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Note that I combined this story with "A Job Well Done," so it has the same beginning as that story (the striptease, the hit, etc.) but after that it's entirely new.

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As the dark-colored Mercedes eased itself up to the curb of the hotel, the back door opened and Minerva Stryker got out slowly of her own accord. The chauffeur remained behind the wheel, although he shut the motor off.

The giant clydesdale was dressed in her evening finest, a short, sexy black dress that showed off her muscular legs and quite a bit of her bountiful bosum. The two large bumps in the middle of each silk-covered globe told all who looked that the horse wore no bra. Brushing her hair out of her face and adjusting the expensive leather purse on her shoulder she went inside the hotel.

At the front desk, she questioned the clerk about the room number of a certain Mr. Co Dan. The clerk, thoroughly intimidated by the gigantic equine, quickly informed Minerva that Mr. Co Dan was expecting her. With a wink at the quivering clerk, Minerva went on her way and rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor. Upon getting off, she was confronted by a beefy panda bear in a tuxedo standing outside the door of the penthouse. Although he was big, the Chinaman was nowhere near the size of the German clydesdale. Nonetheless he showed no fear as she approached.

"Miss Shedlock to see Mr. Co Dan," Minerva said, approaching the panda.

"Inside," the panda replied with a jerk of his head towards the door. "He's waiting for you."

Nodding, Minerva brushed past him and went inside. The lush, maroon-carpeted and brick-walled penthouse was currently occupied by a second burly panda in a tux, and by a middle-aged but still handsome fennec fox who Minerva took to be Co Dan. The panda turned and eyed the horse suspiciously as she approached, but the fennec seemed unconcerned.

"Ah, Miss Shedlock, I presume?" the fennec said, rising from his chair. He spoke with a heavy Chinese accent but nonetheless possessed perfect articulation in his English. No "ching chong" accent for this fellow. "I am Co Dan. You are much bigger than Mr. Fletcher implied over the phone. Much, much bigger. But do not worry. I happen to enjoy large women."

He flashed a toothy grin. Minerva put on her very best winning smile and tilted her body at an angle which implied a "professional" woman. It was all part of her plan. Co Dan was a powerful businessman from China looking to set up a construction company in town. He had met several times with both Alex and his father in an attempt to persuade them to come to a peaceful settlement, and every meeting had ended the same.

This was something "Big Ben" Fletcher would not allow, and he ordered his son to handle the situation. In turn, Alex had decided that rather than sending his own gang to do the job, he would ask a favor of Minerva. Co Dan, it was said, enjoyed large women of non-Chinese ancestry. To him such a woman was exotic. And such a woman could easily get into the hotel where Co Dan was staying in order to eliminate the Chinaman.

Thus, Alex had phoned Co Dan and explained that they would in fact be settling as the fennec desired. As a special bonus, Alex intended to send a girl, a Miss Pauline Shedlock, around to the hotel to entertain his new business partner, a gift which Co Dan had eagerly accepted, thus sealing his fate.

Co Dan gestured to the panda, who left to go and join his companion out in the hallway. After the door shut, Co Dan poured himself and Minerva some champagne and invited her to come closer, as he eased himself into his chair once again.

"Now, my dear," he said gently, "I often enjoy a little entertainment before playtime. Why don't you strip for me? Dance, and please me."

It was a command rather than a suggestion. Without saying anything Minerva shrugged off her purse and set it on the low table placed before the seated fennec, and then immediately began moving her body. She watched Co Dan carefully through slitted eyes, and could tell that the fennec was in awe of her movements. Indeed, the giant horse was graceful and sensual despite her muscular bulk. A smile formed on Minerva's lips as she observed the bulge growing in Co Dan's dress pants.

The Chinaman sipped his champagne from a quaking hand as his other hand wandered down to his crotch. Minerva began undressing. Her dress, while expensive and stylish, was designed to come off easily by way of a zipper in the rear. Turning as she danced, she allowed her thick but nimble fingers to grip the zipper and slowly tug it down, unveiling her bare back. She then shrugged off the thin shoulder straps and turned, revealing her large breasts. She had to stifle a laugh as Co Dan nearly spilled his drink.

