Cyberblade:

With *Minerva's sudden and eerie absence, the paralyzed state that Jake was left in had to be quickly becoming terrifying all on its own.  Try as hard as he might he could not move anything but his face.  He could try to call out, or he could try to look around and that was it.

If he tried to look around he'd see that where he was in the maze wasn't where he'd started, but rather somewhere in the middle.  He couldn't tell what was behind him, but in front of him seemed to just be one long room with a singular entrance.

Surely it felt like hours for someone frozen solidly in place, but it had only been a few moments before the echo of a casual yet creepy whistling came from somewhere deeper in the maze.  Gradually getting louder and louder, closer and closer, it stopped; almost right as it seemed like it should enter the room.

From the darkness of the maze a figure began to come into view.  The reflection of his amber eyes in the darkness made it clear to the young hare that this was his predator and yet by what seemed to him to be some kind of glitch he couldn't resist or flee at all.

Stepping into the light, the orange and brown tiger had a terrifying grin on his face, just emphasizing his razor sharp fangs.  The only pieces of clothing he had on at this point was his skull helmet from the game armor and a barbarian loincloth giving him a very tribal appearance.

If the boy could focus on anything other than the fact that a vicious tiger was staring him down like a starving man at a buffet, he might notice that the skull on the teens helmet was decorated strangely with a set of dental braces along the teeth.  Maybe he'd recognize them as Skylar's, maybe not, but it certainly was strange enough to get a second look.

The tiger walked right up to Jake continuing to smirk, looking his naked body up and down with a starving expression before he began to touch and grope the frozen bunny's butt and chest fur.  "Don't worry, I just want a little sample."  He licked up the boy's neck with his sand-papery feline tongue before continuing to taunt him, "I won't hurt you before unfreezing you, that wouldn't be any fucking fun."

Fondling the boys bare little balls, Magnus continued, "I wanted to talk to you before we started this little game, but you're such a scared little bitch of a bunny I figured you'd run first, so the devs were gracious enough to let me start with you paralyzed."  He stepped back and smacked the hare's ass loudly.  "You got anything you wanna say before the fun really begins?"

Mizzyam:

After just a few seconds of the eerie silence and isolation, Jake had already begun to hyperventilate with growing panic. [i]This was it[/i]. The fate he'd been trying to put off for so long was finally here and... and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't even [i]move[/i]... How cruel was his executioner that he wouldn't even give Jake the chance to resist...?

Tears were starting to obscure his vision, but all he could do was look left or right, or straight down the corridor at the entrance ahead of him, blinking frantically in a bid keep his eyes clear. It felt like forever trapped alone and naked, unable to move but free to increasingly panic over the terrifying sense of locked-in syndrome. But then the whistling started, and Jake's heart leapt into his throat and [i]stayed[/i] there, beating away frantically as the light tune, turned nightmarish, drew ever closer, drawing out the awful experience to the point the buck was already begging under his breath.

“No... no, no, no, no... nooo... please, no,” he whimpered softly, tears streaking down his cheeks and dripping onto his naked chest as he stood stock still, like a lamb ready for slaughter while his killer drew ever closer.

Only once the buck had been pushed to the point of becoming dizzy and nauseous from the adrenaline rushing through limbs that didn't even get to twitch, so much as tremble, did the approaching sound finally reach the apex, and then... emerging from the darkness with predatory, feline eyes ablaze, was a worryingly familiar face. Jake was instantly reminded of the letter that had come from such a cat, hoping that they would oversee the hare's elimination. The one that had some connection to Cyber before he...

Jake gulped visibly and started to pant quicker as he whined. That wasn't the real reason why he recognized this particular tiger, though. This was one predator he'd actually [i]seen[/i] before, during Skylar's unfinished elimination. Back then he'd apparently just been [i]toying[/i] with the maned wolf though, which quickly became all the more obvious now that he was [i]here[/i], for [i]Jake's[/i] elimination. The terror his slow approach instilled couldn't have been more clearly on display. Even paralyzed from the neck down, his fur still stood on end and his instincts were wide awake and screaming.

But there was simply nothing he could do to act on his fear. Nothing but watch the older cub draw closer, taking it all in. His worryingly minimal attire, the vicious grin distorting Magnus' expression, and the frightening quantity of flesh-rendingly sharp fangs that it showed off to the already scared-stiff buck. Even if the paralysis had disappeared suddenly though, he probably still would've been unable to move once the tiger got close enough for Jake to make out what was twisted haphazardly around the skull-teeth of the older boy's helmet.

He'd only briefly considered demanding to know what he'd done to Skylar, before realizing it was pointless, and also likely obvious. Then he decided he actually didn't [i]want[/i] to know, only to now see those mangled braces adorning the feline's already disturbing attire, like some damn trophy! So [i]yeah[/i], if he hadn't been scared shitless enough before, the thought of being just another piece of the tiger's clothing was plenty to push him over the edge into hysterical territory. And that starved look on Magnus' face definitely wasn't helping Jake to stay rational.

At this point, the buck might as well have been staring down death right then and there, a predator on approach with hunger in his eyes. In any other scenario, the moment Magnus was within pouncing distance, that would've been all-she-wrote for this little prey. Instead, this particular specimen of tiger got right up in the smaller cub's face, maintaining that unnerving grin as he proceeded to look the naked bunny and down, intimately enough to make Jake blush but at the same time intimidating enough to make the buck look away with a sudden increase in his rapid breathing.

Such lethal proximity demanded Jake keep the predator in his peripherals, but it really didn't help him to know that physical contact was coming. Though his face could wince, and the hare could let out a frightened yelp when he felt the feline's paws groping and brushing through the soft, white fur of his rump and chest, the most his body could do to respond to the unsettling sensations was to shiver with full-body chills as the cub whimpered through the abuse with eyes closed. Making him quite unprepared for that sand-papery tongue raking along his neck, which only overwhelmed the buck with more skin-crawling chills as Magnus' helped himself to his 'sample'.

The tiger claimed he wouldn't hurt him just yet, but that was a hard sell, given the psychological pain he'd already inflicted thus far, and when he suddenly grabbed the white rabbit by his fluffy little sack, it was even [i]harder[/i]to believe. Magnus had Jake's undivided attention though as his breath caught sharply in his throat. But still, he couldn't move, not to tense his muscles, not even to quiver with the inability to pull his thighs together against the danger that now had a hold of his precious, sensitive testes.

As Magnus explained himself, the demeaning insults ensured the miserable buck couldn't make eye-contact; or perhaps Jake was just really, [i]really[/i] worried what that scrotum-kneading paw and its retractable claws might do to him down there, because that's where his gaze remained mostly focused. Right up until the older cub suddenly smacked him on the backside, eliciting a shrill yelp from the rabbit as he gave Jake a chance to speak. Jerking back to attention the buck's wandering gaze failed to find it's mark as the predator's frightening visage filled his vision. He didn't know where to look as he was basically given the floor to say something.

What exactly did this monster [i]want[/i] him to say, though? He had no clue, but Jake certainly had [i]something[/i] to say at least. It was just... [i]very[/i] hard to speak in the tiger's terrifying presence. He [i]exuded[/i] malice, and the cub's prey instincts were still screaming loudly that this creature was going to kill and eat him, and not necessarily in that order. 

Nonetheless, Jake struggled to moisten his throat and talk, a little hoarsely, but also quiet and quivery as he tried to resist sobbing amidst frantic breathing, long enough to get the words out.

“J-j-j-just... k-k-kill me already, and—a-and g-g-get it over with,” he whimpered amidst chattering teeth. It wasn't so easy to sound tough in the face of mind-numbing terror and one's own imminent demise. He didn't know how Cyber and Sebastian managed to hold strong for so long, where he was already a blubbering mess with the strength of tissue-paper behind his meek voice.

“I—I [i]know[/i] you k-killed Skylar too, e-e-even if they didn't make us watch it, so just... j-just do it already! P-p-please...? Don't drag it out again...! I—I can't [i]take[/i] it anymore...! I just... I just wanna [i]die[/i] and... a-and [i]never[/i] come back...! [i]Please[/i]...!”

It wasn't a good start to begin with begging for death, but knowing it was coming and he was helpless to stop it wasn't even the worst feeling. It was the anticipation. The waiting. The [i]torture[/i] as his demise was dragged out, prolonged for some unseen audience to lap up the tears and trauma while he slowly faded and died, only to know he could potentially be brought back and forced to go through it [i]all over again[/i]..!

Cyberblade:

The tiger purred a little feeling the hares hair standing on end as he molested him.  Even frozen the fear was palpable and that just drove him crazy.  He knew from the very moment he joined this game that this boy would be a ton of fun, and now that he was this close it was hard to just hold back and savor it.

The sting in his own hand from that spank just made him want to hurt the boy more.  To make that feel like tickling.  It was clear Jake was struggling to speak, but when he finally did the broken sobs and pleas of a scared cub were music to his teenage bully ears.

"Yeah, I killed Skylar."  He gave the bun a menacing glare, "Something went wrong capturing the elimination."  He growled and dragged one of his claws gently over the cubs chin, moving the boys face up to look at him, "They tell me they don't know what caused it, but personally, I think it had something to do with a dumb brat trying to play god and bring back a dumb fox."

He licked his lips and sighed, "I [i]could[/i] kill you now, of course, but then what will I do with this?"  He held up his hand and a glowing orb appeared out of nowhere with a flourish.  The surface of the orb was like a mirror, but it wasn't reflecting the world around them; instead it showed various things from the point of view of the previously eliminated fox girl, Trixie.

Worse yet, the very sight of the orb caused whispers of her voice to echo through the quiet chamber.

[i]"If... If *Minerva tries to take you... the bad people... you don't... deserve any of that. Look do you... ... do you want your first time to be a happy one? And it certainly shouldn't be with them!"

"Ahh, Cyber, Cyber! My..! Hole feels so..."

"C-can... C-can I-I b-be your m-medicine now? I know that makes no sense... I w-want you to be b-braver, I want you to hold me and... m-make me y-your prey..."

"J-Jake... didn't... want me though, after... I even g-gave him my panties, but he still... He kept running away from me, like I was... like I was disgusting."

"I miss him, and Cyber... do... you think... is hatred stronger than love? Am I stupid to think Jake could like me?"[/i]

Holding the orb up, the tiger could tell he very much had the terrified hare's full attention with this little trinket.  "You really did a number on this little cunt from what I could tell."  He snickered and mocked Jake as the orb presented them with a vision of the hare from Trixie's perspective moments before their one night stand.  "Hurt her so much she went native for her pred, and to top things off you fucked up bringing her back from the dead!"

Snickering turned to uncontrollable laughter, Magnus kept trying to explain between laughs.  "You tried so hard -- So hard to bring her -- bring her back b-before her elimination!~"  Catching his breath with a long sigh the teenager chuckled a little before continuing, "I was told if you hadn't done that, her last mind-state would've gone to that zombie body you still couldn't help but fuck.  Instead, it went to your predator."

He loved the way the cubs eyes danced in fear every time he touched him, Ssirking and running his fingers through Jake's head fur, "So, here's the deal.  I'm gonna give you a chance.  If you can escape me and the maze you couldn't even start, you'll get your freedom and the slut's mind-state.  If you can't..."  He trailed off to let the boy come up with his own idea of the consequences.  "Of course, if you [i]want[/i], I can just kill you and sell her mind-state to that fox that made Cyber into the little bitch he  was always meant to be.  What's it gonna be?"

Mizzyam:

The confirmation that Magnus [i]had[/i] in fact killed Skylar came as no surprise to the hopeless rabbit; what did, however, was the feline's chosen explanation for what he [i]claimed[/i] had gone wrong with the elimination. As he enlightened Jake, the hare tried not to face him, simply out of fear as the older boy leaned in so close that his predatory musk was flooding his senses, but a sharp claw across his chin 'encouraged' his wincing, wandering gaze to rise along with his head for fear of getting scratched.

As his twitchy, sky-blue irises darted to-and-fro in an attempt to avoid direct contact with the feline's, Jake was met with even more cruel words, as Magnus pinned the blame for it all on the cub in his clutches, which only inspired more tears and pitifully sobbing as the rabbit's expression twisted in despair. At this point he really just wanted it all to end. The pain, the suffering... the guilt. The [i]shame[/i] of it all.

He didn't need Magnus to remind him of all the mistakes he'd made, but there he was nonetheless, rubbing it in like salt in a wound, and delighting himself in the misery it extracted from a captive Jake, unable to even turn away and hide his face, red from blushing and crying, and wet with tears; he had bags under his eyes, matted fur and just the overall impression that he'd not been sleeping well, if at all. And now here he was, soon to die, and being verbally abused by his intended executioner.

Of all the ways Jake anticipated and feared his final moments would get worse, what Magnus had in store was the last thing he'd expected. With a lick of his lips at the idea of killing the boy right away, the tiger suddenly summoned an unusual orb, similar to the cameras and boons, but this one was different in a very unsettling and worrying way. An echoy voice began to emanate from it, reaching his ears with a familiarity that kept his tears coming.

A voice he never thought he'd get to hear again, filled him with life for a moment, before it quickly turned sour. The words of a long-dead vixen repeated things he'd heard before, and things he hadn't, replaying events in the orb's curved surface in a way that had Jake's full, undivided attention as he stared with quivering lips, shaky sobs, and the smallest glimmer of light in his eyes.

Gaze locked onto those precious memories on display, despite how much they hurt to relive, Jake [i]tried[/i] not to listen to Magnus' commentary, but it was impossible to hide the withering expression he wore as his tormentor not only insulted her memory and final moments, but gleefully informed the distraught rabbit, through fits of hurtful laughter that it really [i]was[/i] Jake's fault that Trixie had returned in a vegetative state. Now that... [i]that[/i] was a gut-punch the hare hadn't needed right now. It... literally made him sick to his stomach having that sad fact confirmed.

If it was Magnus' intention to make Jake wish he was dead even more, he was doing a great job of it. Even the offer of her last mind-state, now in the predator's paws instead, felt like just another source of pain. So leave it to the vicious and hungry-looking tiger to provide the poor buck a 'deal' at that moment. A chance to escape. To escape the starting maze he'd never stepped foot into, earn his freedom and... some form of Trixie...? And if he failed, well... That wasn't something Jake needed to think very hard about. He'd already seen how all the others had died, and this bully of a teen didn't look like he would play nice like some of the other predators had.

In Jake's state of desperation, even the smallest hope of living on instead of being brutally murdered was undeniably enticing. Even if he knew, or at least confidently [i]suspected[/i] it was all just a lie. Being alone with this monster was terrible enough, but... bringing Trixie into it was just... it felt like the worst thing he could do to her at this point. She was dead and gone, and even remained so after he failed to bring her back. So... having a second chance to let her go through Hell again... it just felt [i]wrong[/i].

Jake quickly broke down into pitiful sobbing again. Even if that was all true, he still wanted to live despite his wishes to die; and most importantly, he didn't want to be so alone and scared. And if he gave up [i]now[/i], Magnus would surely oblige and just kill him where he stood, right...? Unfortunately, the feline had to further taint the deal, fingers tracing through the hare's head-fur in a manner that set Jake's panicking heart aflutter as he offered to 'sell' Trixie's mind-state to the fox that had so brutally ended Cyber.

“W-why-hy-hy...?! Why are you [i]doing[/i] this..? W-w-what's the [i]point[/i]?!” he wailed in misery, looking quite foolish in his frozen position as he blubbered on, “Sh-sh-she's already [i]dead[/i]...! Y-y-you're just... gonna kill her [i]again[/i], aren't you? C-can't you just let her rest in peace?! It—it's not even really her! I-i-it's just... another ghost...!”

Though he didn't appear to be at all on board with Magnus' little 'game', Jake continued to snivel and sob as he directed his next words to the dead vixen.

“[i]I-I'm so sorry, Trixie[/i]...! I... I don'wanna die, I'm just... I'm so [i]sca-ha-hared[/i]...! I'm not strong, I'm not brave... I-I-I'm just a... a selfish coward...!” Jake's head dropped as far as the paralysis would allow, eyes closed to block out his new, terrible reality while tears dripped freely from his snout.

“I-I... I know you're lying... Y-you're not gonna let me go, or any of us. Y-you just wanna make me think that, so... s-so I'll play your [i]stupid[/i]game. Y... you're a liar. [i]A-a-all[/i] of you predators are just... [i]stinking liars[/i]!” the buck snapped with a miserable quiver. “So just... g-get it over with, already...”

Cyberblade:

With a rather quick motion, Magnus grabbed Jake's chin and forced him to look him in the eye.  Growling while staring him down, he eventually let the boy down.  "I don't like games I'm guaranteed to win anymore than games I'm guaranteed to lose."  He huffed and circled the brat.

"It's no fun if there are no stakes.  You escape, you live. There's nothing more to it than that."  He wasn't entirely sure the people running the game would [i]actually[/i] let the boy go, but he himself would consider it a loss on his part whether they released him, sold him, or killed him in that scenario.

"But you're right, it's not [i]actually[/i] Trixie.  Either that fox kept her or she really snuffed it there, I dunno which and frankly I don't give a shit."  Magnus shrugged, it really didn't matter to him whether it was really Trixie or not.  She'd react and feel real soon enough and would absolutely shatter this boy's soul.  That's all that he cared about.

Still, he humored the cubs pitiful questions, "[i]Why[/i] though?  Fuck, haven't you ever had a [i]bully[/i], yah dumb bunny?"  The tiger sat his head down on Jake's shoulder while slinging a hand over the other side all buddy-buddy-like.  "Causing pathetic little shits like [i]you[/i] pain and agony is what I [i]live[/i] for.  It's [i]fun[/i].  The way you cry, the way you beg, the way you ask 'why'."  He whispered into Jake's ear with an evil grin, "The way you beg for death to be [i]quick[/i] when you [i]know[/i] it won't be."

Taking one final chance to grope the cub's butt and savor it, the tiger licked his lips before stepping back, away from the scared little hare.  With a flick of his wrist, the orb disappeared from view as he gave the boy distance to start from.

"When I snap my fingers, you'll be able to move again.  I'll give you a thirty second head-start.  You can choose to try to escape to spare you and the ghost from suffering, or you can stand there for thirty seconds and I'll make sure you both suffer even more than I would if you'd ran."

Magnus made it clear that he didn't care what the boy's hang-ups were, or whether or not Jake wanted it to go fast.  It was either play his game with the hope he wasn't lying, or don't play and ensure that not only would he hurt himself, but he would also sentence Trixie to one more trauma at his hands.

There was no more time for Jake to decide, Magnus was ready to play.  Raising his hands and getting his fingers into position, the teenager put his twisted idea of a game into motion with one simple sound.

[i]SNAP[/i]!

Mizzyam:

The sudden jerk as he was grabbed and forced to face the tiger again made Jake yelp in surprise, eyes flicking open and wincing in fear as the older male [i]growled[/i] in his face. Trapped in a brief but terrifying staring contest, it was a miracle the rabbit didn't wet himself on the spot with nowhere else to look but those intense amber eyes and their angry, slitted pupils directed at him like daggers.

From the sound of it, Magnus was looking to be [i]entertained[/i], but he didn't want his little game to be [i]unbalanced[/i]. At least on the [i]surface[/i] he seemed genuine about his offer, but Jake had already seen this scenario play out of a few times before. If he played the game, he'd just get hurt, abused, tortured and then killed anyway. And the last thing he wanted was to die as little more than 'entertainment'. Not that he really had much choice now... He [i]was[/i] going to die soon. It was just a matter of what [i]method[/i] and how [i]long[/i] it would take.

Trixie had to endure for [i]days[/i], her mind reduced to that of a horny pet, others had taken hours at least. He... he couldn't stand to suffer that long...

Speaking of the vixen, Magnus did little more than confirm that he didn't know what her fate was one way or the other, but more importantly that he didn't [i]care[/i] one bit. Clearly causing [i]pain[/i] was all the tiger [i][really/i] cared about, and if it wasn't obvious enough already, Magnus proceeded to get all 'buddy-buddy' with an incredibly unnerving proximity as he insulted Jake and put his head next to the frightened rabbit's to explain in a chilling whisper just how much he enjoyed causing cubs like Jake pain.

Yeah... this [i]was[/i] something Jake was familiar with, even if it didn't seem like it to Magnus. It just... never got any easier to deal with, knowing people like [i]him[/i] existed; so hateful and full of loathing for their fellow cubs that they always sought to hurt and embarrass him. Being pulled into this game had only been a momentary reprieve from that existence, merely to find himself in the clutches of the worst type of bullies. [i]Adults[/i].

The heat of Magnus' breath as he assured Jake that the death he'd been begging for wouldn't be quick made the next gasp catch in his throat as he quivered what little he could and whimpered miserably. He'd already suspected it wouldn't be an easy death, but he didn't want to even [i]consider[/i] how the tiger aimed to top being spit-roasted, dissolved and [i]crushed[/i] by a killer plant over the course or an entire day. And that much was clear just by how frantic he grew when the older boy grabbed his rear again and earned a shrill squeak for his effort.

The feline finally made some distance to stand in front of Jake again, but it did little to ease the hare's building tension as the orb vanished and Magnus proceeded to explain the 'rules'. Just a thirty second head-start, with his options being run and maybe—[i]probably[/i]—die later, or stay here like a deer-in-headlights and die [i]right now[/i]! The cat seemed to have little patience as well, even for introductory chat, as he suddenly raised his paws and snapped his fingers.

The sound alone made Jake flinch but then... abruptly the buck could move again, and his body immediately broke into full-body tremors as every part of him wanted to move all at once. Unfortunately, for a while now, Jake's legs had been reduced to jelly, and now that he was standing on them with his own power they wobbled, sending him backwards a couple steps before depositing him on his bare rump with a squeak, wide-eyed and staring up at the predator in open-mouthed terror.

[i]Only thirty seconds...!?[/i]

They were already ticking away as he sat there on his duff, dumbfounded and struggling to regain the strength in his limbs. Initially, the best he could do was kick his heels at the ground pushing himself backwards across the ground in a lewd display that did little to hide his exposed privates. When he saw what he was doing though, those thighs quickly slapped together as the boy rolled over onto paws and knees and kept crawling, eventually scrambling back onto his feet. Despite tripping a few times and inadvertently giving the unseen audience a few unflattering glimpses under his quivering tail, he quickly broke into a panicked, sobbing sprint.

Speed was Jake's only saving grace right now. It got him away from Magnus swiftly enough, but... he could only run full tilt in spurts, and after just a minute or two of running, and at least seven bends in the winding maze's path, the hare came to a breathless, stumbling halt, dropping to his paws and knees again and gasping for air as tears dotted the stone beneath him. His quivering breaths shook with every sob but he had to keep moving. Another bend here, a split in the path there; dead-end... dead-end... [i]dead-end[/i]...!

By the third dead-end Jake was starting to hyperventilate. He was [i]lost[/i] and being forced to back-track repeatedly. At any moment that horrible feline was going catch up to him, and that'd be it. All hope gone, even if it was just a [i]mirage[/i]. If nothing else, he wished he could at least see Trixie again and tell her for [i]real[/i]just how sorry he was. Not that it would make a difference at this juncture... He was [i]doomed[/i]. A dead rabbit walking. This was just the final act, and it was beginning to look like it would be very anti-climactic.

