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Year of the Rabbit - June

Headhunter

By XP Author

Angel strode into town, ignoring the looks she got. Just about everyone that saw her gasped and backed away or stared in either awe or fear. She knew it had little to do with her toned physique, studded armor, or the stern expression on her face. It also had nothing to do with the broadsword at her hip. No, it had to do with the severed head dangling by the hair from her hand. She made her way towards one particular shop, a trinket stand manned by a short, scrawny weasel. Before he could even comment, she tossed the head of the skunk at his feat. "Here. One bandit leader head. As ordered."

The man jumped as the head splatted onto the floor at his feet. "Oh... uh... Y-yes..." He just stared at the thing. He knew bounty hunters were also called head hunters, but he had not expected a literal head to be dropped in front of him. "Y-yes... that is Rex..." He managed to turn his fearful gaze up at the black rabbit in front of him. "D-did you happen to find my stolen wares, too?"

She shrugged. "I found a lot of things at his camp." She hooked a thumb behind her. "There's a cart parked just outside of town. Thing's loaded with most of the crap that seemed stolen. Have a rummage and see if any of it is yours. Do whatever you want with the rest. It's all useless to me." She held out her hand. "But first, my money."

The weasel nodded, turning to open a small chest behind him, full of small coins. He tossed several of them into a small sack, then turned to hold it out. "Here. There's an extra 50 pieces for... um... the... completeness of your work." He let out a nervous laugh.

She smirked, having worried the man would try to haggle and pay with his useless little knickknacks instead of money. Before he could change his mind, she snatched the bag out of his hands. "Pleasure doing business with you." She turned and walked away, hearing a sigh of relief from the man behind her. Considering how often these sorts of backwater towns were the victims of bandit raids, one would think they were a little more accustomed to death. At least it had a pretty good tavern, which was where she immediately headed to. Being such a small town, it was one of those combination types, being a tavern, food hall, and inn all in one building.

As soon as she walked in, she made her way to the counter. The zebra behind gave her a big smile. "Well, the Angel of Death returns victorious again."

She scowled. "I told you not to call me that, Dale." She tossed several of her newly acquired coins onto the counter. "Here. Should cover my tab from last time." With a quick swipe of the zebra's hand, the coins vanished off the counter. "And cover another night in one of your rooms."

Dale nodded. "Yup, seems about right." He set a tankard down in front of her, full to the top. "And one on the house. Same for the meal." He smiled at her. "Kyle wasn't the only one that bandit was harassing." She nodded, picking up the mug and taking a sip. The ale was hardly the best she had ever had, but it was also far from the worst. Passable, especially for a little town out in the middle of nowhere. "How long are you going to be staying in town?"

She shrugged. "I'll head out in the morning. Think I'll go north, see if there's any bounty jobs up near Tishkani."

The zebra's grin widened. "Funny you should mention that..." He moved over to a small board at the end of the counter, one where town announcements were usually posted. He pulled a piece of paper down from it and brought it over, setting it down in front of her. "This came in just yesterday, while you were out on your hunt. Bounty from Mr. Orineaux, mayor of Tishkani."

She looked at the bounty paper set in front of her. It showed a fairly detailed drawing of a large bear wearing a hood and a vicious scowl. It read: 'Byron Tornson. Wanted: Dead. Charges of highway robbery, rape, assault on officials, guards, and civilians, murder, and attempted assassination of a public official. Reward: 5,000 pieces. Payable by T. Orineaux, Mayor of Tishkani.'

She let out a low whistle. "5,000 pieces, eh? Bet the 'public official' mentioned was the mayor himself."

Dale nodded. "Yes. Rumor is that this Byron ambushed the mayor's carriage on route back to town, killed his guards, killed his daughter's fiance before raping her, and tried to kill both of them before reinforcements from town arrived and chased him off." He sighed, as he leaned against the counter. "Being a bear herself, I hope the young lady does not end up having to carry that man's child. The scandal of it. It would ruin the poor young lady. More than she already has been."