She wiggled and shimmied the dress down and off, then kicked it away with one hoofed foot squeezed into a large-size high heel. She'd worn nothing else but her diamond necklace and a pair of thing panties. Co Dan nodded his approval, and then Minerva, still dancing, sauntered over and climbed into the fennec's lap. This time, he did spill his drink, the glass falling from his hand and falling to the floor. She slid her hands along Co-Dan's jacketed chest as he stared at her full and delicious breasts, her wide hips thrusting her groin against the Chinaman's midsection.

Like the dress, her panties were specially designed to keep her cock tucked back and away so that no one would suspect what she really was. At least, provided she stayed unaroused. Then nothing could contain the monster between her legs. Such was he case as she gave Co Dan his lapdance. The bulge grew against him and, startled, Co Dan glanced down, eyes wide with shock as realization dawned upon him.

Minerva's hands were around his throat before he had a chance to cry out. Continuing her lapdance she squeeze, feeling the fennec's thin neck give way in the grip of her powerful hands as she tightened her fingers. He tried to cry for help but only uttered a few light squeaks that his bodyguards wouldn't hear through the door. Minerva smiled down at her victim, watching his eyes bulge. She let go with her right hand but kept a tight hold on Co Dan's throat with the other.

With her free hand she grabbed the back of the fennec's head. Her left hand then took hold of Co Dan's narrow chin. The fennec continued trying to scream, and Minerva simply shushed him softly. Gripping so tightly that it felt as if she might crush Co Dan's skull, Minerva jerked the Chinaman's head left sharply.

A loud, sickening crack filled the stillness of the room. The fennec uttered a liquid "Glurk!" noise. Minerva laughed at this, and then twisted his head back around to the right, with another but less audible snap. Co Dan's body jerked once beneath her, then fell still. She let go of his head and it fell to one side with an almost comical limpness. Drool dribbled from his slack lips and a trickle of blood flowed from his nose.

With a sigh, the horse got out of the chair and, still in just her panties, walked to the table and opened her purse. From within, she retrieved a small automatic pistol and a silencer. The latter was screwed slowly onto the barrel of the former, and then Minerva turned, took aim, and fired once.

A soft "pew" sound issued forth and the bullet struck Co Dan square in the forehead. Then she walked up and force-fed the silenced weapon into the dead fennec's mouth, and squeezed the trigger a second time. The back of Co Dan's skull softly blew apart, as did the back of the chair, ripping a large, bloody hole through the upholstery. Brains, blood and cushion stuffing flew out the back and covered the carpet behind the chair.

Minerva then lifted her high-heeled foot and planted it firmly against the thin chest of the corpse. She grunted and shoved, toppling the chair over backwards and sending Co Dan's lifeless body sprawling on the floor. Nodding in satisfaction, she turned and went to the door of the room, and peered through the peephole. Both panda bear bodyguards were there. Smirking, she hid the gun behind her back and opened the door a crack. The bodyguards turned, suspecting nothing because her huge form hid the carnage in the room behind her.

"He wants to see you, just you," she said, pointing at the smaller of the pair.

Nodding, the panda pushed past her and entered the room. He didn't bother looking down, or else he would've certainly noticed the horse's obvious cockbulge filling out her thong. Minerva quietly shut the door, then, as the panda stopped cold upon seeing his master lying dead a few feet away, Minerva planted the silenced gun against the back of his head and fired. His brains blew out through his forehead and he fell forwards with a dull thud.

Unscrewing the silencer from the weapon Minerva walked past the corpse and to the table. She set the gun and silencer down, then went and picked up her dress sliding it smoothly back on. Zipping up, she then turned and collected the gun and silencer once more. These she slid into her purse, and then removed a length of thin black cord. Slipping the purse over her shoulder again she went back over the door.

