The Farmer's son (2 of 2)
Story by DoctorKlein on SoFurry
This artwork was a commission drawn by ray-peppercorn on Furaffinity.
The story was written by me.
This story contains gore and sexual content.
Then for just a second, she heard a nearly silent whoosh, and she clenched her eyes shut. A horrible burning pain erupted in her neck as she felt the terrible blade pass through her, making a solid THUNK on the wood. In that split second, she lost all feeling below her neck that she knew to be severed, and she rolled off the stump.
Striking the soft grass face-first, Gabby felt herself roll to the side and come to rest on her cheek. In that same moment, a soft whump announced that her body had fallen over next to her. She’s seen it happen many times, to many poor creatures. But now her vision was already fading, and she found her thoughts jumbled and unable to form right. Blackness grew around her, and she felt very, very cold. Then, her eyes still twitching in a desperate attempt to stay alive, death took her from that warm evening light.
John had struck the whiny bitch right where he wanted, and lopped her head off with his first swing. He’d come down with such force that the axe was buried further into that stump than it ever had been. But he couldn’t help it. That bitch was fucking around with his son, and he couldn’t abide by that. Beasts who behaved that way got the axe, and she should be lucky it was over so fast.
He watched her head roll off the stump and come to rest on the grass while her body slumped over nearby. She was squirting every drop of blood she had into the grass, and she spasmed and squirmed as the life force drained from her body via her terrified heart that still pounded in her little ribcage. He’d seen animals like her before, who don’t accept that they’re dead so easily. She’d calm down in a moment, and then she’d be going back in that barn.
Normally when a dog was put down, it was just buried. But this one had offended him so, and as a result he was going to string her up, gut her, and process her to be eaten. Then he’d stick her head on the table, eyes drooped and looking in different places, as a reminder to Andrew. This was the fate of those who crossed that sacred line with humans, and he’d do well not to let any other horny sluts get the better of him.
At least, he thought while poking her twitching corpse with the toe of his boot. The mutt had been loyal enough to just lay there and take her punishment. So, even in death, she had redeemed herself just a little in his eyes.