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Open Season: Celebrity Furs: Mrs Jenna

Caution! This is some seriously sick shit. If you want a scare, or get off to snuff, are 18 or 21 (or of legal age to view this shit in your country) then this is for you. If you don't like horror then stay away! You've been warned...

It is in the club in Nome that I first see her.

She is beautiful. The kind of beautiful that everyone in the bar notices, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to tear her guts our while she's still screaming, you know the kind right?

She walks into the club and starts dancing on the dance floor. She was alone, that sorry excuse for a town hero that was usually with her was nowhere in sight. I wonder where he is for a moment, then I decide that I didn't care.

I watch her for a long time. She's was wearing a pink silk blouse that matchs her crimson and white two toned fur quite nicely. She also wears a black skirt that cut off at mid-thigh and black boots that hit her at mid-shin. Her scarlet headfur is loose and about shoulder length. A bright red bandanna is tied around her slender neck.

Like I said before, beautiful.

I don't know how she keeps from freezing to death in that outfit. Must have some warm fur, but I really don't care. I'm glad she wore it. She looks great in it.

I find myself staring at her legs, those long legs that extend from the bottom of her skirt. I watch her tail as it swings back and forth as she continues to dance.

I find my foxhood hardening against my leg as I as watch her. I decide at that moment that I am going to fuck her.

I continue to watch her through a few more songs, waiting for my chance. Waiting for an opening.

Then it comes, my patience pays off.

She is sweating slightly from her exersions on the dance floor and excuses herself to go outside and cool off. She moves to eit out the back entrance which I know leads into an oft deserted alley.

I get up and go out the front. I walk around the side of the building and see her standing in the back of the club.

The rythmic thump-thump-thump of the club's base woofers is still almost deafening even outside. I find my heart matching that fast pace.

Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump

I feel down on my belt for the knife that I know hangs from it. It is a five inch stainless steel blade. It will more than do the job when the time comes.

I am almost upon her and my heart skips a beat. My paw drops from the knife hilt. "Not yet..." I tell myself. "...there are better ways."

With a sudden explosion of energy I reach up and grab the bandanna around her throat, pulling it tight and twisting the slack in my paw. I have turned her pretty onament into the instrument of her destruction, the beginning of her beautiful death.

...but not yet.

She struggles against me, trying to call for help as I continue to hold the cloth tight around her throat, the thin material is starting to sink into skin of her throat, her struggles become more frantic. She cannot scream, she cannot call for help.

She is mine.

After a few moments her struggles die down and her eyes begin to roll back in her head. I release her and she falls to the ground.

...unconcious.

I smile. I smile for this is how I want her.

I crouch over her and kiss her warmly. She still breathes.

She still lives.

I put my paws in under the collar of her pretty pink blouse and tear it off of her, popping buttons off in all directions. To my profound enjoyment she isn't wearing a bra and her creamy white furred breasts fall free. I tear the rest of the blouse off of her and throw it at the wall of the building.

I look around to make sure I am alone.

I am.

I run my paws over her breasts, rubbing her tender nipples, feeling them grow hard in the cold night air.

I unzip and remove her shoes and then pull out my knife and stick it down the front of her skirt, blade up. I quickly cut down and remove both her skirt and a nice pair of silk underwear. I slide them out from under her and toss them to the side as well.

I look at her.

She is so beautiful there in the snow.

I sheath my knife and unzip my trousers. My cock springs to life, invigorated by the sight before me, even though it's so cold.

I lower myself between her legs and slide my cock between her sweet folds. She grips me tight, even in her current state of unconciousness and I begin to thrust into her.

My thrusts are hard, violent. I want to hurt her.

I want to kill her.

I time my thrusts with the steady thumping of the bass woofers in the club beyond.

She starts to stir.

Her eyes open and she blinks a few times.

I don't even stop.

Her brown eyes go wide as she realizes what is happening.

My knife is already in my hand.

As I pull out of her again I drop my knife, stabbing her deep in her lower belly. She let's out a whine of pain and a soft woof as the air escapes her lungs. I feel her hot blood rushing over my paw and it drives me wild. As I thrust forward I pull my blade toward her chest. I pull it out as it reaches her ribcage.

She is gurgling on her own blood now. Her insides are beginning to poke through the nasty gash I made in her. I want to see more of her.

I continue thrusting into her as I grab the sides of the wound and rip them open.

I can see her now.

Her slick insides, the very things that make her tick, laid bare for my eyes.

It is a wonderous sight.

Her eyes go wide as she glances between her breasts and sees the mess I've made of her. I grab the sides of the wound again and rip it again, this time the opposite way. The damaged skin tears backward all the way to her furry folds which split.

Magnificent.

I can see my foxhood as it pushes into her tunnel, no longer concealed by her sweet fur.

I look up. She is fading fast, and I am nearing my end.

I grab the bandanna again and twist it in my paws, strangling her with it. A symbol of love, a gift from her mate...

...now an instrument of her death, a gift from me.

I continue to twist on the cloth and despite her horrific injuries she bucks and kicks and struggles. She is very strong, as I knew she would be.

Her struggling has knocked most of her guts loose and they lie in a heap beside her, steaming in the cold.

Her eyes begin to roll back into her head. I feel her begin to die around me. Her pussy spasms rythmically around my cock with each of her labored breaths.

Finally her kicking starts to die down. Soon, her legs are simply trembling. Her eyes begin to roll back into her head, her paw scrunching the pink snow in a last attempt to hold on to life.

She kicks once more.

I arch my back and howl as I flood her womb with my seed.

It is the last thing she ever feels.

She is still.

I let go of the bandanna and sit back, admiring my work. I have destroyed her. She is even more beautiful now than before. I stand up and realize that I am covered in blood. Her hot blood, the essence of her life. I raise my paw and lick the precious necter from my paw.

...delicious.

• Vixen_Tamer