Pretty toy chap 5: The purity of carnage. The divinity of death. The arousal of the slaughter
#5 of Pretty Toy.
Greetings all,
Tis been to long! Time and life has yet again hindered my dark side to wallow in its depraved diatribes and in that deprived you the reader of the story. Any way here is the next chapter, in which I think you, may find some interesting events. After this chapter it will go back to M/F as I know allot of you have been waiting for but before then I will take a break to do another story that a friend and I are going to work on. She will remain nameless at her request but she has been one of the biggest fans of this series and is not even a furry. So as a thanks to her I am weaving a web of her darkest and most secret desires into a story.
The old rules still apply if you are not legal kill your self and I am sane...but I am sure you all are questioning that bit of info after reading all of this...so why lie I am a nutty fucker and I love it! Ha!
Well I am going to shut the fuck up and allow you to enjoy this depraved fucked up story!
So go forth kill and die!
AMSG
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Pretty toy chapter 5:
The purity of carnage. The divinity of death. The arousal of the slaughter.
The wolf stood beside the bed Trent and him shared with a matte black 9mm hand gun a few inches from the horses head. The wolfs green eyes seemed to glow in the moon lit room. His fur was slightly bristled and his breath, slow and calm. Clad in only his fur he stood there somberly and stared blankly at Trent.
"Trent, wake up." The wolf said in a monotone voice.
The horse moaned groggily and opened his sleepy eyes to see the barrel of the gun pointed at his head.
"Jesus!" The horse screamed as he moved up suddenly.
As the horse moved suddenly the wolf pulled the trigger of the gun letting lose a loud crack as the bullet spit forth from the barrel like a dying fetus from the vagina of a crack whore. The horse screamed as the bullet hit its mark on the horses' right shoulder bringing gushes of blood from the wound. Blood spitting forth and covering his fur and the bed with splatters of the beautiful crimson fluid.
"Shouldn't have done that, bro." The wolf said as he looked at the wound.
The wolf re-aimed the pistol at the horses head and with a apathetic look said,
"Look bro, we have been together for a long time and I hate to do this"
The wolf paused and seemed to think for a moment and then finished,
"Okay maybe I do not hate to do this in the end. Hell, I do not even give a fuck about you really. You were just another piece of meat to give me pleasure. No different than those whores I bring back to the cellar. The point is that I am tired of your bull shit and its time to take care of the loose ends."
With that the wolf pulled the trigger again and with a clap of man made thunder and a gush of blood and gore against the back of the wall Trent was dead. The look of horror and surprise seemed to be forged like steel on his face. The blood slowly dripped down and matted his thin coat of fur and his eyes slowly rolled back as his lungs released the stores of air that they had taken in when the bullet entered the frontal lobe of the brain.
The wolf stared at the gore and blood covered wall and found him self amused in the thought that the gore and blood seemed to make a painting of all he had done in his life, a true representation of what he lived for which was pure carnage.
"Funny how things end, is it not?" He asked the vacant room as the sun started to break threw the old and now blood stained curtains of the window a few feet away from the bed.
The wolfs eyes never left the wall behind the horses head where now only spatters of blood, gore, and bone were encrusted or embedded. The lines of blood dripped and ran as they crossed each other and dried. The bone fragments like the stones of the void that he had seen in that dream and the smell of blood reminded him of the room as a whole. As the smells of dried blood and other fluids that drain at such a violent death rose to the air and wafted to the wolfs nose he could hardly keep his arousal harnessed. His bare body quaked with desire and his red blood engorged prick stood fully proud of his sheath and leaking pre.
"Why not? Shall we have one final fuck, Trent?" The wolf asked taking the horses chin in his hand.
The wolf looked into the white cloudy orbs that were the eyes of the horse and reached for his pants and belt that lay on the floor and pulled the knife from his belt sheath and began to decapitate the dead horse. With a thud and a small river of blood the head fell to the floor along with the knife and the wolf crawled onto the bed and flipped the corpse on its stomach and pulled its tail up.
The wolf cupped some of the blood up from the sheets and bed and rubbed it on his erect cock and rubbed a bit on the horses' tail hole. Slowly he placed his cock tip at the corpse's entrance and rammed himself in. The blood making a squishing sound as his cock entered the corpse's ass.
"Hmm Trent you are better dead than you were alive!" The wolf howled in laughter as be began to pump into the dead horse's ass.
As he pumped the blood squished and mixed with shit coating the wolfs cock heightening his pleasure as the muscles of the horses anus were relaxed and somewhat loose. In and out he pumped enjoying the feeling of his dead lovers ass, his tunnel being moist and still warm. The wolf bent his head down slowly as he bucked harder into the horses dead hole and ripped pieces of flesh off the stump where the horses head used to be covering his black muzzle with blood as he partook of the flesh of his dead lover. The sounds of the wolfs perversions filled the air as his breath became heavy. Moans rose from his throat as he began to thrust faster and faster. His knot ripped in and out of the horses ass bringing new rips in the tender flesh and bits of fresh blood to the mixture of the obscene lube. The wolf grabbed the tail of the horse and heavily rammed himself into the abused corpse's hole rocking the body so hard that the stump of the neck began to crash into the head board of the bed and up onto the wall. With every thrust the corpse bobbed and quivered from the abuse and with a scream and a howl the wolf shot his seed into the horses corpse. The flood of cum spurting out around the wolfs knot making a pool of shit, blood, and cum on the bed and on the wolfs fur.
"God that was great Trent." The wolf panted dropping down beside the corpse of his dead lover.
"Oh you lost this." The wolf chuckled picking the horses head up off the floor and setting it on the back of the horse.
The wolf then curled up beside the corpse and began to lap at the drying blood and gore as he nibbled and tore bits of flesh off. He then reached his paw under the corpse and grabbed the sheath to the horses massive cock.
"Would be a shame to let this go to waste." He said smirking to him self.
With that the wolf again flipped the horse over and picked up his knife off the floor and began to cut free the corpses flaccid sheathed penis. With a few cuts and a few pulls the gem that the wolf wanted was free and he set the flaccid cock on a dirty night stand near the bed.
"With that done I think it may be time to get you finished up." He said as he got off the bed and lifted the corpse up as he put it over his shoulder.
"You fat son of a bitch." He huffed as he walked the corpse to the small bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. The wolf flopped the horses corpse down into the dirty old porcelain tub, the corpse landed with a thud and a few spurts of blood from all the wounds.
"Now don't move. Wait how could you?" The wolf screamed in laughter.
The wolf walked back to the bedroom and slipped on his pair of blood and cum stained black jeans and walked to the shed that was only a few yards from the shack that he called home. With a creak and a cloud of dust and dirt the shed door slammed open and the wolf walked in and grabbed two large five-gallon plastic buckets and brought them back to the bedroom bathroom. With a snap and a few curses the wolf popped off the lids of the buckets and poured the contents into the tub bringing a strong hissing sound and puffs of what looked like smoke from the corpse.
"In a few days time you will no longer be a problem for me, Trent." He said as he opened the little window behind the tub.
"See you in Hell, bro." He whispered as he left the room locking the door behind him.
The wolf then curled up on the bed and drew the horses' head to his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep.