{"sf1_id":71480,"sf2_id":"naO4qyNe","title":"Open Season on Celebrity Furs: Miss Mink","author":"Vixen_Tamer","words":1162,"posted_at":"2008-12-30T10:24:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Fox","Gore","M/F","Mink","Snuff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/71480-open-season-on-celebrity-furs-miss-mink","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/naO4qyNe","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=71480\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Open Season on Celebrity Furs","content":"Open Season: Celebrity Furs: Episode 1: Miss Mink  \n  \nThe woods was quiet in the early morning as I climbed a steep hill. I  \nsaw a rock partially hidden by some bushes and thought that would be a  \ngood place to take my stand. I stopped behind it and unslung my rifle  \nfrom my shoulder, resting it against the rock. Then I quickly pulled my  \nT-shirt over my head and removed my pants and undergarments. I would  \nhave to be ready.  \n  \nI sat down in the cool grass and felt it press against my fur.  \nI closed my eyes and looked down the hill. It looked like a likely  \nenough spot. There was trail fairly well beaten down at the bottom of  \nthe hill. It looked recently used. There was also a small pond down  \nthere.  \n  \nI picked up my rifle and pulled the bolt back to ensure that  \nthe shell I had placed into it this morning was still in there. I saw  \nthe brass casing and pushed the bolt back. Then I sat back and started  \nto wait.  \n  \nI had just started to doze off when I heard the subtle crunch -  \ncrunch of grass that indicated someone approaching. I placed my rifle  \non the top of the rock and waited to see the furre who was coming  \ncloser.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Soon a white figure jogged out of the trees and along the  \nbottom of the hill. I saw the distinctive bounce of a female's breasts  \nand smiled. \"...perfect.\" I thought. I slowly lowered my eye to the  \nscope on my rifle and flicked the safety off with my thumb.  \n  \nThe female mink stopped and looked around.  \n  \nI froze.  \n  \nHad I been spotted? I shook my head. It couldn't be.  \n  \nThe Mink turned around several times, looking around, and then  \nshe turned back to face me. I smiled with delight. This was none other  \nthan Miss Minerva Mink, this was turning out to be quite a hunt.  \n  \nMy orange fur seemed to almost stand on end as my scope took in  \nher beautiful body. her long blond hair was tied in a bun on top of  \nher head. She wore a tight tank top and short running shorts. Her feet  \nwere clad in tennis shoes. She bent down and untied her shoes, pulling  \nthem off her foot-paws. She discarded them and then stood up and  \nstretched.  \n  \nMy scope drifted up to her head and I imagined my bullet  \nshattering her skull, turning her beautiful face into a mass of blood  \nand brains.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She finished her stretch and relaxed. Miss Mink pulled her tank  \ntop over her head and tossed it onto the ground on top of her shoes.  \nHer large breasts were barely contained by the white bra she wore. She  \nreached around and unhooked it. Her bra fell off and her beautiful  \nbreasts fell free. They were covered in the same soft looking white fur  \nas the rest of her body.  \n  \nI let my rifle scope drift down onto her left nipple. \"...right  \nhand over your heart bitch.\" I thought to myself. I could see it in my  \nmind's eye as the bullet smacked into her tit, blowing the mammary  \napart and then shredding her beating heart. She would die before she  \neven heard the shot. My finger fell away from the trigger. \"...that  \nwouldn't be much fun.\" I thought.  \n  \nShe pulled her shorts down and bent over to step out of them.  \nThen she threw them onto her pile of clothes. Miss Mink reached up and  \npulled the hair band out of her golden hair and it fell down to the  \nmiddle of her shoulders.  \n  \nMy scope drifted down her finely toned stomach and settled on  \nher belly button. I imagined once again my bullet smacking into her  \nbelly, piercing her guts and shattering her back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Something spoke to me. It said that it wasn't quite time for  \nher to die yet. My finger fell away from the trigger.  \n  \nShe turned and hooked her thumbs threw the waistband of her  \npanties and then bent over and pulled them down to her ankles.  \n  \nI felt my cock stiffen against my leg, inching it's way out of  \nit's sheath as my scope settled on the delicate crease of skin and fur  \nbetween her legs.  \n  \nI couldn't help it.  \n  \nI took a deep breath and exhaled half of it. My finger was  \nsteady as I caressed the trigger and the rifle slapped my shoulder.  \n  \nMinerva pitched forward onto the grass and screamed as the  \nheavy bullet ripped through her pussy lips and bored deep into her,  \nshredding her cunt before exploding out of her lower belly.  \n  \nI was up before she hit the ground, my rifle forgotten, knife  \nclutched in my hand as I sprinted down the hill.  \n  \nHer mind was just beginning to comprehend what had happened  \nwhen I reached her and flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs  \napart and saw the ravaged hole between her legs. I raised my arm over  \nher and stabbed my knife into her just below her chest. Then I ripped  \ndownward, bisecting her belly button until I met the bullet's exit hole  \nin her soft mound. I withdrew the knife but held it in my hand. Then I  \npushed my hardened cock into what was left of her pussy. There was  \nstill enough of it left to grip me sufficiently and I pushed myself deep  \ninto her. I felt the ripped walls around my cock as I pushed deeper  \ninto her. Blood poured like a fountain out of her as I began to thrust  \nhard up into her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her guts began to rock slowly out of the horrific gash in her  \nbelly as I continued to thrust deeper into her. She was howling  \nincoherently by now, screaming and pleading.  \n  \nI don't do mercy.  \n  \nHer breasts caught my eye as I increased my tempo and I noticed  \nthat they were as of yet unmarred. That would never do. As I pushed  \ninto her I slashed her right breast horizontally through the nipple. I  \ncould see her ribs at the base of the gash.  \n  \nShe howled and her struggles died a bit.  \n  \nI pushed into her again and stabbed the point of my blade  \nthrough her left nipple. The blade slid between her ribs and I felt it  \nslide into her rapidly beating heart.  \n  \nShe arched her back and I jerked the knife out of her chest. I  \nreached my peak then and as I poured my seed into her destroyed body I  \ncould see it spurt up out of her gut sack and land on her beautiful  \nface.  \n  \nI grabbed her head and cut deeply into her slim neck. My knife  \nhit bone and I twisted her head violently, snapping her neck. Her head  \ncame away in my paws and as I continued to rock slowly inside her guts  \nI raised it to my muzzle and kissed her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n- Vixen\\_Tamer  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Open Season on Celebrity Furs","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/72943-open-season-on-celebrity-furs-mrs-jenna.json"}}