to thrust her hips and fuck her, holding A.J. tighter and yanking her down harder onto her cock, making the other woman cry out in pain. She watched A.J.'s pained facial expression through lidded eyes, and her tongue did a slow circuit of her chops as she mercilessly shoved more and more of herself into A.J.'s cunt... more than the porcupine could handle. A.J. gasped and started to worry, tears welling up in her eyes.

A.J. winced, and squirmed. "T-Too roughly..." she managed to bleat. "Minerva, you're being too rough...!"

Minerva ignored her, an evil little smirk on her lips as she thrust in and out as hard as she could, making her friend cry out in pain once more. A little bit of blood trickled out around her invading cock.

"Oh, please!" she chided. "We both know you're all right. It's not like you're a delicate flower."

She snickered, glancing back at Alex, and then back to A.j.

"And besides... I believe that it's time for your to receive your punishment for that last job. I believe you fucked up and almost got caught by the police, didn't you?"

She chuckled, low and dark. A.J. winced, whimpering now the way Miranda had. Like a trapped little whore who was about to get fucked to death. She shook her head.

"Th-That wasn't my fault!" she insisted. "It wasn't!"

The mare just shook her head, that evil smile still on her face. "Ah, but it was your fault!" she insisted. "And you almost got that detective on your trail again. I'm afraid I can't have that. It would make too much trouble for myself. And my family."

Alex walked over, interested.

"My, my... what a surprising turn of events this is!"

He crossed his arms. At least now he knew why she'd been planning to kill A.J. along with Miranda tonight, so, if nothing else, his curiosity was satisfied.

A.J.'s heart was thudding in her chest. She was terrified. She knew what Minerva was capable of. They'd worked together for years. She had just never thought she'd be on the receiving end of her friend's cruelty!

"You're learning the hard way what I learned a long time ago, A.J.," Alex commented. "Not to piss Minerva off. And unfortunately for you, the lesson is coming too late. I'd help you out and put in a good word for you, but like my darling wife said, we can't avoid any further police entanglements at this time, so, sorry. You seem like a nice enough girl, though. Such a shame."

Those huge hands slid up over A.J.'s heaving, large-nippled breasts, to her throat. The enormous fingers encircled the porcupine female's throat and started to apply pressure.

"Ghk!" A.J. cried.

It was going to be child's play. She was capable of snapping people's necks like stalks of celery.

Alex calmly dressed himself while this was going on. He had a little difficulty with his pants, but he didn't dare distract Minerva from disciplining A.J. So he solved the problem of getting trousers on with a stiff leg by sitting in that metal chair and slowly pulling them on.

Soon enough, he was immaculately dressed once again in his tux. Adjusting the black bowtie, he walked, a little stiffly, over to where Minerva and A.J. were fucking, and leaned against the very beam the porcupine was being held against and slammed against each time the mare's hips bucked forward with such force Alex was halfway convinced she'd not only break A.J.'s hips but bend the metal beam as well!

He found it ironic, too, that Minerva was punishing A.J. for the very thing he himself had forgiven her for. But he supposed that it hadn't been Minerva's fault that male hooker she killed had been Mayor Slatterly's son. After all, there were two kinds of mistakes. Unavoidable ones, and ones borne of stupidity and carelessness. He knew little of A.J.'s own fuckup, but, clearly, Minerva's own shortcoming was of the former, and so he'd forgiven her for it. A.J. was to receive no such mercy, apparently.

A.J. struggled, but it was no use. The clydesdale was just too strong.

As Minerva choked the life out of her friend-turned-victim, Alex pushed off the beam, and, with great physical effort, got down on his knees behind her, his brace creaking, wincing a little at the pain. But once he was settled in, the pain ebbed. He hiked up his wife's red evening dress, and his muzzle ventured between her ass cheeks.

First she felt his nose bump into her anus, and then his lips kiss it tenderly. Then his tongue slid out along the equine pucker, while one hand fondled her impressively-sized balls. He started eating her ass out as she killed A.J.

The tall horse rumbled in pleasure as she kept fucking the porcupine even as she throttled her. Despite being choked, A.J. suddenly gave a piercing shriek of agony as there was a loud cracking sound.

"Oooh, and there go your hips!" Minerva chuckled.