Cyberblade:

Thirty seconds was a generous guess for Magnus, the boy didn't exactly have a stopwatch.  He stood there hearing Jake's paws scurry across the stone floors, stretching a little like it was a sporting event to prepare for.

After what felt like enough time, the tiger began his hunt.  Entering into the maze himself with a run, he scrambled up a wall using a couple loose bricks as a foothold to get up on top of the maze.  The walls were tall enough that he couldn't just easily see wherever the rabbit was, but it did mean he could cover ground quickly.

Taking one deep breath, the teenage tiger unleashed the loudest roar of a yell he could.  

"GGRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!"

It echoed loudly around the caverns with a long reverb.  It likely terrified the young hare, but that wasn't its primary purpose.  Somewhere, the same gnolls who raped and killed Cinnamon returned to their original stations.  Various wheels and pullies began working on gnoll power, turning all sorts of mechanisms that made the maze roar to life.

Walls moved, revealing new paths.  Floors slid apart and revealed spiked pits.  Spears jutted in and out of the walls in various places.  Every kind of fantasy maze type trap was active and waiting for a small bun to stumble right into them. Just like Jake already had.  He would not have long to hyperventilate in his current position, not if he wanted to avoid the walls slowly starting to close in on both sides of him.

"Come on bunny!"  Magnus called out to the maze while hopping between walls more gracefully than one would expect a teenage boy to do.  "Run, run, run, it's the only thing other than [i]multiplying[/i] that worthless bunnies like [i]you[/i] are good at!"

Seeing some of the traps going, he wondered if the cub might be foolish enough to try to end himself with them, but he'd considered that in his request for this location.

"You better not be thinking of using those traps as a way out, either!"  The tiger laughed and called out, "They're programmed to make you [i]suffer[/i]and respawn like they would have [i]outside[/i] the eliminations!  You'll just return to the center and we'll start [i]all[/i] over, again and again!"

The tiger paused and laughed some more, "Ya know what, [i]go ahead[/i]!  Do it!  End yerself, just like you were gonna before!  I can watch you kill yourself over and over, all [i]week[/i]!"

Mizzyam:

Jake [i]really[/i] didn't have long at all to fret over having lost his sense of direction before that spine-chilling roar filled the air and shook the walls with its reverberation. The shock it sent up his spine was so triggering to his instincts that the second his right ear picked it up, the buck pivoted sharply on one foot, abandoning his current direction, only to immediately slam into the wall on his left, just shy of rounding a corner, in his sudden, inexplicable need to go in the [i]opposite[/i] direction of the terrifying sound.

Stumbling for a half-dozen feet as he struggled to keep his legs under him, he eventually backed up into the nearest wall as the ground began to shake ominously. It took the rabbit nearly a solid minute just to work out what on [i]earth[/i] was happening all of a sudden as stone dragged across the ground, opening up a new path in front of him, while simultaneously sealing off the way he'd just come. The entire maze had sprung to life again, just like it had at the very beginning, before Cinnamon ended up distracted the gnolls from their task.

With the new life injected into the world around him though, it wasn't just walls on the move, but the floor as well. As he backed up down the narrowing corridor in nervous panic, the ground behind him cracked apart in the middle and began to open up a terrible maw full of spikes at the bottom. Jake [i]narrowly[/i] avoided becoming another statistic in the maze right then and there as his ears drew the impending danger to his attention, just shy of stepping backwards into the lethal abyss. With a yelp, he twisted around and stumbled forward, leaping across the gap and right onto a pressure plate that instantly fired a compliment of razor-sharp spikes from the walls to his left and right.

Another stunning near-collision stared him in the face as he leaned back in the nick of time, a barrier of horizontal spears now blocking his path, with a row right at eye-level, as if he needed to know just how close he'd come to having his head skewered. The spikes eventually disengaged with a clunk and retreated back into the walls, but now Jake had a [i]much[/i] better idea of just how [i]fucked[/i] he was.

He hadn't even managed to enter the maze the first time, much less try to complete it [i]without[/i] all the traps active, but now Jake was forced to relive his initial failure in the worst way possible; dropped randomly within its walls with the task of finding a way out, while every trap was actively seeking to end him. And if that weren't bad enough, Magnus' taunting voice called out from the distance, somewhere overhead and drawing nearer even as he was being told to run like the prey he was.

Just the sound of that feline's voice was enough to instill a visceral terror as Jake took off running again, panicking as he looked left and right for more traps, but even if he had known what to look for, there was no escaping the multiple near-misses that followed. Poisoned arrows whizzing past his head, so close as to graze his ears, a trap-door opening under his feet that he escaped only thanks to another lucky, instinctive leap before the ground dropped away, but what made him realize that this maze was just as deadly as every other  challenge, were the boulder-size, razor-sharp spinning blades that burst into the scene so unexpectedly, that they literally shaved the skin off the tip of his nose, as he came to an abrupt stop on the tips of his toes.

One more inch and he'd have lost his snout in brutal fashion, any further than that and the entire front half of his face would've been sliding down the opposing side of the blades. That brush with death was [i]particularly[/i] impactful, dropping the hare to the ground in wide-eyed, stunned and silent horror as the blades slowly retracted with a hissing rasp of scraping metal. As soon as they were gone Jake frantically scrambled to the other side, his heart pounding in his chest with the fear of dying before Magnus could even lay his claws on him at the front of his mind.

As if on cue then, Magnus coldly called out again with a cackling laugh, warning Jake against wilfully killing himself on the traps. The thought hadn't even occurred to him in the heat of the moment, but now a part of Jake was suddenly calculating whether he even [i]could[/i] use that mechanism to his benefit; especially when the tiger informed him that he'd be sent back to that start position. Of course... even if he could use it against Magnus as a way to create distance, it still meant he'd have to [i]willingly[/i] let one of these awful traps kill him first, and of the handful he'd encountered thus far, they all had a worrying ability to potentially maim without instantly killing.

And clearly the feline knew that, as another cackle filled the entire cavern, reigniting Jake's panic and sending him running through another frightening gauntlets of spikes, spears, arrow and pitfalls, in a desperate effort to keep that taunting laughter from getting closer while Magnus went from warning him against killing himself, to whole-heartedly encouraging it [i]because[/i] the traps were programmed to make him suffer. That knowledge [i]really[/i] didn't help to inspire the will to keep pushing forward and risking his neck, but it at least confirmed Jake's suspicions; that the tiger had been the one trying to goad him into suicide back on the giant's steps.

What else could Jake do but keep running, breathless, dizzy with fear and relying on his hearing to keep Magnus far away, but... it could only last for so long. After several more minutes and countless bends and turns down more dangerous gauntlets, with every corridor now a potential death sentence, it was really just a matter a time before the hare found a trap that he couldn't escape. Learning on the fly how certain traps worked and how to avoid them was all well and good, but there were always dangers lying in wait. Ones he knew about, and others that really just... [i]sprang[/i] up on him, catching the boy off-guard.

Eventually Jake make a fatal mistake with one such pressure-plate-activated bear-trap. Though cobbled together from the bone-jaws of some fantastical creature, it burst out of the ground nonetheless with the force and damage of its metal counterpart and clamped tight around Jake's calf, digging deep into his flesh and muscle and cracking the bone as Jake let out an unfiltered, agonized shriek before both paws clasped over his muzzle and he dropped to the floor, writhing in pain.

The trap was arguably more destructive that it's real-world comparison, as it's wide, toothy maw had nearly 'bitten' the affected limb clean off. If Jake had enough wherewithal, he probably could've crawled forward until it tore off entirely, but the pain was unbearable as it was, and where he'd landed the ground began to open up in front him, revealing another pitfall a few feet ahead. Clearly, if he [i]hadn't[/i] been snared by those clamping jaws, he would've just walked straight into his death anyway, but now that he was effectively 'caught', what more could the hare do but panic and try to pry the jaws apart, weeping, panting breathlessly and just... [i]watching[/i] the blood gushing out of his leg, and staining his fur crimson.

Any second now the tiger would be upon him, but... even if he could get his leg free, it was effectively mangled. Running was suddenly not one of his options anymore, and that short list was quickly shrinking as he frantically dug his fingers in around the teeth until they bled, gritting his own as he grunted and groaned as much from the strain as from the fresh waves of agony his efforts caused. It was getting hard to see what he was even doing through all the tears, but time was running out. Fast.

Cyberblade:

The shriek of agony from the bunny's mouth echoed through the cave even louder than his roar had.  A shiver went up Magnus' spine, his tail twitching in ecstasy wondering just what had happened to the brat.

Jumping a few walls over and leaping down, the sight of Jake's nearly dismembered leg was quite a surprise.

"Mmm, it's gonna be hard to keep running like that isn't it?"  The tiger slowly approached, grinning from ear to ear the entire time.  The cub was desperately trying to claw his limb free from the toothy trap snapped tightly around it, and that made the boy want to just add to his suffering.

"Let me HELP-" He stomped down on the blood stained rabbit's leg as hard as he could, severing the limb the rest of the way in the process, "-you with that."  He laughed at the way that the young boy flailed in agony now minus one limb.

Picking up the severed foot, the tiger smirked, "A lucky rabbit's foot...probably defective though; didn't help [i]you[/i]."  Seeing the one-footed boy scurrying away from him, he didn't notice that the cub had narrowly dodged another trigger plate on the floor as he menacingly followed him while licking his lips.

"This is gonna be so much fun, I can't wait to break off the oth-"

Without a clue it was about to happen a spear lunged from the wall next to him and cut him off mid sentence.  The shaft had narrowly missed the tiger's face by a whisker, making his nose twitch with the skipped heartbeat.  "Hey! Fuck, maybe it still works after all!?"  He smirked, not sure if the boy intended to goad him into nearly stepping into that trap or if it'd just been an accident but it certainly added to the thrill.

Seeing where Jake had crawled to, the tiger laughed as the walls began closing in around the helpless bunny.  He was clearly too injured to crawl away from it fast enough, he was certainly about to be fatally crushed.

"See you back where we started."  The feline smirked coyly before stepping back to enjoy the show.

Mizzyam:

By the time Magnus had tracked him down, Jake fingers were so bloody that he kept slipping in his feeble efforts to pry open the bony bear-trap, and when the tiger leapt down into the corridor Jake yelped in terror and flung himself away to look behind at the still-open pit. He had to get away and [i]successfully[/i] kill himself if he had any hope of holding out for even a moment longer now. His executioner had caught up, and though Jake's leg was [i]mostly[/i] severed, flesh still clung together between the jaw's teeth.

Just a few feet ahead laid another hidden trap, one that the hare recognized as the barrier of spikes. Hard to make lethal, easy to cause maiming injury, but... most importantly, creates a 'wall' of bars that's impossible to get passed until they retract. It'd buy the cub a few precious seconds at least to reach the pit just beyond it, but... even pulling a little bit on his maimed leg caused such mind-numbing shock-waves of pain that the increasingly nauseous buck had to thump his forehead on the floor a few times to regain some clarity and used it to prop himself up as he reeled with the urge to vomit.

Magnus had taken his time approaching, really milking the awful experience as he commented on Jake's captivity rather than the injury itself, but when he eventually got within range, the feline offered to 'help'. And then stomped down on the trap, crunching it the rest of the way through Jake's leg, such that the poor limb, which had long since gone numb from the throbbing pain, simply separated at the mid-point of his shin. The scream that followed was perhaps the most visceral and feral Jake had ever uttered as he flung himself back a foot or two to grasp his bloody, gushing stump in utter horror.

It was gone. Just like that. Even in his pain-addled brain, there had been the slightest hope the limb might be even remotely salvageable, but watching Magnus pick up his disembodied foot, with toes still twitching but very much no longer a part of his body as the older boy mocked its 'luck' status, that hope was crushed so thoroughly that Jake found the will, the power, the capacity, to turn away in horror and vomit.

He didn't have much to expel other than bile of course, but the next plan of action was painfully, so [i]very[/i] painfully clear. It was literally die by his own hand, or Magnus' claws. And seeing the way the predator toyed with his lifeless, dismembered limb, it was a no-brainer which to choose. Still, Jake had to make the arduous and agonizing crawl forward through the spear-wall trap without triggering it right away, which was difficult with one paw religiously dedicated to clutching his stumped leg as tight as it could.

Awkwardly, but with the gusto of an injured, feral rabbit, Jake managed to get to paws and... knee, dragging  the other along with one arm as he scrambled frantically across the trap's threshold with Magnus in pursuit, but just before the tiger could reach him, the hare slammed his bloody stump on the pressure-plate with an agonized cry, dragging himself through to the opposite side just in time to avoid a spear going in one ass-cheek and out the other!

His pursuer however wasn't as lucky, only spared an unpleasant lip-goring thanks to an instinctive, reflexive jerk of his head to the side as the spears flew past his face, tickling the hairs of his whiskers and severing just one of them, which floated down for a quietly stunned Jake to see, before looking up at a wickedly grinning cat who hadn't [i]just[/i] seen his own near-death experience, but was [i]thrilled[/i] by it. An adrenaline junkie to be sure.

Jake however, was sick to his stomach and dizzy from all the adrenaline pumping through [i]his[/i] system; and out through his severed leg. The clunk of the spears beginning their gradual retreat snapped the hare out of his stunned state, and he quickly resumed scrambling, with [i]both[/i] arms this time, frantic to reach the edge quickly and assess. Was it deep enough? Were the spikes close enough to kill on impact...?

Bloody paws and leaking leg made quite the trail to the edge of the drop as Jake leaned over, only having a few precious seconds to realize... there [i]were[/i] no spikes. It was just a straight drop. Maybe... ten feet...? Was that far enough to kill himself? Maybe... if he 'landed right'. But something felt off. He hadn't seen a pit like this before. Just a ten-foot drop and nothing at the bottom? It didn't make sense. And rather than the floor being two slabs over a drop that opened up, the space was more like two massive stone blocks that spread apart.

At the far end he spied what looked like some means of climbing the far wall to continue down the corridor, but it didn't fully click why that was, or what the nature of this trap was. He had to go [i]now[/i], fast, before Magnus caught up, and he didn't have the time to think it through, so Jake panicked, psyched himself up with an increasing chorus of panting whines and then... pulled himself over the edge, trying to land head-first. He failed.

The second he was in free-fall, his instincts triggered and made him flail as he flipped end-over-end and threw a paw out to catch himself automatically, only for his right fore-arm to snap and fold in half under his weight to another loud, agonized cry. He twisted onto his chest in a heap, and struggled with his one good arm to start crawling, even slower than before as he dragged a limp arm with an extra bend in it.

Jake only managed a few inches distance from the blood-splatter he'd made on impact, before the 'walls' of the pit to either side suddenly began to move, grinding stone as they slowly started to narrow the passage. Only then did the rabbit finally realize just what he'd inadvertently signed up for. With two limbs unusable, there was no hope in [i]Hell[/i] that he could climb the far side, even though he kept crawling towards it in an increasing panic, because it was obvious what was coming. And when he only managed to halve the distance, fear and horror consumed him as he gave up and sat up to twist himself into a position to push against the walls as three feet became two feet, became one foot and then...

Well, then he realized just how bad an idea trying to prop his remaining good limbs between the gap was, as they quickly became trapped, then started to crush. But the walls, the walls didn't forgive, or even yield a little. They just kept slowly grinding closer and closer, closing the gap with Jake inside, screaming in excruciating agony as the bones in his arm and leg cracked, snapped apart and then buckled his flesh until the broken bones met more resistance and repeated the process. Eventually his ribs could no longer expand, his head became locked in place and...

Then there was no more give, no more compression that his body could accomplish, so flesh began to split, ribs cracked, and Jake gasped and gurgled in wide-eyed, mind-numbing horror as the pressure on his skull grew and grew, cracking, splitting the bone, squishing his brain. An eye burst out of its socket to an agonized, breathless groan as the gap reach half-a-foot and shrinking, but now even the walls seemed to struggle a little to finish the job, so there was the rumble of another gear engaging. In that moment just before death, Jake was able to see that menacing grin on Magnus' face through the narrow gap in the walls with his one, blood-shot eye; then in burst in his socket, and immediately after, so did his entire body.

From a crushed solid to liquid gore, the remaining gap snapped shut, sending a jet of the hare's blood and viscera upwards to splatter back down on the floor. The only indication a trap was even there. And just like that Jake was dead once more, instantly being shunted all the way back to the assigned starting point, where he leapt upright from a prone position with a [i]horrified[/i] scream!

Still wide-eyed and fresh off his most brutal death yet, Jake was immediately running on adrenaline and sheer feral terror again. He didn't even consider the possibility that he might've been going the wrong way when he saw that familiar entrance that Magnus had passed through earlier. All he knew was the tiger was somewhere behind him now, so going the [i]opposite[/i] direction was the only viable option. He scrambled to his feet and bolted as fast as he could on his fresh, undamaged legs.

By now, Jake had the hang of recognizing certain traps, but the further he ran, the less he saw new, unfamiliar ones. At this point though, he was struggling to avoid injury just from the easy traps now, as his panic led him into a scratch on the shoulder from a spear-trap, a poison dart in his right arm that paralyzed it, and an unnervingly deep cut into his left thigh from a particularly sneaky bladed trap. But overall, the path got easier over time, and the rabbit genuinely felt nothing but [i]relief[/i] that it wasn't getting deadlier.

So when he finally stumbled around one last corner to see a long stretch leading to what looked like an [i]actual[/i] exit, he was [i]thrilled[/i] beyond words. His expression lit up with the vaguest sense of hope as he scrambled forward despite the bloody gash in his limping leg soaking the fur crimson all the way down to his heel, and leaving a trail of footprints behind. Even his paralyzed arm was beginning to regain feeling and motor-control again, making it easier to lean on the wall for support as he walked. 

For [i][once/i] it seemed like things were finally working out for Jake.

Once he reached the end, he could at least see if Magnus was being serious about his offer, but even if he wasn't, Jake could at [i]least[/i] have the satisfaction of actually not just completing the maze, but on its intended difficulty. No one [i]else[/i] had done that, after all. So... he could feel a [i]little[/i] smug about it, right? Right...?

Cyberblade:

The tiger watched in glee the entire agonizing process as the massive grinding stone slabs closed in and squeezed little Jake.  He could hear the bones cracking and snapping as the poor bun was squeezed tighter and tighter.  The process started with loud agonized cries, but quickly he couldn't breathe in enough to let out anymore squeals.

Leaning in closer to watch the cubs final moments, the way his head beginning to warp and crack as an eye popped from his socket.  That look of pain and terror in the boy's eye staring back at him was exhilarating for the teenage tiger.  His sociopathic smirk likely kept the boy from noticing that he was rock hard and poking through his loincloth.

[i]SLAM[/i]! The whole room shook as the last of Jake's skeleton gave way and the stone slabs slammed into each other.  A fountain of blood and bits splashing upwards out of the pit to stain the floor and the sadistic teenager who decided to bathe in it.

Mere seconds later a soul-rending shriek unlike any he'd heard before echoed from the center of the maze and the tiger knew the game was still on.  Scrambling back up the wall to run over the maze again, he sprinted back to the center knowing full well the boy was going to go the other way in the maze now.

It didn't take long for him to catch up with the hare, and he watched for a moment just to see him panic.  He observed as the cub paralyzed his arm, as the boy earned a deep cut into his leg, as he ran and panicked.  It was quite an entertaining show, he didn't want it to end but at the same time he was desperate to join the action.

Finally entering a nice long hallway without traps, the tiger knew it was time to end this little part of his game.  Running along the top of the wall he leapt, arms outstretched, and slammed into Jake with a full force tackle.  The two boys tumbled and rolled across the stone floor, and the young bun managed to slip past Magnus' grip; now fueled by a fresh surge of adrenaline, he kept sprinting.

Quickly jumping to his feet, the tiger gave chase.  Jacob being a bunny he was extremely fast in spurts, but Magnus being older and larger was able to keep up.  There were no more traps between them, only the hunt remained.

To Jake, Magnus likely looked like a demon.  Chasing him as fast as he could, covered in dried blood and specks of his other body's flesh and wearing very little but a loincloth at this point.  The tigers heart was pounding as he chased the boy down, swiping his back with his claws multiple times.

It was all show though, he could grab the bun at any time and he knew it.  With the boy just a few feet from that seemingly glorious exit, Magnus tackled him once more, sinking his claws into the boys shoulders and sending him careening into the floor.

"Hehehe!  WOO!"  The tiger cheered, putting a knee onto the boy's back with all his weight and ensuring that Jake wasn't going anywhere.  "Fucking hell!  That was a fun little hunt, wasn't it?"  He knew that the boy wouldn't agree, but it was rhetorical anyways.

Magnus smirked, enjoying the squirms and cries of the cub beneath him as he reached to the back of his loincloth belt and began to untie it.  The cloth part falling away and revealing his raging feline hard-on, yet that wasn't the purpose of this undressing.

At the end of the rope was a pronged choke collar that had been hanging off the tigers waist this entire thing.  Forcing it around Jake's neck despite his protests, he yanked on the rope to pull it tight and force the prongs to dig painfully into the cubs neck while choking him.

"You lost."  He growled into Jake's ear, "You're my pet bunny now."  Letting up the weight on his knee, he didn't give the little bun the same chance before starting to drag him along to his final fate.

How long would it take the boy to realize he was being dragged the same way he'd already been running?

Mizzyam:

Jake had been practically hobbling along before the sudden, unexpected collision from behind, but after an extended tumble which he came out of propped up on all-fours like a literal, feral rabbit, he realized quickly, with wide-eyed panic that his pursuer hadn't just caught up to him in the last hundred yards from his goal, but that Magnus was dangerously intent on ensuring he [i][didn't/i] reach it. He didn't even need his screaming instincts to tell him that, since the tiger had his claws extended during that scuffle and Jake's skin was already stinging from some fresh pinpricks in his flesh.

The instant Jake had gotten his feet back under him, his instincts completely took over, and thank God they did as the next few moments were downright barbaric; like something straight out of National Geographic, the buck ducked past Magnus to sprint frantically for the exit, with the predator in hot pursuit. Jake's body knew its limits, and when it couldn't maintain forward speed anymore, he stopped sharply and changed direction to avoid his attacker, but that just left him open for the feline's claws to rake across his shoulder-blades, eliciting a sharp yelp from the buck as he shifted directions again, ducking to narrowly avoid getting caught by a second swipe that instead of getting his head, found his ears and made long bloody trails down their length.

Twisting around sharply to get on all-fours again, the buck sprinted forward again, gaining only a few more feet before the tiger was suddenly in front of him and he had to hit the breaks to swerve and end up get swiped by the cat's claws [i][again/i]. Even through the panic Jake could tell Magnus was just toying with him. The older boy was more skilled in every way. He was faster and a way better fighter with honed instincts, whereas the hare could barely [i]dodge[/i].

Or rather... every movement he made felt like he was moving in slow motion, while Magnus looked like he had a speed buff, dancing around him and inflicting more pain before his prey could even react. Every little movement Jake made only led him into the path of his next attack, and they all seemed to exclusively target the rabbit's back, making it even hard to move and react to the next assault.

Eventually Jake realized he was quickly running out of time. He had to reach the exit while he could still move, but that last mad dash he made was probably exactly what Magnus had been expecting and waiting for. All strategy and planning had fallen away, and it was just Jake and the exit. He [i]needed[/i] to reach it. So he took off on all-fours in a blind panic, screaming and crying as his scratched up back stung and his injured leg burned, fleeing with reckless abandon and desperation.

