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I thought I wanted a sub. I should have checked his Mur account first, but you don't always make the best decisions when you're prowling with a hard cock against your thighs. The night was warm when I got his message. It's unusual for prey to come to me, but I opened it, assuming it wouldn't go anywhere. Hook-up apps aren't as active as one would imagine. Like a role-playing game, they're mostly stats based, and if you fit the mold, you'll get a hit. If not, silence.

SluttySkunkBoi sent me a tap, then the message. "Hey Daddy, lookin' 2 suk. U host?" He didn't have a profile picture. I always hated that. Hated this blank, greyed out circle sending me a message, hiding behind a thinly veiled cyber wall, only to have it shattered upon meet up. I had decided to ignore it when he sent his picture. His name wasn't wrong. Silver covered his skin tight body. His fur showed underneath whatever lights he used for his image. Like a silver pipe, he posed on his knees, a cock resting on his face. His hands were bound and he wore these tight purple briefs with white trim. Underneath the balls of the unknown guy resting on him, I could see his red eyes. All embers, low burning enough, yet strong to pierce through my screen. I was hooked in that moment. My cock hard; my gut said I needed this. I wanted to grab him by his thick tail and use him every which way I could. So I went for it.

"I'm down. You got any limits?" I asked him. Waiting for a reply, I started to picture my own cock ramming into his mouth. He could my little urinal tonight.

"As long as you don't kill me, I can do just about anything x3"

"No promises!!" I replied back, then sent him the address. While I waited for him to arrive, I went to my bathroom and started to brush through my fur. I was due for a trim, but I sometimes enjoyed the look of a furrier wolf. Or some would put it, floofier. I combed down to my belly, a slight pudge, but nothing I thought of getting rid of. Strands of gold fur flew from my body like smoke from a frying pan. It consumed my bathroom as I straightened out my tangles. I threw on my purple and black body harness. Though aesthetically it was pleasing, I hated how hard it was to push my balls through the cock ring. But some pain is necessary for a good time.

After preparing myself, I wandered back into the bedroom and started to lay out the set of toys for the evening. There were the usual dildos and gags that any good dome would have, then the restraints, and then the knives. The boy had no clue what he was going to walk into.

It hadn't been long, or at least time passed quickly as I prepped for his visit. As soon as I had finished forcing my body into the harness, he knocked at the door. It was odd how coincidental it was, but I shuffled quickly to open it. The knocks were spaced out, as if a church bell ringing against my home, but no notes singing from it's girthy shape. The door flushed open and he was there, the silver fem, dolled up, yet leaving nothing to the imagination. His tight shorts exposed his bulge, his shirt covered barely anything of his chest, and that tail. Fuck! That tail hovered close behind him, almost thicker than his ass.

What stars aligned to bring him to my doorstep? Whatever the universe is doing right now, I can't complain. A hot piece of ass just walked up to my door and said "anything daddy likes," and I'm gonna enjoy every moment of this. His eyes looked me over as he passed through my door, a hand trailed along my chest. It had been awhile since anyone had played with my fur as he did. It moved slowly along my belly, then grabbed my bulge. "Not bad," he said as if verifying assumptions made before arrival. A small smile traveled across his face as he spoke again. "What's Daddy in the mood for?"

A smirk traveled across my face as I grabbed him by the head and pulled him to the floor. "You said you was lookin' to suck, why waste time talkin' when you could put your mouth to better use."

He lowered my briefs and started to stroke my cock, his tongue gliding along the tip before he spoke again. "Aww, the puppy thinks he's a tough dom."

I smacked him quick, then pushed his mouth down my shaft and held him there. I had never had a submissive tease me before. He was confident. Cocky. But he was also prey. I could feel his tongue move along my shaft as I held him down. I thought by now he would need to glide off, but he remained at the base as if taking a thick cock was child's play to him. I pushed him off when I got tired of the smugness of his face.

The skunk inhaled a large breath, then started to stroke me again. "Not the biggest I've taken, but still not bad. You gonna get rougher, Daddy? I'd hate for you to be a boring time." He kissed my cock the moment the last letter left his lips. As if leading me into my own home, the boy started to crawl along the floor, his ass swaying underneath the gargantuan tail attached to him.