She opened it, found the remaining panda's back was to her. He started to turn. She didn't give him the chance. The cord was around his thick neck in seconds. Tightening it she dragged him effortlessly inside the room as if he were a child. She swung him around so he could see both his comrade and master lying on the floor, then kicked the door shut with one foot. He fought furiously but Minerva overpowered him.

Half-choking, he burbled out something that sounded like a plea, but Minerva simply pulled harder, tightening the garrote. The muscular Chinaman's body danced wildly. Mmming in delight as she snuffed out her third victim of the evening, Minerva moaned and ground her cockbulge against the panda's ass as he struggled, making loud choking noises. She held off, though. She couldn't afford to be seen leaving the hotel with large cum stains on her dress. So she merely brought herself to the brink, slowing her thrusting each time she felt ready to explode.

The panda for his part didn't take much longer to die. After only a moment his strength had given out, and Minerva pulled the garrote so tightly she felt his vertabrae softly snap in several places inside his neck. Keeping the cord held tight she bent down, lowering the dying Chinaman to the floor, his head at the feet of the other panda. Crouching over his form she held the cord so tight that her veins stood out in her knuckles, until he stopped wiggling finally. Then she released her hold with a soft, contented gasped.

Slipping the cord back into her purse, she smoothed her hair back into place, gave her package a firm squeeze as a small reward for a job well done, then departed, quietly shutting the door on her way out. Upon returning to the via the elevator, she winked playfully at that nervous clerk, who smiled and waved at her as she went out the front door. The chauffeur, still waiting in the Mercedes, noticed her approach and started the car up.

Sliding into the backseat and setting her purse aside, Minerva closed the door and then sighed and leaned back with her legs spread and pulled up her dress, fishing her dick out of the thong as the Mercedes pulled away from the curb and drove away from the hotel and the scene of her crime. As she wrapped her fingers around her cock she fished something more conventional out of her purse for a change, a cellphone. She dialed Alex's private number.

"Hello?" It was the voice of the rabbit she adored.

"It's done," she said, and loosed a gasp so that Alex would know what she was doing. Up front, the chauffeur briefly glanced back, blinking, before returning his mind to his driving with a disbelieving shake of his head. "Co Dan won't be a problem to you and Daddy any longer."

"That's good news," Alex said. "Wonderful in fact." He uttered a deep and throaty growl on his end. "Now how 'bout you waste a few of those minutes of yours and let me listen to you orgasm?"

Minerva chuckled. She pumped her fist upon and down her impressive cock, slicked with precum, moaning Alex's name into the phone sweetly, feeling her climax building. Her balls itched and ached. Her cock bucked. It was time.

"Fuck, Alex, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me, my darling!" Alex gasped through the phone.

Cum she did, The buck horsecock loosed a thick spray of semen which arced into the air and splattered onto Minerva's stomach and breasts. Even as she came, she moaned long and loud into the phone, and then hung up, impishly denying her Alex the opportunity of hearing the remainder of her pleasure. She giggled at her own mischief and tossed the phone into the seat beside her.

Alex would forgive her. Maybe even thank her. He loved it when she teased him by denying him his little requests. Even now, she knew, he was whipping it out and enjoying himself where-ever he was. With a happy sigh she settled back in the seat and closed her eyes for the car ride home, her still-hard cock bobbing and dripping with each bump in the road the Mercedes went over.

As the car stopped at a red light, Minerva redialed Alex's number. When he picked up, she said in her sweet singsong voice, "Hello again, sweetie."

"You whore!" Alex growled, but there was no malice in his voice. In fact, he was laughing. "You're such a fucking tease, you insufferable bitch!"

"I know, and you love it," Minerva cooed. The light turned green and the Mercedes was moving again, only to shot at another red light a mere block down. "Damn it, we're hitting every red light in the fucking city. I think it'll be late by the time we get back."

There was a moment of awkward silence. "About that," Alex said. "My father is coming over and I'd honestly rather not have you two in the same room."