But it just wasn't enough. All he'd done was given Magnus the perfect opportunity to pounce, and, just a few feet shy of the maze's threshold, Jake felt needle-like claws dig into his shoulders, before the full weight of the older boy came crashing down on him, slamming his face into the hard stone floor and skidding the naked, bloody-nosed hare to a stop, face down and groaning in stunned confusion.

The tiger let out a whooping cry of adrenaline as he pinned Jake down with a knee in the back, but it took a few moments just for the cub to shake off the dizziness and realize... he'd [i]lost[/i]! Magnus sure seemed to think the whole experience had been a [i]blast[/i], but that 'hunt' as he called it was [i]anything[/i] but.

“No.. no...! I—i-it's not [i]fair[/i], I was... I was s-so [i]close[/i]..!” he whimpered and squirmed clawing at the stone floor with his own blunt nubs, trying to pull himself forward and reach for that threshold, just inches out of reach. It was... such a [i]tease[/i]! He was RIGHT THERE! [i]Just[/i] out of reach!

As he sobbed, he kept trying to reach for it, even as he cast frightened glances back at the feline that was removing his loin-cloth. Seeing the older boy's spiny organ was only cause for [i]more[/i] terrified whines as he'd already seen what those barbs could do to the inside of a person, thanks to an unfortunate Ash...

Somehow more terrifying in the moment however, was the 'collar' that appeared to have been a part of Magnus' loin-cloth the entire time. It bore a number of metal prongs that one might've thought were to decorate the outside of it, but when the tiger forced it around Jake's neck and suddenly tightened it, the real purpose quickly became clear.

Despite his effort to resist the new accessory, the collar tightened and just like that he couldn't breath to cry or beg or complain. Instead he gagged and stiffened beneath the cruel cat, limbs trembling as he dug his fingers in around the collar, trying in vain to loosen it. Magnus had Jake's full attention at that point, when he confirmed the dreaded reality with a little too much pleasure in his voice. Jake had lost. But worse than that, the tiger was call him his 'pet'. The possibility that he might actually live after all this and be forced into the same role that Trixie had taken to almost [i]naturally[/i], was by far more dreadful to consider than just dying.

After everything he'd endured so far, he didn't [i][want/i] to live anymore, and he would've reiterated as much if he could even speak at the moment, but instead he struggled just to take in enough air to keep from passing out as Magnus started to move, taking advantage of the situation to begin dragging Jake somewhere. He was starting to see stars from the lack of oxygen, but Jake still managed to squirm and kick his legs ineffectively, he just had no idea where they were going. Was he being dragged back into the maze to be thrown into one of the traps, or out into the open where some cruel new torture device awaited?

All he knew was [i]Magnus[/i] was taking him there, and that kicking the ground and clawing at the feline's collar and rope as he was being dragged along wasn't doing anything but giving him an ant's-eye-view of the cavern overhead.

Cyberblade:

Magnus dragged Jake a good twenty to thirty feet by the leash alone before he stopped and sighed.  Like any impatient, lazy teenager the hard work between the fun bits was quickly becoming a chore.  Letting just enough slack into the leash that the collar allowed the bun to breathe, the tiger turned to him and growled.

"Get up, bitch."  His face scrunched up in a snarl, "If I have to drag your ass the whole fucking way, you're going to regret it."

Before Jake could force himself to his feet or say no, Magnus was already yanking him up by the collar.  The prongs dug painfully into his neck in the process but eventually the cub managed to shakily get to his feet.

"Good boy."  The tiger's snarl turned to a smirk in an instant, "Now come."  He turned and kept walking, whether Jake actually kept up or not wasn't particularly his concern at this point.  The cub would either learn his place and obey or fail and suffer.

Dragging the terrified, white-furred hare along towards what was seemingly an exit, they stepped through revealing the mazes external walls and the large staircase up to the torture chamber.  Surely by now Jake had realized his massive blunder in running the opposite way of Magnus' location earlier, but if not the tiger was certainly ready to rub it in.

"Bahaha! Bet you didn't you know were running towards the [i]entrance[/i] did you? Fucking loser!"

Pulling the cub up the stairs despite any protests or struggles he may have put up, the torch-lit hallway was all that was left between the maze and Jake's ultimate fate.  It was a short walk really, but for the terrified young bun it must have felt like a mile.

Stepping through the large stone door one more time, there was something immediately different feeling about the very space they occupied.  Like stepping between a warm and cold biome only much more subtle.  Everyone had only been blipped from challenge space directly into elimination space, this had been the first case where they stepped into it.  Jake was given a sense of the change in danger levels that likely none of his friends had ever experienced, and it certainly did not help him feel any better.

The massive stone slabs began to close behind them with the same grinding and shaking they had made the first time the gate had opened.  Magnus wondered if those sounds would give the young bun some kind of PTSD attack or something, but it wasn't the end of the world if he was too distracted by the sights of the torture chamber to notice.

Every kind of fantasy torture device imaginable was available and then some.  Racks, iron maidens, pillories, whips, chains, knives, all of it.  Even worse, some anachronistic devices were spread through the room, power tools, drills, saws, even an industrial wood-chipper.  The frightened bun would have trouble determining what implements were worst, if there weren't something even more distracting than all that in the center of the room.

As if a spotlight was shining upon her like a prized trophy in a cabinet, it made it impossible to focus on anything else. Trixie was in the very center of the room on display for Jake and the audience alike.

The blonde haired fox was completely naked, her arms bound above her head and to a chain connected to the ceiling.  Her legs were forced open by a spreader bar and her feet could barely touch the floor.

But yet she did not look uncomfortable.  Indeed her body was completely limp, [i]exactly[/i] like little Jake had seen her last before she disappeared.  There may have even been little dried bits of bunny juices left in her fur.  Every ounce of shame he'd had over what he'd done to her exploded to the forefront of his mind with one simple but traumatizing sentence.

"ERROR: Mind-state 'Hatchett, Trixie' unavailable: CCU8:04P3 contains no data."

Mizzyam:

It wasn't for lack of trying to get on his feet that had Jake being dragged so far like a lump of meat before Magnus got fed up with it, just that, whenever he [i]did[/i] get an arm or a leg under him to roll over, he'd balk at being pulled forward and then, well, he was on his back again, dizzy and trying to breathe as his face reddened with the effort. Maybe the impatient feline finally noticed he was being too rough, or that the collar was too tight, but more likely he was just annoyed that his new 'pet' wasn't keeping pace with its master as it was being taken to slaughter.

Eventually, for [i]whatever[/i] reason, the collar was finally loosened and Jake was able to take some much needed, ragged gasps with paws still clutching and pulling to try and relieve the pressure of the prongs, which hadn't just dug irritated welts into his neck, but drawn blood from a few spots. The hare was barely given the chance to regain some focus as Magnus growled at him to get up, with the threat of 'regretting it' if he didn't.

At least for the moment Jake was frantic enough to oblige just to avoid being choked again, but he struggled to get his quivering limbs under him for the task. He barely got to one knee before the rope went taut again and he was lifted by the tightening choke-collar back onto his shaky legs with a sobbing groan. Once his feet were under him the collar slackened again and the rabbit dropped onto his heels, wobbling on rubbery knees until he righted himself back onto his toes.

Quick to embrace himself with a miserable shiver, Jake shrivelled visibly at being called a 'good boy', but when he was ordered to follow, he obeyed without hesitation at first, simply to keep enough slack so the rope didn't tighten the collar again, but as they passed beyond the walls of the maze and entered the clearing beyond it, the hare started to slow. Wide-eyed with silent horror, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Magnus wasn't leading him to the exit passage that had led out into the wide-open landscape of their first campsite, instead, Jake was staring up in growing realization of his mistake at the towering pillar and staircase that had led into the maze chamber from their initial starting zone.

The buck came to a sharp, mortified halt then, one side of his face twitching as tears welled up in his eyes and the collar suddenly tightened. He didn't budge despite the pain, not until Magnus gave the rope a hard jerk and brought Jake stumbling down onto his knees, but at that point the tiger must've looked back and noticed the crushed look of utter defeat on his captive's face, as he broke into a hair-raising cackle and confirmed with great mirth that not only had Jake unwittingly gone the wrong way, but that he was, indeed, a [i]fucking loser[/i].

Jake settled onto paws and knees then, set to wallow in despair, but Magnus had other plans. The collar tightened to unbearable levels quickly, forcing the rabbit to scamper forward awkwardly on all-fours until they reached the stairs. The ascent helped him get back onto his own two feet again, but the rabbit was an emotional mess by the time they reached the top. Why...? Why was he letting this monster just slow-walk him to his own demise...? He should be fighting back like Cyber and Sebastian, instead of just whimpering and shrinking away in fear like the coward he was, whenever his executioner even [i][looked/i] at him.

Maybe it was the fear that Magnus [i]could[/i] hold back on his cruelty and depravity if he obeyed, but simply [i]wouldn't[/i] if he didn't. There was really no way to know for sure if doing as he was told would [i]actually[/i] earn him less pain though, there was just the fear that continuing to resist would somehow be [i]worse[/i] than what he'd been put through already. And sure, so far the maze [i]itself[/i] had done more to traumatize him than the tiger, but only because being chased by a predator [i]through[/i] one had him panicking and making mistakes from the very start.

Just looking back on it now, it was clear... Jake had never stood a chance. Not now, and not even at the very beginning during the first challenge. If it hadn't been a tutorial stage, he would've been the first to lose for sure.

Sadly, the time for looking back was coming to a close, as the final walk down the short, torch-lit corridor was all that remained of the journey back to the very beginning. And though it wasn't a long walk, it still seemed to take forever, with every step forward getting harder than the last. He was a [i]literal[/i]dead-rabbit-walking, now. This was the final stretch, and he was just... [i]letting[/i] in happen. It stung to know he couldn't even bring himself to fight back. To loose the collar, pull it over his head and run back in the opposite direction; but that surely would've given Magnus cause to inflict greater pain, and as it was, every time he even thought about balking, the collar tightened and jerked him forward.

Inevitably they reached the massive stone doors that had led the initial group toward a world of suffering and loss, but this them they opened to let the pair of cubs [i][into/i] the large dungeon instead. As Jake hesitantly crossed the threshold, he felt an instinctive shiver run down his spine, like he'd just walked into a bear's den that was still warm. Like he'd entered a lethal space, where something dangerous hid, beyond the countless implements and devices that could cause pain, injury and death. Something alive with malice.

This was the place where he was going to die, Jake could [i]feel[/i] it. An awful, dark, dank dungeon with its torch sconces burning yellow-orange to shed light on all the ways in which Magnus could inflict maximum torment before putting the hare out of his misery.

The grinding of stone as the doors slowly closed, seeking to trap him in this space, sent another chill up his spine, the heavy [i]CLUNK[/i] as they locked into place making the buck flinch and wilt in submissive defeat. Well... that was it. His last chance to bolt and catch Magnus off-guard, gone, just like that. He let that happen too, just like he was going to let himself die. It was the torture, the [i]pain[/i], that Jake was really fearing right now.

All of that fear and trepidation fell away for just a brief moment though, as Jake's downward gaze was invariably drawn to the spectacle on display in the center of the room. His eyes widened instantly in shock and recognition, but he barely even noticed the fact she was completely naked. It just made it more obvious who it was, anyway. It was Trixie! A familiar face he hadn't seen since his botched revival, but though she didn't look uncomfortable, Jake couldn't overlook the fact the vixen was forced to stand on the tips of her toes, restrained with arms overhead and a bar between her ankles.

Any other details were overlooked in the moment by the sudden, overwhelming sense of dread and panic as Jake bolted passed Magnus unexpectedly, trying to cover the remaining distance to hug the girl, but Jake only made it as far as the rope would allow before the collar tightened sharply and he was yanked clean off his feet. He dropped hard onto the floor with a pained cry and looked up at the fox as she remained unchanged, calling out with a croak, “T-Trixie..!”

That must've triggered the automated response, as she proceeded to repeat the same string of words that Jake had come to deeply loathe more than anything else. In fact his expression even briefly twisted into disappointed rage, but only in passing, before he practically prostrated himself before her like she was some kind of Goddess, and took in her otherwise silent radiance with tears in his eyes.

“T... Trixie...?” he whined with quivering lips, a half-glance in the direction he sensed Magnus from, then, “I'm... I—I'm so sorry...”

It was already painful enough just to see her like this again, but Jake had a dreadful suspicion it was only going to get worse now.

Cyberblade:

The way the young cub practically forgot his situation at the sight of the fox girl was all Magnus needed to know that this was going to be fun.  The shame, sorrow, and self-loathing were all palpable, and he knew he could crank it up to eleven.

"Damn fucking right you should be sorry."  Magnus laughed, "Well, not to her, to [i]me[/i]."  He yanked the cub back to his side and grabbed a hold of one of his long rabbit ears so he could speak into the other.

"If anything, I'm jealous."  The tiger smirked and held Jake close, "The way you hurt her, the way you [i]kept[/i]hurting her even after she was a fucking [i]zombie[/i]."

The tiger licked his lips and continued with a laugh, "Hell, just by fucking her you hurt that [i]other[/i]bitch too.  The one that left that pretty little stain right over there!" He pointed to the massive bloodstain in the stone floor where Ash had received her 'collar'.

"And then without either of those cunts to fill, you went after that other dumb fucking fox and took her ass just like the best of us!"  The tiger could feel the boy shaking and sobbing in his hands as every horrible thing Jake had done was thrown back at him as if it were something to be proud of.

"You're a bully just-. Like-. Me."  He punctuated every word to really drive it home.  The vile smirk on his face was dripping with lust, "But in the end you're [i]still[/i]just a dumb fucking bunny."

Magnus began to rub his cock against the young buns cheeks and press it towards his lips using his tight grip on his ear for leverage.  "Now make like a dumb fucking bunny and suck my cock."  He flicked his wrist again to briefly reveal the orb of Trixie's mind-state.  "Unless you want me to revive yer little fox bitch and explain exactly why [i]she[/i] has to do it instead."

He took a seat on a nearby stool, pulling the cub down to his knees while he spread his legs with a cocky smirk, "So will you do as you're fucking told, or will you make me do it to the girl instead?"

Mizzyam:

Just the sound of Magnus' voice was enough to make Jake flinch and hunch his shoulders in shame. The last thing he wanted to hear was the tiger agreeing with him that he should feel sorry, even if, or maybe especially [i]because[/i] he twisted it around to say Jake should be sorry to the older male instead.

Even if he'd wanted to make a retort, the collar suddenly tightening as he was yanked backwards put a halt to that. He [i]tried[/i] to struggle as he was pulled into range of the feline, but a hand grabbing one of his ears tightly made him stiffen in fear. Jake had decided earlier just how much he [i]hated[/i] hearing that menacing voice in his ear, but it was the [i]words[/i] that cut him like a knife as Magnus hurled accusations at him. More than enough to encourage at least some kind of push-back, but...

“N-n-no, I—I didn't... Th-that's not what I--” he stammered uselessly, trying and failing to come up with any good excuse for his actions, but at this point, Magnus was just repeating what Jake's own conscience kept telling him.

It was one thing attacking himself though, another entirely to receive that hate and scorn and... oh God... even [i]praise[/i] from a genuinely awful bully, on the matter of his actions. Jake felt sick as he tried to squirm, unable to hold back the tears and the sobbing, but trying to twist his head away as far as he could. Unfortunately all that did was point him towards the disturbing blood-stain nearby as Magnus licked his lips and laughed while laying the blame for more shameful deeds at his feet regarding Ash, and basically informing Jake he'd be dying in the same room she had.

“I—I wasn't... trying to...” he mumbled, red-faced and quivering as he stared at that old, bloody stain, practically hanging from the ear Magnus held him by.

Magnus talked over him without missing a beat, and hit Jake where he hurt most next. In his freshest emotional wound; the horrible things he'd done to Poly. But even then he tried to defend himself at least a little.

“N... no! Th-that wasn't... I didn't know what I... hah...”

Nope, he just couldn't do it. Even after spending countless nights trying to rationalize, he couldn't bring himself to offer any kind of meaningful rebuttal. Everything Magnus was saying was [i]true[/i], and sure it was all said with the intent to hurt him as much as possible, but he was used to that from bullies; what made it so soul-crushing was that... Jake [i]agreed[/i] with it all. He didn't [i]want[/i] to, but... How could he [i]not[/i]?

The rabbit broke into the most pitiful of sobbing as the tiger punctuated to his face that he was just as much a bully as Magnus was. In such a broken state, Jake might've even been inclined to [i]agree[/i], but then he was quickly reminded that no, ultimately he wasn't even a bully. Just... a [i]dumb rabbit[/i].

Right then and there Jake might well have welcomed a quick and messy end like Ash had been rewarded; instead, the part of this whole ordeal he'd been hoping to avoid, reared its ugly, spiny head and pressed against the side of his face. It took the buck a moment to realize what it was, but when he caught a whiff and his eyes dared to look back, the sight of Magnus' feline member in his face immediately elicited a frightened whine and fresh wriggling as he tried to pull his ear free from the older boy's firm grip.

If it wasn't already obvious, Magnus gave the order for Jake to do what all the girls had done for [i]their[/i] murderers, but the rabbit at first was having [i]none[/i] of it.

“N-n-no, please! Please don't make me—just—j-just [i]kill[/i] me, t-torture me, I don't [i]care[/i], just please not--!” he frantically begged right up until that orb reappeared and he instantly froze in wide-eyed terror, gaze flicking between the orb and the body of Trixie as Magnus explained what the alternative would be, with a sadistic grin.

Still tense from his squirming, and trying to keep that spiny organ away from him, Jake panted rapidly as he struggled long and hard with the critical, horrible decision to either let a ghost of Trixie take the abuse, or take it instead himself. It was the hardest choice he'd ever made by far, but... eventually his muscles softened and Jake seemed to visibly resign himself to the obvious fate.

Even as a ghost, if it acted more like Trixie that the current zombie on display, then it didn't matter if she was real or fake, it was going to destroy him to watch her suffer a second time. Especially given how lucky she'd been to avoid a fate like his; and he definitely didn't feel jealous about [i]that[/i], not one bit...!

With a nervous gulp, Jake slumped as Magnus found himself a seat and dragged the hare down between his spread legs. Still wearing that infuriatingly cocky smirk, the tiger inquired whether the rabbit could follow instructions or if he'd have to pick on Trixie instead, but that just got a miserable, teary-eyed scowl from Jake as he glared up at Magnus before dropping his gaze to the presented erection with a stark transition from anger to trepidation.

For a few long moments, Jake just stared at it, gaze occasionally flicking left and right like he was trying to spot those hidden, all-seeing eyes that he [i]knew[/i] were going to be watching and picking up every awful, juicy detail of his torment. When Magnus' patience finally began to wear thin though, and he started to move with angry intent, Jake scrambled to get in closer and bring his snout up to the organ.

He'd seen enough examples of what to do at this point, or rather, at least... what would be done to [i]him[/i] if he didn't do it himself, but starting still wasn't easy. Just looking at the intimidating appendage gave him uncomfortable shivers. It wasn't as big as those of the other predators, but that thing was probably still going to do the same thing to him as it's larger counterpart did to Ash, even if he was the one in control. But he had to do [i]something[/i] before Magnus got mad and decided he'd failed to obey, so...

Jake pressed his twitching nose to the feline's shaft, rubbing it a little before extending his tongue and licking up the length of it as a test. His expression said he clearly didn't like how it felt or tasted, but he also didn't exactly have the option of using his paws. Magnus had explicitly said to 'suck' it; so even though his lips writhed at the very idea of it, he took a shaky breath to center himself and opened his muzzle to let the cat's penis slip inside.

Now probably would've been a [i]great[/i] time to bite, but... Jake glanced up at Magnus and then toward Trixie's body as the flicker of fight in his eyes fled as quickly as it had appeared. No... no. He had to spare her. He [i]had[/i] to. He couldn't bear to die now knowing he'd put her through hell on earth because he couldn't willingly put another boy's wiener in his mouth..!

Tears streamed down his cheeks as Jake closed his eyes and let his hot little maw likewise close around the spiny member, relying on the experience he'd received from Ash to try and approximate a blow-job that wasn't just him slobbering ineffectively on Magnus' cock. Suckling tightly around its girth, he slowly moved his head up and down, visibly flinching whenever he felt a spine scrape across the roof of his mouth, or poke at his tongue. It was clear though that he was moving timidly, cautiously, afraid to cut up the inside of his muzzle like Ash had, but that meant he also wasn't doing as good a job as he probably could have.

Cyberblade:

This was too easy.  Magnus moaned, loosening the grip on Jake's ear and letting the cub give up and do what he was told.  It was a messy, piss poor blowjob but that wasn't the point.

"Fuck yer bad at this you know that?"  The tiger smirked, but kept the cub suckling on him. "But, maybe..."

He trailed off beginning to push the cub back down, slowly starting to fuck the boy's mouth.  His barbs catching and tugging on Jake's unwilling tongue and lips with every movement.

Moaning and groaning, the horny teen was plenty happy to feel the warm, wet cub mouth sputtering around his cock trying to keep up.  The boy's tears running down his cheeks occasionally dripping on his cock were almost too much for him.

"Fuuuuccckk..."  The tiger paused and held him in place with his cock twitching in the back of the boy's throat.  He was dripping with enough pre-cum by now that the young bunny couldn't help but have noticed.

"Maybe, maybe you'll get better with time."  He smirked, "You know Cyber [i]lived[/i]right?  Fucking shit deserved worse." Huffing he continued to slow fuck the cub's mouth, "You might live too. Hff-You might not either. Hmmff- Hope you enjoy the suspense."

Magnus growled and picked up the pace, standing up from the stool he began to just start humping the poor buck's face, it was fast and desperate but quickly he began panting and moaning and huffing, ready to blow.

"Grrraaaaarrrrr!!!"  The tiger roared in pleasure as his cock throbbed in Jake's young mouth, flooding it with his sticky young seed.  He felt a couple reflexive swallows before he let go of the boy's head so he could instinctively pull away.  Free from the feline cock his face was quickly painted with several splotches of tiger cum.

"Ffffuuuccckk..."  Magnus huffed as the boy sputtered and gagged, clearly disgusted by how he was just used.  Still, the tiger was clearly happy with his little warm up.  His cock still dripping with cum had gone a little softer, but a perpetually horny teen like Magnus would be ready to go again in no time at all.

The tiger ignored the boy's discomfort, taking the leash and tying it to one of the larger and heavier torture implements to keep the cub from going anywhere.

"I think it's about time we wake our guest, don't you?"  The tiger huffed with a smirk, another flick of his wrist and the orb reappeared in his hand.  He turned away from Jake to look over at Trixie's zombie with a smirk.

Mizzyam:

As much as Jake hated what he was putting himself through, he couldn't help withering sadly with a worried whine when Magnus let him know just how badly he was doing. Though he immediately tried to redouble his efforts out of fear, it didn't matter to the smirking feline. He'd failed to do well enough on his [i]own[/i], so the impatient teen suddenly began to take over, pushing him down in direct opposition to the rhythm the hare had established for himself.