He was starting to piss me off. I was ready to murder the plump bottom crawling before me, the sight of his wiggling ass causing me to roll my eyes as I knew he'd aggravate me further. I shut the door behind us as we entered the bedroom. The boy hopped onto the bed and immediately I snatched him by his hair and yanked him to the floor. My foot pressed firmly against his cock and balls, squeezing just enough for it to hurt. "I didn't tell you to get up there, bitch." And before he could say anything further, I grabbed his mouth and squeezed it open. The tip of my cock pushed in and I started to piss inside him.

The boy slid his head down the length of my shaft, grabbing my hips and pushing me against his muzzle. Not a drop spilled as he moved along my cock, and I took the hint. When I finished I pushed him off my cock and pushed his face down into the carpet. My hand trailed down his back to the waist of his shorts, and I yanked them down. As I grabbed his balls, he let out a small moan. I pulled them through his legs, wishing I had a humbler ready, but my hands would do fine. I drove my fist into his balls, and he let out a loud yelp. "Is that all you got, Daddy?" He asked and I hit him harder. I repeated and he kept yelling louder, moans mixing with pained screams. I did this for what felt like forever, yet he was ready for more.

I grabbed a knife from the table. I didn't want to use it this early in the game, but I sliced off his clothing then kicked his ass to the middle of the room. His taunts were starting to piss me off, and instead of drawing out the night, I just wanted to get the kill over with. I grabbed the boy by his head and thrust my cock inside his ass. My knife brushed down his body, piercing his side as I fucked him.

Skunk boy let out a hard moan, spilling another taunt from his lips. "Finally," the words came down from his tongue. I twisted the knife inside him, blood oozing from the wound, yet he only moaned harder.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch before I gut you!" I growled in his ear as I pulled out the knife and drove it into another spot on his side.

"I'd like to see you try, Daddy." He was quick to respond. It wasn't often I found a masochist. "You'll be lucky if I let you finish." He added as he bashed his head against mine. I fell backwards from the impact, pulling out, yet leaving the knife in his body. Before I could get up, I watched him pull the knife out of his body.

I started to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my foot and brought it to his chest. I kicked up at him to try and break free, but he sliced the attacking paw. Still struggling, he holds my foot to his chest and starts to carve at the ankle. I could feel the blade glide through my flesh and wrap around my ankle. I screamed as I felt his claws push inside the wound and start tug the flesh down toward him. It was a slow process, me writhing on the ground as he sliced and clawed to get the insides of my foot showing.

"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed, trying to kick at him again, my flesh plopping to the ground of my bedroom. He drops my foot and I try to crawl away. My only goal was to escape. What I thought would be a good kill tonight was not how I imagined it. I inched my way to the bedroom door and before I could reach its stained, rough wood, I felt a hand grab my arms, restraints binding them tight.

"You can't leave yet, sir. I've not had any fun tonight. You've been a rather boring host." He said as he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks wide. "I made this dildo myself, and by made, I mean I just wrapped a good length of barbed wire. It's fun hearing the screams that come from this." I couldn't see anything he was doing behind me. I felt a cold dampness and fingers rubbing along my hole. I felt them slide in down to the knuckle. His fingers spread apart inside me, my cock hard from the treatment. My body quivered underneath his teasing, yet I was mortified at myself. How could I let myself get caught like this? His fingers slid out from me, then I felt something metallic enter. The cold tool started spreading my hole wide. I grunted, trying to shake anything in my body out, yet it was of no use. Once he stopped spreading my ass, I felt the toy. He teased it at first, scraping the edges of my ass. I continued to grunt, pain spreading throughout my body, dread heavy in my chest. He pushed it in, the wire tearing apart whatever it latched onto inside me, his arm jolting with each shove. I screamed wildly, feeling each inch tear me apart inside. I couldn't bear the scraping and slicing he was doing to me. My hole oozed with blood. I could feel it inch along my body as he continued to twist the sharp object into me. I wanted nothing more than for it to leave me, to exit my body, but he wasn't about to take it out. And like that the toy was shoved into my hole. My breathing quickened as I tried to push all of the pain out of my mind. I needed to focus on escaping, not the torture he was putting me through.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!" I screamed out. "You fucking fuck!" I couldn't say anything else. I needed every bit of pain to stop. My foot still hadn't numbed, my ass throbbing. What more could this boy do. What more could he want? I was starting to lose.