Minerva scowled at the mention of Ben Fletcher. Although Co Dan had mostly been Alex's father's business rival, Minerva was adamant about the fact she killed him for Alex, not for his father. She didn't like Ben, and never hid it. The feeling was mutual.

"I'm going to tell my dad that Biff and the guys did the Co Dan job, if that's all right with you," Alex went on. Minerva could almost feel him wince. It was clear he didn't want Ben to know of her involvement in the murder.

Fine with her. As long as she got her money. And got to fuck Alex's brains out at a later date. "All right," she said finally. "But what do you expect me to do until he leaves? Go sightseeing?"

"I don't care what you do, darling, as long as you don't do it here," came Alex's reply. Then suddenly he was talking very urgently. "Shit, he's coming up the elevator. Listen, I gotta go, but you can use the car tonight for whatever you want, short of wrecking it. Goodbye, Minerva, I adore you."

He hung before she had a chance to reply. Minerva scowled angrily. She was beginning to tire of Ben Fletcher constantly getting between her and Alex. If it came to it, she knew she'd have no qualms about bumping the bastard off, with or without Alex's permission.

Her mood brightened, though, at the prospect of cruising around in Alex's swank Mercedes. Immediately her mind began brimming with all sorts of naughty ideas. As they hit a third red light, her mind flew to the red light district, and its many prostitutes. A smirk formed on the horse's lips. Why should Alex be the only one to kill hookers for recreation? The idea of luring some poor streetwalker to his or her untimely demise was getting the clydesdale hard again.

But first, she had to look a little more presentable. She yelled up front to the chauffeur. "Hey, Jeeves, my place, and step on it," she said. "You and I have got the whole city to ourselves tonight."

~*~

Half an hour later, Minerva had changed clothes and freshened up a bit. After checking herself in the mirror a final time to ensure that she looked perfect, she left the apartment and went to the Mercedes idling out front, a small camcorder in her hand. She smiled happily as she walked out of the building and clopped down the front steps to where the wormy-looking rabbit Alex employed as a chauffeur stood holding the backdoor open for her.

She ruffled his hair as she passed him and got into the backseat. The chauffeur grumbled a bit at this but said nothing, shutting the door and trotting around to the driver's side.

Getting behind the wheel, he said to Minerva over his shoulder, "Where to, ma'am?"

"Red light district, hon," Minerva replied, setting the camera down on the floor.

The chauffeur nodded. He certainly knew that particular part of town well enough. Alex freqently took sojourns to the red right district when his secretaries ceased to amuse him. The Mercedes peeled off and was soon driving into the seedier part of town not far from Minerva's apartment.

Various furs in skimpy and provocative clothing lined the sidewalks there. Prostitutes, both male and female, as well as their pimps and drug dealers. Most of whom actually steered clear of the Mercedes as it slid to a halt at the curb. Minerva took note of this. It was plain that Alex's hobby of picking up prostitutes to amuse himself with had left the denizens of this block rather wary of a certain midnight-blue Mercedes.

Nevertheless, a handful did curiously approach the vehicle. It was then that Minerva suddenly got an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. She leaned forward and addressed the chauffeur.

"Hey, kid," she said. "Pick one."

The chauffeur, startled, turned in his seat and stared at her. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"You heard me. Pick one you want," Minerva said, smiling and casually lacing her fingers together, crossing her legs and resting her hands atop her knees. "Pick out one you want to fuck."

He was literally shaking as he turned back around, envisioning Alex giving him quite a dressing-down for inappropriate behavior. In all the time he'd driven Alex's Mercedes, his employer had never, ever invited him to participate in his "fun," nor had the young chauffeur ever asked.

Nevertheless, despite himself, he was already eyeing the various prostitutes in the vicinity, most of whom were still hanging back far from the vehicle. He eyed a feminine-looking male mouse in a green dress. A crossdresser. His interest was piqued.

In the meantime, Minerva was checking out a male streetwalker of her own, a slim and sexy-looking ferret in hotpants and a mesh shirt loitering across the street. She rolled down the back window and becokoned him over with a finger.