In an instant the buck was now being forced to take Magnus' full length, where he'd only been suckling on a little over half before. Though he was only made to bob his head up and down a little faster, Jake was already beginning to tense up with resistance. He hadn't wanted to touch any other part of the frightening predator, since just being this close to his musk was triggering his instincts, but where Daniel might've immediately begun flailing in a blind panic, Jake knew well enough that such a move would just make his abuser angry.

That said, even Jake couldn't resist trying to pull away, pushing both paws against Magnus' inner thighs as his head was forced to bounce, that oozing, spiky organ slurping in and out of his squealing maw. He was only barely managing to keep pressure around the older boy's member, in the hopes he'd get what he wanted sooner rather than later, but when his spluttering efforts didn't seem to be yet enough, the tiger paused suddenly, pushing that invasive appendage deep into Jake's weeping maw.

Both his tongue and the roof of his mouth were already sore, and being held in place as that spiky creature teased his gag reflex made him shiver with revulsion. He kept trying to pull away, whimpering with every failed tug as Magnus held him firm with claws extended and commented that maybe, just maybe Jake would improve over time. A depressing thought to say the least, especially since the feline claimed that Cyber still yet lived. [i]That[/i] was just cruel. The hare would rather believe he'd died horribly, than live to remember what he'd endured. Magnus apparently agreed, but for a very different reason of course.

Sobbing softly around the teen's member, Jake winced when the abuse resumed, trying to move his tongue in the ways Ash had for him way back then, but he quickly lost his motivation when Magnus suggested that [i]he[/i] might live too. Or not. The suspense was certainly gut-wrenching, but not because he was afraid of dying. Rather, at this point, he was afraid of [i]living[/i] after all this.

And if he needed to list reasons for [i]why[/i], well, at the top of the list was his current predicament. Trying and failing to please his new 'master' wasn't going so well, and the growl that escaped Magnus as the speed increased again was all the proof he needed. With a sharp squeal, Jake dug his fingers in and started pushing harder in wide-eyed flinching panic as his face was rammed into the predator's crotch with increasing velocity.

Eventually the older boy abandoned the stool to stand and give Jake's face a proper fucking with violent, reckless thrusts, using the hare's ears as handlebars while the cub struggled for air between squeaks and yelps. All he could see was Magnus' pelvis zooming in and out in front of him, overwhelmed by the speed and desperation of his rapist.

By the time the tiger finished with a roaring climax, Jake was dizzy and dazed from the rapid-fire face-fucking, but as he was held firmly in place, he quickly realized his mouth was filling with a thick, hot, disgusting fluid. His first thought was Magnus had just peed in his maw, but he'd been forced by bullies to swallow that foul liquid before, and this felt creamy and salty. It churned his stomach nonetheless as he sputtered and tried to eject the substance, but there was nowhere for it to go except out his nostrils, which stung and made his eyes water.

With a pitiful whimper, and his mouth filling with bitterness, the reluctant cub gulped, once, twice, three times, writhing with revulsion after each one as he sobbed and squirmed helplessly. Magnus ended up pulling out quicker than Jake had expected, but once that twitching organ slipped free and bounced in front of his gagging muzzle, it proceeded to squirt more sticky droplets at him.

As soon as he was let go, Jake pulled back and twisted away, gagging and coughing and just trembling with utter disgust; from the taste, the act itself, and the fact he'd just [i]let[/i] it all happen. Staring bitterly at the floor, he barely acknowledged the 'leash' being tied off to the nearest immovable object, but once Magnus announced it was time to 'wake' their 'guest', Jake's heart swiftly leapt into his throat and he scrambled after the tiger until the rope went taut and he started to choke a little.

“N-n-n-no! No, no, no, you—y-you said you wouldn't—” Jake started to protest, but the words quickly caught in his throat; [i]had[/i] he actually said that? He tried to recall everything Magnus had told him, but it seemed like no matter what, Trixie was going to be dragged into this because of his failures. Even if he'd put off her unwanted revival, it was still going to happen; but that didn't stop him from begging.

“Please.. p-please don't do this!” he whimpered with wide-eyed terror, watching as the tiger rematerialized the orb, looking to the unmoving Trixie with a wicked smirk, “[i]Please[/i]! J-just leave her alone! Please! D-d-do whatever you want to me, just—[i]please[/i], leave her out of it..!” Even as he begged, Jake dropped his head to the floor, wrapping his arms around it as if to hide. He couldn't bring himself to watch as she was forced to come back to life.

Cyberblade:

"I [i]said[/i] if you did good on the BJ I wouldn't make her do it instead."  The tiger laughed and approached the bound little fox girl, "I never promised she wouldn't join us."

Magnus grabbed Trixie's chin and turned her head back and forth looking her over.  "Fuck, I can't believe a dumb bunny like you or that bitch Cyber managed to score with a girl like this."  The tiger groped the zombie girl's tits as part of his little examination, ignoring the ever repeating error message.

The tiger smirked and held up the orb, "You better fucking watch! [i][THIS/i] is how you use a revival item!"  Focusing on exactly what he wanted, the orb began to glow with a heavenly light, but what it was doing was less than heavenly.

The glowing light began to snake and weave around the fox girl with various symbols, her fur and hair seemingly floating upwards as if by some unseen wind.  Blindingly bright bands of light shot forth from her eyes completely overshadowing her pupils.

The fancy light show went on for just long enough to tell the players exactly how important and critical the event was before all the lights went dim, her hair and fur slowly reconnected to gravity, and the once shimmering orb in Magnus' hand began to crumble to dust and float away.

With one loud gasp and a lot of sputtering and coughing, the young girl felt as if she'd only been blipped from her elimination to somewhere else, but Magnus would teach her soon enough the horrifying reality of her new 'life'.

Trixie:

Coughing and wheezing, the broken, betrayed little girl coughed out into the open air, her mind just aware of the intense pain in her lungs and body from the cum and piss she needed to... needed to...?

Her awareness caught up with the fact she was in less pain than she should have been, and she was in a weird position... She began heaving in desperate gulps of air, growing light-headed from over-oxygenation immediately. Her eyes shot open, no glow this time, and she blinked repeatedly. Though not glowing, her own retinas were still adjusting from the arcane influx. Her vision swam, and she realized she was hanging.

"Ahh, I'm... I'm... okay. D-...Daddy? Daddy did... ha ha, very funny Daddy!" she said with a wheeze of horror, and then started looking around in the dark space. "Daddy?" 

Her gaze found Magnus first, looking at him with confusion, her ears falling. "You're not Daddy... where am I? Where's World?"

And by then, Jake would have done something to alert her, and her eyes shot straight toward him with her ears shooting [i]up[/i]. "What the fu--[i]Jake?![/i]" she shouted hoarsely. "No no no, what is going on?! I was eliminated, you [i]can't[/i] be here! What's happening?!"

Mizzyam:

Jake's entire body flinched and cowered when he was essentially ordered to 'watch'. He [i]really[/i] didn't want to, but despite himself, the buck peeked through a crack in his arms as Magnus held the orb aloft and showed the rabbit how to [i]properly[/i] wield the power. The instant it got too bright though, the buck ducked back into hiding again, but that just made his ears focus on the sounds that followed.

When Trixie coughed and sputtered to life, the cub quivered and sobbed softly. It was a far different experience to his own, when he'd failed to bring her back, but there was no hope and relief to be found this time. Just the deep, gut-wrenching sense of shame, and immense sadness as she regained her senses after an initial confusion that clearly showed her last 'mind-state' was post-elimination.

Much as he would've preferred to remain in darkness though, the second he heard her voice again, Jake sat up sharply with a jerk and a trembling gasp as he whined, “[i][T... Trixie.../i]”

It wasn't a shout or a question this time, just a statement of profound misery, tears streaking down his face as her startled and baffled gaze met his. She was rightfully confused, and correct in saying she'd died and couldn't be here, but she was. Or what was left of her anyway. Acting and behaving every bit like he'd remembered, such that a painful vice was suddenly gripping his heart as he met her gaze for as long as he could before shame drove him to stare at the floor instead.

Crying and trembling as he slumped on his knees, the naked, defeated buck tried to speak, his voice cracking. “I—I'm so sorry, Trixie... I... I wasn't strong enough,” he whimpered, hugging himself sadly; he didn't know what else to say except the words that'd been repeating over and over in his head, “I-i-it's all my fault, I'm [i]sorry[/i]... P-please forgive me, I... I didn't want this to happen, I [i]swear[/i]...!”

Cyberblade:

"No-no, your daddy had nothing to do with this."  Magnus laughed at Trixie struggling to understand just what had happened.  "You're absolutely right!  You [i]died[/i]!"

The tiger's toothy smirk was predatory enough it likely sent a chill up even the fox's spine.  He circled around her, eyeing the revived little girl like a nice piece of steak.

Then the boy whined, trying to speak and whimpering his apologies over and over and over again.  Magnus shuddered with glee at the way it was tormenting the young bun already and he hadn't even touched her yet.

Walking back over to Jake and untying his leash from the rack, he dragged the crying cub closer to really rub it in.  "You have this dumb bunny to thank for your new [i]'life'[/i]."  He snickered a bit, "He tried to revive you after your time with that other fox.  But, thanks to some dumb computer bullshit I don't get, the last bits of you in memory got turned into AI code or something.  So whatever, welcome online, '*Trixie'."

The tiger grinned and held onto Jake.  He didn't particularly care how the girl reacted at this point, but almost any way she reacted would be soul shattering for the young bun in his hands.  "This fucking monster avoided you, fucked what was basically your corpse, and all 'cuz of him you're not even you anymore!"

Smiling and looking up at her, he couldn't help but rub it in just a little bit more, "You're that awful Jake, yet this dumb slut still had her killer give you some kind of doll or something. No [i]wonder[/i]she fell for Cyber; she's a [i]really[/i]dumb cunt."

Trixie:

[i]'What?'[/i] she thought to herself, and then muttered it under her breath. "I... wh--I died? Th-that wasn't real, where's my house? F-fuck, what's real?!"

The intense glare he was giving her felt real enough, and Jake's voice was so real too. "New life?" she parroted back. "Is... this Hell?" Which likely made him laugh in her face. He explained anyway, her head shaking as she listened, whispering [i]'no'[/i] under her breath. 

It didn't even make sense to her... what did Jake do exactly? He... did something? But then he mentioned the doll and she jolted, rattling the restraints holding her to the ceiling. She glanced up at the ceiling and then back at Magnus, shaking her head, looking back and forth from Jake and the tiger boy quickly. Something about the way he spoke reminded her of a nasty letter she got before, before Daddy... Daddy...

"Wh-why does everyone keep leaving me?" she asked. "Jake [i]did[/i] leave me! I... I'm a dumb cunt," she whimpered. "I don't deserve [i]anyone[/i]."

Mizzyam:

At first, Jake couldn't help but retreat in fear when Magnus returned to fetch his leash, staying low to the floor as his panicked gaze jumped between the feline and Trixie. Then he was being pulled towards her and the buck instinctively tried to dig his heels in, forced to slide across the floor until he tumbled into a crawl, whimpering the entire way, like a whipped pup and its cruel owner.

As Magnus gleefully explained the nature of poor Trixie's new 'existence', Jake stared miserably at the ground, deep in despair and wincing whenever the tiger referred to him with his preferred, derogatory terms. He couldn't really disagree with any of it, but it still hurt to hear his own self-loathing thoughts spoken aloud for the vixen to hear, especially when the older boy mentioned what he'd done to the girl's body in her 'absence'.

Trixie's reaction was equally difficult to witness, his ears twitching at the sound of her voice as she quickly crumbled in confusion over the sudden revelation that she was merely computer code now. When she failed to process the information though, she defaulted to the idea that she was in Hell. And... well... in a way she wasn't wrong. Given what the both of them were about to go through, this was as close to a living Hell as either of them were going to get.

Any moment now it was going to start, he knew, but when Trixie began to an have emotional crisis, claiming he'd left her and that she didn't deserve anyone, that vice around Jake's heart squeezed tighter and he stirred to life with frantic vigor, trying to crawl close enough to grab the girl's leg. He quickly reached the end of his tether though, and the collar tightened painfully as he was pulled back sharply, just shy of reaching her.

“Aargh..!” he grunted, grasping at the collar with both paws as fresh tears trailed down his cheeks, “N-no--! Ack..! I-I'm—r-right [i]here[/i]! Trixie, I'm—I'm sorry I ran! I—I was scared, but... I-I-I regretted it ever since, I swear! I th-think I [i]love[/i] you..! N-no, I [i]do[/i] love you! I—I didn't mean to hurt you!”

Cyberblade:

"Aaaallllright, yer sappy little reunion is over."  Magnus laughed and grabbed Jake's ears again.  "The [i]real[/i]reunion begins now!"

The tiger shoved Jake's face snout first into Trixie's little snatch, holding him there no matter how he struggled, "Hahaha, what's wrong?!  You could rape a zombie but you can't eat-out a computer program?!"

Magnus was once more at full mast, it hadn't taken him very long to recover from his earlier orgasm.  He watched gleefully as the bunny was forced to soak in all the scents and tastes of the girl he thought he'd never see again, let alone like this.  

The tiger hoped that those scents alone would bring the little bunny's carrot out of its soil, but if not he knew there were drugs present that'd give the young cub a rager for the rest of his short life, but he really wanted it to be natural so the boy would only have himself to blame.

"Ya smell that fox pussy?  That's mine now, just like yer little ass!"  He huffed, squeezing Jake's butt with his free hand, "But I'm a kind master!  I'll let you get one last taste of your [i][loooooveee~/i]." He added that last word in the mocking way that any schoolyard bully would say it. "Think of it as your last meal!"

Trixie:

She blinked, feeling tears fall from her face. The vixen lurched back as Jake rushed at her, a brief flare of fear coursing through her, that a rabbit might hurt her! But he pleaded to her. He was scared? Regretted... love?

She bit her lip. "Love me? N-No, you c-can't... You d-don't like foxes! What about Ash?"

But she didn't get long to answer before the tiger boy took control of things. She yelped as he shoved Jake's snout down between her cunny, and her mind suddenly rushed with memories and desires. She gasped sharply, and couldn't help but thrust down on Jake. "Wh-what are you doing? I'm n-not yours, what's going on?"

It suddenly clicked in her mind, and her eyes went wide as she blanched. Her legs trembled and tensed, and even as Jake was pressed against a pussy that couldn't help but feel arousal at his touch and his hot breath, the fear that also coursed through her was too strong to hold back the full bladder of her previous zombified self.

She peed all over his face! "Oh G-Gods, is... this [i]Jake's Elimination?![/i]" Shaking like a leaf in the rain and pouring over Jake much the same, the vixen stared at the tiger boy with dumb-found horror.

Mizzyam:

It was hard to decide what hurt more in that moment, Trixie jerking away from him in fear, or the disbelief in her voice when she questioned his feelings. Hearing her ask about Ash though, he winced and lowered his gaze toward the nearby blood-stain that was all that remained of the poor goat.

“Sh—she's gone, too...” he confessed sadly, adding bleakly, “And... I'm...”

Jake didn't really get to finish that thought as Magnus broke up their little reunion and suddenly grabbed him by the base of his ears, the rabbit managing only a panicked, “W-w-wait--!”, before his face was thrust between the vixen's spread legs.

Both arms immediately flew up defensively to pushing against the girl's thighs, but with the tiger holding him there firmly, there was little he could do but squirm and whine into her folds as her familiar scent washed over him. Even with his entire snout mashed against her privates, he tried not to give in to the urge to lick, compelling as it was, but Magnus wasn't content to just hold him in place as a shocked Trixie gasped in confusion and even pushed back against the pressure being applied.

He basically used the buck's muzzle as an object with which to stimulate and molest the fox, rubbing Jake's face up and down and mashing it between the lips of her vagina as he laughed at the boy's inability to 'eat her out'. Still, he tried to keep his mouth shut and not give the bully the satisfaction, but her scent was quickly making him dizzy, and when Trixie finally figured out that she was party to Jake's elimination, she suddenly peed!

Jake went from struggling to breathe to struggling [i]not[/i] to drown rather quickly, as urine splattered up into his face and streaked down his chin and neck before Magnus forced him to block the flow with his mouth. The fluid was already leaking in around his lips, but he tried to hold his breath as long as he could, only for a painful tightening of the tiger's grip on his ears to make him open up with a whine. His maw quickly filled  and, with a quivering revulsion, he was forced to swallow.

One mouthful after another, Trixie proved to have a sizable bladder as the sobbing, groaning buck gulped until there was nothing left, and he could final squirm and pull in air instead, blowing snotty, piss bubbles against the vixen's mound with a dazed look on his blushing face. Some small part of him actually found that awful experience just a little... satisfying? Maybe if it had been any other setting than that of his impending execution, he might've even [i]enjoyed[/i] it a little, but... no.

She'd peed in his face, and he'd been forced to consume it unwillingly. He trembled with revulsion and groaned even as his tongue began to move. Hesitant at first but with growing interest as it slipped into her piss-soaked cunny and gradually licked it clean before probing deeper. He hated himself for it, but what Magnus had said was frightfully true, even though he said it with a bully's snark; this was Jake's [i]last[/i] chance.

He'd never gotten the opportunity to [i]truly[/i] make Trixie feel good; not like he had with Ash. So... from his perspective he'd only ever used the fox to make [i]himself[/i] feel better, which wasn't how he wanted things to end. Of course that may have been what motivated him to start, but once he fell into a rhythm, his instincts started trying to take over. It was no easy task to overwrite terror with pleasure though, much as the hare wanted to escape his awful circumstances, Magnus' grip on his ears was a constant reminder he was being [i]forced[/i] into this.

Still... he wanted to make her feel good if he could. Before the pain started for real, so... he [i]really[/i] tried his best to rub and nuzzle and suckle, pressing as much of his little snout up between her folds as he could and wiggling his flailing little tongue as deep it would go. Needless to say, he looked as desperate as he was miserable.

Cyberblade:

Magnus couldn't have planned for this at all, but the sight of the boy drowning in Trixie's urine and swallowing it down was just unbelievably hot.  His cock was starting to ache from how hard it was; harder than he'd ever been in his life.

"That's it, bitch!  Drink her piss like a good fucking pet!” The tiger laughed and ground him in deeper the entire time until she finally let up and realized just what was going on.

"Yup!  Got it in one!  This is Jake's elimination!"  He smirked as he felt the bun starting to give into his urges and begin diving into the fox's folds with terrified gusto.  "Turns out the bunny eating you out felt [i]reeeaaaallly[/i] bad about you or whatever, so you get to be the stick I beat his soul to death with before I finally rape his body there, after!"  The tiger did not bother sugar coating any of it, he intended to break the boy's spirit before raping him to death and he didn't care if they knew it.

Magnus reached around the young hare's body to begin playing with his little carrot, smirking that it was already getting firm in his hands despite the boy's fear, "Oh you [i]sick little shit[/i], did you [i]like[/i] drinking piss?  If I'd known that I'd have pissed in your mouth earlier!"  He laughed slowly jerking Jake off while keeping his face buried in her cunny, trying his damndest to bring him to full mast for what he had planned next.

Trixie:

Ash was... gone? How long had she been... 'out?' Trixie peed for minutes, wincing as she felt Jake mashed repeatedly into her pussy. Ash, dead, Jake had had the doll, Trixie was [i]supposed[/i] to be dead. Jake's humiliation was such a distraction, why was she here? She didn't want to see Jake suffer...! "Stop drinking dummy, that's pee!" she grunted. "That's [i]my[/i] job! [i]I[/i] drink pee, not you!"

Jake's Elimination... she was about to watch Jake die? The last thing she remembered was Daddy... and the vat... Wincing, she felt Jake pushed into her and coming around to... licking at her. She shivered, and watched Magnus with apprehension. Who was he talking to about enjoying piss? He could have been mocking either of them.

"Jake... I wanted you, I... [i]needed[/i] you, but, not like this... You [i]still[/i] don't really want me, do you? You jerk-ass! D-don't pretend you're enjoying this, you [i]hate[/i] me, you [i]fucking[/i] HATE me, [i]don't[/i] you?! I [i]cried[/i] for you damn you! Why is this happening now?! It's not fair!"

She started to thrash and fight, her face hot with tears, her back arching.

Mizzyam:

It was hard to divide his attention between Magnus' cruel encouragements and Trixie's confusing, hurtful statements, but much as he tried to make the vixen feel good, it only seemed to be having the [i]opposite[/i] effect. Certainly it didn't help that the tiger was enjoying himself far too much as he tormented the pair.

The hare couldn't tell if Trixie was being serious with her demand for him to stop, considering her follow-up seemed to imply she was still in a sex-toy mindset, thinking it should be [i]her[/i] role to be so submissive and gross. Unfortunately, the girl had taught him to ignore her protests in the past, and so he did this time too. Some part of him was clinging to that memory wherein she'd allowed him to dominate her, and given his current situation, he desperately wanted to feel like he had some kind of control again.

He knew he didn't of course, but... as long as Magnus was willing to permit it, Jake let his urges take over, nuzzling into Trixie's sloppy, wet folds with feral lust. At the very least, the vixen couldn't fight him off even if she tried, but as focused on his task as he was, the buck was still hyper-aware of the other predator's presence behind him, holding his head firm to Trixie's loins.

Magnus wasn't even trying to hide his intentions from either cub as he explained how he was going to use the girl to crush Jake's spirit, a fact which made the hare whimper pitifully into the girl's privates, but if that wasn't bad enough, the tiger came in close suddenly, brushing his frightfully erect member against the naked buck's flank as he reached around the quivering rabbit and grabbed his boyhood. Jake squeaked in wide-eyed panic as both paws immediately left Trixie's thighs to clutch at the older boy's arm, trying to pull it away as Magnus squeezed his full sheath and cackled, assuming the arousal present there was from drinking Trixie's pee.

Whether that was true or not, Jake blushed miserably, squirming against Magnus as he pinched and tugged and easily pulled a growing erection from the buck's fluffy sheath. The rabbit whined and sobbed as his member eagerly filled the predator's paw, apparently unaware of the danger it was putting itself in. Jake however was [i]quite[/i]aware and fearful, trying desperately to get the feline to let go of it as he jerked up and down its length until a trembling moan escaped the hare.

Once again Jake's body was primed to betray him, fully erect and blushing like a fool as he hungrily ate out Trixie's twat in a pathetic effort to 'give something back' to her after all he'd taken. But... then the vixen, in her own state of distress, unloaded on him in the worst way possible.

[i]Jerk-ass! You hate me, you fucking HATE me![/i]

The anger and hate and confusion in those words hurt more than any physical pain ever could, and it made Jake falter. A choking sob escaped the rabbit as he slowed, but when Trixie began to thrash and fight against her bondage, that was the last straw. He wanted to be dominant but trying to continue under these conditions mirrored what he'd done to Poly too closely and... he just couldn't do it. He tried to twist to the side, but a jerk on his ears forced him back, so he pulled down to free his mouth and gasp for air below her loins, shaky, sobbing cries escaping his maw before he was jerked back up again.

