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The official tags for this story are: M/M/M, Fox, Feline, Gangrape, Incest, Sixty Nine, Rimming, Reverse Oral (?), Autofellatio, Masturbation, Domination, Horror, Blood, Gore, Violence, Death, Supernatural, Possession, Demon, Fanfiction. Unless these dark themes whisper to you, tempt you like they do me, simply do not read this. Only by your own paw do you go any further. All characters, living, dead, possessed, or undead, are copyright Eldyran. Hellraiser and its intellectual properties are the rights of Clive Barker. Do not Tempt HappyFunBall (tm) !!!

Hellraiser: Hellsent

2nd Piece - Related by Blood, Tempted by Flesh

2006 by Eldyran

Mexico, 1484

Tízoc stared down at the stone beneath his bare knees, not daring to look up. Sweat dripped from the fur of his forehead into the gathering bowl underneath him to mix with his recent ejaculate. The naked jaguar held a spool of strong twine in his right paw; sharp stones weaved inside its intertwined fibers. His legs burned from kneeling so long, and the rough, hard stone dug into his kneecaps.

Hundreds of ceremonial drums beat in primordial rhythm around the base of the Great Tenochtitlan Pyramid down below. Although the amoral Gods bade him to rebuild the pyramid under his knees, the insecure jaguar wondered if he could manage such a terrific feat of leadership. Already the Mexicas under his rule grumbled in unrest.

The hesitant jaguar pulled a timid paw up to block the black and blueish rays of the solar eclipse above him, trying to catch a glimpse of the two Gods conversing before him. Xipe Totec and Xolotl stood in front of the blood altar, speaking in deadpan, almost hollow, words not of the native Nahuatl language. Their gruesome appearances seemed more akin to Demons than Gods.

Tízoc's gaze walked up the bloody hides covering most of Tízoc's flayed feline body, his fur sliced off in some parts to reveal the muscle glistening underneath in the black rays of the dying sun above. The jaguar ruler tore his cobalt eyes from the ghastly sight to Xolotl, and regretted doing so. Small bits of flesh still clung to the skeletal canine; black eyes hung in the white, empty sockets like two floating orbs of pure Stygian night.

The Lord of the Evening Star thrust a upturned skeletal paw toward Xipe Totec, and a large, shimmering, segmented diamond appeared, floating just above the outstretched, cadaverous digits. The diamond pulsed with dark blueish light, casting off thin, gloomy rays similar to those falling from the nascent heavens above. The segments of the diamond rearranged; first into a pyramid, then a cube, which fell to the hard stone. The hexagonal block dimmed for a moment, then the rays of the eclipse above glimmered off its metallic golden sides; the fractal pyramids etched into them refracting the dead lights in a myriad of directions. Thousands of chirping birds sprang into musical chorus in the semi-tropical forests surrounding him.

This was not like Xolotl at all.

Xolotl drew back, and Xipe Totec stepped forward top retrieve the strange box. Tízoc rocked back and forth on his knees, chanting an ancient ward against evil and trickery. While Xipe Totec's attention focused on the prostate ruler kneeling before him, Xolotl's flesh and fur regrew on his skeletal frame, the deceptive mask no longer needed.

Ueuecoyotl gave a demented grin, and the insane coyote disappeared in a explosion of shadow. The choir of tweets and drumbeats ceased.

Xipe Totec pointed a sharp claw at Tízoc, and the ritual to give the dying sun its rebirth began. The kneeling jaguar ran the metal spike at the end of the twine through his furry sheath, a squirt of blood gushing out. As the ruler pulled the jagged twine through his genitals, his screams of agony echoed from atop the pyramid, down to the cheering Aztec priests below. Hot blood and tears dribbled into the gathering bowel, the four bodily fluids mixing together: Sweat. Tears. Blood. Cum.

Tízoc's salty sacrifices to the ageless, unappeased ones ...

Brazil, 1974

Joshua Merchant sprinted through the rain forest at full tilt, bouncing off the trucks of tropical trees, and almost tripping on their shallow, exposed roots. Monkeys howled and screeched at him from above, tropical birds taking off from their secure perches upon the black fox's hellbent approach. The vulpine's lungs burned from exhaustion, and his sides itched, but he dashed forward regardless, trying to outrun the enraged ocelot chasing him.