She nodded slowly, still staring at the paper and memorizing the face depicted. "He sounds like a real piece of work." She smiled as she took a large gulp of ale. Seemed she wouldn't have to go looking for work after all.

The zebra gave her a wry grin. "Well. Seems like a job for the Angel of Death, eh?"

She sighed at him. "Just... shut up and get me another ale."

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Finding Byron was not particularly hard. The man was doing nothing to hide himself. He had a little hut built out in the forest, maybe an hour walk away from the main road. It made her wonder why no one else had bothered to try and track him down. As she got closer, she realized that others had. Littered around the outside of the hut were many things. Drying racks for meat, most of them in use. There were also pieces of armor, the leather cut, the metal dented. They were placed upon wooden stakes like display pieces. Most still had dried blood on them from their previous owners. It made her wonder just what meat was hanging on those racks.

The rabbit found a place to hide nearby the hut to watch. She had not seen the bear yet. She wanted to get the drop on him. If he had taken down other hunters and guards single-handedly, he must be a formidable fighter. She was pretty handy with her sword, but she knew better than to charge in with a hot head. If she could catch him off guard, she might be able to deal a killing blow before he even had a chance to fight back. Thankfully, her black fur and black leather helped her with stealth.

She waited for several hours. Eventually, a noise caught her attention. The rustling of leaves and snapping of branches, paired with heavy footsteps. The man himself came tromping towards the hut soon after. She tilted her head as she saw him in the fur. White fur. She had never seen a bear with pure white fur before. Other than that one time in Siberia. ...Wait, where the hell was Siberia? She had never been there... She shook her head at the odd thought, pushing them aside to focus on her target.

Byron was a mountain of a man. Pure white fur covering a body that seemed to be nothing but muscles. His powerful arms were bigger than her legs, and his legs were bigger than her middle. She estimated he stood a bit more than two meters in height. He wore simple clothing, a brown jerkin and tattered trousers, a dark grey cloak over his shoulders, the hood currently down. Strapped to his back was a massive blade, as long as she was tall. She had seen greatswords before, but this thing put those to shame. She doubted she could lift it if she tried, but on him, it looked no different than her own broadsword to her. If he was skilled at swinging something like that around, it was no wonder other hunters had failed to put him down. Though now she wished she was good with a bow. ...wait, wasn't she a sniper? No... no she was no good with a bow...

She shook her head again to clear the strange thoughts from it. Now she would simply have to wait and watch for an opening. She was patient. Nightfall would probably be the best time. When he was asleep. "You going to come and introduce yourself?" She froze as the deep voice rumbled the words. He had a foreign accent she did not recognize, but the words were clear and understandable. The bear turned, looking in her general direction, but not directly at her. "You're pretty good at hiding, but you're downwind." He chuckled. "Don't worry, it's a nice scent. Better than the usual unwashed bastards that keep showing up."

She cursed and started to back away slowly. She should have taken that into account. She forgot just how good a bear's sense of smell was. "Oh, now don't go slinking off. Come on over and introduce yourself." He reached behind his back and pulled the blade free of its hold. "Trust me. It's better for you if I don't have to come to you."

She swore under her breath again. So much for stealth. Standing up, she stepped forward out of her little hiding spot behind a berry bush. "Fine." She drew her sword as she stepped out, but kept her distance. "You must be Byron."

He nodded, a big grin on his lips. "I am. And you must be another bounty hunter. Don't see many girls doing such dirty work. Pretty one, too." She just scowled at him. "Aw, don't be like that, little lady. I meant it as a compliment." He nodded to her. "You have a name, miss bounty hunter?"

She started to move to the side, wondering if she could use the hut or things littered around outside it to her advantage in some way. "Angel."

Byron tilted his head. "Angel, eh? Lemme guess. You call yourself the Angel of Death or something?"

She rolled her eyes. "No. Just Angel."

He nodded slowly. "Right. Well, Angel, how about you put that sword down and we can talk like civil people."

