Open Season on Celebrity Furs: Miss Mink
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Open Season: Celebrity Furs: Episode 1: Miss Mink
The woods was quiet in the early morning as I climbed a steep hill. I
saw a rock partially hidden by some bushes and thought that would be a
good place to take my stand. I stopped behind it and unslung my rifle
from my shoulder, resting it against the rock. Then I quickly pulled my
T-shirt over my head and removed my pants and undergarments. I would
have to be ready.
I sat down in the cool grass and felt it press against my fur.
I closed my eyes and looked down the hill. It looked like a likely
enough spot. There was trail fairly well beaten down at the bottom of
the hill. It looked recently used. There was also a small pond down
there.
I picked up my rifle and pulled the bolt back to ensure that
the shell I had placed into it this morning was still in there. I saw
the brass casing and pushed the bolt back. Then I sat back and started
to wait.
I had just started to doze off when I heard the subtle crunch -
crunch of grass that indicated someone approaching. I placed my rifle
on the top of the rock and waited to see the furre who was coming
closer.
Soon a white figure jogged out of the trees and along the
bottom of the hill. I saw the distinctive bounce of a female's breasts
and smiled. "...perfect." I thought. I slowly lowered my eye to the
scope on my rifle and flicked the safety off with my thumb.
The female mink stopped and looked around.
I froze.
Had I been spotted? I shook my head. It couldn't be.
The Mink turned around several times, looking around, and then
she turned back to face me. I smiled with delight. This was none other
than Miss Minerva Mink, this was turning out to be quite a hunt.
My orange fur seemed to almost stand on end as my scope took in
her beautiful body. her long blond hair was tied in a bun on top of
her head. She wore a tight tank top and short running shorts. Her feet
were clad in tennis shoes. She bent down and untied her shoes, pulling
them off her foot-paws. She discarded them and then stood up and
stretched.
My scope drifted up to her head and I imagined my bullet
shattering her skull, turning her beautiful face into a mass of blood
and brains.
She finished her stretch and relaxed. Miss Mink pulled her tank
top over her head and tossed it onto the ground on top of her shoes.
Her large breasts were barely contained by the white bra she wore. She
reached around and unhooked it. Her bra fell off and her beautiful
breasts fell free. They were covered in the same soft looking white fur
as the rest of her body.
I let my rifle scope drift down onto her left nipple. "...right
hand over your heart bitch." I thought to myself. I could see it in my
mind's eye as the bullet smacked into her tit, blowing the mammary
apart and then shredding her beating heart. She would die before she
even heard the shot. My finger fell away from the trigger. "...that
wouldn't be much fun." I thought.
She pulled her shorts down and bent over to step out of them.
Then she threw them onto her pile of clothes. Miss Mink reached up and
pulled the hair band out of her golden hair and it fell down to the
middle of her shoulders.
My scope drifted down her finely toned stomach and settled on
her belly button. I imagined once again my bullet smacking into her
belly, piercing her guts and shattering her back.
Something spoke to me. It said that it wasn't quite time for
her to die yet. My finger fell away from the trigger.
She turned and hooked her thumbs threw the waistband of her
panties and then bent over and pulled them down to her ankles.
I felt my cock stiffen against my leg, inching it's way out of
it's sheath as my scope settled on the delicate crease of skin and fur
between her legs.
I couldn't help it.
I took a deep breath and exhaled half of it. My finger was
steady as I caressed the trigger and the rifle slapped my shoulder.
Minerva pitched forward onto the grass and screamed as the
heavy bullet ripped through her pussy lips and bored deep into her,
shredding her cunt before exploding out of her lower belly.
I was up before she hit the ground, my rifle forgotten, knife
clutched in my hand as I sprinted down the hill.
Her mind was just beginning to comprehend what had happened
when I reached her and flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs
apart and saw the ravaged hole between her legs. I raised my arm over
her and stabbed my knife into her just below her chest. Then I ripped
downward, bisecting her belly button until I met the bullet's exit hole
in her soft mound. I withdrew the knife but held it in my hand. Then I
pushed my hardened cock into what was left of her pussy. There was
still enough of it left to grip me sufficiently and I pushed myself deep
into her. I felt the ripped walls around my cock as I pushed deeper
into her. Blood poured like a fountain out of her as I began to thrust
hard up into her.
Her guts began to rock slowly out of the horrific gash in her
belly as I continued to thrust deeper into her. She was howling
incoherently by now, screaming and pleading.
I don't do mercy.
Her breasts caught my eye as I increased my tempo and I noticed
that they were as of yet unmarred. That would never do. As I pushed
into her I slashed her right breast horizontally through the nipple. I
could see her ribs at the base of the gash.
She howled and her struggles died a bit.
I pushed into her again and stabbed the point of my blade
through her left nipple. The blade slid between her ribs and I felt it
slide into her rapidly beating heart.
She arched her back and I jerked the knife out of her chest. I
reached my peak then and as I poured my seed into her destroyed body I
could see it spurt up out of her gut sack and land on her beautiful
face.
I grabbed her head and cut deeply into her slim neck. My knife
hit bone and I twisted her head violently, snapping her neck. Her head
came away in my paws and as I continued to rock slowly inside her guts
I raised it to my muzzle and kissed her.
- Vixen_Tamer