"What did you do to my little brother, Rabeta?!" the tropical feline yowled out, closing the distance.

Joshua didn't bother to answer, and leapt over a tangle of roots. He misjudged the distance, and his hind paw tripped over the exposed tree stump, taking him down hard into the thin jungle soil. The humid jungle air seemed to press down on him from all angles, and the ocelot was suddenly on top of him.

"I'm going to kill you!" the older feline screeched into his black ears, yanking Joshua up by the back of his shirt, which ripped a bit. "He doesn't talk! We have to feed him soup like a kitten! What did you do Pixote?!"

The ocelot slammed the vulpine's head into a stone, then yanked back viscously on the back of his head fur. A thin line of blood dripped down the muzzle of the black fox from the gash on his right temple. Joshua's eyes swam in their sockets; the gaze unfocused from the brutal stun. The fifteen year old feline hissed and continued to pummel the eight year old into the thin, rocky soil, the ocelot's teenage form shaking from unrestrained rage. Joshua' shirt tore away, and the fox landed into the dirt with a thud. The limp vulpine's paws moved up to cradle his recently broken nose, the quieted jungle around him soaking up his dazed pants of pain and dizziness.

Phillipe's brother stood over him, and the sound of a zipper accompanied the feline's own pants of exertion. The ocelot kicked the younger fox in the sides of the ribs, and Joshua barked a few times before the aching lungs in his cracked ribs ceased to draw in breath. As the fox cradled his sides, the feline rolled Joshua over in the dirt, before yanking him up by the head fur to his knees.

"Not talking, eh Veado?" The spotted feline's paw undid his shorts before they fell to pool at his ankles, exposing his swollen sheath. While the left paw jerked the vulpine's head back and forth, the right bore down on his sheath, stroking hard. "I might as well use that useless muzzle of yours, Bicha."

He smeared the wet, emerging tip of his sex across Joshua's muzzle lips, and the fox bucked his head backwards, away from it. A knee slammed into his muzzle, and the impact sent the vulpine's view of the world spinning. Phillipe's older brother wasted no time in shoving his cock deep into that lax, open jaw. Joshua jagged, choked as the thick feline meat slammed into the back of his small, young throat, and thick, salty tears fell from his tightly shut jade eyes.

The ocelot grabbed the back of the fox's head and fucked his muzzle, Joshua's bleeding nose smearing a bit of blood into his stomach fur with each deep thrust. Phillipe's brother arched his back and yowled, savoring the act of burying his barbed feline sex down the choking vulpine's windpipe in savage rhythm.

Joshua flopped back and forth on the meat stick, brain shutting down from lack of oxygen. The biting taste of iron and salty pre mixed in his muzzle, barely registering in his numb mind. The ocelot's ears flattened against his skull and he screeched out in climax, his furry sacs pumping their massive, hot load down into Joshua's heaving stomach.

Joshua's eyelids snapped open to reveal the darkness contained within.

The ebon fox's paws snatched up to sink their sharp claws deep into the tender flesh of the feline's ass, locking him in place. The possessed canid's muzzle snapped shut, his feral teeth slicing through the delicate organ with ease. A gush of sizzling blood and cum filled the vulpine's muzzle, the excess dripping out the sides of the clenched muzzle lips. The ocelot's scream echoed for kilometers in the unending canopy of the rain forest around them. A couple of Toucans took off from their perches.

The black fox pulled away from the ocelot's mutilated groin, and a torrent of blood from the severed arteries spurted into his face fur, drenching it. The vulpine swallowed on instinct, and the feline's sex slipped down his seed slicked throat with ease to flop into his empty stomach. The claws unlatched themselves from the ragged flesh of the ocelot's bloody ass, and the feline fell backwards. Blood poured from between the ocelot's digits as he tried to stanch the blood loss with his paws. As he convulsed on the ground, a spreading pool of crimson enriched the nutrient poor soil beneath him.

A demonic canid paw gripped his head fur, and dragged the yowling feline through a series of baroque archways that had not been there before; frigid rough stone clawing at his backside. The tormented sheiks of innumerable, sensualist souls echoed throughout Hell's passageways. Even though the tail of blood leading through those abysmal corridors thinned, then disappeared, Xolotl, the Aztecan psychopomp, already had Phillipe's brother in his inescapable claws. The ocelot's flesh was still warm and subtle when the the other Cenobites tore his soul apart, devouring it.

His suffering was delicious, much like his sex.

Florida, 1984

Joshua slammed his locker door shut and leaned up against it, staring at Raymond. The white wolf put his books away in his own locker, oblivious to the black fox's lecherous gawk. A couple of students trotted past, eager to leave school grounds now that the last bell had rang. The vulpine continued to stare down the hallway at the football star, and his muzzle parted slightly as Ray took off his varsity jersey, throwing it into his locker.

A female coyote appeared from nowhere, shoving herself in Joshua's line of vision, blocking his view of her boyfriend.

"You think I don't know, fox?" the 'yote dressed in a cheerleader's practice outfit barked. "Ray may be dumb, but I ain't." She shot him a look with cold, unsympathetic eyes. Joshua cocked an eyebrow at the other canid from under his horn rimmed glasses. They stared at each other for a long minute, the last trickle of students shuffling past in the otherwise empty corridor.

"You don't have to admit it to me you little fucktard, I see the way you look at him." The popular coyote shoved a paw up against his locker, right by his muzzle, and leaned in to whisper into his perked, sable vulpine ears. "The only way in Hell you'll ever get a shot at him is over my cold, dead body ..." A gentle white paw clamped down on her shoulder from behind.

"Hey Jessica, what are you talking to Josh about?" The female 'yote grabbed the fox's wrist and turned around, draping his arm around her lithe shoulders as if her little monologue never occurred.

"I was just asking Joshua to the Senior Prom, Ray, since your too chicken shit to do it," Jessica smiled up at her boyfriend, who just laughed, "but he turned me down. Go figure huh. I guess I have horrible pick in guys." She rubbed her hips into the fox's crotch in a lewd gesture. Joshua said nothing as he stared up to Ray, his sheath not even stirring. Her form was foreign to him.

"Should I leave you two alone, or would you like to escort me to practice?" Ray smiled down at her with his ice blue eyes, offering her a forearm. She dropped her hold on the fox's arm and latched onto her boyfriend without hesitation. Ray placed a paw on Joshua's shoulder before turning to leave for the locker room, much to Jessica's chagrin. "Later Josh, drop by practice sometime and say hi. And don't mind the other guys, they're just jerks."

As the star running back turned to leave, Jessica narrowed her eyes at the ebon vulpine. After the two disappeared around a corner, Joshua reached up to place a paw on the spot where Ray touched him. His boxers were damp from arousal, and his hard member spilled from its protective sheath, pressing hard into the wet material. After a few moments, the fox stepped over to Raymond's locker, and took the Master Lock single dial combination padlock in his scarred, crafty paws.

He spun the dial a bit, first fast, then slow, getting a feel for the movement of the unhindered sticking points in the locking mechanism within. Although the sophisticated mechanism inside contained more than 64,000 possible combinations, it was nothing more than a clever puzzle.

And Joshua was very, very good at puzzles.

The ingenuous fox pulled down on the padlock until the U arm gave internal resistance, preventing this thief from obtaining a memento of his obsession, as any good lock should. Joshua spun the dial on the lock slowly, feeling every bump of the mechanism, until it stopped at thirteen. The last number of the combination. Since the first and second numbers of the combination were mathematically related to the last, the number of possible combinations dropped to only 100. The fox's clever paws molested the security device, trying out different sequences with lightning speed, until the fatally designed lock gave up its prize.

After Joshua shut and relocked the jock's locker, he walked away with Raymond's varsity jersey on his back. His sneakers squeaked on the fleshly waxed floor, the grating noise echoing in the abandoned hallways of the empty school. Just as the fox walked past a boy's rest room, two sets of feline paws latched onto him from behind, one paw clamped over his muzzle. Taken by surprise, the vulpine didn't even have time to maul the paw silencing him before being hauled inside the dingy, moist room. A lion with gang knots braided into his mane glowered at him, his two thugs shoving him down to his knees.

"What's this about shit licker?" the lion growled down at Joshua, his claws sinking into the football jersey. "Let me guess ... you decided to join the squad to chase after the Tight End?" His two cronies chuckled, and the vulpine looked back and forth between the tiger and the lynx, each sporting similar braids in their fur. "Clean his muzzle boys, I don't want to get any shit on my dick when he swallows it."

