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Miyoko loved her family, but the other half of her conscious mind hated them dearly. Even as a child, the young cheetah-girl knew something was wrong with her. She always heard another voice whispering behind her ear, suggesting sweet nothings, spewing forth bitter hatred for her parents, especially after they'd divorced. It wasn't until Miyoko's grandmother died that she was given a chance to glimpse upon her mental conscience first-hand. The sight was revolting at best. A young Pitbull girl with a gouged-out eye and a missing arm, Miyoko's mental entity named herself Nikumu and confessed to having been born into Miyoko's mind at a very young age, having been exposed to thousands of young anthro-feline girls and their developing struggles. Miyoko knew not what she meant, but realized that Nikumu inhabited her brain far longer than even memory could adhere. At her grandmother's funeral, Miyoko saw many long-distant relatives whom she'd all but forgotten about. Her cousin Marty arrived, giving her a recognizing wink. Miyoko remembered when Marty showed her his penis in a public pool once, trying to get her to grab at it with her hand-paw. She flinched and kept her distance from him ever since. Nikumu asked her if she'd like to skewer his nuts and shove them down his throat and duct-tape his mouth shup until he vomited them back up again and died choking on his own puke. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to the best of her ability, continuing to welcome family members into the memorial gathering with her mother, the one who was granted full custody of the cheetah cub. She saw her mother waving and smiling at the arriving crowds of anthros, near and far, consisting of many different species. Uncle Darby and Aunt Tilly showed up, hugging her mother and patting Miyoko's head. Nikumu held a pistol up to Uncle Darby's head and asked to pull the trigger, since he is a child-molesting old fuck who doesn't deserve any form of praise, especially from her mother. Miyoko shook her head, frowning deep. Nikumu then pointed her weapon at Aunt Tilly, shrugging. Miyoko went to hug her auntie and Nikumu dropped her hand-cannon upon the diamond-patterned mortuary carpet, shaking her head, brushing her cocked wrist at her mental vessel. Miyoko's biological father, a lion named David, showed up as well to support his ex-wife's family. He brought a spicy young tabby named Sylvia, his new-found love interest. Nikumu told Miyoko that she enjoys dressing up in Miyoko's old clothing and having David fuck her stupid while she calls him daddy, as a form of perverted father-daughter roleplay. Miyoko brushed her mental entity's cruel words off and ran to her dad, hugging him tight. Sylvia glanced apprehensively at both Miyoko and her mom, that stuck-up bitch who threw away her man for some reason or another. Mildred, Miyoko's mother, walked up to David and Sylvia, holding her hand-paw out for a brisk shake. Nikumu insisted that Miyoko grab a nearby fireplace stake and ram it into David's neck for even having decided to show up in the first place. What good did he do showing his goddam fucking face around these parts? Miyoko stood perfectly still, watching her parents greet one another, free of any excess drama or overreacting emotional distress. Nikumu picked her gun back up and held its barrel up against the temple of Sylvia, growling, threatening to pull the trigger, to blow this stupid cunt's brains all over her asshole lover and his rudimentary bitch-of-an-ex. Miyoko cleared her throat and walked up to her parents, wrapping both her arms around their necks, embracing them in a tender hug. Sylvia scoffed and placed her fists against her hips, looking at the swelling of people in attendance, rolling her eyes, impatiently waiting for this family-bonding moment to be over with already. David hadn't even introduced her to his family, for fuck's sake. How rude and insensitive! Miyoko broke away from their hug and walked up to Sylvia, rubbing the tabby-woman's arm, smiling with wide green eyes. Nikumu snarled and pulled at her ragged grey hair, shocked beyond reason at Miyoko's ignorance, her forgiveness, so uncouth. Miyoko entered the viewing room where her grandma's corpse was on display, prettied up for an open-casket viewing. In this room were many distant cousins with young cubs pulling at each other's ties, disregarding the logistics and fundamental rules of a funeral viewing. Nikumu wanted to split their stupid fucking heads wide open with a hatchet, wanted to break the children into pieces and burn their dismembered corpses while their parents watched, tied up to a stake, watched as their ignorant little fucks died a horrible, slow, painful death. Miyoko felt a swelling of nausea strike her gut and render her balance, nearly fainting. She was brought back to awareness by her distant half-brother, Haku. He was a Bengal tiger and a famous attorney in Taiwan. He took a late-night flight back home to be with his family in Alaska, joining the grieving procession. Nikumu asked Miyoko why she hasn't sucked his dick yet. The pitbull spirit questioned the cheetah girl why she hasn't let her half-brother burst her hymen into jelly, why she hasn't spread her legs and let his barbed cock glide swiftly into her swollen vagina, why she was hesitant to lick his cock and make his head tilt back and his eyes roll in their sockets from an explosive orgasm, why she didn't quite comprehend the taste of his semen, what her hold-up was to have him fuck her raw and raunchy, to pound her brains out one late night in the back-seat of his Datsun, to make her tail twitch erratically and her teeth bury into his neck in a thick lust-driven reaction. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to her greatest abilities and gave Haku a generous hug, thanking him for coming home so soon and on such short notice. He told her why of course and insisted that he wouldn't miss his step-grammy's funeral, not even for all the work in the world. Nikumu snickered at this and fingered at her clit, panting heavily and licking at Haku's cheek while she squirted seminal fluids upon her hand-paw, lapping the feminine spunk clean while smiling with a demonic sultry air of greed at Mikoyo. The cheetah girl asked Haku if he'd excuse her for a moment so she could step outside and catch a breath. He nodded and said do whatever you must. She did. Upon stepping out from the stifling heat of the funeral home, she saw a groundskeeper tending to a mass of headstones. He rummaged through a small tractor-trailer filled with yard-trimming tools: lawn-mower, weed-eater, mulch, fertilizer, rakes and shovels, a gas-powered blower and a hedge-trimmer. Miyoko's eyes glued to the latter object and Nikumu nodded at her, insistent. Yes, grab it. Go on, use it. Use it on everyone. Vent your frustrations. Carve their hearts right out of their goddam chests. You know you want to. Miyoko saw the groundskeeper and he waved at her. She returned with a friendly waving gesture of her own, smiling. He cracked a small grin from a corner of his lips and raised his scruffy eyebrows. Nikumu became angry and tired of waiting for nothing. As the spirit of Miyoko's bane possessed the cheetah-girl's body, she stopped waving and smiling immediately. Miyoko's hand-paws curled into fists, popping her knuckles, forcing her retractable claws to scratch and puncture at her paw-pads, drawing blood. She stomped over to the trailer and grabbed for the hedge-trimmers. She held the serrated-blade edge away from her body and pulled the choke-start cord once, twice and revved the trimming tool on the third tug. The groundskeeper saw her and began to run towards her, waving his arms, asking what the hell she thought she was doing. Miyoko waved the hedge-trimmers over her head and swung the active blade down into his forehead, revving a speed throttle, carving a gouging slitting hole into his face. The man's arms shook and twitched and his legs buckled as he let loose a puddle of urine into his work-overalls, vile with a foul stench. His tongue jutted out from his lips and split in two. Miyoko yanked free the hedge-trimmer's active blade with a grunt and the man slouched to the grass, head cracking upon a nearby gravestone, splitting the wound wide and exposing his sinuses and brains. His eyes rolled mercilessly and he gagged, two separated bits of tongue flapping aimlessly. Miyoko laughed aloud and dropped the hedge-trimmers to her side, turning around drunkenly, weaving and stumbling towards the work-cart trailer. She rustled around and found a small chainsaw used for clearing stumps and unsightly limbs from trees that grew wildly around the cemetery. She primed the gas pump by pressing a small red rubber button inward three times and pulled hard upon the machine's ignition-cord, rippling and revving the motor, watching as the fine chain-blades spun and vibrated with a mad dissonance. She smiled, face stained with blood-splatter from the groundskeeper and stood upright, head cocked back, sighing with relaxed ease. Nikumu hugged her tight, arms wrapped around her neck and kissed her cheetah-girl cheek. Show them what I've always meant for you to show them. Go on, have fun. They'll never expect it coming from you, guaranteed. You can't get dick, you can't ever catch a break at all so what good are you to anyone? Go on... become famous overnight. Do it. You'll be amazed. Miyoko smiled and looked upon her loving partner's face. Nikumu, empty socket aglow, teeth snarling in a curled psychotic grin, eyebrows curved downward, head cocked, thirsty for blood. Miyoko did very well in quenching her friend's thirst.

Excerpt clipped from Alaska's Anchorage Daily News, issue #197:

CHEETAH ANTHRO GIRL'S HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE SCARS SMALL COMMUNITY

-Reported by Murphy Gillis

A young anthro-cheetah killed a groundskeeper and roughly fifteen members of her own family during a recent funeral procession late last Tuesday. The girl, identified as Miyoko Kubiyasha, was a leading representative in her school counsel and a bright, upstart young cub. Her victims include her parents, the late David Kubiyasha and Mildred Etheridge-Kubiyasha, her half-brother Haku, a famous attorney with law offices in Taiwan and Senpai, along with numerous cousins. The service was originally held in honor of her grandmother, who'd passed earlier last month from pneumonia. Numerous criminal researchers are investigating the cause of her motives. Miyoko is currently held under heavy security watch. Witnesses report having heard her curse wildly while she was hauled away in a correctional hospital van, asking an as-of-yet unknown individual named Nikumu why she made her do what she did. Experts suggest hallucinogenic schizophrenia. More to come in the weeks ahead.

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