Taking immediate note, the ferret hurried over, almost being hit by a car on the way. The driver angrily honked her horn at him and the pissed-off ferret thumped the hood with his fist before continuing on towards the parked Mercedes.

"Hi, babe," he said, leaning against the car. "Looking for a good time?"

"Get in," Minerva said simply, opening the door for him.

The ferret frowned a little at her lack of friendliness, but got in anyway, shutting the door after himself.

Meanwhile the mouse was standing with another prostitute, a poodle, who was looking with dread at the Mercedes. They watched as the chauffeur opened the car door and got out, pointing a gloved finger at the mouse.

"You," he said. "Come over here."

The mouse pointed to himself, and when the chauffeur nodded, he smiled and took a step towards the Mercedes, only for his friend to grab his arm. Annoyed, the mouse turned and glared at his companion, who was shaking his head with wide, fearful eyes. They exchanged words which the chauffeur couldn't hear, and then the rodent pulled his arm free of the poodle's grasp and walked over a bit hesitantly, smiling and nervously wringing his hands on his tail.

"What's your name?" the chauffeur asked.

"Martini, sir," replied the mouse.

"Hey, uh, listen, why don't you come over and get in the car?" the chauffeur asked.

Martini blushed softly at this. "Are you sure you want me, sir?" he asked timidly.

"Positive," the chauffeur replied. "Now come on and get in. We're kind of on a time limit here."

Martini squeaked softly at that and nodding hurriedly got into the car, sitting on the side of Minerva opposite the ferret, whose name Minerva had not yet bothered to ask.

The chauffeur got back behind the wheel. "To a motel, I assume?" he inquired of Minerva.

Both Martini and the ferret where already all over Minerva. There was a hesitant but lusty makeout session beginning in the backseat. Minerva wrapped her strong arms tenderly around both of the men, holding them close. She teased the ferret softly.

"I don't feel like a motel," she said. "Just find an alley and pull in there."

He nodded and pulled away from the curb. The poodle watched them go, and felt his heart sink. He kicked himself for already forgetting the license plate number, and knew that this was the last time he was ever going to see his dear, sweet little friend.

~*~

Things settled back into routine for Alex's chauffeur. It was common for Alex to have him drive them somewhere secluded and park the car. Then, Alex would have his way with whichever prositute it was he'd picked up. These were the first male ones the chauffeur had picked up. After all, Alex's taste in victims ran to females.

Regardless the chauffeur was certain that despite their gender, Martini and the other fellow were doomed to share the same fate as their many female predecessors. After all, Minerva was a killer, just like Alex.

Minerva conversed with the two prostitutes throughout the drive. The ferret's name still never came up, however some insight was shed into the situation the chauffeur had witnessed between Martini and the poodle.

"So what was the deal with you and that poodle?" Minerva asked.

"Oh, that was Bourbon," Martini replied. He giggled. "As you can tell he and I are usually kind of a double-act, but he didn't wanna come this time. In fact, that jerk even tried to stop me from going by myself!"

"Whatever for?" asked the ferret.

"That silly idiot said not to go near 'the blue Mercedes,'" Martini explained. "Said anyone who got into it never came back."

At this, the ferret looked a little nervous, but some further innocent giggling from Martini seemed to quell his fears.

"But now I can see it's a bunch of bullshit. You seem like a really girl." He traced a fingertip along Minerva's breast.

Minerva had simply chuckled knowingly and French-kissed the delicious little mouse whilst sliding her hand down the hotpants the ferret was wearing. Watching in the rearview mirror, the chauffeur felt his pants starting to tighten.

Then suddenly Minerva pulled her hand out and wagged her finger at the two eager young men. "We can't start the party just yet, boys," she said with a sweet smile.

The Mercedes drove to a remote alleyway a few blocks down, one Alex had used before on numerous occasions. The chauffeur pulled in and slowly stopped, cutting the engine. The Mercedes fell silent. The alley was your typical inner city dump; overflowing dumpsters and trashcans, puddles, garbage littering every corner. All it lacked was a flickering streetlight.

Indeed, this alley's light source was pristine and bright, illuminating every single inch of its foul interior and providing quite a bit of light inside the car.

Minerva kissed the ferret softly, carefully meaning over and setting up the camcorder in a spot where she wouldn't have to hold it and it would capture everything. Her hand slid along the little mouse's thigh, making him squeak softly and push down on his dress.

"Hey, you," she snapped at the chauffeur. "Get back here and enjoy your little hooker."

The chauffeur hesitated and then turned around, watching as Minerva made out with the ferret, then looked at Martini. The mouse was quite attractive in that dress of his, now that he thought about it. The rabbit thought it over a moment then decided the hell with it and climbed into the backseat, getting between the clydesdale and the mouse.

Minerva smirked a little bit and shifted, pulling the ferret into lap and biting harshly at his neck, dryhumping his ass through his leather hotpants. The ferret could feel the bulge or her maleness, and quickly realized "she" wasn't really a she, but he didn't mind. He'd gotten it on with dickgirls before.

Martini took in a soft breath, slowly reaching out and sliding slim cocoa-colored fingers over the chauffeur's black tie and pushing it aside, playing with the buttons on his white dress shirt, making the rabbit pop a raging boner in his pants. Martini squeaked softly at the sight of the bulge, hesitating a few long moments before carefully crawling up into the chauffeur's lap, the curve of his sweet, plump ass seeming to fit perfectly against the chauffeur's cockbulge, which was just begging to be let out.

The rabbit, for his part, was quite nervous. While no virgin, this was his first time with a prostitute. He groaned as he felt the mouse's juicy rear end pressing against his bulge, rather clumsily let his hands roam over the mouse's body with thin-fingered hands, feeling the thin but firm form beneath the green dress Martini was wearing. He slid his hands down to Martini's thights, where the dress stopped, and slowly slid those bony fingers under the dress bottom and began pulling it up, exposing bare thigh and ass bit by bit.

Martinin uttered a little gasp at this, hiding his face against the rabbit's shoulder as the thin, red lace thong he wore was exposed, the front bulging with his own excitement, a sight which almost made the chauffeur cum in his pants. He couldn't believe that this was just so damn amazing. He wanted this so badly, gripping a bit at the other male's shoulders.

Next to them, the ferret had wiggled out of his hotpants and his own skimpy thong. Minerva hiked her dressed up and fished out her monstrously huge horsecock and showed it to the prostitute with a smirk. The ferret gawped at it. Without any more ado, she spread his asscheeks apart and before he knew what was happening her enormous maleness was being roughly stuffed up his rear. He gasoed aloud and grabbed her shoulders as he began to painfully ride her, hoping to God that she paid well, 'cause his ass was going to definitely be sore in the morning.

The chauffeur lifted Martini's dress up further, hiking it up over those delicious hips of his, and groped over Martini's asscheeks, squeezing them yearningly. Martini gasped softly and arched his back a little bit and tilting his head back as his rolled his hips against the chauffeur's, oblivious to the amorous actions of Minerva and the ferret in the next seat, even though their motions were gently rocking the Mercedes back and forth, making them wobble slightly.

Directing Martini to rise up a bit, the chauffeur undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipper his pants, spilling his throbbing lepine erection forth. Its head touched the underside of Martini's panty cockbulge, then, as it dipped forward due to gravity, it slid slowly along between the mouse's pert asscheeks, leaving a thin trail of precum, before slapping against the car seat. There, it bobbed eagerly and ooze more pre.

The mouse mewled softly as felt the cock, chewing at his lower lip a little bit as he slowly slid his fingers along the chauffeur's slim frame before carefully pushing his shirt up and kissing softly at his light-colored fur. The rabbit allowed the mouse to undress him. His overall frame was as expected, thin and bony. Martini pulled the rabbit closer to himself, wrapping his legs around him.