The two muscular felines dragged the smaller canid's thrashing form over to one of the stalls, where they shoved him upside down into the toilet, flushing it. A few well timed blows to his stomach, and they ensured the fox's muzzle shot open under the spray. When they yanked him back out, Joshua sputtered and coughed, his black head fur drenched, his glasses now askew. The two felines repeated this a few more times, also drenching their fur in the process, and then gagged him with a bandanna. As they dragged him down the hallway to the metal shop classroom, following their pride leader, a thick line of toilet water tailed them on the recently waxed, shiny floor.

The lion flipped on a switch upon entering the dirty room, and a few florescent banks of lights hummed to life above them. The classroom looked more like a torture room with all the shop tools laying about, their sharp jagged edges glinting underneath the harsh glow of the shop's lighting. The gang leader spun around and back pawed the kneeling, restrained vulpine. The vicious blow sent Joshua's muzzle snapping hard to the right, his horn rimmed glasses flying off his face and skittering away on the metal dust covered cement floor. The fox yanked his wet head back around, his jade eyes narrowing up at the lion.

Joshua growled through the gag, fangs bared.

"Whats this?" the lion laughed, his chortle echoing off the hard, soundproof, concrete walls. "I can't believe the little cocksucker is that eager to get a piece of this." The feline groped the hard bulge of his crotch, before sending a savage kick into the canid's stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs.

"Strip him."

As two sets of feline paws tore off his clothes, Joshua noticed a pool of shadow in one of the corners of the room shimmer and congeal. Through the impenetrable darkness, he caught a hint of molded, intertwined flesh and spotted fur. Sharp lion claws buried themselves into the scruff of Joshua's neck, forcing him down on all four paws. His naked form bucked under the tight restraint of the lion above him, but a few hard punches to the back of his head quelled any mounting resistance.

"It's your lucky day boys, I'm letting you both have first dibs." The tiger and the lynx looked at each other, before tearing their clothes off in haste. The lion chuckled down into one of the vulpine twitching black ears. "I'm going to really enjoy watching this little prick take it from both ends."

The nude tiger slid behind Joshua and pulled his bushy tail up out of the way, running his feline sheath up and down the fox's ass crack. As the tiger's extracted claws sank deep into the flesh of Joshua's hips, the fox yelped and chewed at his gag. The lynx obliged him, and took off the gag, grabbing the top of Joshua's head fur and forcing his square nose into the pubic fur right above his sheath. The moist tip of the tiger's sex pressed tight against the vulpine clenched entrance, and the stripped feline worked his cocktip past the canid's tight muscular ring with much effort, ripping the fox wide open. Joshua's screams echoed off the hard cement walls.

The pain was exquisite; like a straight razor slicing through bare flesh.

The dry barbed feline cock ripped through his insides, the knife edged agony shooting through him in mind numbing waves. The tiger's penetrating sex, although thin, was long, and the barbs snagged deep within his bowels. Joshua turned his head and vomited away from the musky scent of the lynx's sheath.

"Now why did you have to go and do that, Chica?" The lion growled out, his paw pads squeezing down on the lupine's pressure points in his neck. "After my hombre here was so kind to clean out your muzzle earlier." The pride leader shot a look up to the lynx. "Fill his stomach back up. If I feel even the slightest burn when I shove my fat prick down this shit licker's throat, I'll kill him." The lynx smiled and obeyed, taking the fox's head in his paws, and shoving his kitty cock into the canid's muzzle.

Joshua wanted to push away from the slick feline sex invading his muzzle, but the torment in his bowels would not let him shove back against the tiger invading him. The pain of his depths eased a bit as blood from his torn insides coated the tiger's sex, which started sliding in and of the fox's tight, hot fuck hole in steady rhythm. The stripped orange and black feline made no mistake about it when one of his paws moved up to stoke the vulpine between his ears.

He wanted to let the fox know he was taking his time with him, savoring every luscious thrust that the fox did not want him to take. The tiger even angled himself to stab at the canid's prostrate in each smooth thrust. As the lynx tugged Joshua's head back and forth on his barbed flesh stick, fucking his muzzle like a breeding hole, the vulpine's body seesawed between the two large cats in depraved motion. This wasn't just rape.

This was how the pride marked what belonged to them.

"Lookie looike what we have here boys," the lion said, reaching under and grabbing a hold of Joshua's hard canid length, which hung heavy out of its black furred sheath, "looks like the little faggot is enjoying this." Despite his proclamations of not being inclined in that direction, the pride leader stroked the foxcock with an experienced paw. Oh yes. His pride was tight.

Real tight.

"Oh yeah you little bitch," the lion said, peering underneath the bucking fox, watching a large drop of pre fall from the canid's tapered tip to land on the hard concrete floor, "we know you love this." The lion ran his rough paw pads over the slick, swelling orb of the canid's knot. His other paw released Joshua's scruff and slid up behind his sheath, to cup his furry sacs, feeling them start to pulse and churn with thick, vulpine cream. "I want to see you squirt ... show us how much you want us to do this again."

The lion thought his words evoked shame, humiliation, and a secret desire to be dominated. This was far from the truth, as Joshua's mind barely registered the smug feline's demeaning words. Instead, his jade eye shot sideways to that strange, shifting shadow in the corner of the empty shop. A feline leg stepped out of that inky pool, the fur coloration and spot pattern reminded Joshua of a mix between Phillipe and his older brother. Another leg stepped out. And another. And another. But the last two 'legs' were not shaped like hind legs at all.

They were arms.

The pair of grotesque arms terminated from wrists into ankles; two hind feet grafted onto the misplaced extremities with macabre precision. Joshua's quivering jade eyes followed the quadrature up to its bottom set of shoulders / hips. Phillipe's muzzle snapped at the mutilation between the demon's four legs, blood still dripping from the severed sex. An ocelot's tail twitched just behind the spotted ass, smacking Phillipe in the nose every once in a while. Although repulsed, Joshua's gaze still marched upward, more out of dumb shock than morbid curiosity.

Past the conjoined stomach / chest, four arms shuffled about, although like the four legs below, two of the four arms bent at their knees, jerking about as their paws opened and closed methodically. Phillipe's brother glared at him atop this twisted parody of a standing sixty nine, as if their feline forms had melted into each other in the incestuous throes of mutual oral pleasure. The glare from Phillipe's brother's slitted pupils softened, and one of the eyes winked, before his flat muzzle dipped down to rim the flexing rosebud of Phillipe's spread furry ass cheeks. His younger brother mewled out and wrapped his prehensile tail around his older brother's upper neck.

Joshua shuddered, this grotesque and proscribed sight revolting him and arousing him at the same him. His knot swelled even more, and the lion groaned softly, savoring the feeling of slick, tapered canid cock in his feline grip. A flood of sensation rushed through Joshua now, remembrance of his short time with the younger ocelot.

The taste of tabooed pleasure, and the risk of pain that follows its forbidden discovery.

Ohhhh yesss Joshua ... Phillipe's brother said in a seductive hiss after drawing the tip of his rough feline tongue out of his brother's tight entrance. It's so wonderful ... what Phillipe and I used to do when Pa pa wasn't looking. I could have shown you. Us three. Together in some small closet. Our underage bodies jumbled up together. Licking. Tasting. Inserting. Exploring each other.

Joshua grunted at these words, the voyeuristic display before him sending him over the precipice of climax. As his foxcock twitched in the pride leader's paw, thick vulpine cream shot underneath him onto the grimy concrete floor. The lion groaned out, making sure to catch some of the fox spunk in his paw, so that he could jerk off the canid with his own cum. The pride leader was so absorbed into the lewd act he failed to see the massive scaring that weaved through the fox's pulsing, spurting member.

Joshua ... these three are brothers ... and they want to be together. Phillipe's older brother licked the eight year old's spotted, furry ball sack just under his chin for emphasis. I know you want to show them. Help them be closer ... won't you? Joshua blinked, and when his eyelids slid back up, his eyes had once again turned as black as pitch.

The steel door to the hallway closed by itself, and locked. A grinder tumbled off a workbench and clattered to the floor, before sliding over to the three felines. A corded drill jumped off its tool rack and scooted across the floor , coming to rest by the other tool. The power supply for one of the portable arc welders turned on. Joshua blinked again and jade irises narrowed in their whites.