"Says the man wanted for murder and living in a forest." She shook her head. "No. You'll just cut me down anyway, right?"

He shrugged. "Fair enough. I probably will. Not in the habit of letting people that find me walk away. But if you drop the steel, I promise to make it quick and painless. Keep it up... well... all bets are off then."

"I'll take my chances." She suddenly dashed to the side, darting around behind the hut. He did not seem very fast on his feet, and that big fucking sword must weigh a half a ton, so that would slow him down even more. She might just survive this if she could use her agility to get around him and under his guard. Of course, the smart thing to do was run the hell away, but a bounty hunter didn't get paid for fleeing from their target.

The moment she put the building between her and the bear, she turned around and dashed back the way she came. She figured he would either try to chase her and surprise him, or he would try to cut her off and she would be able to get behind him. Instead, she yelped as she saw a massive piece of metal swinging right at her head as he anticipated her move. She manage to bring her sword up to catch his blow on the flat side, her hand pressed to the top to brace. It was still powerful enough to smash her hand against her face and send her flying backwards clear off her feet. She landed on her back and quickly rolled to the side to get back up. Her head, hand, and back hurt, but at least she wasn't cut in half.

Byron smiled as he readied his blade again. "Not bad. Good reflexes." Before she could respond, he charged at her. He was startlingly fast for his size, but still had a slight edge on him as she narrowly avoided the massive edge swinging down at her. She tried to move forward to get under his guard, but he just swung the blade at an upward angle, forcing her to roll to the side to avoid losing her arm. He kept her on the defensive with the reach his greatsword provided him. Angel tried to block another swing, but regretted it as she was again sent flying back from it. Instead, she had to move and dodge constantly, ducking under blows or barely hopping back to avoid a slice.

She was really starting to panic as he just kept up the relentless assault. She led him back towards the trees, where he would have less room to swing the big plank of metal around so much. When she ducked under one big swing, the edge of the black struck the tree behind her and got stuck. She gripped her sword hard and darted forward from the sudden opening, only to have a massive foot jammed into her stomach by a monstrously powerful kick. She was once more sent tumbling away, this time with a new pain in her chest, pretty sure he had shattered a few ribs with that kick. Thankfully, he took the time to free his sword, which let her catch her breath and get back to her feet.

Panting heavily, Angel knew she had to either end this quickly or get the hell out of there. She was no match for his power, and as much as it wounded her ego to admit it, he was more skilled as a fighter. The pain in her chest was not helping matters, either. When she saw the blade coming down from an overhead swing, she yelped, stepping quickly to the side. The tip of his blade jammed into the root of a tree and once more was stuck. Byron cursed, and she moved in again, this time prepared for a kick. She brought her sword out in a wide swipe, hoping to catch him in the back.

Byron suddenly pivoted on his foot, turning away from her and her swing. He used the momentum to wrench his sword free in the same motion and swing it upwards. He felt it catch for a moment, and Angel suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. She clutched at her right arm... or where it had been, the blade having cleaved straight through against her shoulder and taking it off. Blood poured from the wound, her severed arm flopping to the ground, sword still clutched in her hand.

The bear turned to look at the woman screaming in agony. "Guess I disarmed you." She did not acknowledge his terrible joke, only kept screaming. He shrugged and started to walk forward. "I told you it wouldn't be good for you if you fought." Panic fully gripped the rabbit as she heard him getting closer. She used her remaining arm to push herself up to her feet, her legs shaking with fear and adrenaline. She was barely to her feet before she was falling to the ground again, pain lancing through both legs at her thighs, followed by a cold, uncomfortable tingling. She couldn't get her legs to work after that, like they were stuck on something.

Angel dared to look down, to see what her legs had caught on, only for her eyes to go wide. With one powerful swing, he had cut through both, leaving bloody, meaty stumps just past her waist. Her severed legs were in a heap just behind her, laying limp and not even twitching. She just stared in disbelief, her brain refusing to register what it was seeing. She could swear she still felt them there, just cold, like she was standing in ice water.