Martini was whispering seductive sweet-nothings, but the chauffeur seemed to be oblivious to anything that was happening, just lost on how utterly gorgeous this young black mouse was, his dick aching to fill that ass. He nuzzled against Martini as he slid off his jacket, kissing the mouse softly, his light-furred lips meeting Martini's dark ones, as jungle fever began to fill the car interior.

Martin moaned softly against the rabbit's lips, slowly reaching with his tail to pull his panties away from that slim body. Blue eyes darted up to the chauffeur's face as he pulled back, panting for breath as he licked at the rabbit's nose.

"I want to make you feel good, please," he whispered.

"You already are," grunted the rabbit, "but if you insist on taking things a little further, be my guest."

He smiled and a finger slipped into the thong slowly pulling it out of his asscrack. Martini gasped and carefully lifted his hips a little bit to help the removal of the panties go faster, exposing his slim, modest erection, alreadu dripping and begging to be touched. Taking Martini by the hips, the chauffeur spread those luscious asscheeks apart, his drooling cockhead pressing against that no-doubt well-used pucker, into which the rabbit slowly began inserting himself, moang deeply as his maleness slid up into the small black rodent.

This drew a little moan from the mouse as he leaned back, arching his thin frame as his hands gripped at the chauffeur, slowly pushing himself down harder onto the cock that was inserting itself into his warm body, until the erection slid in fully, the chauffeur's pubes tickling the mouse's ass.

Taking Martini by his slender chocolate hips the chauffeur began to guide him in moving up and down on his thick cock, gasping and groaning, their hips rolling together as they made love there on the seat, both of them completely unaware of what, if anything, Minerva and the ferret were doing.

Minerva was already taking care of her own little snack. As she fucked the nameless ferret, she stuffed his thong into his mouth to keep him silent as her large hands clamed around his throat and squeezed harder and harder. He grasped at Minerva's arms, trying to pry her hands loose, but her grip was too strong. She then proceeded to slowly kill him even as she fucked that hot, tight ass of his with her thickness.

The ferret's eyes bulged and he tried to call out to alert Martini, but choked and only made soft gagging sounds which the other two lovers mistook for noises of pleasure. Although all they needed to do was glance over and they would witness Minerva murdering the other prostittue.

However they were so focused on one another that they paid their other two companions no mind and indeed the chauffeur had entirely forgotten what had been a foregone conclusion about the pair's eventual fate. The seat creaked softly as the thin rabbit and the slender mouse made love, the rabbit's thickness filling Martini so wonderfully, copiously-oozing pre lubing his cock up as it slid in and out of the well-used mousehole.

Minerva simply smirked down at the ferret, licking over her lower lip as she watched his face slowly drain of color and his eyes begin to glaze. In his wild terror the ferret unintentionally assisted Minerva in her work, for even as the clydesdale's hands crushed his delicate throat, he accidentally swallowed his own underwear one huge gulp. Even if she hadn't already crushed his windpipe, if she'd released him he would've choked on the thong filling his throat. The slender ferret did a surprisingly erotic death-dance then, spasming slowly and fluidly on Minerva's cock as the life ebbed from him.

With a deep groan the horse hit her climax. Closing her eyes and loosing a loud, gutteral cry of pure pleasure, Minerva experienced a powerful orgasm that wracked her muscular body. Her entire form locked up, stiff and twitching, as her sensitive member shot hot, thick ropes of her virile seed deep into the dying prostitute's ass. The ferret jerked, eyes rolling back in his head, as he slumped forwards against Minerva, head nestled between her breasts. After one final spasm, he lay still. He was dead.

Meanwhile, the chauffeur continued frantically banging Martini, slamming his aching member home in the black mouse, panting softly as his lover whispered dirty things into one of his long ears. He grunted, grtting his teeth. He was close. That hot chocolate body rocked against the chauffeur once more, harder and faster now as Martini pulled the two of them over sideways in the seat, his pretty crimoped hair mashing against Minerva's bare thigh and haloing around his head as he begged with his eyes for the rabbit to fill him.