Alex's mind reeled. She was destroying that bitch with her deadly cock, the one she fucked him and Alphonse with so tenderly. The horse chuckled and began to pant, feeling her male climax building as Alex continued reaming her. She bowed her head and shut her eyes, gritting her teeth. She gripped tigher around A.J.'s throat as she licked her lips. She felt the twisting in her abdomen and finally she moaned softly and hit her peak. Her pulsing maleness exploded inside the well-used porpucine pussy even as A.J.'s neck snapped like a twig. The hard-pumping horse cock over-filled A.J.'s pussy as she shuddered and went limp, a long strand of drool dribbling from her slackened lips.

But the wheezing groans coming from her told Alex down below she was still alive!

"Ah, ah!" chiced Minerva. "Not yet..."

"Gughh..." was the porcupine's only response.

As he made love to her ass with his lips, teeth and tongue, Alex listened, eyes partially open. He admired her cruelty and sadism. Releasing her balls, he grabbed hold of her taut buttocks and pulled them apart, and went all out, thrusting his tongue deep into her anus, flicking it teasingly along the interior.

The clydesdale groaned at the feeling of her husband's tongue invading her. "Oh, darling..." she gasped. "That feels wonderful, but if you want to fuck, we can. Just let me finish up with this traitorous piece of trash." She bit her lower lip and chuckled.

Alex sat back and nodded. "Yes dear..."

Minerva pulled back a bit, smirking as she watched her cock sliding free of the other woman's body, her seed pouring out of poor A.J.'s now gaping cunt. Then, delicately, she gripped the sides of her failed friend's head, and calmly twisted. There was another sickening crack, a final gargling mumble from the porcupine, and in a few seconds, her head was turned completely around, facing the other drection. Minerva sighed and finished extracting herself, cockhead popping free of A.J., and then the dead porcupine slid limply down the beam to crumple in a dead, used up heap at Minerva's hooves.

Minerva's cock had already begun to soften and she pushed her dress back down to conceal it and turned to her husband. He held out his hand, showering an uncharacteristic moment of weakness. He needed helping up, due to his leg. She paused for a few long seconds at that and nodded, taking him gently by the hand and helping him stand.

Alex's cell phone vibrated and he answered it. It was Fabian. "What is it?" he asked.

"That cop called," Fabian replied. Alex remembered Pullbrook only had his house number, not his cell. "He said..."

"Well? What? Said what?" Alex figured he already knew but he wanted to hear Fabian say it.

"You're gonna be pissed as hell..."

"Yes, but not at you." Never shoot the messenger.

"Fine. He said Donatti survived that thing with the soccer coach."

"Right, thanks," Alex said, and hung up. "Fuck!" he yelled. "Donatti is still alive. It seems as if A.J. isn't the only one who's going to get punished for fucking up."

"Oh, cheer up, honey," Minerva said.

She walked over and grabbed the chain that was wrapped around Miranda, dragging it and her over. Alex watched as Minerva dragged the corpse over, wondering what it was the clydesdale had planned.

"Darling..." Minerva cooed, "A.J.'s motorcycle is outside. Do you think you could walk it in here?"

"I think so," he answered. "I'll get Dorian to help me."

He went outside to go and get their chauffeur. A few minutes later, the big front door opened and Alex came back in, walking a Harley by its handlebars, Dorian pushing. The sight of the dead bodies didn't phase him in the slightest. Minerva smiled in delight at this, then went to work.

She unwrapped the chain from Miranda, then propped both corpses back to back on the motorcycle's seat and then re-wrapped the chain around both dead women. Then, she went and got a second length of chain, this one with two hooks at each end. One end she attacked to the beam she'd fucked and killed A.J. against. The other end she threw up and over a high ceiling beam, and the hook hit the floor noisily. Retrieving it, Minerva wrapped it tightly around the Harley's middle and secured it, then winked at Alex.

Then she heaved, grabbing the chain, the muscles in her arms bulging tightly as she grunted and pulled, and slowly the motorcycle, corpse and all, was lifted up into the air, almost all the way up to the ceiling. Alex and Dorian watched in amazement at her strength. And her showmanship! She secured the chain and released it. Now the bike swung lazily in midair, A.J. and Miranda sitting on it, tied up back to back, very dead.

Alex was a little uneasy at the idea of leaving the bodies like this, especially one who was a known associate of hers. The last time Minerva had left corpses behind instead of disposing of them, that meddling Detective Donatti had started pestering them and they'd needed to start paying off Liutenant Pullbrook to keep him off their backs. And he'd failed. His father had been furious. If this, too, blew up in their faces... he didn't want to think about what Ben would do.

