[b]World's Snuffiest Home Videos[/b] [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/805387]Part 1[/url] [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1444091]Part 2[/url] [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1444818]Part 3[/url] The studio appeared back on the screen as the show's musical sting played. The fox in the suit smiled widely as he waited for the music and studio applause to stop. ”Welcome back to World's Snuffiest Home Videos and our bimonthly cub special. We are nearing the end of our this week's show. Our penultimate video this week was sent in anonymously, so I can't tell you where it is from, but without further ado, let's see how it goes!” He made a sweeping motion with his hand as he turned towards the big screen and the image faded into black. The view remained somewhat dim even after fading in, showing a basement with bare concrete walls. Some storage shelves were in the background with boxes and various unidentifiable items strewn on them. In the middle of the room, under the sole light fixture, was a sturdy wooden table. On the table lay spread a young looking fennec fox with sandy fur with pale tan accent on his stomach. He lay motionless, with his arms and legs tied to ropes at each corner of the table. In his mouth was a red ballgag. The fennec's eyes were closed, but his ears twitched a little. Then some more. After a few more moments he moaned through his gag and slowly turned his head from side to side. Groggily he opened his eyes, blinking against the light shining right down on him. The fennec tried to sit up, but he was stopped by the ropes binding his wrists. He pulled against his bindings, straining the muscles in his lithe body. But it was to no avail, the binds were too secure. [i]Mmmph! Mmmphph![/i] His sounds were muffled by the gag. “Oh there you go!” A bright voice came from somewhere behind the camera. “I was wondering when you'd wake up.” After a few seconds a cat boy with grey and black striped fur skipped into view from the side. He looked about same age as the fennec, about thirteen and he was wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. The cat came up to the table and admired the fennec's body for a few moments. The fennec looked back at the cat with fear in his eyes. The cat grinned, showing his little pointy teeth, and ran his hand along the tan bellyfur of the fennec. “Your fur is so pretty.” He kept stroking the fennec with his hand. Rubbing his chest, his belly... “Such a lovely sheen.” Lower... he ran his hand over the fennec's sheath, and cupped his little balls. The fennec whimpered, but his body betrayed him. As the cat fondled his privates, his little prick was starting to peek out from his sheath. The cat grinned some more and bent down. He gave the little red member a lick. The fennec shuddered as he felt the rough tongue against the sensitive head. The cat licked again. Each lick brought the fennec's member out further, further, until the shaft was completely exposed. The fennec whimpered from the partly unwanted attention his cock was getting. The cat continued to stroke it with his hand, teasing even the knot out from the sheath. It plopped out and the fennec was revealed in all his little glory. The cat fished in his pocket for a moment and pulled out a rubber band. He stretched is out with his hand as the fennec looked fearfully, then he glanced at the fennec with an evil grin, and slipped the band around the fennec's shaft. The cat held it open and moved it further down towards the base. He had to use both hands to stretch it enough to slip past the knot with great effort... The fennec yelped loudly through his gag as the band snapped tight around the base of his cock. The cat gave the fennec one more lick “You are so tasty, did you know that?” The fennec whimpered as his cock was slowly turning red from all the packed in blood. The cat admired his handywork for a few more seconds, then he head back off frame. There were sounds as he rummaged through something. “Aha!” After a moment he returned. “Now you're ready for the next step!” He held up fur trimmers in the air, making sure the fennec saw them. “Just too bad to lose that pretty fur of yours.” The fennec's eyes went wide! [i]Mmmph! MMMMPHMPHH![/i] His protests were but mumbles. A buzz filled the air as the cat flicked the switch. Without ceremony he pressed the blades down against the fennec's stomach and pushed up. A trail of greyish skin was left behind as the fur disappeared into the maw of the electric shears. Then a wider trail as the cat moved to mow another patch next to the one he already did. Then another... The fennec squirmed as he struggled against the bonds, his muscles rippled under the fur, as well slowly ever more exposed without the fur... It didn't matter. The cat might lose contact with the shears momentarily, but it was just a simple matter to re-shave the patch, and soon the fennec's entire belly was exposed skin. Then his chest, arms, legs... The fennec sobbed with tears in his eyes as little by little his fur disappeared. And soon he was out of fight. The cat took advantage of that and pushed the fennec to his side, as far as the bounds let, so he could shave his back as well. Triumphantly the cat turned the shears off and admired the fennec's more naked than naked body. Without the fur you could see every curve, you could see the bumps of his ribs, the hips, clavicles, every muscle on that little lithe frame... After a moment the cat went to put the shears away, and returned with a bucket. He threw the water in it over the fennec. With a great splash it landed on his belly and chest and washed away any stray hairs left. The fennec yipped and shivered with the coldness as it washed over him. Some of the water had splashed back over the cat. He looked down at his soaked T-shirt with disgust. He pulled it off, revealing his own slender body. And with that he got an idea. Since it was already damp, he used it to dry the fennec's tummy an chest. Then he dropped his own shorts... The cat climbed onto the table and straddled the fennec between his legs. His spiky little prick was jutting proudly from his groin. The fennec whimpered as he looked at the cat's member, he tried to push away, but with the bindings it was useless. The cat lowered himself down on top of the fennec, their cocks rubbing together between them. He rocked his hips as he started humping the fennec, feeling his body against his own, his cock rubbing against the