None of the felines heard the tools clatter over the yowl and screech of their climaxes, too busy with filling the fox full of their musky feline spunk to notice. The tiger and the lynx pulled out of the spitted fox, and Joshua sank back down to his fore paws and knees. The pride leader gave Joshua's swollen knot a few more strokes, before leaning down to whisper into his black, perked ears.

"So tell me fox, are you ready to swallow my cock?"

Joshua gave his answer when his paws shot out to grab the drill by his paws, and shoved the hardened carbon bit deep into the pride leader's hind paw. The lion roared, and Joshua squeezed the trigger, the drill spinning to life, spraying blood and bits of bone all over in a cyclone of gore. Drops of blood splattered against the fox's face until the hardened drill tip bit into the concrete floor, jamming. The lynx and the tiger backed up in horror, their muzzles agape, unable to react to their pride leader's screams of agony, his hind paw pinned to concrete.

Bloody, dexterous paws flew to the grinder, wasting no time in bringing the spinning disk of death up into a broad upswing, his furry digit mashed down on the trigger. The whirling blur sliced up through the lynx's vulnerable belly, and for a moment, a dark gash appeared in the gray and dark fur. The lynx grunted, and looked down to the gaping gash, his paw tips trembling toward it to push the split closed. A split second later, the thin membrane of the intestinal sac gave, and greasy coils of the lynx's intestines spilled out onto the hard concrete floor. The fox growled low in his throat, the type of growl only feral, rabid lupines tend to give, and pounced the stunned feline, knocking him down on his back.

The tiger screamed in terror and dashed to the door, wet paws slipping on the locked knob, his stripped fur still dripping toilet water. His pride leader continued to screech, tugging at the drill pinning his hind paw to the floor. The lion threw the drill in reverse, but the threads of the carbon bit had wedged themselves far to deep into the concrete. The pride leader tugged on the tool, to no avail, and then in a moment of unusual brilliance, fumbled for the bit key.

Joshua meanwhile brought the flat portion of the grinding disk down upon the lynx's head, and the grinder growled, shook in his paws as the feline's scream cut off abruptly. The disemboweled body convulsed underneath him, the disk throwing off a splatter of wet crimson, and Joshua bore down with all his weight until the grinder whined in protest. The enraged fox tossed the overheating tool to the side, exposing the scoured white of the lynx's skull, and a small bit of gray matter. Joshua hopped off and made his way to the arc welder, the lynx's body continuing to twitch.

When Joshua walked by him, the lion yowled in fear, and his bloody paws lost grip on the bit key, losing the progress he had already made. The tiger clawed at the doorknob, screeching back at the corpse of his gang brother, his wide eyes loosing what little composure they still contained. The black fox grabbed the cart for the arc welder and pulled it closer to the exit door, his murderous eyes locked on the tiger. The stripped orange and black feline watched the insane vulpine approach with a welder in tow, and lost it. Had anyone aside from the janitor been in the building at that time, they would most certainly heard his muted screams, even through the metal shop's thick concrete walls.

The raccoon janitor however, was still busy waxing the upper floors, quite happy in whistling to Metallica's 'The Call of Ktulu', which blared through his headphones. Ironically, he thought the screams he heard were part of the song's symphonic melody. Quite a twisted artist that Cliff Burton was.

Joshua stalked the tiger, who slammed up against the steel door, attempting to break it down, with little success. The naked, homicidal fox snarled with a vicious grin as he closed the distance with deliberate steps, spittle flying from his bared fangs. The tiger gave another shrill scream until his voice broke. Just as the black vulpine got within a meter of the tiger, the cart tugged back. Both tiger and fox shot a glance at the power cord attached to the wall, the length of which had run out. They regarded each other for a brief moment.

Dilemma.

Joshua's gaze turned down to stare at the small pool of toilet water that the tiger stood in, small drops continuing to fall from the feline's stripped fur. The tiger froze in fear, errant in his belief that the fox's arc welder could not reach him. His wet paw continued to giggle the metal doorknob. Joshua spun around, took the ground lead, clipped to a hinge on the door, and using a glove to wrap around the handle of the welding gun, touched it to the door. He closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger.