Byron stepped forward, his bloody sword still in his hand. "You put up a pretty good fight, little bunny. Better than most. Usually, they just come right in and get gutted in a few seconds, but you-" He let his words trail off as he looked down at her. He let out a heavy sigh. "Really?" In a mindless panic, she was trying to crawl away, using her only remaining limb to drag herself forward across the ground inch by inch. "Do you really think you can get away? Even if you did, you'll be dead within the hour anyway." He just shook his head and moved forward to press a foot against her back, pinning her to the ground.

She cried out. "NO! GET OFF!" She screamed, still clawing and scratching at the dirt with her fingers. He put the tip of his sword on the ground just at her side, then sliced forward, cutting through her arm like he had the first. She watched as the limb flew away, landing with a bloody splat just in front of her face. She stared at it with wide eyes, tears stinging at her cheeks. She was dimly aware when he grabbed the back of her armor, lifting her up by it.

He smirked as he hefted the girl. "You're pretty light without your limbs." He turned her to face him, dangling by her armor. "You're going to die, little hunter." She didn't respond, staring more past him than at him as shock gripped her mind. "Nothing, huh?" He grunted, carting her back to the front of his little hut. "Let's see if I can't get something out of you." He set his sword down to rest against the side of the little house. Reaching out, he unbuckled the waist of her pants. The things slid off of her on their own, exposing a pair of cloth undergarments. They were just as easy to slide off of her, exposing her pussy to him.

"Huh, not bad." He looked up at her face. "Still nothing? Hmph." He set the woman down on a nearby tree stump, then proceeded to take off his own pants. Once they were down, his massive cock bobbed free, already growing hard. Picking Angel up again, he sat down on the stump, resting her hips against his own and rubbing his shaft against her pussy. He didn't care that her bloody stumps were drooling blood on his lap. "I usually enjoy it more when you little bitches can scream and struggle, but this won't stop me from enjoying you. First, let's get the rest of this shit off of you." He gripped her armor and started to yank it off, easy with no arms to get in the way. Soon, her small but perky tits were in the open for him to admire, as well as her toned belly and the jet-black fur that covered all of it.

Angel was still mostly unresponsive to him as he gripped her hips and lifted her torso up, his tip pressed right at her slit. The pain of him forcing into her snapped her back to reality, suddenly screaming as a cock far too large for her stretched her pussy wide. "Ha! Now you're awake!"

"STOP!" She screamed. "Please stop!" She begged as he pushed deeper into her. It was not the length but the girth that did it, his cock thick enough that she was barely able to take any of it.

He ignored her pleas, forcing in deeper, enough that her pussy started to tear, more blood drooling from her as he felt her inner walls clamping and clinging around him. "Yeah, that's more like it!" He laughed at her as he started to thrust deeper. It was not long before his tip was crammed against the back of her pussy, over-stretching her inner walls. "Are all hunter cunts this tight? Fuck." He gripped her hips and started to bounce her on his lap, loving how her screams got louder the harder he rammed into her. "Damn... this clenching little cunt is trying to milk me already!" With his tip hitting the back of her pussy, he still had half of his rod left outside. "Don't think I can get much more into you, though..."

He lifted her up, wincing a little as he ripped himself free of her clenching pussy. The bunny's screaming got to a new pitch as she was pulled off of his shaft. It was clear why when he looked down. He had pulled quite a bit of her inner walls out with him, bloody flesh hanging out of her now distended genitals. "Heh... whoops. Didn't mean to do that." He lifted her up to see the bit of flesh hanging out. "Guess I ruined this hole." With a shrug, he moved her back down, pressing his tip between her ass cheeks. "Good thing you have another."

