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"One last little shave here, a sliver there, and done! It is now complete. Perfect. Looks just like Rudy." The one-eyed weasel admired his handiwork, the wood carving he was working on finally finished, the irony he was carving the very same dinosaur the tooth he was using as a blade came from. His head lowers, lips pursing as he blows the last of the dust off the miniature figurine. The sky is dark now, almost completely so, the light having faded from where ever it comes from underground.

He looks around, eyes falling on the sleeping animals around him, following their breathing to make sure all of them are truly asleep. Two woolly mammoths, one male, one female, a sabretooth tiger, and not to mention the two rather sexy little 'possums. His tongue flicks across his lips, staring at the pile of limp fur on the ground next to the mammoths, the opossums lying there entirely unaware of the weasels hidden lust for them.

He gets up, stalking over to the pile of 'opossum, his one good eye seemingly glowing in the darkness, the time right after the sun goes down belonging to him, and to him alone. His unwary prey lie there, already fast asleep, waiting to be pounced upon. The weasel stalks ever closer, creeping within feet of the smaller marsupials. He closes the gap, walking up to them, grabbing their shoulders and shaking them awake.

"Come on, up and at 'em boys" he whispers into the two's ears, not wanting to alert the larger animals sleeping around them. They stir softly, being roused from their slumber, looking up and into the eye-patch covering part of the face above them.

"Buck? What's going on? Is everyone okay?" His voice normal, quickly getting a shush from the weasel.

"Now, now, Crash, we don't wanna wake the others, do we? It's rather late still, so we don't wanna wake 'em. I want to do a little scouting while the others sleep. After all, we that see in the dark have the most advantage at night. Come on, let's go." He reaches down, tugging them up by their tails, shaking them to rid them of any lingering drowsiness. He clutches their tails tightly, dragging them away from the group and into the gloom.

He starts getting giddy, literally dragging them both by the tail, the two opossums glancing nervously at each other, wondering why he woke them in the first place for the so-called "scouting" if he was going to just drag them and do all the looking himself. Eddie let's out a yawn, his eyes fluttering closed as his stomach hits a few rocks, scraping in the dirt along the way.

Buck turns around, glancing behind him at the two compliant marsupials behind him, the tails in his grip rather lax. He smirks, looking back ahead, getting further and further away from camp, dragging the boys to some unknown destination. Their chests are smeared with dirt by now, but they don't mind, used to being dirty anyways. Finally, after a good half hour of dragging, he arrives at his predetermined destination, dropping the tails in his hand and leaving them to lie in the dust. "Alright boys, time to begin."

"Begin what, Buck? What are we doing out here?" Eddie glances at his brother, agreeing with him wholeheartedly as they get up, dusting themselves off, looking around, Crash throwing his own two cents in "Yeah, Buck, you said we were going to go scout ahead. What are we doing this far out? I want to go back to Ellie." He lets out a whine, his tail curling up and he grabs hold of it like a security blanket, finding comfort in that small action in the unknown alien world they had found themselves in.

"Too bad, you're out here to help me scout, and that's just what we're gonna do. So, settle down and enjoy." He tells them, attempting to comfort the two 'possums before he starts, not wanting them to get riled up quite so early. He walks up to the smaller of the brothers, Crash, stalking up to him as he would prey, sliding right up to the 'possum. He sits down beside the duo, wrapping his arm around Crash, pulling him close to his body, fur rubbing against fur.

"What are you doing Buck? Shouldn't we be walking around or something? Why are we sitting out here in the middle of nowhere?" Buck twists, facing him directly with his upper-half, answering the question as truthfully as he can without scaring them.

"You see Crash, I wanted to come out here to play a little game without the others. Just the three of us. A fun little game, one you've probably not played yet. I promise you though, the game is going to be fun. Let's play." He leans forward, grabbing Crash around by the shoulders, pulling the opossum to him in a kiss, shoving his muzzle against Crash's. His tongue slips through, flicking across the 'possums teeth, holding him tightly so as to not allow the smaller marsupials to pull away from the kiss. His chest rumbles in delight, tasting the object he has been lusting after all day. He breaks the kiss, glancing over at the other brother, forgetting for a moment that he was even there, catching his eyes, the 'possums eyes filling his head as he watches his brother make out with the one-eyed weasel.

"Your turn, Eddie." He pushes the smaller of the two brothers away, getting up and tackling the larger of the two brothers, rolling around in the dust with him, smashing their muzzles together more forcefully than he had with the smaller of the two, clearly a show of dominance. He pins the smaller animal to the ground, his tongue fighting for, and gaining, supremacy inside the 'possums mouth.