"Your eyes are close to begging me to kill you." He teased as he rolled me over. His hand wore a glove with claws sharpened at the edges. "We skunks have to improvise if we want claws as sharp as cats." He took them and sliced them all down my torso. Blood poured out from my body. My heart could almost jump through the cuts he made. I tried kicking up my good leg, but he just clawed it to hell. I kept kicking and kicking until I got a good shot against his face. When he pushed back I tried to make a run for it, crawling furiously, though barely making progress without my hands. He jumped at me, grabbing my head, dragging me across and into the wall hard.

"Why are you doing this?" I said desperately. Though it is ironic, we all have a desire to know why.

"You don't need a reason to kill, sir. You just have to fucking do it." He pushed my back against the wall and licked my face. His body slid down and started to tease my cock. And in its usual nature, it props right up the moment it's touched, ignoring all the pain surging through my body. Positioning himself, he started to ride me, a slow pulsing beat. Shaking, I let out an awkward moan, a moan filled with gargled agony as he worked along my shaft. "Daddy like that?" he asked, taking his glove and sliding his claws along my cheek. Another moan left my mouth as he held my down. My heart surged as I felt his claw move along my cheek, moving upward, slicing randomly as if I were a canvas and he was the painter. Before I could try to fight back his claw drove right into my eye. I screamed wildly as he rode my cock faster. Giggling, I could feel his ass squeeze along my shaft as he ripped my eye out from the socket.

"S-Stop! N-No m-m-more!" I tried to say. He just laughed as he rode me harder. I could feel my climax nearing its peak. My cock felt as if it were ready to burst open.

"Cum for me, Daddy" he said as he sliced down my chest with his claws. His grey fur was almost covered in my blood. He was an entirely different skunk than when he arrived. Hot, yet destructive. Not the meek boy that was eager to fuck, but a boy eager to murder.

He then trailed the metal knives at the edge of his glove down my cheek, slicing my face some more. Haunted moans left my throat as I felt myself blow, my cock shot my load into him. Whatever I was experiencing between suffering and pleasure, I couldn't define.

"Guess I better clean it up, huh sir?" The boy asked, sliding off my cock and positioning his ass against my muzzle. His mouth wrapped around my wet cock, gliding along it. I tried to knock him off, but in my weakened state, I could do nothing. I felt his knives along my thighs and I grunted harder.

A light giggle came from him. They dug into my leg as he started to spray my face. I had never before been soaked by whatever stink came from a skunk's ass, but I knew I'd never want it to happen again if I lived through this. "Give your boy a little love, Daddy. I have earned it tonight, wouldn't you say?" I didn't want to lick his ass, I didn't want to open my mouth, but as soon as I felt a knife against my cock, I was quick to lick all inside him. I dug my tongue deep to keep my dick safe. I worked every inch of his hole and he continued to suck me off, teasing the tip of my cock. I squirmed underneath him, my body waiting for all of this to be over. He had me lost in the moment, constantly pushed and pulled between the pain and his teasing. Before I could blow another load into his mouth, I howled in agony. The boy sliced off my cock. I felt his knifes snip through and I heard it plop to the floor.

"You won't be needing that anymore, Sir," he said pulling away from me. I watched him take his phone out and snap a picture, the little fake shutter sound booming in the room. He walked up to me and toyed with my throat for a moment, claws tickling my fur. I wanted to say something, anything, but before my lips could form words, he shoved his sharp fingers into my mouth, my tongue sliced up as he pushed them down to my throat. I tried to bite down, my body weak from torture. My teeth couldn't penetrate his glove. My jaw was a weak and tattered part of me, wrecked like the rest of my body. I could only taste blood as it flooded my muzzle. His fingers wriggled in the tight space as my throat was cut all inside. He twisted the objects around, turning his wrist as far as he was able to. The skunk sighed, his grey fur turning dark red from his time here. The boy pulled out and held the claws against my throat, slicing across, "at least you'll make a good selfie. Your fur is perfect for all this blood," he said as he took his phone and posed us both. My eyes dull as I saw us on his screen. He held up two fingers and stuck his tongue out. I lie behind him, propped against the wall. What a way to die, seeing yourself broken before life leaves your body. I reached out as he snapped his photos, but my arm fell short. I watched the flash go off two-three-four times before the world around me went black.