Angel shook her head, letting out some babbling pleas that weren't fully words, but he still ignored them. He yanked her body down, forcing his cock upwards. His rod being coated in her blood did little to help ease him in. His size was still too much, and the flesh again tore around his girth. As inch after inch stuffed in, her voice died in her throat. He looked to see she hung in his grip, mouth open, eyes staring up. "Did you fucking pass out?" He pulled her down, feeling her body tremble as he tore his way deeper. Her eyes were still wide open, tears running from them, pupils tiny dots as she stared at nothing. It seemed shock had taken her again and simply switched her mind off.

The bear shrugged, undeterred by her lack of response. He jammed himself deeper, feeling things moving and shifting as he pushed into her bowels. Her belly seemed to bulge out a little as he finally got himself deep enough to rest her bloody hips against his. "There you go. Take all of it in there." He started to bounce her on his lap, her head bobbing and wobbling on her neck more than her perky little tits bounced on her chest. Reaching a hand up, he pinched one of her nipples, to see if he got a reaction from her. She just made a kind of listless grunt, barely a response at all. "Think I broke more than your cunt." Though it might just be the blood loss finally getting to her.

With a shrug, he moved to hold her waist with both hands. "Oh well. No sense holding back then." He started to lift and drop her hard, cramming himself deep into her over and over. He moaned as he felt the tight warmth of her insides still clinging around his shaft, even if much of it was torn and drooling blood. True to his word, he did not bother holding back, letting himself feel the growing pleasure and doing nothing to keep it at bay. His cock started to twitch and jerk inside of her as he moaned. "Fuck..." he groaned as he felt himself drawing closer already.

Feeling the tightening in his heavy balls, he pounded that much harder. "Here.... here it comes, little hunter!" he panted and grunted as the pressure built. Finally, he hit the edge and fell over, letting out a loud cry as his cock started to spew his seed deep into her guts. He thrust upwards with every shot, blasting wave after wave of gooey cum into her insides. Angel was dimly aware of the feeling, something pouring inside of her body, filling her with a painful pressure. Her belly bulged a little from the sheer amount filling her, but most was forced through her, impossibly flowing upwards. With several more blasts, she felt her insides trying to resist, but everything had so little energy left, it was like everything gave up.

She felt something bubbling up, and after a moment, bloody seed burst from her mouth. It drooled down her chin and dripped onto her chest. Byron laughed. "Fuck... look at that. Filled you like a balloon." He thrust a few more times until he felt most of his cum was out of him. He lifted the girl off of his cock, her body shivering in his grip as his seed started to drool out of her gaping ass. He looked at her face, seeing the same blank look as before. She gurgled something on the cum drooling from her mouth, but it was incomprehensible. "Yeah, you're not long for this world, eh?"

He just dropped her to the ground, her body landing with a thump. She still squirmed a little, spitting up the jizz in her throat and coughing on pure survival instinct alone. But even that sounded weak and feeble. He grunted. "Ah, you look pathetic now." He got up and took hold of his sword once more. "Don't worry, lass. I'll make it so no one will ever recognize you. Just another little bitch that couldn't handle me." He lifted his sword up above his head. "You were fun. But I should put you out of your misery." Even that got no response from her.

His sword came down hard, the sharp, heavy edge slamming into her neck and cleaving right through in one blow. Her head rolled slightly to the side once it was detached. There was not much blood left in her to start spraying out of the stump, but quite a bit of cum still bubbled up through the severed throat with it, splashing out onto the ground. Her body did not flail so much as just twitch and shiver for a few seconds before finally giving up and accepting its end. He was pretty sure her mind had already left a while ago.

He set his sword back down, then just stood over her ruined corpse. Despite the damage, her torso was still pretty and cute. If anything, he thought she was even more pretty with no limbs or head. "Maybe I'll stuff and mount you and keep you as a trophy." He grinned, reaching down to pick up her head by her long ears. "How about that, headhunter? Your head and body being a trophy for the bounty you failed to catch." He pat her slack cheek, then reached down to pick her body up. He slung both body and head over his shoulder, carrying them back to his cabin. "That, or I'll just make a meal out of you tonight. Been a while since I had rabbit stew."

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