"Hey! Get off him Buck! Why are you doing this?" Crash jumps up, stepping forward to attempt and wrench the weasel off his brother, grabbing him by the arm and tugging. Not being anywhere near strong enough, he only manages to irritate the one eyed weasel, who turns to him, responding gruffly "Wait your turn Crash! I'll come to you when I come to you!" He goes back to kissing the marsupial, the interruption causing him to get more violent, forcing himself onto the smaller animal. His paw reaches down, grabbing and squeezing at Eddie's crotch, roughly fondling him. He purrs softly at the feeling of the treasure hidden there, fondling and squeezing the testicles resting above his opening, the smaller marsupial underneath him not strong enough to push him off, wincing in pain at the rough treatment.

He breaks the kiss again, staring down the helpless creature below him, starting to rub his sheath against the 'possums own cloaca. He gets up, still using his strength over the opossum to hold him down, going down and licking and nibbling on the 'possums cloaca opening, sticking his tongue inside to where the concealed treasures were hiding, that elusive double-pronged member. His tongue sneaks inside, playing with the member inside the opening. He pulls his tongue out, licking his lips, his paw finding it's way down to his own crotch, playing with his sheath and his own bulge inside, coaxing it out of hiding.

He turns to Crash, making sure he hasn't bolted, only to find him trembling in fright a couple feet away, still there, eyes staring blankly at Buck molesting his brother. Buck turns back to Eddie, wanting more fun with the bigger brother before moving on to the smaller. His paw wraps around his member, gripping it loosely, mostly for aim as he pushes it against the opening, rubbing it up and down. He lines it up, waiting patiently for hours for this exact opportunity. He closes his eyes, reveling in the fear emanating from the 'possum below him, suddenly thrusting inside, managing to squeeze his member in beside the opossums own branching member, spreading the two branches apart and sliding between them, stretching them further apart than they were ever meant to go.

"Stop, Buck, please? That hurts, they aren't supposed to spread apart, it hurts" the possum cries, trying to push him off and out, when the striking of fur and skin meeting fur and skin meets his ears, the pain following a few seconds later, eyes starting to tear up. Eddie turns his head back up to meet the weasel's gaze, his cheek stinging harshly, a few lines of red on his cheek from where his claws interrupted the slap, the blood starting to bead to the surface.

"If I have to tell you to shut up one more time, I will do much worse than slap you, got it you little rodent?" He pulls his hips back, his member following not too long after, leaving its new abode. "You ready for this, little rat?" he pushes back in, not waiting for, nor expecting, a response. He thrusts into opening, his hips doing all the work as he slides between the twin member hiding in their hidey-hole, his paws grabbing onto the marsupials hips as their hips meet, pushing his entire member into the hole that wasn't designed to have anything go in, no lubrication making the friction between the rubbing members burn. He picks up speed, slamming into the marsupials opening, the weasel letting out a growl as the pleasure builds inside his loins.

"You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a nice piece of ass like this, gotten in to a hole like yours. Your dick rubbing against mine feels fantastic too. I could get used to it, but I'm not going to. I'm going to enjoy it, and you're going to sit there and take it like the slut you are." He gets predatory look on his face, the opossum underneath him comatose in his stillness, just hoping the weasel will finish quickly, letting it happen. Buck let's out a growl of anger, wanting more emotion from his meat, bending down and sinking his fangs into the opossum, breaking the skin on his neck and drawing blood, earning a yelp from the young marsupial, licking the blood leaking out of the puncture holes.

He'd almost forgotten about the other brother, Crash, when he did just that, barreling into the weasel, just hard enough to knock him off, his rock hard rod pulling from its warm embrace, falling onto the grass around them.

"Leave my brother alone, you monster! You bit him? Why would you bite him? Leave us alone!" He pleads with the carnivore, covering his brothers quivering body with his own, doing his brotherly duty to protect.

"That actually surprised me. Who knew little marsupials could actually tackle, eh? But you know you are going to pay for that, right?" He let's out a yell, rushing towards the two marsupials lying on the ground, teeth and fangs bared, flying towards Crash, wrapping his arms around the opossum and yanking him up to his feet, throwing him off and to the side, slamming him to the ground. He turns to him, planting his foot on his chest and pressing down, compressing his lungs, not allowing the smaller animal to properly catch his breath. His nails extend, breaking the surface of the opossum's chest, drawing the first blood on Crash. He digs in, his claws kept sharp for just such a situation, the claws seemingly with a mind of their own, thirsting for blood. His eyes get an evil glint in them, staring down into the eyes of his prey, his member only getting harder.