A shower of sparks erupted from the door, the explosion of light bright enough to penetrate Joshua's eyelids, and the stench of burnt cat hair assaulted his keen nostrils. He let go of the trigger and opened his jade eyes just in time to watch the smoldering corpse of the tiger slump to the ground. He dropped the arc welder and went over to a workbench, pulling off a corded, portable jig saw.

The pride leader succeeded in unlocking the drill bit from the tool, and managed to yank his hind paw free, just in time to see Joshua approach with saw in paw. The once smug lion mewled and scrambled backwards on the floor, leaving a thin trail of blood behind him, until his back hit the wall behind him.

"Please! No! Don't kill me!" the cowering feline cried out. "I'll even take your dick into my throat ..." Joshua nodded once, before squeezing the trigger on the jig saw, and shoving the blade deep into the lion's neck. A burble of blood choked off the pride leader's scream, his neck gushing like a crimson fountain, soaking the fur of Joshua's scarred paws. The ebon and crimson vulpine snarled, forcing the vibrating blade through bone and sinew, until the lion's head tumbled off the ragged stump of his neck.

Joshua let the saw fall from his paw and dropped to his knees, picking up the severed feline head. The pride leader's eyes blinked, rolled around in their sockets, his spastic muzzle opening and closing. Hot, sticky blood from the decapitated head dribbled down onto Joshua's hard foxcock, the vulpine just now realizing how aroused all this spilled blood had made him. The lion's eyes widened as the sick fox speared the head through the bottom of the neck, his vulpine sex slipping up through the ragged windpipe.

Oh so hot, and oh so tight. Reverse oral sex never felt so good.

As Joshua used the severed head to stoke himself off, the lion's eyes dulled; the slitted pupils within them stilled. The black fox, matted in blood and gore, grunted with each shallow thrust of his slim hips. He bent down with his flexible canid spine and French kissed the lion's muzzle, his hungry lips forcing the lax maw apart. The canid yipped as this blasphemous act made his knot swell, locking the severed head in place on his canine cock. His long tongue found the tapered tip of his sex within the lion's muzzle, and he wrapped his muzzle lips around it. He sucked himself off, his head bobbing up and down gently, until he felt his furry sacs twitch.

The black fox's muzzle flooded with the salty taste of his own seed, and he drank greedily.

Once the euphoria of his climax ebbed, Joshua discarded the severed head like a used sex toy, and regarded the three corpses. He picked up the saw once again and went to work. Although the industrious fox replaced the blade three separate times, in the end he was satisfied by the jumble of pieces around him. Joshua went to Mr. Rhinehold's desk, drew out the key to the shop door, and unlocked it. He padded to the home economics classroom to pick up some needle and thread, before returning to the metal shop room, smirking at the bloody hind paw prints he left smudged into the freshly waxed hallway floor.

Joshua hoped the janitor wouldn't mind the mess he just made.

Although he wasn't very good at sowing, the fox had plenty of time, and when his latest puzzle was finished, stepped back and admired its magnificence. Joshua was certain the three gang members enjoyed it too, as they were now closer to each other than was physically possible before. The fox turned from the erotic Escher puzzle sculpture before him and picked up Raymond's varsity jersey, throwing it on his gore splattered shoulders, leaving bloody paw prints on the material.

He strolled otherwise naked to the gym showers, where he preceded to stroke himself under the hot shower spray, bright red blood swirling down the drain. His rough paw pads worked over his stiffening member, sliding out from its black sheath, and he sniffed at the varsity jersey he still wore. He closed his jade eyes and placed a paw up against the mildew encrusted wall to steady himself, his sharp barks of pleasure mounting as he neared his third orgasm of the day. His deft paw clamped around the wet, slick flesh of his swelling knot, and he threw his head back into the shower spray, his bark of climax tearing itself from his black muzzle lips.

As his thick vulpine spunk shot against the wall, he thought of Ray ...

~ Fin Part II ~

So tell me Sprocket, was it everything you desired, hoped it would be? Does this taste of my disturbed palate keep you awake at night? Yearning? Retching? Perhaps a little of both? Ohhhh yes Sprocket, I have so many more horrid delights to unleash upon you, tempt you with. I so hope you join me. Hell is lonely without you.