"I have myself a little plan," the horse explained. "I want that annoying squirrel to find this. Tell your lieutenant friend to make sure he does."

"Okay," Alex said, sounding a little doubtful, but willing to go along with her plan.

"And as for the Lieutenant... well, we can handle him at your office tomorrow night, I think," she cooed.

Alex applauded and then embraced his wife. "Such deliciously sexy ideas you have, darling."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. "I'm glad you think so."

She scooped Alex up in her arms and nuzzed into his neck and shoulders, kissing him and carrying him back out to the car. Dorian followed.

"Did you enjoy your Valentine's Day present?" she asked.

"Yes, my love! Yes!" He smiled and kissed her, problems like Donatti and Pullbrook forgotten for the moment.

She opened the door for him and motioned him inside, then climbed in with him and kissed him again, shutting the door and moaning happily as she slid her hand down to grope him.

Dorian got in behind the wheel and started the engine up. The car smoothly pulled away from the warehouse as Alex accepted Minerva's attentions fully, slipping into her lap, damn the pain in his leg to hell. His arms slid 'round her, and he kissed her, hard and deep. They'd killed two people tonight and left them dangling by a chain in a scummy abandoned building and it drove him mad with passion.

He tore open her red dress. It ripped easily. The expensive fabric was very fragile. He didn't care, and he hoped she didn't either. They were fucking made of money. He kept ripped until she was in her bra and panties, exposed to him, and he kissed along her thick neck as he groped her enormous breasts and felt her erection straining to be free of her panties.

"I love you..." His voice was a husky whisper. "I want you naked now..."

He tore off the bra.

"I love you so fucking much..."

She smiled and helped him take off the remnants of her dress and slowly taking the waistline of her panties in her fingers and easing them down slowly. Her cock moved, growing, gently rubbing along his leg. He began stripping, as well.

"I'll help you bounce on my cock," Minerva assured him, gently carressing his leg and the brace encasing it. "Now come here, darling..."

He undid his tie, stripped off his shirt, and threw a barely comprehensibly order to Dorian to just drive around for a while, then started with his pants. The chauffeur got the general idea and chose a route he knew, and then basically just took his employers on a tour of the city, albeit one neither would see

Alex's cock ached for Minerva. And come to her he did, getting into her lap. She dwarfed him, but the size difference always enticed rather than intimidated him. She was even bigger than his father. He supposed he liked her because her huge size reminded him of his father, only without Ben's domineering desire to utterly control him.

Minerva moaned happily when she felt his weight on her lap , sliding her hand down down to gently pull his briefs down to expose his hard-on, then ripped them off. She wrapped her hand around both of their cocks and stroked them together, dipping her head to kiss him deeply. Their lips met with fiery passion, and he was lifted up so his rear was over her swollen purple cockhead which he wanted in him so badly he was close to salivating. To help, he reached back with one hand and spread his left cheek apart, showing his tailhole.

"Take me, my dearest..." He then whispered softly so Dorian up front couldn't hear. "Fuck your little bunny boy bitch the way you fuck our son..."

The woman growled in delight at this, licking her lips now and moving her hands to hold his hips. She grabbed his ass roughly in her hands, groping the soft globes and then spreading them apart so that she can rub her flared cockhead against his pucker, smearing her pre there. The rabbit growled with lust, digging his fingers into her shoulders, wiggling his ass, so eager. Minerva moaned softly as she started to to push herself up into him, and force him down onto her at the same time. She winced.

"Mmm, fuck," she gasped. "As tight as ever, darling."

She panted. Tight he was. Just like their son. It seemed it was something the Fletcher males all had in common.

"Unh, ohhh, Minervaaa..."

She held him to herself, kissing and biting softly at his neck as she began to thrust up into him. Alex grunted and moaned as his muscular body rose and fell in time to the powerful thrusts of the massive mare. She moaned happily at this, panting now as she held onto him tightly, thrusting up into him harder and then slowly rolling them so that she could lay him down onto the cushions beneath them. The clydesdale held onto his legs, holding them up as she thrust into him harder and faster.

They came together soon. She inside his ass, filling him, and he between their writhing, sweaty bodies, the sounds of their joined climaxes inaudible to the outside world as the sleek German luxury sedan slid through the deep night.

The End.