[i]Stop... stop it! She doesn't want it! I... I can't![/i]

Words he wanted to say were muffled in her well-prepared pussy, ensuring he couldn't even apologize or try to explain himself. Instead, he was forced to listen, sobbing miserably now instead of proactively trying to pleasure her. It was pointless; even though she kept claiming [i]he[/i] hated her, the tone in her voice suggested it was her who hated [i]him[/i] now, instead. And... he couldn't blame her one bit. Every chance he'd had, he'd only made things worse, and now he had to come to terms with it in the worst way possible; with Trixie's seemingly vengeful ghost.

Cyberblade:

The tiger enjoyed the sight of the boy sputtering into the girls pussy for a few minutes longer, but eventually he decided to pull him free to sob for a moment.

"Would you look at that, the little bunny likes drowning in fox pussy!"  He laughed at the fact that Jake had a raging hard-on of his own.

Now that he could hear the various pleas from the bunny, he couldn't help but laugh, "God you really [i]are[/i]fucking stupid!  If saying 'stop it' could stop any of this you guys would've been out of the game ages ago!"

"It doesn't matter what [i]she[/i]wants, it only matters what [i]I[/i] want!"  He smirked and roughly dragged Jake behind her, taking his roped leash and tying it around her neck in such a way that they were forced close together, but she'd be able to keep breathing as long as he didn't try to run.

"And what I want is to watch you hurt your little friend one last time."  The tiger grinned, grabbing the boy's hips and forcing him to hot-dog Trixie's booty.  "You remember what you need to do with this right?"

He guided the bunny's movements for a couple minutes, wondering when instinct might take over.  "Do it or I'll shove something up her ass that'll hurt a lot more.  Something with spikes...OOH! Maybe something burning hot!?"  He threw around some horrifying ideas, trying to encourage the boy into thinking that he might be able to spare her some kind of brutal horror.

Trixie:

Trixie wept as Jake nuzzled into her. Her thrashing didn't seem to stop him, or, the tiger was forcing the issue. Either way, Trixie cried and fought. 

He pulled Jake around behind her, and he taunted about how they were all his play things.

"Shut [i]up[/i]! You're j-just a kid like us! Fuck you! You can't [i]do[/i] this I'm already someone [i]else's[/i] property! Don't act tough when half my friends could kick your ass! Like Pity could, or Skylar or..."

A glint in her peripheral, and her eyes shot up to the metal adorning his helmet's teeth. She recognized the braces immediately.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA--haghlgkl!"

Trixie thrashed anew, fighting against the leash being tied around her neck! It reminded her too much of the drowning challenge. She gasped desperately as Magnus adjusted the leash so she could breath, but the reminder of the drowning challenge kept her paralyzed with fear... and [i]wonder[/i].

Jake... could maybe kill her now?

She had to listen to the bully's taunts, the threats, and he was probably just itching to rub it in her face too how helpless she was.

"You can't kill me though, I'm already Eliminated--I'd just come back, right? Th-this is against the rules!"

She shuddered at Jake's touch... sniffling and lurching her ass against him as painful dreams where he'd finally chosen her came back in a flood. Only, he wasn't choosing her, he was being forced to. Like when she'd cornered him in the bath... Her tail curled around Jake (and Magnus) and her butt-cheeks tensed and relaxed to help wedge him deep into her slightly sweaty crack... She didn't want to help this new predator hurt Jake, she really didn't.

But she'd needed his pressure in increments for too long...

Mizzyam:

Grateful as he was to finally be pulled free so he could take a proper breath, his pleas carried on after the fact until Magnus cut him off with a fearful flinch. He wanted to sulk, to double-over and curl up into a ball of sadness in response to the verbal abuse, but his torment was far from over. The tiger forced him to his feet, stumbling on quaking legs as he was dragged behind Trixie, getting insulted along the way for wasting his breath begging for anything to stop.

What [i]else[/i] could he say, though? When you're in pain, you beg for it to stop, even if it won't. Pleading for help, or to be put out of his misery were equally pointless refrains, but it beat just sobbing and whining. When he was pressed up against Trixie's back, with the rope of his collar being used to hold them both close together, he immediately tried to resist, pushing off the girl's back with considerable effort, but not enough to counter Magnus' strength.

“N—no, please! Don't make me—!” he cried, panting with the strain as the rope tightened, beginning to choke not just Jake, but Trixie as well.

The poor vixen had been trying to push back against Magnus' cruel commentary, but shortly after uttering Skylar's name, she promptly screamed before getting choked off. Of course, he could've easily imagined [i]why[/i] she screamed if he weren't so focused on his own predicament. Her gagging had immediately sucked all the wind out of his sails just then though, making it easier for the feline to tie them together, and letting Trixie ramble in confusion. Maybe she didn't get it, but then, Jake didn't quite understand either. All he had to go on was the information given to him by bad actors.

If everything could've been taken at face value, she was [i][already/i] dead; this Trixie was just an echo, a copy. An exact copy surely, but still just data. Easily deleted, like he'd initially assumed it had been when the revival failed... And maybe that made the dreadful task presented to him now a little easier to consider. Though he yelped and whimpered all the same when Magnus grabbed his back-side, a cheek in each palm, and forced his lower body to lift up onto his toes. Practically sitting in the older boy's hands, his twitching little erection was pressed up against Trixie's backside and made to slide back-and-forth between her clenching cheeks.

It was pretty obvious what the tiger was getting at by this point, even through the vague insults. The boy had been watching after all, and probably realized that Jake had an aggressive side he couldn't control. Which in fact, the rabbit had been trying to resist for a few minutes now, but being forced into this position wasn't making it any easier. Quite the opposite in fact. All the artificial 'humps' Magnus was forcing on him were already making his hips a bit twitchy, and his jumpy little carrot was eager to find its mark.

Jake shivered bodily with the overwhelming urge. Most of the conditions were ripe, and even a part of the hare was trying to talk himself into it. These were his last moments alive with the girl he [i]claimed[/i] to love. A better opportunity to be close to her again couldn't be asked for. He'd missed her so deeply, and wanted to share that special act with her once more, even if... she hated him. And another part of him was upset about that as well, angry even.

She'd wanted him to dominate her before, so why couldn't he now? Selfish thoughts began to brew again and Jake's legs gradually found new purchase wrapped around Trixie's thighs, and his arms followed suit, reaching around to grasp at the vixen's front as he buried face in the back of her neck. He wanted to hold her, to feel her warmth against him again, but at the same time he dreaded what he must've looked like to those watching, presently and in the future, and... oh God... Daniel was going to witness this disgraceful display.

It was hard to let himself think of anything outside this awful moment though. He wouldn't even be alive to continue thinking for much longer, so... he had to try and make the best of his awful circumstances. If that meant... having to molest Trixie's ghost [i]again[/i] then... so be it. At this point he was having great difficulty considering anyone else's feelings. He was going to die anyway, and everyone already hated and thought the worst of him, so... what was one more awful deed...?

And if he needed the extra encouragement, well, Magnus provided it with a few appropriately frightful alternatives to Jake's cooperation. At least... he wouldn't have to die without getting to feel 'good' one last time. Tainted as the experience was, as soon as that last mental barrier crumbled, his instincts were more than happy to fill the void. Pain was coming soon, pain that would vastly out-measure the emotional suffering in his current predicament, so even in the presence of predators, and with the threat of death on the horizon, Jake's hips grudgingly began to move on their own. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up steam as he abandoned himself to the act.

It only took a few awkward misses for Jake's little carrot to find the hole he'd sullied twice before, but once he located it, his thrusts swiftly escalated into rapid jerks, forcing his small organ all the way to the hilt in little time at all and bouncing in place vigorously, such that his little scrotum was jiggling about whenever it wasn't pressed flat to her rear.

Cyberblade:

"HA! Skylar certainly TRIED!"  The tiger laughed even as Trixie screamed at the sight of his trophy.

"Even going through all this, you can think that way?"  Magnus smirked at the comments about her already being eliminated, "The [i]real[/i]you is already dead or in that fox's clutches!  I told you that already!  Yer just a program for me to toy with, and yeah, I can bring you back as many times as I want!"

The horny teen laughed as Jake's body began to act on its own despite his tears and all his protests.  He could tell the boy was struggling to rationalize it, and he hoped that the girl's reactions would make him question it soon enough.

Coming around to the front side of the young fox, he watched with glee as her body was starting to bounce up and down from the bunny's humping.  The way her small chest was still bouncing despite its size.  Groping her and getting in close Magnus licked her neck with his sand-papery tongue before stopping to stare into her eyes.

"Mmmmmmm~ You may not be real, but I'm still gonna teach you what a real predator is like."  He grabbed Trixie's hips with his claws extended, digging them into her flesh for grip as he rubbed her pussy with his hard feline cock.

It helped that she was still damp with Jake's tears and spit, but the teens barbs were already tugging and pulling uncomfortably on her folds and they weren't even in yet.  Without giving her a lot of time to prepare mentally with what he was about to do, Magnus forced himself all the way into her with one solid thrust.

"MMMFFFFFF!!! FUCK!"  He huffed, "She's so tight!"  His retreating barbs felt like they were pulling her insides out even though they didn't quite have that strong of a grip.  "I'm so glad you brought her body back to how it was before [i]'plush guy'[/i] got a hold of it!"  He moaned and slammed back into her again, taking it slowly at first but quickly working his way up to match the vigorous humping of the bunny still going at her backside.

Trixie:

"You monster!! She was my friend...!" sobbed Trixie, glaring right back into Magnus' eyes as he moved in front of her. She didn't know Skylar that well, but it still hurt. The absolute disrespect of keeping a trophy like that... It made her sick! And what did he mean she was a program? Did he mean she was like... a [i]copy[/i] copy? Like, how you [i]copy a file?[/i]

"Let go of me!" she yelled, wincing as his claws dug into her, and she cringed away from his tongue. "J-Jake, st-stop! Ow, [i]ow![/i] Jake I don't have any [i]lube[/i] you gotta--ARGK!!"

Her ass cheeks jiggled with the rapid thrusts, and the popular girl tried to pull her ass away, feeling her sensitive hole burning with small tears already--virgin ass; she remembered her body having more experience than this by now! Before she could adjust to the pain of Jake plowing her, Magnus started rubbing his spiked cock along her nethers. Wait, did that mean her pussy wasn't--?

"HAAARRGH!" Eyes wide and bulging, shutting tight in an instant and amidst a flood of tears, the little fox cried. Cried and screamed and wrenched, but thoroughly bound to both her rapists, she couldn't go anywhere. "Get OUT of me, you feel like a [i]pinecone[/i]! Get your mutant [i]dick out![/i] Harrgh!" Every move from either of them was hurting, it humiliated as much as it hurt, she thought she was passed this, she thought Daddy trained her... where... where was World? Where was Daddy?!

Mizzyam:

Jake really wished he could just turn his ears off so he didn't have to listen to Magnus taunting and upsetting Trixie. It would've at least made his own awful act a little easier to commit to. Part of him just wanted to get it over with quickly so he wouldn't have to live long afterwards to regret it, but the more carnal side of him wanted to recreate his first experience to feel that adrenaline rush of dominance as the vixen's tail-hole clenched tightly around his little member.

It'd hurt a little before too, but Trixie's quickly reddening pucker had been completely reset and didn't even have the assistance of bath-water to make the process easier this time. So every thrust stung a bit, at least until the fox's anus began to bleed a little. Not that Jake noticed, lost in the pleasure as he was and trying his hardest to stay there despite Magnus' presence and the inevitable complaints that arose from the poor girl.

He hated to admit it, but this current arrangement was as much a relief as it was a nightmare. Jake didn't want to hurt Trixie anymore than he wanted to see her die again, but... if he didn't do at least this much, Magnus had promised to do far worse. He probably would anyway, despite the hare's obedience, but... at least right now Jake was free to feel that familiar, addictive pleasure that came from mating.

He... really was terrible. Sure, maybe it wasn't [i]really[/i] Trixie anymore, but she looked, sounded and acted just like her. The pain was real, the betrayal was real, but all [i]he[/i] cared about was getting to play with her one last time before his own brutal death.

Hearing her cry for him to stop wasn't enough to make it happen either, not under threat of seeing her endure something worse, so all he could do in response was repeat over and over, “[i]I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry-I'm-sorry![/i]”

It was impossible not to cry even as he whined and moaned softly from the pleasure and tightened his grip on the vixen a little. She was dead, but he was still finding a way to disrespect her, and worse, Magnus was ensuring that she wouldn't enjoy herself even a little as he took up position in front of the raging vulpine, raking his spiny cock against her folds before brutally penetrating her not dissimilar to how Jake just had; sharply and all-at-once.

Magnus cursed as he commented on Trixie's 'tightness' and Jake invariably winced. Resetting her body's physical experience was the last thing he wanted credit for, much less the predator's thanks, but even he had to admit she was just as tight as she had been that one time. In fact, it made reaching a climax considerably easier than it might've otherwise been; or maybe he just [i]really[/i] wanted it to end that badly. Whatever the case, after just a minute and a half Jake's body shifted gears and, despite himself the buck dug his fingers into Trixie's fur a little, and, with a small trilling growl, bit down onto the nape of her neck, just like he had before.

Red in the face and squeezing his eyes shut so he didn't have to see what Magnus was doing to Trixie, Jake tried to pretend it was just him and her for that moment as his thrusting quickly picked up speed before breaking into sharp, halting jerks. Squeezing her just a little tighter the hare whined and deposited what little seed he had to offer into her bruised and bloody rump with just a few meager squirts.

Cyberblade:

"Shut up!"  The tiger growled, and grabbing Trixie's hair pulled the young fox into a kiss.  His sand-papery tongue forcing its way into her maw and wrestling with her own.

Magnus kept humping the entire time, even once he finally broke off the kiss to breathe he never really slowed down.  Quite the contrary, with the the way the bunny was speeding up he felt the need to match.

Jake's cock was probably the easiest to ignore, but still with both of them slamming inside of her at the same time she had to feel an intense fullness.  The feline dug his claws into her hips and kept thrusting harder and harder, his barbs starting to draw a little bit of blood as he rammed into her.

Noticing that the bunny was trying to wrap things up, the cruel teen couldn't help but want to ruin the moment for everyone but himself.  With Jake's final sharp, jerking thrusts and that little whine, Magnus reached his claws all the way around the fox and dug them into the bunny's ass before entering his own desperate mating session.

Rapidly thrusting and growling the entire time, Magnus roared and bit down on Trixie's shoulder hard as he began to pour his seed inside of her.  Spurt after spurt of hot tiger cum erupted from his throbbing shaft into her virtual womb while blood dribbled from her shoulder and down her breast.

Finally finishing up with her pussy moments later, the very happy teenager added injury to injury by raking his sharp claws around Jake's ass as he pulled back off of Trixie, his cock and her snatch dribbling cum onto the floor beneath them.

"Bitch isn't half bad-" he huffed with a smirk, breathing just the slightest bit heavier after even all that, "-but Skylar was still better."  He licked the bleeding wound on Trixie's shoulder while taunting her about her friend and demeaning them both at the same time.

"I hope the boy's ass doesn't disappoint."

Trixie:

What was wrong with Jake, why was he... so [i]into[/i] this? He didn't really want to hurt her did he? He didn't make sense to her, but, hadn't Daddy said that Jake [i]must[/i] like her? What was even real anymore if she could die and wake up somewhere else? She could feel herself bleeding down there, it didn't help... Thankfully, feeling him against the small of her back and against her ass-cheeks made a difference, and the illusion of love at least made her feel...

A kind of deep seeded [i]rage[/i]. Just... not at Jake. The true object of her anger suddenly grabbed her in mutual anger and started to kiss her. The tiger boy's sand-paper tongue scraped the inside of her mouth--she tried to fight him out, but dancing with his tongue was what he wanted. She could hardly bite his tongue with her own in the way. She was trapped like this, until Magnus released her to start biting and digging his claws into her and Jake.

"Aarrrgh!" she yelled and chomped down on Magnus' shoulder too, biting and chewing and ripping and tearing--or [i]trying[/i] to. It probably felt more loving than hateful to his strong, tough, thick-furred skin. Oh, and her teeth weren't that long or strong or even that sharp...

The humiliation was so much worse than the pain itself... She could feel him scraping away the delicate inner lining of her vagina, each barb slightly plastic but tough and digging and [i]catching[/i]. She could barely reciprocate. She pounded on Magnus' back and bit, but she couldn't seem to do anything more than delight him.

Finally he broke off from her, both of them panting. He said Skylar was better and she whimpered, seething drool onto the floor. This monster had raped and killed Skylar, the girl who stopped her from hurting Connie? Why was everyone so much stronger than her...?

"Jake didn't want to fuck me...!" she cried. "He doesn't want me! Stop it!" She snarled and lurched forward, then back, trying to slam herself into Jake and push off him--she was trying to [i]swing[/i].

"[i]I won't let you hurt Jake![/i]" she shouted, trying to launch off Jake with her paws and hook Magnus' head between the separator bar and her thighs and trap him!  It was going to be quite the gymnastic trick for someone so unathletic, and probably fruitless even if she succeeded, but she [i]had[/i] to fight him! When she was with World, she had nothing, she didn't even have Jake.

But Jake was here now, and she had to protect him. If she couldn't be his medicine, she'd at least be his friend; his defender.

Mizzyam:

It was terribly unfortunate that Magnus decided to dig his claws into Jake's rear at the moment of climax. The buck had been hoping and striving for at least a pleasant conclusion to his terrible deed, but the sudden fire in his backside not only elicited a shrill squeal as he stiffened and tightened his grip on Trixie, but triggered him to bite her neck even harder. It was a good thing the tiger had picked the opposite shoulder to bite into during his own orgasm; for Jake though, not for the vixen.

Both sides of her were bitten to the point of bleeding, intentionally by Magnus, but out of shock for Jake. He couldn't even bring himself to loosen his grip on the bloody mouthful of flesh between his incisors, at least... not until the feline raked his claws across the rabbit's fluffy white cheeks. Only then did Jake's jaws disengage, simply so he could open them to scream and flail. Red, bloody stains quickly appeared, streaking across both of the trembling cub's cheeks, burning and throbbing in a way that made his current position no longer tenable.

Already his legs were slipping off of Trixie's thighs, and his squirming as he tried to find the floor beneath him was causing him to slide down ever so slightly. His softening, but still erect little carrot slowly pulled free of her angry sphincter and flopping down with only a hint of stringy semen briefly connecting the two. After that it just bounced around awkwardly as Jake tried to keep from sinking any further. At the very least, the tips of his toes had found the floor.

By that point, Magnus had finished inside Trixie and pulled out, but the conflicted vixen was still raging and hadn't finished laying into the feline despite her captivity and Jake's complicity in her abuse and humiliation. Jake whined at first as she continued to assume he didn't want her, or care for her, but then the girl started to [i]thrash[/i] again, and with him still hanging off her, he didn't have any recourse but to dig in and cling tighter. The pair were still connected by the neck, and maybe the fox wasn't aware of that, but it was right in Jake's face, as the further down he slide the tighter the collar grew.

Eventually, Trixie was bucking and swinging so wildly in her effort to kick her legs up and wield the spreader-bar like a weapon, that Jake, much as he tried, simply couldn't hang on any longer. He clung on with all his might, but one fatal jerk made him slip and lose his grip entirely. The hare dropped immediately, but failed to land on his feet as his toes slipped out from under him.

Flailing arms immediately grabbed at the collar around his neck as it dug in tighter than ever, choking off his air supply with a frantic squeak and leaving him dangling and kicking uselessly at the floor in a blind, panicking effort to find purchase again. And of course, the rope around Trixie's neck didn't so much 'tighten' as pull taut, digging into the vixens throat and threatening the crush her wind-pipe—similar to how Fifi had perished—as Jake's full weight hung and pulled on it from behind.

Cyberblade:

Trixie's sharp bites into him actually did hurt, going a lot deeper than expected and drawing blood, but it was far from enough to actually bother him.  If anything it drove him to be even crueler.

Watching her drool on the floor moments later was just a little cherry on top of everything that he already had in motion.

"Jake wanted you so bad I barely had to push!"  He laughed in the fox's face, "It's because he wanted you so bad I was given your data you dumb bitch!  I dunno how you still haven't fucking figured that ou-"  He was cut off by the spreader bar reaching over top of him in a move that was far more graceful than the vixen had ever managed to be, his body getting yanked into hers one more time.

But that motion wasn't without consequences, sending little Jake tumbling to the floor in such a way that they were both getting choked out. The tiger smirked, inches away from Trixie's desperate face; he couldn't help but laugh that her attempt to fight for Jake had just about killed him.

Not ready for Jake or Trixie to expire yet, the tiger waited for a moment to let them suffer before biting through the rope on Trixies neck.  The fox gasped for air as the young boy cried out slamming into the floor.

"Try and protect him if you can, bitch!!!"  Magnus yelled in her face with a malicious smirk before pulling his head back and slamming his forehead into hers hard.  The young vixen was stunned just long enough Magnus easily slipped out from under the spreader bar and let her legs fall back to the ground with the jingling of her chains barely audible over the two cubs crying and struggling to recover.

"It's time for the real show to begin."  The tiger licked his lips, kneeling down to grab what was left of Jake's leash and yanking him to his feet.  Whether he stayed upright or not, he dragged the boy to a pillory set up a little ways in front of Trixie pointed directly at her.

No matter how the hare struggled or thrashed, Magnus forced his head and arms into the cutouts and slammed it shut, padlocking the end of it and ensuring the young hare was completely helpless to move or look away.

"First things first-"  The tiger fumbled around with some tools on a table behind Jake that he couldn't see.  "We need to make sure your teensy tiny little bunny ass is able to handle my [i]huge[/i] cock when I'm ready."

Picking something up, he slowly walked around Jake to let him see.  A medieval looking torture device made of iron that resembled a pear with a crank at the end of it.  

The tiger smirked knowing that he didn't need to say anything at this point.  All he needed to do to scare Jake now was make a couple little turns of that knob, causing the pear to spread open in four plates, growing wider and wider as he kept turning.  Eventually he switched direction and put it back to its pear shape, the sections coming together with an uncomfortable 'clink'.

Magnus grinned and came around to the bunny's clawed and quivering backside.  Without any effort to attempt to lubricate the teen callously began pressing the cold iron implement directly against the boys virgin sphincter.  

The tight muscles fought and struggled valiantly, holding him off for several minutes, stretching a little before Magnus would adjust his grip to try again.  Spitting at the boys hole didn't do much but humiliate him either.  Still, eventually his anus gave way, and Magnus forced the implement deep inside the now screeching cub.

Trixie:

"Hyick!" Trixie's eyes bulged immediately as she felt her neck almost snap from the sudden yank, up went her legs, down went the bunny. He must have give her ass the rotational velocity needed to hook Magnus; yes, she had him trapped. Gagging, feeling her neck burn, her need to save Jake made her squeeze with her thighs--choke him too.

Instead he laughed at her between those boob-soft thighs. 

[i]Crack![/i]

Trixie reeled back, coughing and sputtering, the stars in her vision mixing with the shallow glints of light off Skylar's braces... She stared, stupefied, as Magnus bit through the rope around her neck. She gasped for air as Jake fell away from her, croaking his name. Magnus disentangled her from himself, and pulled Jake away and forward. The stunned Trixie watched through one eye, the other covered by hair stuck to her scalp from a shallow cut where Skylar's braces had cut her from the head-butt. Her bloody nose and bleeding shoulders stained her front and back.