"Having fun little one? You're only going to have more fun from here. I promise." He tells him, fully intending to keep his promise, bending over at the waist grab him around the neck, turning his head to stare after Eddie, only to catch him already attempting to flee, having gotten relatively far away in such a short amount of time, but the weasel is faster.

"Fine, you want to go first, I would be happy to oblige" he yells after the scurrying 'possum, smashing his fist into Crash's head to stop him from attempting to leave as well before giving chase, his lithe body coiling tightly, and springing apart, the predator's muscles working to push him closer to the running opossum, inching closer with each slam of his paw on the ground, soon hurtling himself through the air to wrap his body around Eddie's. They hit the ground together, rolling so Buck ends up on top, pinning Eddie to the ground, his shoulders digging into the dirt.

"So now that I've caught you, what to do with you? I know. How about I finish what I started with you? It has been way too long since I got my rocks off, and your brother stopped me the first time, but not again. And look at this? I've gone soft, since I had to chase you down. So you're gonna make up for that. Now, hold still" is his only warning before he strikes, his head flashing down and burying his teeth into Eddie's shoulder, sinking his fangs into the meat there, deep enough to hit bone. He closes his mouth around the gaping hole he created, drinking the blood leaking out, biting down and pulling up a chunk, chewing it down and swallowing, his eyes closing from the taste dancing across his tongue, ears ringing from the screams bellowing out of the opossums mouth.

His mouth opens, baring his bloody fangs to the screaming marsupial, not getting further reaction from the already traumatized animal. He strikes again, taking another equally large bite from the opposite shoulder, his muzzle now saturated in the blood leaking from the wounds. He laughs, his paw digging into the wounds, scooping up some of the blood in his paw like a bowl, wrapping it around his member, limp yet still hanging from his sheath. His hand moves up and down, coaxing the blood black into his member as if he were giving himself a transfusion, using the blood as lubrication to jack himself off, blood dripping on the marsupial below him.

"Now is the time" he tells the young opossum, lining his once-again hard member up with the 'possums anal opening of the split opening, slamming himself home, hilting himself in one thrust. His chest rumbles in pleasure, feeling his member shoved inside yet another orifice of the 'possums that was never meant to have anything in it; his member throbs as he feels skin and muscle tearing, the hole he's filling with meat clenching tighter than tight.

"See? Isn't this so much better? You get what you've been begging for, and I get what I've wanted." He pulls out, not wanting to waste any time, another brother to get to, pushing himself back in to the hilt, hips slapping against each other, the tip of his member causing only more tearing inside as it brushes up against the walls inside the of the marsupial. His member throbs heavily inside it's gripping vice, more of the oozing red liquid squelching inside the torn and dripping hole as he slams in and out. "This is what I've been waiting for. Only reason I even offered to help." He stares down at the 'possum below him, staring down into the red, puffy eyes staring into space. He leans down, kissing the 'possum, not receiving anything but a whimper.

"Oh come on, scream! Talk! Do something! This is not nearly as fun when you don't react. Here, how about this," he asks the opossum before leaning down to bite him again, not taking out another chunk, just breaking the skin again this time, earning another well deserved yelp. "There it is! It makes me so excited to hear you scream! I love it." Buck squeezes him more tightly, speeding up his thrusts, his orbs starting to quiver inside their holding; the thrusts getting so erratic that blood starts spurting out around his member, the weasel starting to pant loudly from exertion and pleasure, growing ever closer to crossing the peak.

He slams home, pushing himself all the way inside, his own orgasmic yell cut off when his teeth shear through the softest part of the marsupials body. The smaller animals gurgles fill both their ears, the carnivores mouth filling with blood at the same time he floods the 'possum's bowels with his cum, feeling the life flow from the marsupial's body and down his throat, both bodies shivering wildly, one from the throes of ecstasy, the other from the last remaining thralls of death. His head falls back, eyes facing the sky, yet closed and rolled back in his head from pure pleasure wracking his body, received from the hole he punished, and the hole he created himself.

His member pulls free with a slurp, the vice-tight tunnel not wanting it to leave, a large spurt of blood and cum pouring out of the gaping hole following the escaped plug. He steps away, his face dripping with the marsupial's blood, his member dripping the blood and cum mixture dripping to the ground below him.