"Oh yesss," the chauffeur groaned out.

He finally arched his back. Squeezing his eyes shut and crying out, he came, pumping a rather pitiful amount of cum up the mouse's sweet ass, thrusting his narrow hips as he gasped aloud in pleasure. He may not have been pumping forth as much cum as Minerva, but he sure felt like he was, and Martini certainly wasn't complaining. He gasped at the feeling of the rabbit's cum squirting into him, unable to hold himself back any longer at the feeling of hot sticky fluid rushing up into his body, shooting his own thick spunk out in two or three ropes, even hitting himself the face with one. His back arched clear off the sea and he sighed, relaxing there against Minerva's thigh.

Minerva just smirked a little bit as she watched the pair, her own cum now seeping out of the dead and slumped body of the ferret. She pushed the corpse aside and onto the floor to get their attention.

The chauffeur was still riding on his sexual high when he glanced over at the sound of the ferret hitting the floor. He was only mildly shocked, now that he remembered what Minevera had had in store for these two the entire time. Martini blinked a little bit at this, looking confused for a few moments and then suddenly scared, gasping in surprise, shrieking and hiding himself in against the chauffeur, mistakenly believing him to be an ally.

Minerva crawled over, setting her head against the chauffeur's shoulder and licking his neck. "Grab his throat," she hissed. "Kill him."

The chauffeur blinked in confusion, having expected Minerva would take care of this, as she had the ferret. "What?"

Minerva smiled tenderly and slid her fingers up and down the rabbit's spine, licking her lips. "I want you to wrap your hands around his neck and wring the life out of the little slut," she explained. "Isn't that easy to understand?"

There were a few second's worth of hesitation. The young rabbit had never killed anyone before. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into Martin's pleading, terrified ones, but ultimately the chauffeur's habit of doing as he was told won out. His hands flew up, roughly wrapping his thin fingers around that beautiful, slender black-furred neck, and squeezed. Martini gasped and whimpered, reaching up and touching the hands around his throat, trying to beg for his life, tears slithering down his face.

The chauffeur's tears streamed down his face as he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip, no longer merely squeezing but flat-out brutally strangling the mouse, his remorse giving way to anger. He hated Martini. Hated him for stupidly putting himself in a situation where he would killed. He roughly shook that slender body as he choked the life out of his erstwhile lover.

Martini's body spasmed, the poor mouse making a few soft gulping sounds as he clamped his eyes shut, his pretty mouth twisting into a small frown, behind which his teeth were clamped tightly shut. His body shook and quivered hard as his facial muscles went slack and it didn't look like he was hurting anymore, like he was sleeping with a slight blue tingue beneath the black fur around his cheeks, nose and lips. Dead. Slowly, the chauffeur, shaking, released the body and it slumped into a half-sitting position in the seat.

Minerva smiled a bit as she looked down at the body there on the seat, carefully reaching out her hand. She unhooked one of the heart-shaped earrings from Martini's right ear, rolling the pretty red thing around between her fingers for a few long moments before suddenly carefully taking the rabbit's ear in her hand, stabbing it into the tip of his left ear.

"Something to remember your first kill with," she whispered before releasing his ear. "Now, be a good boy and get back in the front seat where you belong."

She slapped his ass playfully with a smile. The chauffeur sat stunned for a moment, shivering, and then began to get dressed. Once he was somewhat presentable, he adjusted his tie and then climbed back into the front seat and flumped down behind the steering wheel.

Minerva herself chose not to redress. What she did do, however, was to open the righthand passenger side door, then lean over and open the left. The bodies of both mouse and ferret were then shoved out and landed on the hard concrete of the alley. Then she pulled both doors shut and motioned for the chauffeur to depart.

The Mercedes' engine roared to life and the sedan backed out of the alley, turned and sped away, leaving the two used and strangled prostitutes' bodies lying amidst the rain puddles and trash where some passersby would find them tomorrow morning. Just some more dead street trash.

The End