"No..." she finally said as she saw Magnus demonstrate the... pear. Her senses were clearing. Gods her everything hurt...! But... crying, she said, "Jake wants me...! I... No, can't... let you..."

She struggled feebly against her own gravitational weight and nothing else, nothing restrained her except the ceiling, and her toes couldn't find enough purchase. She tried swinging again with just her ass to help her. But, it was not only painful, it was painfully slow. The thing holding her wrists acted as a weight to prevent this very action. "Stop, no, stop!!"

As helpless as she was to stop Cyber's tragedy.

Mizzyam:

For a few long, agonizing moments, Jake couldn't process his surroundings. Stuck dangling and kicking wildly; his eyes bulged and his fingers clawed desperately at the tightened collar piercing into his neck with nearly every prong it had. He really felt like he was about to die [i]again[/i], but then the rope finally snapped and he dropped to the ground hard like a sack of potatoes, frantically loosening the collar with agonized, sobbing gasps for air. 

Dizzy from the oxygen deprivation, Magnus had no trouble reclaiming the leash, but when he tried to pull Jake to his feet with the same collar tightening again, he flailed spectacularly in terror, trying to get up to stand up, but only ending up being dragged on paws and knees once more with pathetic pleas for some form of mercy made incoherent through his raspy sobbing.

When he saw where the tiger was taking him though, his efforts to resist redoubled with frightened vigor. He recognized the contraption from cartoons and movies, and they were [i]never[/i] used for anything good, just torture and humiliation. So knowing Magnus wanted him locked in there, he [i]really[/i] tried to fight him off this time, even going so far as to snap at the feline's grabby paws with his teeth, but all that managed to do was earn him a few crippling strikes during the older boy's man-handling.

One way or another his executioner was going to get his way, and after a particularly nauseating knee to the gut, Jake folded into the pillory with little further fanfare, locked in place before he could recover and left to frantically jerk around, pulling at his head and wrists in a futile bid to retreat back through the openings. He really couldn't have been put in a worse position as a prey with overactive instincts.

Even as Magnus was attempting to explain what was coming next, Jake was still panicking, such that his nudity and flailing, flopping boyhood was completely ignored in favor of twisting awkwardly to get a leg high enough to dig his claws into the wood, trying to pull free. Instead however, his blunt claws dug deep scratches in the frame as his leg lost purchase and slipped off. Only then did the rabbit's attention return to the tiger as he came back into view.

The older boy had been rummaging around for something, but the object he'd scrounged up made Jake frown in worried confusion at first. Magnus had said something about making sure he was 'ready', but at first glance it wasn't clear how that tool was going to be used. At least, not until the feline started to twist the crank. Suddenly the little lump of metal started to split apart, increasing in girth, and... Jake's eyes widened in abject horror as the puzzle pieces fell into place.

The instant Magnus started to move towards him again, the panicked pleas began again, quickly rising in pitch as he passed out of sight behind the restrained rabbit.

“N-no, no, no, no, please don't! Please don't, please don't--! [i]Please![/i]” he panted with increasing terror, wild eyes trying to look behind him but only seeing wood.

Trixie's presence was almost forgotten, but not entirely ignored as Jake's gaze bounced around in trepidation and met hers on at least a couple occasions before the chill of cold, unfeeling steel suddenly pressed against his clenching anus, eliciting a squeal and sobbing even before the pressure started. Unfortunately for Jake, lubricant or not, Magnus was determined to shove that foreign torture device through the rabbit's resisting pucker, but it was no easy task.

After just a few attempts and failures the feline provided just the minimal assistance by [i]spitting[/i], each time making the buck flinch and physically jump as he felt the fluid striking his tail-hole, but slowly, despite a groaning, grunting and sobbing Jake, his virgin rectum began to be breached. Trixie couldn't see anymore than he could, but she didn't really need to to know just how much it hurt.

“STOP! STO-HA-HOP! IT HURTS! IT HUUURTS!!” Jake screamed as he thrashed, beating his head against the pillory and clenching his paws into painful fists as little by little his stubborn muscles gave way.

The tears and screams as his struggling renewed sporadically only to freeze as he tensed and whimpered, was practically an indicator of Magnus' progress, with Jake's panic eventually reaching a peak when his strained sphincter suddenly snapped around the widest part of the tool, and then...

A feral, body-shaking screech followed as the rest of the object slid in with ease before Jake's legs gave up and he slumped, leaving him to hang from his neck and wrists with a look that indicated just how exhausted and sore he was from little more than being 'prepared' for later. Rather than meet Trixie's gaze now though, he stared miserably at the floor, blushing with humiliation, medieval spreader deep in his rectum, and his erection little more than a hint of pink, poking out of his sheath.

After all that his bladder finally decided to empty as well, and even though he didn't have much to offer, it still trailed down his legs and splattered on the floor below him, but Jake looked almost too broken to even notice or care. His butt was screaming in pain now, and he wasn't sure what horrible thing he was going to have to witness or experience next. He just wanted it all to end, and his expression clearly said as much.

Cyberblade:

"Oh quit yer fucking belly-aching!"  Magnus growled and smacked the boy's sliced up butt-cheeks, "I haven't even done THIS yet!"

Right as he emphasized 'THIS' he gave the pear a good crank, spreading it open a little bit and making him squeal in pain.

"Ya know, if you pee'd earlier I could'a used that to make this easier!"  He snickered and cranked it again, closing his eyes to savor the way the boy squealed every time he was forced wider and wider.

Muscle fibers were already being stretched to their limits, the boy would be feeling his sphincter beginning to tear with the next fateful twist.

"Think ya got one more?" The rhetorical question dripped with malice as the teen cranked the knob one last time and let Jake scream.  Kneeling down to examine his handiwork, it was pretty impressive to see the boy's hole stretched to the point he could shove his hand up there if he really wanted to.

"I think that'll do you just fine."  He grinned and looked the boy over one more time before starting to approach Trixie.  Looking her over as well, he caressed her chin with a smirk before starting to change up her bindings.

Removing a pin from the bar her cuffs were connected to, he forced her arms out more to her sides in a sort of 'T' like position before pinning them back in place one by one.  Kneeling down to secure the spreader bar to the floor so she essentially couldn't move at all, she kept squirming and kicking trying to prevent it.

"Knock...it...OFF!!!"  The teen upper-cutted the angry young vixen's exposed genitals to make her stop fighting long enough to secure the spreader bar in place.  With her movement essentially locked outside of minimal core movements, Magnus turned away to look at another table of tools and torture implements.

"Soooo, you agreed to go all house-bitch and take the place of that fox's fucking doll for a week straight, and all you could think to get Jake was one of his creepy dolls?"  The tiger grinned, picking up a razor sharp knife and returned to Trixie's side.

Gently he pulled the dull side of the knife over her, taunting her as he kept talking.  "Shouldn't you have wanted to give him something more [i]personal[/i]?"  He heard out either her screaming angry rant or pleas for Jake's safety with a smile on his face the entire time then sighed longingly.

"Do you wanna know what my profession was in the base game?" He gave her a moment to try to guess or call him crazy, passing that time by testing the sharpness of the blade on his own finger, almost instantly drawing blood.

"Skinning."  His eyes looked up into the helpless vixens amber orbs and slowly he fell into laughter.  The rabid maniacal laughter that followed almost undercut the sheer horror of the entire situation.  

Almost.

Trixie:

Trixie wept as she listened on, trying to avoid looking as Jake squealed and rocked in his pillory prison--he didn't seem to want to make eye-contact anyway. "Please don't hurt him...!" Trixie cried. "Dadd--World, my only, he killed--there's only Jake now, I-I h-have Jake back! If he really wants me, I... I need to make up with you!"

She gasped in fear, hearing Jake shriek again as Magnus expanded him to near rupture, and saw drops of blood, thankfully a minor flow, dropping down between Jake's legs. She couldn't help but try to make eye contact now, but Jake was still avoiding her, looking at the floor. Magnus, however, was looking right at her. Her ears folded and she flinched back in fear as he approached.

His gods-awful touch was so gentle, almost soothing, but its wretched owner still gave the touch enough disgust to burn her. He started messing with her bindings, and, sensing any opportunity to... anything, she tried to fight him again, bashing the separator bar between her legs against his shins and hip.

"Ku[i]FAW![/i]" she barked, cunt-punted into a quivering, pained mess. [i]'What the fuck? That is only supposed to work... on boys....'[/i] Thank goodness Cyber already tore her hymen; that would have torn it too. She gasped for breath as she watched him prepare her with helpless worry.

Her ears folded again, her teeth pulled back in a sneer of terror... What was that knife for? "Ahh, st-stop... St-stay back!"

She clenched her eyes shut, still seething, then glared at him with renewed anger. "You know what, fuck it! Do what you want with me if it keeps you off Jake!! I'll give him m-my life if I have to! I d-don't c-care if you think I'm just some... cop-py? Wha? Your... profession?"

That couldn't be a good question... She gulped. She struggled to think of anything flippant. "F-fisherman?" she said, and it felt insufficiently sarcastic. It made her worried, actually.

His actual answer was so much worse though. Despite already being restrained, her entire body seemed to somehow droop [i]more[/i]. "No...!" she said once, quickly, frozen still.

Mizzyam:

Just having his virgin pucker stretched around the collapsed metal bulb had been painful enough, but according to Magnus it was just the beginning as he delivered a squeal-inducing slap to his sizzling backside. Giving his words emphasis with a single, full crank of the handle, Jake in turn let out a shriek as his entire body tensed and spasmed helplessly, while his anus began to stretch. There was some snarky comment from the feline, but the hare could barely hear it, much less process it, over the sounds of his own screaming and the full-body flailing that the increasing pain in his backside encouraged.

Eventually he did manage to get his feet under him again, in a desperate attempt to pull away from the awful invader gradually expanding inside him, but that just led to even greater agony as the medieval device reached it's initial diameter in which his skin had begun to split, with the second crank and then the feline, curious if he could take one more, cranked it again, more cracks in his flesh emerged, to a chorus of feral screeching. The mind-numbing explosion of fiery agony shooting up his tail-bone was enough to suck the last bit of strength out of his legs, leaving him to hang again, kicking blindly at the creature tormenting him.

When the cranking finally came to a stop, Jake was left to quiver stiffly and cry loudly in persistent agony that only increased whenever his half-destroyed sphincter involuntarily flexed or clenched. It took him some time just to regain enough focus to not be staring off into oblivion with a twitchy, tear-stained expression of shell-shock. He had no way of knowing just how wide he'd been stretched, or even how much damage had really been inflicted, but it [i]felt[/i] as if his insides had become his outsides with his rectum now exposed to open air, and nausea was quick to make him upchuck again, splattering previously ingested piss all over the floor.

Jake was only vaguely aware of a satisfied Magnus reappearing and tending to a struggling Trixie, but when he hurt her in response to her flailing, the buck refocused long enough to croak a pathetic, “S...s-stop...!” But any effort to move was only met with fresh pain and so the hare withered and stayed as still as possible, unaware of the drops of blood mixing with the puddle of urine below him.

Trixie had been begging for Magnus not to hurt Jake, so it only made sense for him to respond in kind, but watching the display in front of him as the tiger teased and taunted the vixen, he was struggling just not to get dizzy.

“No... l-leave her alone... [i]please[/i]..!” he whimpered weakly, only now able to meet Trixie's gaze again once he saw Magnus reaching for a frighteningly sharp blade and talking to the girl about giving Jake something more 'personal'. He brought the blunt side of the knife close to her with the revelation that he intended to use the weapon to [i]skin[/i] Trixie and the buck dared to squirm a little in wide-eyed fear for her, letting out a pained cry, which quickly morphed into a bitter, sobbing protest.

“S-s-sto-hop! Why—why are you [i]doing[/i] this...!? Y-y-you're just supposed to be killing [i]me[/i]...!” he whined miserably, despite already knowing the answer; after all, Magnus wasn't exactly being quiet about his motives. The feline was a bully, a twisted one, and he openly enjoyed milking the torture and humiliation, so even the next words out of Jake's mouth were already answered as well, but desperation demanded he try to at least delay the inevitable a little longer, “Sh-she shouldn't even [i]be[/i]here..! I-isn't this... [i]cheating[/i]?! W-w-why do [i]you[/i] get to kill [i]both[/i] of us?! Sh-she's [i]already dead[/i]! Why does she have to die [i]AGAIN[/i]!? It's not... it—it—[i]it's not fai-ha-ha-hair...![/i]”

He broke down into tears once more, quivering in fresh pain from all his writhing as he complained, both out of breath and out of words and trying to avoid looking at what was sure to follow despite his brief interruption.

Cyberblade:

"Yes!~"  Magnus laughed at the quivering little Trixie as he held the knife, the sound of Jake screaming behind him was music to his ears.

Still, the things the boy was screaming about were starting to grow a little too repetitive and dumb for his liking.  [i]"Scream something new!"[/i] he thought to himself with a sigh before turning around and approaching the little bun.

"If you haven't figured out why, there's no fucking point in trying to explain."  He laughed and grabbed Jake's head to force him to look into his eyes, "What about this entire game has been fucking fair?  Was it your kidnapping? Nobody voting for the dumb wolf? Getting your throat ripped out 'cuz you raped another cub?"

He scoffed at the very thought, "The rules of this game are whatever the fuck the people running it say they are."  He ruffled Jake's head fur condescendingly, "Now shut up and watch as I get you the Trixie jacket you deserve."

Practically skipping back to Trixie, the tiger smirked and sized her up, trying to figure out how exactly he wanted to approach this to maximize her pelt and not lose too much to fighting with her struggling.

Ignoring any pleas to reconsider or offers to do anything else, the teenager held his blade tight but with a precise amount of control.

The blade was so sharp that at first she wouldn't even realize she was cut.  She barely felt a thing as the teen started with her neck, tracing a circle around it just below her chin.

A few moments later the cut would start to ache and trickle mere droplets of blood.  It was creepy and outright foreboding that it seemed almost pain-free at this point, but to both cubs dismay it just meant they had more time to anticipate what would happen to her soon enough.

Magnus was just whistling to himself quietly as if this were a mundane job in-game; he didn't care if they screamed at him, talked to each other, or just sobbed and panicked he was just locked in on making sure all his cuts were precise.

Dragging the knife blade straight down from her chin, over her chest and stomach, he let it linger a little bit over her clit before continuing all the way to her anus.  Obviously this one hurt the most of the cuts, but the almost impossibly sharp knife meant it still hadn't become overwhelmingly unbearable quite yet.

Tracing around her wrists and ankles, he finally guided those sections back to that center line with a sadistic grin.  Licking his lips, he wanted to savor this next moment.  The cruellest thing he'd never thought he'd be able to get away with doing and here he was about to do it.

"Let's get you properly undressed."  He whispered into her ears with a smirk before gently sliding the knife into the now separated sections of flesh on her chest.  Growling in anticipation he grabbed the young vixens fur tight and began pulling and tugging, over and over, short but strong pulls as he slid the knife under her flesh to help cut it free.

He might not be able to hear it over her inevitable screaming, but the feeling of the flesh tearing free of the muscle and fat beneath it brought the little teenage sociopath so much pleasure he was already at full mast again and ready for yet another round.

Freeing most of her chest and neck, he began to work on her sleeves.  Using the flesh he'd already pulled free to help guide the knife in place to pull and tug.  It was an excruciatingly slow process and he wasn't even halfway done yet.

Trixie:

Jake's miserable, pained protests sounded so weak, making her heart feel like it was on a faster hamster-wheel than before; yes, running in circles. Like Jake, her mind kept circling on the same thoughts before answering themselves with the predictable, [i]”Of course”[/i]. It was just that the logical part of her mind that understood torture in principle was not glued together with the part of her that couldn't understand why it was happening to [i]her[/i], to either of them.

He skipped over to her and she flinched, seething. "Wh-what did I [i]do[/i] to you though? You can't expect me to... believe this is... just a [i]game[/i] for you too! It's too personal, you're... torturing us, wh-what did we [i]do[/i] to [i]you[/i] personally dammit?"

As he raised the knife towards her, she leaned her head up, eyes wide with fear, her breath in ragged shudders; "N-no! I... c-can please you, k-kill me any other way! T-tell me what you w-want, just keep that away from me!"

She closed her eyes, crying as she felt him toying with the knife, just playing with it as he seemingly dragged it across her fur while she kept her eyes shut. Even just petting her with the knife, it seemed to hurt... Her fur already dripping with blood.

A lot of it...

She opened her eyes, shuddering as she saw blood pooling down against her collar bone. The cut was burning... th-that had been a [i]cut?[/i]

She was paralyzed with fear and... fascination as he almost [i]unzipped[/i] her with the knife... at least until he started cutting her taint in half. She cried out in pain, hearing Jake's protests as he watched the seat of her nethers sliced.

She was recovering from the pain and scare from that when she noticed he was already finishing up with her ankles and wrists. She was seething again, spit rushing like a white foam tide between her teeth. "Please, if they're making you do this... just tell me..." she cried, her mind finally trying to rationalize one last stupid way in which he wasn't eager to hurt her like this. "You can't [i]want[/i] to do this...!"

He leaned up to whisper in her ear, his response... [i]'Let's get you properly undressed.'[/i]

Trixie started screaming and didn't stop once throughout the process, finding endless air in her lungs to shriek and shout and writhe with. The knife had felt painless in comparison. Yank, by hideous yank, hers and the ears of the boys' were filled with a sound that cut through her screams like a knife through butter--an almost masking tape sound that at first made Trixie's agonized mind retreat to a memory in which Mommy was alive, helping to pack boxes before they moved.

[i]'Would you like to help honey?'[/i] Mommy had asked. Trixie had nodded with a grin, eager to help even though Daddy wanted the servants to do it instead.

"HAAAAAAAAARGH-HAAAAAARGH-HAAAAARGH!!" All the blood trapped between skin, fur, and flesh was rushing out, leaving behind glistening, raw flesh. Her breasts were exposed, almost diseased, disgusting clumps of pale fat stuck to her otherwise pristine muscle fibers. Without fur or skin, her budding breasts looked like cancerous or unsavory fat clumps, like you'd trim away before frying.

Magnus probably was surprised by how clearly the sound travelled through her screams--maybe it was the wrongness of the sound, or the way it ran up his arms. Part of Trixie's mind was now screaming for the [i]sound[/i] to stop, insanely thinking that Magnus had some noise maker he was using to annoy her, until each painful yank reminded her that... no.

That was [i]her[/i]making those sounds... That was the sound of her body being destroyed. [i]Pelted[/i].

She finally got it though, how utterly monstrous Magnus was, how pointless it was to want any mercy. She'd been right the first time after-all. She [i]was[/i] in Hell, and Magnus... was a [i]demon[/i].

He was starting to peel away one of her arms when she found a break from screaming long enough to shriek in fury at him, "YOU INSANE FUCKER!!--HAAAARRGH--YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO CYBER YOU'RE NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING--AAAAAAARGH!!"

Finishing one of her precious sleeves and leaving one gleaming, blood soaked arm shut her up good. When her eyes weren't shut tight, she glanced in weeping horror at her own arm. So much blood, and yet, the bleeding was eerily over once the fur was [i]gone[/i].

Gods, it felt so cold in this room. Was it more than just the agony now making her shiver? "P-put it back!" she whimpered. But then Magnus just kept on being Magnus, and the pain and eventual [i]insanity[/i] as her mind retreated into memory loops to protect itself rendered her nothing more than a screaming feral animal.

Mizzyam:

Though he did manage to put off the spectacle he was expected to bear witness to for just a little longer, Jake didn't anticipate that Magnus would grab him by the head-fur and make him meet those angry amber eyes once more while he viciously broke it all down for the wincing, sobbing rabbit. Not that Jake was unclear of the facts, but the bully in Magnus clearly couldn't resist rubbing it in. And sure, it staved off Trixie's inevitable torture, but only for a few more seconds, before an unpleasant ruffle of his fur where the feline had been grabbing, led right back into it, with the twisted boy ordering Jake to shut up while he worked.

Jake couldn't oblige that order of course. Luckily by now his gaping anus had begun to go numb, such that his ability to move was less restricted, but it just meant the hare was free to squirm and writhe in his bondage as the tiger returned to Trixie, “No, no, no! NO! Please! Please don't do this! Ple-he-he-hease!” he screamed, watching with eyes as wide as the vixen's as that blade came dangerously close to her body again, sizing it up for a moment before deigning to make the first cut.

Trixie too tried her best to delay her own horrible fate, but though she had a lot to say, even trying to bargain with the other predator, it was all for naught as she devolved into tears and fear as the razor sharp knife finally made it's first, frightful move. It was hard to watch, but...

At first the hare could only stare on in horror, flailing and fighting helplessly to rip himself out of his binding, even reaching either leg up, one after the other despite the fresh waves of pain, to dig his claws into the pillory and push as hard as he could, scratching up the wood in quick order, but making no headway. All he got for his effort was more tears in his anus, more of his own blood on the floor and a lot of reignited pain. And all Magnus had done so far was seem to begin tracing where he was going to make his cuts.

It wasn't until red lines started to appear where his knife had been, and in particular when Trixie let out a sharp cry that Jake realized... it had [i]already[/i] started. He was being forced to watch Magnus skin the only predator he'd ever had affection for, while she was still alive to squirm and suffer. The poor buck really couldn't have imagined a worse fate than this; short of being skinned himself, but... Jake had a worrying impression that this was all just a terrifying preview of his own future.

When Jake realized the knife was actually slicing, and drawing more and more blood from the fox, it was no longer possible to watch it directly, he had to focus squarely on her terrified, morbidly fascinated expression, with a horrified, miserable expression of his own to match as he continued to beg for it to stop. But... Jake really [i]had[/i] become a broken record at this point. All his could think to do was plead for it to stop, for her to be spared, that he'd do [i]anything[/i]—[i]literally[/i]anything!—to see the suffering stop, but when it became clear that Magnus intended to skin ever inch of fur off Trixie's body save for that of her hands, feet and head, he just... he [i]couldn't[/i] watch anymore. 

Tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly, the buck physically shrank inward, eyes squeezed shut and quivering with terror as the screaming began and he knew, he just [i]knew[/i] in that moment, that the defleshing had begun. And Trixie's screeching cries didn't let up even at little, yet all throughout, despite her agony ringing painfully in his ears, he could [i]still[/i] hear the [i]shhlick... shhlick... shhlick...![/i] as slowly but surely the poor vixen's skin became disembodied pelt, dangling limp and bloody from her chest as Magnus moved on to her arms.

Eventually the sounds the fox were making became more terrifying to the buck than that of the sound of her own skin being removed. Without the visual stimulus it was a lot easier to imagine those feral, carnal screams as those of an angry predator than one in excruciating pain, so Jake was trembling with fright from instinctual response alone by the time Trixie stopped screaming incoherently long enough to put rage and pain-filled words to her agony, trying even now to stand up to the psychopath skinning her alive before a captive audience.

After that though, the vixen went eerily quiet for a moment, save for horrified weeping. Jake foolishly assumed in that moment that the deed was done and he could dare to open his eyes. How wrong he was. Maybe seeing her already completely skinless would've been awful enough, but the scene that he bore witness to was arguably worse as Magnus, mid-skinning of her second arm, had just finished one last, crucial slice and in that moment degloved her entire arm with one sharp, heart-stopping jerk.

It was Jake's turn to pick up the slack this time, as he began to scream in utter horror, his stalled struggling quickly renewed as tears threatened to obscure his vision. So too came the cries for it to stop again, or even to just put her out her misery at this point, as poor Trixie looked shell-shocked, arms spread in a facsimile of a religious figure, but her once pretty fur gone and in it's place was hideous, bloody muscle tissue and various fat deposits, including where her pretty little breasts used to be. The one he'd once seen as a potential Angel of Redemption, was little more than a grotesque Angel of Death now.

Jake couldn't bring himself to look at her anymore, eyes shutting tight as he protested, gagging and struggling to vomit on an empty stomach. She was a nightmare, a hideous, monstrous representation of his own fate, and yet still his whimpering, sobbing cries to undo the damage, merely echoing a stunned Trixie's shivering demands, were hilariously pointless at this juncture. Even if he'd been so 'kind' as to oblige, what would the tiger have done, staple her skin back together so she could wear her [i]own[/i] flesh like a jacket? There was no chance she'd ever recover.

That small part of Jake that knew—or at least had reason to believe—that this was all just VR and that she wasn't even alive anymore and this was just computer code screaming in agony at him, was buried beneath the weight of the horrors unfolding before him. It was just [i]too[/i] real to not respond in kind, especially when Trixie's feral screams really kicked in again and Jake's own skin crawled with instinctual terror.

He only dared to open his eyes a couple more times after that, making eye-contact with the brutalized vixen at least once more before her snarling maw's rows of fangs triggered another frightful panic attack and sent him into a feral scramble of an attempt to escape, twisting and tugging and jerking about in the pillory until his neck and wrists were bloody.

Cyberblade:

[i]~EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~[/i]

That was almost all Magnus could hear at ground zero, his ears ringing from the screaming little girl.

[i]"Should've put in the earplugs for this."[/i] He thought to himself while peeling her fur back with one awful pull after another.  Those primal screams were so realistic that even if deep down he knew this wasn't really Trixie, it was real enough to hurt him just as bad.

Having unwrapped the girl's front-side, he methodically moved along to her backside.  The large section behind her neck was still so tightly held in place it was almost like he was starting over again.  He wanted so badly to just tear it off in one smooth motion, but he knew if he did that the pelt would likely tear.

Time had lost all meaning to both cubs but it had obviously been far worse for one of them.  The little girl was breathing erratically, shivering and struggling to focus her eyes on anything.  Shock had hit her hard even if the little sociopath wasn't quite done. 

The vixens arms, legs, back, and chest were all exposed to the air looking like one of those anatomical dummies, and all that left was her big fluffy tail.  He hadn't wanted to fight with complicated spots like her face, hands, or paws, but that gorgeous fluffy tail was absolutely worth preserving.

It was an arduous process, peeling the base of the tail back and slowly tugging the flesh free but the tiger was determined.  The flesh of her tail was turning inside-out like a sock pulled off from the top, but it was coming off.

"Just a little- bit- more!"  He huffed and grunted, tugging the last couple of times and finally Trixie's pelt was freed from where it truly belonged.

Pulling the tail back inside-in, the boy held the pelt up from what had been her neck and paraded it around front of her holding it like it was his prom tuxedo.

"This would make an absolutely [i]awesome[/i]coat!"  Magnus let out a low whistle and examined the fur patterns in hand.  "Maybe I could make a hat with the tail?"  These were the kinds of mundane yet cruel thoughts he had even as the girl was dying incredibly slowly right beside him.

Ignoring her worsening state, he brought the pelt up close for the young hare to get a look.

"Look Jake, no holes; a [i]perfect[/i]coat."  He grinned maniacally, continuing around the young nude bun.

"Bet yer really fucking tired of being naked, right?  Let me help you with that."  He draped the pelt over-top of the boy like some kind of perverse pajamas.  Knowing full well what would happen if he didn't, he reached to the nearby table for some pins and pinned the coat on him so he couldn't shake free.

Coming back around he savored the horrified expression on Jake's face before returning to the broken little somewhat 'alive' little girl.

Without another word to her, he undid her restraints and let her fall completely limp to the ground.  Seeing the weakest attempts to move or struggle, Magnus laughed, "Holy fuck, is there still some fight in there?"  He pulled her hair and forced her to look him in the eyes to see if she was still in there and smirked, "And here I was worried you'd be [i]boring[/i]by now."

Keeping a hold of her hair, he dragged her body over the cold stone floor and towards a large wooden wheel.  Yanking her over top of it, he tied her head to the rim using her hair.

"Now...what to tie you to the rest of it with..."  The boy thought aloud facetiously while getting her arm over one of the spokes before slamming his foot down on the fleshless limb with the loud snap of her humerus breaking.

Whether she cried out or was numb to it all by now, the tiger didn't care as he got her prepared for the final act.  Wrapping the broken arm around the spoke he slammed down yet again this time shattering her ulna and radius.  Seconds later he'd had her arm corkscrewed around the spoke like a wet noodle and he moved onto the other limbs.

One by one they snapped over and over, the demon child contorting the half alive vixen like a pretzel around the wheel.

"Wooo!"  The tiger stepped back with a smile.  This was the most evil, monstrous thing he'd ever done and he was so proud in this moment. He licked his lips, almost tempted to rape her again like this, but he knew he didn't have long to rub Jake's nose in this and he knew he needed to savor the [i]real[/i]cub most of all.

"Now then," He turned to Jake with a mischievous smirk, "D'ya wanna say goodbye to this cunt?"

Trixie:

[i]'Mommy look I wear'd a crown!'

'Honey you can't just run around in your[/i] birthday suit[i], come back here silly girl!'[/i]

-

Undressing her, he was undressing her, undressing her birthday suit; Mommy would disapprove; Daddy would laugh; Daddy would say maybe she deserved it for losing the game; other Daddy drowned her; where will she move next? The sound of packing tape being pulled was so painful, and someone wouldn't stop screaming. She was cold, she wanted to sleep.

Big girl's don't cry. She hated throwing up. It was all over in front of her. What was that on her chest? Tomato sauce cleans fur of skunk smells, [i]'--MY FUR IS GONE MY FUR IS GONE MY FUR IS GONE--'[/i]

[i]'I love Mommy!'[/i] she thinks suddenly, [i]'Mommy still loves me, Mommy...'[/i]

Mommy was dead.

So was Trixie; throwing up, the girl thought at first that she wasn't sure who she was, not like she did a moment ago, but hoping, [i]wishing[/i], it would somehow save her. But all the memories kept coming back, too strong not to be hers.

She shivered, and started heaving again, feeling small dribbles of bile fall from her mouth and onto the floor. She felt something awful on her tail, which was shuddering and paralyzed with pain. The sensation ended at the tip of her tail and pulled away with a nasty popping sound. She heard laughter. She was choking on the very need to breathe and scream at the same time. Magnus made his way in front of her and showed off something to her, and even when she saw her own heart-shaped ass-fur pattern waved in her face, she didn't [i]understand[/i] that Magnus was finished skinning her alive, that [i]that[/i] pelt was [i]hers[/i] and it was [i]gone[/i] from her body...

Until he draped it on Jake. His horrified reaction made her start screaming again, pulling her out of the shoals of shock (to which she'd drift in and out like the tide until expiration) seeing Jake transform like a skin-walker from rabbit, to [i]fox[/i], pelt pinned in place.

She hadn't deserved this, had she? The most evil thing, was... was this tiger a servant of the Rabbit Queen, was Jake being punished for loving her? Where was she..? She was in so much pain, hard to think...

She fell to the floor, yelping in agony as her knees hit the stone floor without the padded protection of [i]her fucking skin[/i]. The pain, the brutality, the [i]unfairness[/i].... She looked up at Magnus and his smug, gloating face with fear, then hostility, then [i]recognition[/i].

"You'd have done this to Cyber too, wouldn't you?!" she gargled, and with a feral look in her eye, she lunged at Magnus with her jaws as if she was a fucking [i]zombie[/i]. She didn't even make it half the distance toward him though before collapsing onto the floor, nothing more than a shivering pile of red flesh that was so terribly [i]thin[/i] now, thin, depleted...

He yanked her hair back and thanked her for still being entertaining, and she spat at his face--but again, nothing happened. Too dehydrated, too much vomiting; he'd only recognize the [i]attempt[/i] at spit that was hilariously meek, like a newborn kitten attempting to hiss and sneezing instead.

And for all her bravado, she squealed like a banshee shriek as he dragged her across the floor, a thin red smear in her wake as the stone floor ground off a millimeter or two of her flesh away, to forever remain part of the floor as spoiled, ground-vixen. He threw her onto something--the relief of no longer being sandpapered on her back and ass by the rough-hewn floor was an intense relief. Jake would see small specks of whitish yellow fat lingering on the floor from where her ass was dragged, looking like dead maggots on the floor.

Disgusting, shivering mess that she was, she wasn't aware that anything else was coming until it happened to her. She shrieked out in miserable pain and terror as he broke the first bone, and merely screamed and gyrated her head around like an animal in a trap, until, when he was mostly done pretzeling her, she finally leaned her head up with a teary face to look at his work and scream [i]at[/i] it rather than around it.

She didn't say anything, only shook her head back and forth in visceral horror at what he'd done to her. A meat pretzel, trapped inside a wheel, how, why?! HOW?! [i]WHY?![/i]

"Cybeeer!" she yelled at the ceiling. "Help, help meee!" Limbs spiraled around spokes or between them, aching and throbbing and twitching and yet unmoving and useless. Again, her body tried to vomit, and she only heaved a stinging mucous over her skinless chest. Her terrified body voided the last of whatever thin pasty fecal slime was in her bowels, as well as the last of her urine.

Cyber's demon bully was whooping with glory. She was trapped, helpless, dying... And it wasn't even about her. It was going to be about Jake. Magnus was surely done with her now.

She was here to torture Jake most of all... Jake loved her, she, she had to...

She had to kill Magnus...!

"Come here and kiss me!!" she shouted at Magnus with a feral look in her eyes, drooling, "Come here and kiss me!!" The blood-lust in her eyes would more than tip off Magnus to her paltry attempt at luring him to her, though; he knew by now her jaws weren't strong enough to tear out his thick hide, but, better safe than sorry.

Perhaps Magnus had a feeling Cyber could have been this determined too, perhaps that is why it had felt so good to destroy everything the little wolf had cared about. Hopefully, he'd still be watching for the next part.

Trixie looked actually defeated, her soul as crushed as her body, when Magnus turned away to fetch Jake.

"Jake, I'm sorry I did this!" she wept, and then the surge of pain sent her mind careening down avenues of insanity again. "Mommy loves my birthday suit, Mommy loves me!"

Mizzyam:

Jake could only quiver with eyes closed in terror and revulsion as the horrid process continued for what felt like [i]forever[/i] until it reached it's dreadful conclusion. By the time Magnus finally announced its completion, the hare had given up all hope and fallen quiet, save for his miserable sobbing. Trixie had likewise run out of energy to scream or thrash or resist, contributable to either blood loss or just the utter shock of being skinned alive.

The last sickening slurp as the fox's inverted tail was removed made the rabbit quiver with nausea, but he was too defeated to do much more. However, when the feline proceeded to parade the newly disembodied pelt around with his disturbing commentary, Jake couldn't help opening his eyes one last time. Call it morbid curiosity, fear of disobeying, or just a lingering concern for the vixen that had become so alien and disfigured to him now, but... either way, it was his single greatest mistake. The sight before him filled him with instant regret, but the overwhelming horror of watching that ghostly spectre of orange fur, flapping through the air like some piece of clothing, instead of Trixie's skin, paled in comparison to what laid beyond the amused tiger.

Shivering and weak and barely conscious, Trixie dangled from her restraints, looking more like a piece of meat being prepared for market, than the girl he'd fallen for despite himself. Even though Magnus had spared her paws, feet and most importantly, her head, it just... [i]didn't[/i] look like her anymore. Maybe it was all the lingering blood, or just how thin and frail she looked now without her skin, but... it brought fresh, sobbing tears to his eyes as he whimpered in wide-eyed awe.

“Y-y-y-you're a... a [i]monster[/i]...!” was all he could say before the tiger's eyes found him again.

He was saying something about Jake being tired of being naked, a fact to be sure but the shocked rabbit could only stare at that horrifying pelt as it passed out of sight before he realized where it was going. The response was immediate and feral as he kicked and squirmed to life again, pulling painfully at his wrists and neck as the vile blanket of fox flesh was suddenly draped over him. And then the screams erupted as he struggled, only going up in pitch when the feline begin [i]literally[/i] pinning Trixie's flesh to his own.

“No-no-no-no! GET-IT-OFF! [i]GET-IT-OFF[/i]!!” he screeched as the flesh was secured around him bit by bit, still disturbingly luke-warm as sticky remnants of Trixie's blood stained and soaked into his fur, sending chills up and down his body.

Suddenly, for at least a few moments, a dying Trixie was forgotten in favor of her wicked, flesh-suit becoming a nauseating part of him. He didn't know what was worse in that moment, the fact fox flesh was touching him in the worst way possible, that he was in a sick, twisted way being turned into a girl, or the unsettling fact that the older girl's pelt fit his body a little [i]too[/i] well. After just a few seconds in his new nightmare state-of-being, wearing Trixie's skin like some kind of lotion-obsessed psychopath, Jake quickly decided the worst part was the [i]smell[/i]. The scent of blood and piss and even a bit of vomit that surrounded him was triggering his instincts like a constant jack-hammer in the back of his head. A literal [i]headache[/i] of terror.

Left to dangle once more, only now looking more like a fox save for his extremities, the buck could only stare in panting shock at what unfolded next between Magnus and Trixie. He was too tired to do much more than flinch and jerk with sympathy as she was released from her bondage to fall hard on the floor without even a cushion of skin anymore; skin that felt like it was stinging his own, where it now resided, almost like he could literally [i]feel[/i] the pain he was watching the vixen endure.

Even now, the girl still tried to fight back, but she didn't have the strength or life left in her body to put up any resistance. Instead, a surprised but amused Magnus, yanking her by the hair, dragged her skinless body across the rough floor, making Jake tremble and sob as she writhed and shed chunks of her bloodied, unprotected flesh, leaving a distinct trail behind that would no doubt persist into the next elimination to occur here.

Once Magnus had the poor, half-dead girl's hair tied to the rim of a large, spoked wheel, the tiger started breaking bones with loud, sickening pops that made Jake's whole body spasm in horror, and that was all the hare could stand to watch. His eyes closed tight after that, his head jerking away, but still flinching and ears twitching violently at having to hear each nauseating crunch and the ensuing screams of agony as Trixie's body was broken and made to twist and curl around each assigned spoke.

In her pain-induced hysteria, the fox cried out for Cyber, tightening that vice on Jake's heart just a little more. Amidst a splatter of fluids though, Trixie seemed to lose the plot entirely and demand for Magnus to kiss her, which hurt to hear, but given her current state, the buck had to wonder what was even going through her mind right now. She certainly sounded angry, with a feral growl in her weakened voice, but the poor girl's thoughts were all over the place.

One moment she crying for Cyber, the next trying to lure in Magnus, then suddenly weeping again as she apologized to Jake, only to switch again and cry about her Mommy. It was like her brain was short-circuiting—or her... program, he guessed.

Either way it was impossible to watch and unbearable to listen to, so when Magnus finally prompted him to say good-bye, Jake miserably accepted with a heavy sobbing that shook him to his core.

“[i]Please[/i]...! P-please just... j-just let her [i]die[/i] already,” he whimpered pitifully, “T-Trixie, I... [i]I'm[/i] sorry... I-it's my fault you even got brought back, I... I-I-I... I never should've... fallen in love with you. If I hadn't gotten to know you, this... th-this wouldn't have happened... Y-you wouldn't have been... I—I'm [i]so[/i] sorry, Trixie! Please... [i]please[/i] forgive me, I just... I can't... [i]Iz'all'my'fault[/i]..!”

Quickly losing what little composure he had, he crumbled and broke into helpless, heart-broken sobbing. If he were ever fully ready to die himself, now was the time. If he could've just convinced his body to give up and die right there on the spot, he would have, but then, he'd probably still be revived for the finale anyway; A moment Jake could feel getting closer and closer even with his tingling hackles buried beneath a layer of dead fox flesh.

Cyberblade:

Hearing her begging for Cyber to save her, Magnus laughed, "Fuuuck, I [i]hope[/i] that fox makes him watch this.  I might just trade yer mind-state for a video of his reactions alone!"

Suddenly asking him to kiss her was a surprise, the teen cocking an eyebrow in confusion at first. Almost immediately though he went back to laughing at the obvious trap, "Nah bitch, I don't kiss anyone showing so little skin.  Especially cunts planning to bite my fucking tongue off."

It wasn't worth arguing with a girl who couldn't even stay in the present for more than seconds at a time. Ignoring her, he turned back to Jake with a huff before smiling deviously as he begged for her death and apologized over and over while breaking into pathetic sobs.

Stepping behind him again, he lifted up and folded Trixie's pelt over to get access to the buns stretched tail-hole. He couldn't help but smile at the gasps of painful relief from the brat as he turned the crank backwards.

Leaving the pear slightly open, the demented bully yanked it out eliciting one final yelp while simultaneously smattering the floor with the boy's blood. Leaning in to get a closer look, he was pleased to see Jake's hole wouldn't close fully but wasn't quite going to be a hallway for his hot-dog either.

"Relax~"  Magnus mockingly brushed the buns long ears with one hand as the other began fiddling with the pillory's lock.  "You can watch her shut down while I rape the shit out of you and end this little game."  Teasing his plans while the pillory lock made a loud metallic 'clink' sound, the buck's bindings instantly loosened.

There was no attempt to prevent Jake from trying to run or resist. The rabbit hadn't made any real attempts at all so far, so the feline didn't think it was worth the effort.

This was it, Jake had one shot, one opportunity to fight back, resist, to stand up for himself and those he cared about.  Would he take it, or just let it slip by?

Trixie:

Jake had better act fast. If nothing else it was his last chance to grab something and run to Trixie and put her out of her misery faster.

Groaning and choking on her own spit and agony, his defleshed would-be lover was helpless upon her breaking wheel. "I tried, Cyber," she gurgled. "I tried to kill that tiger... Mommy? I'm sorry... Daddy... n-no Jake! Noo, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been born a fox, or at all...! I did this to you! If I hadn't... I..."

She dipped back into insane groans of agony as a muscle spasm caused a broken bone fragment to stab into adjoining muscle, her awareness drowned in a body reporting structural failures across the board with no way to fix it.

Mizzyam:

Even lost as he was in his own misery, Jake still didn't fail to shiver and try to recoil in fear as Magnus moved behind the pillory again. A few croaking pleas bubbled up, begging to be left alone out of anticipation of more suffering, but instead, at least at first, the aching pressure in his gaping, numb anus was finally released. The relief was so sudden and palpable that the buck couldn't contain the groaning gasp it encouraged.

Unfortunately, Magnus only gave it a single crank, which had provided [i]some[/i] limited relief, but quickly allowed blood-flow to returned to the affected areas, reawakening the nerve-endings that hadn't completely shut down, just in time for the tiger to [i]rip[/i] the bloodied, steel pear from Jake's anus, the flesh expanding to snap around the still expanded bulb as the rabbit let out an unholy screech, his whole body jerking into a wild spasm before dropping limp again as a thin trickle of blood oozed from his half-destroyed ass, hidden beneath Trixie's limp sleeve of a once proud and fluffy tail.

A fresh wave of sobbing rang out as Magnus inspected his handiwork, but it morphed into an agony-filled wail as he felt the tiger's paws on him again, groping his quivering ears and beginning to unlock the pillory at long last. However the removing of his restraints came with the horrifying revelation the finale was finally here. The feline's sickening offer for how to end it all however was nauseating and terrifying enough to give the poor rabbit, now dressed like a fox, the adrenaline rush for one final surge. One last opportunity to make his actions count in some small way.

The only question was the action to take, and the rattled cub was torn three ways. One part of him was governed entirely by instinct, demanding to run, to flee as far as he could before the inevitable ultimately caught up to him anyway. There was no escaping this room, after all. And even if he did, there was no escaping this simulation either. He was well and truly a prisoner of his own impending demise. Another part of him was filled with rage and frustration, and wanted to selfishly take it all out on Magnus, even if it was a pointless show of resistance in the end; at least he could say he tried... But it was the last part of him, perhaps the only good left in him, ruled solely by his empathy, that desperately wanted to put poor, sweet, innocent Trixie out of her misery.

That was also probably a pointless gesture to make, given the circumstances, but... watching her slowly die, pretzeled hideously around those spokes like some kind of twisted cartoon character, was too much to bear. The answer eventually became clear as his arms and neck came free and Magnus didn't make a single move towards restraining him. Perhaps the tiger had thought him completely broken, that he'd given up entirely, or maybe the older boy was just being sloppy, but once Jake dropped weakly to his knees and retracted his aching, fox-fur-covered arms to hug himself, it wasn't to sit there and mope.

Staring intensely at the floor with an expression or anger and misery blending into something rather ugly, the buck's adrenaline skyrocketed as he suddenly moved sharply. Having a good sense of where Magnus stood nearby, Jake twisted to the side and swung himself head-first into the tiger's raging erection as hard as he could.

He barely noticed the shock to his own skull as he felt contact with Magnus' pelvic bone, but that [i]had[/i] to be hard enough to stun for a least a few moments, long enough anyway for a dizzy Jake to scramble onto all-fours and leap into the nearest tray containing torture implements. His eyes locked onto the tool most likely to end Trixie quick, and he grabbed tight as he fell forwards, struggling to keep his feet under him even if meant stepping on a sharp, spiky instrument along the way and receiving a few nicks to his new 'flesh-suit'.

With long, bladed weapon in hand, Jake bolted towards the disfigured creature that he barely recognized as Trixie, wild eyes filled with fear and disgust as he cried, “I-I'm sorry, I have to! Y-y-you need to die, Trixie! Forgive me!”

There were tears in his eyes even as he climbed upon the wheel, wincing as the pins in his arms and legs were tugged painfully by the second layer of fur he was forced to wear—[i]her[/i] layer of fur—but poised with knife in hand ready to swing down. It surely must've been a surreal image for the fading girl, to see Jake looming over her, wearing her fur, with a murderous look in his eyes and an expression shifting between rage and grief as the knife glinted overhead. 

“I—I'll miss you... and... I [i]love[/i] you...” he whimpered softly as his expression softened ever so slightly, before tightening again with commitment and resolve, “[i]G-good-bye[/i]!”

It was a few moments in time, but it must've felt like forever before the rabbit, with a desperate cry of sadness, swung the weapon down at her head as hard as he could, intent on ending what remained of poor, mangled Trixie with a single strike.

Trixie:

Waves of pain and nausea parted long enough to realize Jake was climbing up onto her. "J-Jake?" she asked, momentarily confused. She saw his knife, his eyes, and her ears folded down. Her lips trembled with fear, but, she said, "No, Jake, no! Save yourself, forget me dummy!"

So close, he was so close now, and he said it so close and clear she [i]knew[/i] she heard him!

"I love--!" she tried to say, before.....