"Well Eddie, this was fun, but I have another brother to go have fun with. May we meet again" He proclaims wistfully, turning around and heading back toward where he left the other brother. He follows the path, seemingly a lot further away when not in a rush. The dark makes him lose the way a couple of times however, but eventually he finds the way back, practically stumbling across Crash. "Ah, there you are, oh succulent little one. You are going to be fun, since I am done with your brother."

He shuffles towards Crash, his member rock hard even from the long trek back; his member twitches from the only thing on his mind from the walk, burying himself into, in his opinion, the sexier of the two brothers. His paw wraps around his member, rubbing around the blood caked on, the blood and semen starting to solidify already from the cool night air.

He lays over the 'possum, putting his body weight entirely on him, rubbing his throbbing member against the marsupial's orbs, feeling them roll around the small sac under his ministrations. The sensitive orbs are small enough, and the sac loose enough, that his member fits between them like a glove, actually having the orbs wrap around his member and rub the bottom and sides of his meat, warming it. He happens to glance down, catching the eyes of the 'possum, so full of hate and contempt, the loathing there covering his face with the mask of anger. The young marsupial struggles, heaving his body around, able to fling his arms up, attempting to claw at the much larger weasel's face. One of his claws catches, raking across the mammals face, leaving gouge marks around the already scarred right eye.

"ARRGHHH!! My EYE! I'm blind!" His hand flies up to his eye, ripping off the shredded leaf, flinging it away to flutter in the wind. "HA! Just kidding," he says with a laugh, blood streaming down his face from his again ruined eye socket.

"You know I have to kill you now, right? I mean, I can't let this go." Crash then decides to use that exact moment to his advantage, pushing against the larger biped, shoving him back a few inches by catching him off guard. A grunt follows shortly after, another large gush of blood flooding the dirt as Crash's right-hind leg flying through the air connects with the weasels stomach, the sharp claws digging through the soft skin and fur, ripping it open. His hand flies down, clutching at the gaping hole in his stomach, actually getting a handful of his own internal organs, which he then attempts to shove back inside.

He lets loose a scream, filled with anger and pain at being hit, but despite the blood loss, despite the pain, despite the dizziness causing him to stagger as he attempts to take a half-step closer, his shaft still completely solid, throbbing erratically and beginning to leak, dripping pre to mix with the blood leaking from his stomach.

He lurches forward with a growl, leaping on top of the marsupial, throwing him over and flipping him onto his back, pinning him down. His hips slam forward, spearing the poor opossum on his shaft, shoving his entire length into the marsupial. He grunts loudly, the nonstop blood-flow streaming freely down his legs, passing his groin, only adding more red wetness to the mess.

The stickiness of the blood, the cool air around them congealing the blood, causing there to be a syrup like lube, more blood replacing it by the second causing the old drying blood from Eddie to turn wet again. He starts thrusting immediately, not caring what hole he penetrated, managing to sink back into the particular spot hiding the marsupial's own split member, sliding up alongside them.

His thrusting gets more erratic, feeling himself getting weaker but wanting to finish the job before he could no longer continue. Crash has started sobbing at this point, his tears flowing almost as freely as the mammals blood, soaking his face with the wetness. He starts sliding along the ground, his knees scraping against the ground, rocks biting into his legs causing the abrasions there to start bleeding from the rough thrusting coming from behind.

Buck yelps, shoving his entire member inside the now bloody orifice, most of the blood from the opossum's brother, his body trembling as he finally bursts, flooding the tight hole with his thick cream. His body shakes wildly, his insides having falling out among the thrusting, leaking blood and entrails around his buried member, spewing his cum inside, his own life force leaving his body seemingly through this final act of lust, all strength leaving his body.

With the last strength of his body failing, he falls, no longer able to support himself. He crashes down, crushing the marsupial, his entire body weight resting on him. In the fall, his erection is yanked out, a gush of a concoction of liquids pouring out, soaking into the ground.

"Buck? BUCK! Get up! Please! It hurts, it hurts so much, and there's so much blood!" The possum pushes, attempting to shove the very recently departed weasel off him, managing to move him just enough to squirrel his way out, wiggling out from underneath the mammal.

"Why, Buck? Why? I thought you were a friend" the surviving opossum mumbles to himself as he starts on the trek back, following the long trail of blood, tiring himself out as he finally arrives at the body of his brother, collapsing on him, renewed sobbing wracking his body. "Eddie? Eddie? Come on, Eddie! Please wake up!"