smooth skin, his face only inches from the fennec's. He was panting, they were both panting, as he pleasured himself with the fennec's frame. “Ah! Your... ah... fear... smells... AH! ...wonderful!” It didn't take long for the cat's body to tense up, then his body jerked once... twice... He let out a great sigh as he lifted himself up. The fennec's tummy gleamed with white beads, and the cat's bellyfur was matted. The cat smiled as he looked at the fennec boy. With great satisfaction in his face, he climbed back down from the table. He picked the T-shirt from the floor and used it to clean his own tummy as he walked away to the right. His voice carried from off screen with a shout, “Dad! He's ready for you now!” The fennec was alone again. He whimpered softly, and squirmed with his hips. His cock was turning slightly purple already, yet clearly he needed release which he couldn't get with the tight band around his member. There was what seemed like a cut in the video and after a few moments as large gruff looking wolf walked in from the right. His fur was steel grey and he had a mullet on his head. He was naked, except for an apron. He carried a toolbox which he set down on the table next to the fennec. The fennec whimpered loudly as he watched the big wolf with his eyes wide with fear. “I'm gonna get you ready for your stuffing now, boy.” His voice was devoid of any compassion and he lifted a large chef's knife from the pack. “Try not to scream too much, it hurts my ears,” he said just matter-of-factly as he held the knife's tip against the fennec's belly. The fennec panted hard, breathing ragged and shallow with his panic. The panting turned into a scream as the wolf's hand pushed in and the blade sunk into the fennec's belly. A line of red was left behind as it glided through his flesh. Then the scream turned into a cough and gurgle as the blade hit the diaphragm. The wolf pulled the skin to the side exposing the fennec's intestines. The fennec had the look of abject horror on his face as he glanced down to his belly, at the coils of his guts slithering out of the wound. The wolf worked fast, pulling loop after loop of guts out from the boy's stomach. Swiftly cutting where they were attached. The mass of guts piled up on the table next to the boy's body, and soon there were more outside than inside. Few last cuts, and the entire mass flopped down from the table into the bucket that was still next to it. The fennec coughed and sobbed silently, weakly, as his diaphragm had nothing against which to push in his now empty stomach cavity. The wolf had put the knife away and picked another item from the toolbox. A propane torch. It clicked with a button and the flame roared to life. The wolf wasted no time and stuck the torch inside the boy's body cavity, eliciting a new series of gargles. Smoke wafted out as the wolf cauterized the blood vessels keeping the boy from bleeding out right away... The cat walked back up to the table, holding a large bowl full of mush. “Here's the stuffing, dad.” He was still shirtless, but was wearing new shorts. He carefully set the bowl down next to the fennec. The wolf wiped his hands on his apron. “Thanks. Now help me stuff the boy.” They both grabbed handfuls of the stuffing and each in turn pushed it into the fennec boy's stomach. It didn't take long for the entire bowl was empty and the fennec's stomach was bulging ever so slightly... The fennec was whimpering ever so louder, with the stuffing allowing his diaphragm to push against it to let him breathe easier again. The wolf finished the preparation with a needle and coarse thread, sewing the fennec's stomach back up. The wolf looked at the cat. “Now go get the pan and set the camera up in the kitchen.” The cat looked up. “Just one last thing!” He produced a carrot from the pocket of his shorts. Gleefully he stuck the carrot into the fennec's tailhole, with very little resistance. The cat grinned before disappearing behind the camera again. There was a scraping noise and then the image went black. When the image came back, the view was now pointing at a large oven. Through the glass, inside the oven, you could see the fennec boy's naked body. He was lying on his back, his legs up and bent, his arms reaching over to his legs. A rope secured his wrists to his ankles, leaving him trussed up like a turkey. His skin was turning pink, and it glistened with the marinade. He squirmed as the heat worked on his body. After a minute there was another cut in the video, and now the cat boy was carefully looking through the oven's window. The fennec had turned well red now, and the marinade with bubbling, boiling on his skin. His squirming had weakened and he was just jerking faintly every now and then... Once... Twice... ...until his arms and legs flopped out a bit, relaxing against the ropes. And there was nothing. Excitedly the cat yelled, “I think he just died!” The wolf came up to the oven as well and peered in. “Yeah, you can tell his chest isn't rising anymore.” There was another cut in the video, a long one this time. The fennec's skin had turned well brown, starting to blacken in places. Beads of juice were oozing out from his crispy skin, glistening under the heating elements. He was clearly thoroughly cooked and delicious, just waiting to be carved into. The wolf opened the oven and pulled the tray out wearing heavy mitts in his hands. The cat couldn't wait and he reached with a fork and knife between the fennec's legs. After a bit of cutting he pulled out the fennec's cooked cock, knot and all, and triumphantly held it up in his fork. He admired the cooked member for a moment, his face betraying his excitement. “I've always wanted to try this!” His hand trembled a little as he held the shaft up to his mouth... and he bit into it. The wolf looked at them. “So, how is it?” The cat munched on it, then munched on it some more. And some more. Finally he swallowed. “It's chewier than I thought”, he said, making a face. And with that the screen faded to black again. The host chuckled as the image faded back into the studio. He turned his head to the camera with a sly grin on his face. “Wasn't that mouthwatering? You just have to pick your cuts carefully!” The fox turned around fully. “I could really chew on a bit of something myself, so, let's see what our sponsors have to offer. We'll be right back after these messages for our last video this week, and boy you certainly don't want to miss that one, here on World's Snuffiest Home Videos!”