Cyberblade:

The blinding flash of white that flooded his vision came out of nowhere for the sociopathic tiger.  He had figured Jake had no fight in him to begin with and gotten careless, and now his dick was paying the price.

His anger flared despite his vision slowly returning to him, Magnus shook his head slowly getting back on his feet to figure out what the stupid bunny was doing now.  Though he was angry, he was so excited by a little bit of fight that his boner was far from being ruined by that blow.

Seeing the bun grabbing a torture implement from the table, he thought for a moment that he was gonna try to use it against him, but then he ran towards little Trixie.

[i]"Oh-ho, you little shit, you think you can end this early?"[/i] He took off sprinting at the two of them, full speed.  It was like the world had entered bullet time as Jake lifted the blade and started to bring it down on the broken cub.

Inches away from success, Magnus barrelled into the young buck sending the two of them rolling over each other. The blade was flung to the other side of the room by the force, and every time the boy hit the ground more and more of the pins holding Trixie's pelt on him tore free of his flesh.

"You think you can hit my cock and end things early?!"  He roared and slashed Jake's face with his razor sharp claws making the boy squeal. "Spare me your sappy fucking bullshit and behave like the fucking cock-sleeve you are!"

He huffed and stopped slashing, taking control of the young buck by grabbing him by the ears and starting to drag him back towards Trixie. The boy may have been screaming, thrashing, and kicking from all the adrenaline driving his system, but it was far from enough to stop the sadistic feline from continuing this unbearable experience.

As he pulled the buck along the stone floor, Trixie's pelt caught on the stone, ripping the last of the pins out of the boy and falling to the ground like a discarded sweater.  Ignoring the lost outfit, Magnus threw Jake on top of the broken vixen laying on the wheel, almost like he was going to force the young buck to violate her now skinless form despite the bunnies carrot long having retreated to its burrow.

Licking his lips, the tiger pinned the struggling hare to the dying girl nearly face to face, "I've been too patient today, I NEED to take this ass!  NOW!"  He spanked the boy's still bleeding cheeks before lining up his cock with Jake's broken-in anus.

"GRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!"  That roar was the only warning he gave the cub before he thrust his cock inside the bun with one brutally strong thrust. There was no slow build up, no trying to ease him into it, no care for whatever Jake was feeling, the demented feline considered him no more than a toy at this point.  The desperate humping of the tiger was like a jackhammer made all the worse by the way his barbs raked over all the various rips and tears in his anus from the pear with reckless abandon.

Mizzyam:

There he was, an inch away from plunging the blade through one of those dying eyes staring back at him, with the word 'love' on Trixie's lips in that moment, and then, to Jake's utter dismay he was struck broad-side, thrown through the air with a startled, sobbing cry as the weapon flew out of his paws and he hit the ground rolling along with Magnus. The stone floor was hard and rough, but his mutilated lover's flesh absorbed some of the damage, albeit, ripping countless pins out of Jake's flesh in the process.

By the time he came to a stop, Jake was writhing in pain as much from the fall as from well over a dozen fresh, bloody wounds all across his body. And yet, despite the agony, and Magnus holding him down to wail away on him with his claws, the buck still kicked and struggled in a feral panic.

“N-n-no! No, get off me! I have to—” he screamed, taking the first swipe across his face with a squeal, then a second before his arms could rise up to catch the next few, which diced up Trixie's hide and ripped out more pins as Magnus roared angrily at him for trying to kill Trixie, but, “[i]I have to[/i]! I have to kill it! I have to, I have to for Trixie, I have to! Lemme go, lemme go-ho-ho!”

Jake was really starting starting to lose it now. He'd lost [i]it[/i]. His [i]one[/i] chance, and now she was still alive, still dying, still [i]suffering[/i]. And he was a failure [i]again[/i]! [i]Always[/i] failing, always [i]losing[/i]! It wasn't fair! Why? Why couldn't he do [i]anything[/i] right?!

By the the time Magnus was on his feet again, grabbing and dragging Jake by his ears, the cub was [i]still[/i] flailing. Less about failing to kill Trixie, and more about his own impending death now. As frail as he felt from the pain and blood-loss, the rabbit still felt [i]alive[/i] and not like he was on death's doorstep like the poor vixen. As long as he could still move, he could still fight, and with things coming down to the wire, the adrenaline was pushing him even harder to resist the inevitable. It was a truly awful thing for anyone with a heart to witness as the feral-minded rabbit was literally dragged kicking and screaming and sobbing, to his death.

He only noticed the dead, cold flesh of Trixie being snagged and yanked off his body along the way by the sudden temperature drop. Her disembodied pelt, as fresh and dripping with blood as it had been, was actually surprisingly warm, and the room itself markedly colder in its absence as his naked body became fully exposed again, his once pristine, white fur now hideously stained with deep crimson patches all over; no different than if he had rolled in a puddle of blood.

Magnus hardly cared about the prior means of extracting every last drop of torment out of Jake, as he'd since moved on to the next, throwing a flailing Jake on top of a Trixie on her last gasp, likely hard enough to jar her back to her senses one last time as the buck was forced to meet her face-to-face, one blood-stained look of despair to another. The rabbit couldn't meet her gaze for long though, as instinctual terror demanded he back-pedal and try to escape [i]both[/i] predators, but Magnus suddenly declared his determination to brutally rape Jake, slapping his aching rear in such a way that it spurred the buck the frantically scramble [i]forward[/i] instead, across Trixie's exposed, skinless body, inadvertently scraping fur and claws alike across her fragile and easily damaged flesh and muscles.

If that weren't bad enough for the poor fox, when Magnus took hold of Jake's retreating flanks and viciously rammed his length into the hare's ravaged hole following a savage roar, a truly feral scream erupted from his prey in response. The flailing of a rabbit that [i]needed[/i] to get away, quickly became the flailing of a rabbit that needed to do [i]everything[/i] in its power to fight and stay [i]alive[/i], even if that meant shredding the skinned predator beneath him, for lack of any other target. Surely it was the snapping jaws and aggressive lunges for Trixie's throat that was most surprising though, as it was entirely driven by the will to survive; his instincts had simply gone for the wrong target.

Jake was barely aware of his own actions beyond that point, as all he could focus on was the war-zone raging in his rectum as Magnus' spiky shaft raked against split and bleeding innards, unleashing scream after scream amidst his flailing. His poor sphincter couldn't even clench anymore after the damage the feline had inflicted earlier, so there was no defence whatsoever against that vile organ pounding deep inside his bruising, aching rectum. If he wasn't feeling dizzy and weak from the agonizingly slow death he was being subjected to before, he was [i]now[/i].

Cyberblade:

[i]PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP![/i]

The teenager's ball-slapping sex was somehow just barely audible over the screaming and thrashing prey beneath him. Magnus was losing himself to his lust, raping the young hare like he needed to get off yesterday.

However, one kick after another from the screaming cub started to distract him from his desperate fucking, much to his annoyance. Annoyed or not though, he realized he was going to end this too soon at this rate so quickly the slapping sounds slowed down from a constant pounding rhythm to a slower beat.

"GRRRR!!! Knock it the fuck off!!!" He yelled, digging his claws into the brat's butt-cheeks trying to get his attention and failing. 

He cut off his own frustrated growl when he figured out what the boy was trying to do. Lunge after lunge at Trixie's neck missed only because he kept moving them with his thrusts. Suddenly a light bulb flipped on inside his head, another devilish grin sweeping over his face. In that moment the teenager knew exactly how he was going to end this little cub.

"I said..." He started to warn Jake, still balls deep in the screaming bun, "KNOCK! IT! OFF!" With a loud growl, Magnus sank his teeth deep into Jake's shoulder. Blood flooded his mouth as he bit down with as much as possible of that 1000 pounds-per-square-inch bite force that tigers were famous for.

He was still a teenager, still developing, unable to quite hit that mark just yet but that didn't matter here. It was more than enough for the feline to break off the boy's clavicle and cleanly bite through and tear out a huge chunk out of the buck's shoulder.

If that hadn't gotten Jake's attention, there was still the sickening sound of the older boy crunching bone and swallowing between thrusts. Magnus' mouth was now covered in blood, certainly reminiscent of a particular canine in Jake's past.

Swallowing the young hare's meat, Magnus let out another moan, pumping his shaft in and out without pause. "Hnnff, I should've tried rabbit years ago!" He huffed and panted, thrusting again, "Fucking delicious!"

Jake might have been better off if he hadn't distracted him from his blind desperation, now the tiger was set on savoring these final moments all the more. He had not slowed down to a 'gentle' pace by any means, but he was back in control now.

"Aww, ya know~" Huffing between thrusts, the tiger grabbed Jake by an ear regardless of how he did or didn't resist, "I think the cunt deserves a last meal too, don't you agree?"  Biting down on the hare's other ear, he tore it off almost effortlessly with an arc of blood.

Pulling it out of his mouth, Magnus shoved the small chunk of bunny meat in the barely alive vixen's maw.  His cock still buried inside Jake the entire time while he forced it down her throat a little ways with his fingers.

Either unable to swallow, or not realizing she needed to, a sliver of bunny ear was left sticking out of her mouth.  "Why not share a taste, bitch?!"  Magnus growled and shoved Jake's face into Trixie's, forcing the two cubs to kiss around the severed body part.

Trixie:

[i]WHAM![/i]

An orange blur sent her would-be savior-turned-killer falling away. The two rolled away out of her sight, while her vision swam. Disappointment, realization that Jake had failed to 'save' her, put her mind in another loop of memories, seeing her life play before her, inter-mixed with the things she couldn't stop thinking about now—her failure to protect Jake, her failure to fulfill her promise to Cyber...

"I failed everyone...I deserved this..." she groaned... "HUAFH!" She lurched as Jake suddenly reappeared, slamming on-top of her... he barely had time to make eye contact and realize he was laying on 90 pounds of raw vixen veal, when the tiger jumped up atop of both of them and pinned Jake down against her, and slowly started fucking him... into place... Jake was above of her now, where she'd wanted him to be, but... not how she'd wanted it.

Her entire body was screaming in pain, while also screaming for the absence of sensation--her flesh felt pressure but couldn't [i]feel[/i] his [i]touch[/i]. Skin that was no longer there sending phantom signals of agony, and yet, none of the tender, loving intimacy of raw contact—because this was too raw, and her flesh wasn't made to feel, wasn't made to touch.

"I'm so cold, Jake, I'm so cold...!" she cried, before screaming again as Jake's ensuing freak-out caused him to start raging against her. "No! J-Jake, it's me! Gragh! H-help, stop! J-Jake, please, stahp!"

Shrieking in pain, she felt him accidentally get a pawful of her budding breast-fat, and [i][yank/i] her entire boob away, leaving just small chunks behind and underdeveloped ducts too small to visually make out, and her exposed pectoral.

Why was Jake attacking her? Hurting her? She was a good girl, and she loved him... "Kill... stop, hurting... me, kill... me," she gargled.

If his carrot had come out simply from anxiety, it would find its way into her bloodied, skinless vulva, her labia majora having been cut off and leaving only the minora behind.

Her vagina was still bloodied and warm and gooey on the inside from Magnus' conquest, full of more semen than Jake had even pumped into her backside, back when he'd had his last chance with a fully fleshed fox.

"Hualgh," Trixie coughed when Jake's tiny incisors finally found a hold around her windpipe. She felt him clenching, her eyes bulging with fear, her mind wishing for him to bite clean through, and yet wishing he wouldn't...

"P-prey," she muttered, closing her eyes... Maybe that word scared or startled Jake just long enough for Magnus to remind them both who the prey was, as his fangs took out a sizable piece of Jake's shoulder, and ripped it away--like an animal cracker.

Trixie stared as stupefied as Jake had been, her mind unbelieving for a moment that a [i]piece of Jake's shoulder[/i] was... gone, just like a cracker bitten off. Despite being skinned alive, seeing him so wounded didn't... make sense at first, but, it did get her screaming in fresh horror after her lizard brain had made up its mind for her.

She didn't get to scream for long before Magnus' enjoyment provoked him to greater heights of cruelty, as he realized that [i]all[/i] of them could start enjoying in the feast, together. "No!" she yelled as the tiger boy yanked away one of Jake's precious, cute ears, and before she could react, he was [i]stuffing[/i] it down into her throat. "Hmph! Kmph, kmph! HMMF! HRRRRM!" She tried to yell and shout and push the ear out of her mouth, but he shoved it so far down that she began to gag and choke on it.

She felt her nose smack against Jake's, their faces smashed together. Blood poured out of her muzzle and smeared into Jake's face as they were forced to kiss for what maybe have been their first real kiss, as she was drawing a blank if Jake had actually kissed her on the lips before--in her memory anyway.

She tried to fight and oppose the kiss, if only because it was Magnus' wish... But she smelled him, even if it was poisoned with fear and blood and piss.

She smelled him, his lips were on hers... she wanted anyone to care for her... she was so cold...

She closed her eyes tight and started macking her lips over his, sticking her tongue into his mouth and trying to keep him separated from his own ear. She tried to make room for it, ignore it and the ... taste... 

Her throat lurched once as if to throw up into Jake's mouth, and, to avoid that... she [i]swallowed[/i]. Jake would feel the vixen swallowing some of [i]him[/i] away into her dying, cooling body. The fox that he knew he loved and who loved him, his instincts now had seen swallow some of him, eating a piece of [i]him[/i], betraying [i]him[/i]!

Mizzyam:

Unfortunately for Trixie, her begging pleas for Jake to stop flailing ultimately fell on deaf ears, lost in his own panic as he was. He didn't even realize just how badly his struggling was damaging her fragile, slimy, cooling body, splitting nigh-unfeeling flesh with his claws, tearing off fat-deposits and just staining himself more and more with the poor fox's blood.

Her pained cries only halted after his wildly snapping jaws finally found her throat and dug in with a wickedly feral screech as his body was jostled to-and-fro by Magnus' vicious thrusting, making him miss the mark repeatedly. Once he tasted blood and realized what he was doing though, the buck was unable to let go, despite a change in tone. He could feel her windpipe crushing between his quivering, bloody jaws, but they were locked in place and wouldn't budge.

At least... not until the tiger finally got fed up with Jake's mindless terror distracting from the moment he'd been building up to. The warnings he uttered initially were completely ignored, but when Magnus suddenly swooped down and bit into the hare's shoulder, every muscle in the prey's body tensed in shock and horror as waves of fresh, agonizing pain crashed down on him; an explosive, raging inferno erupting from his flesh to make him unleash a screeching howl. Releasing Trixie's neck in wind-eyed hysteria the rabbit frantically tried to fend off the assault by twisting his head around to bite the offending snout within reach, but that only made Magnus bite harder.

Flesh crunched, bone fractured, cracked, and when the agony reached its peak, the feline ripped the affected chunk clean off, leaving behind a mind-numbing void in its place, in which blood quickly gushed from severed veins and torn-open muscles. A piece of blood-stained white even poked out from one side, a clear indication that Magnus had absconded with flesh and bone alike, the gaping injury almost comical in the shock of the moment; like a cartoon if not for all the blood and gore that horrified the stunned hare, wild eyes jerking from the wound to the predator's mouth as he crushed and chewed on Jake's disembodied flesh like a snack.

For a brief horrifying moment it was like he was reliving the moment that Petal had decided to take his life. Watching Magnus chew away at the piece of him he'd just ripped off, consuming it and licking his lips with a lustful huff, it was practically indistinguishable from when the wolf had attacked him.

Jake might've [i]remained[/i]in catotonic shock as a result, if not for Trixie's sudden scream snapping him out of it, but that just meant that the boy's panic resumed with even fiercer vigor. However, the arm attached to his damaged shoulder had suddenly lost all strength. In fact, as the buck screamed in time with the fox, his struggling was greatly reduced with only one arm still working.

“Oh [i]GOD[/i]!! W-w-why!? Why?!” he wept in-between screaming himself hoarse, but whether in was in response to Magnus sadistic commentary on Jake's 'taste', or just the fact Magnus was prolonging the inevitable, all the poor buck got for his trouble was more excruciating dismemberment.

Before Jake could even fully grasp what was happening, the tiger grabbed a hold of one of his ears, saying something about a 'last meal', but the meaning and intent was completely lost on him when a sudden agony erupted from the opposite ear. From zero to hundred, all he felt was pain from the base of his ear as his head was jerked sharply to one side only to snap back. There was the sound of tearing, but all his affected ear could hear in that moment, was the muffled throbbing of blood pumping, his ear-hole plugged by the crimson now running down the side of his head in great quantities.

He had no idea that his ear had even been removed until his dumbfounded, shocked expression locked onto the fluffy, white and pink appendage with its black tip, waving about it front of him, slapping Trixie in the face and then being crudely poked and shoved and literally [i]jammed[/i] into her gaping, equally stunned maw. If Jake could've thrown up at the sight, he would have, but before he could even unleash the existential scream of loss, Magnus cut in with a demand to 'share the taste', and the buck found his face mashed into Trixie's, the pair of dying cubs forced to participate in one last, awful humiliation.

Dizzy and quickly losing the strength to even flail his limbs, the only muscles still properly engaging were those around his rectum, inadvertently clenching as tightly around the feline's invading, sand-papery shaft, as they could, and eliciting more sobbing, squealing cries from Jake, which were muffled by the revolting, blood-soaked, oral embrace. Much as Trixie was trying to spare the poor rabbit from tasting or feeling his own severed ear in her mouth, it was a large appendage, still partially poking out of her mouth and surely deep enough in her esophagus now to be slowly starving her of oxygen if she failed to swallow.

If the poor, skinned vixen didn't choke to death on his ear in the next few minutes she'd be 'lucky', especially with the weight of Jake [i]and[/i] Magnus atop her chest. Even Jake was quickly fading now, with a bloody stump for an ear, and a gaping indent carved out of his shoulder, not to mention the rapid, pounding thrusts slicing up his insides; it was only a matter of time before the hare too expired, but... time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace for Jake. He just... wanted it to [i]end[/i] already, but it kept going and going, until his limbs had used up the last of their strength. Such that, instead of flailing, they began to tense and retract, trembling and twitching from the pain. Even his legs crossed over to hug each other, toes flexing and clenching as the abuse continued.

Eventually the last bit of fight fled the buck and his body began to go limp as he drooled into the forced kiss, the dull gleam in his eyes fading as he struggled to keep breathing normally without trembling. He could feel himself slipping away under the brutal assault, but all he could do was stare into Trixie's eyes with an immense, deep sadness as tears trickled down his cheeks. He wanted to say sorry just one last time, but trying to move his tongue he could feel the dead flesh of his ear in the fox's maw, and her clumsy, weak tongue batting his away like it was trying to keep it for herself.

It was a bizarre if fleeting interaction as Trixie, in her pre-death haze, began to engage with the kiss despite the awful nature of it, but Jake weakly responded in kind. Surely in was the only real, proper show of affection he'd ever made; so focused on his own physical pleasure that he'd been.

Even now, Magnus' uncaring thrusts had been rubbing Jake and Trixie's privates together, but the hare's sheath had remained flaccid, though incredibly bloody as it was pressed against the girl's skinless slit, still warm but cooling quickly. So at least in this moment he could believe he wasn't driven by lust in sharing that last moment with her.

Cyberblade:

Feeling the cub beneath him giving up the fight, Magnus wasn't concerned that his fun was too close to ending.  He knew Jake was still nowhere near as close to death as Trixie was.  Chomping down on the boys other shoulder, he elicited one more screech from the battered bunny.

Rip and tear, all over again, crunching bones like they were hard candy and leaving the bucks arms helplessly unable to move by his own will anymore, at least with any effectiveness.  They still tried to move, to push away, but with such chunks taken out of his shoulders there was no leverage or real strength.

All the while the feline cock slammed in and out of that now blood lubed hole over and over again, the barbs cruelly pulling and tugging at his battered insides.  Magnus humped Jake mercilessly while treating him as his dinner, shredding one bite after another out of the helpless boys upper arm until the exposed bone was only held on by scraps of flesh, sinew, and the one major artery that he'd purposefully avoided.

"MMMmmmMMMmmm!~"  He moaned and licked his blood stained lips mockingly, letting Jake up off of his forced kiss with Trixie.  "You're fucking delicious!"  The teen kept humping harder and harder, mere moments away from his climax.

Trixie:

She coughed and sputtered on the blood, saliva and mucous clogging the back of her throat. Gasping, she spat out, "I didn't mean to, he forced me Jake, he forced me...!" How could she betray Jake like that? "F-forgive me," she pleaded, even as her empty, stressed stomach painfully, and noisomely groaned, churned around the sudden donation.

She screamed, her instinct to wrap him in her arms had caused her muscles to spasm horribly. Her eyes shot wide and tears poured down her face, and she tried to blink them back. "I'm so cold... Hold me, Jake, I'm cold...! H-help..."

But Jake could barely move his arms, and she saw him attempting to even... struggle now. The disgusting, craterous wounds on Jake's shoulders slopped over with blood, mixing with her disgusting predator blood seeping out of her cooling flesh. "Stop hurting him," she cried, "Stop eating him, he's... not food! I wanna throw up!"

Mizzyam:

Though he might've lost the will to fight, he still had the capacity to scream, so when Magnus bit down the same way on the opposite shoulder, he wailed in agony into the forced kiss with Trixie, eyes blinded by tears at this point as waves of pain washed over him. Just like the other arm, as a fresh chunk was removed, it lost all strength, fumbling and twitching weakly.

Even if he could've compelled himself to keep resisting, Jake was quickly losing the physical ability to do so, and the proof was in just how [i]little[/i] he could do to stop the vicious, bloody-fanged tiger from continuing to feast on his upper arm. The limb tried to escape but did little more than flop uselessly as fresh pain racked his quivering body. He was completely helpless, sobbing and screaming into the vixen's mouth as he was gradually eaten alive and little by little, she was forced to choke down his severed ear. He could feel it slipping away even as their tongues clumsily knocked around in each other's maws.

By the time Magnus finally deigned to separate their snouts to declare his approval of bloody, raw, still-twitching rabbit meat, Jake was barely responsive as his dizzy gaze wobbled toward his arm, barely hanging on after the predator had strategically chewed down to the bone. His paw was still twitching with 'life', but the hare could no longer feel it. It was... surreal. Sickening.

He tried to throw up but his weakening body lacked the strength to oblige, instead he just dropped his head next to Trixie's. The girl was sputtering and gagging, wrapped in her own horror after swallowing down his ear, but Jake was so beyond that, he just wanted to die. He wanted Trixie to die. He wanted this suffering to end [i]now[/i], before it could get any worse than it already had.

Even after all this, she was still, [i]still[/i] trying to defend him, even as cold and close to death as she was. Perhaps that was the thing he'd loved most about her, really. She accepted him flaws and all, and... maybe if she'd still been around after what happened with Poly, she'd have understood then too. Hearing her croaking voice as she seemed to resist death with every fiber was perhaps more heartbreaking now though, than if she had died earlier. Was she... trying to stay alive for him? Despite being doomed? Why...? Why would she want to suffer like that?

Slowly but surely, Jake managed to move what little of his arms he still had control of, the closest approximation he'd ever come to 'hugging' her again, but the gesture was diametrically opposed to the weak groaning hiss that came out of him.

 “Shh... shh... shhut up already... why... are you... still alive...?” he whined as if angry his last two attempts to kill her had failed; in truth he was mad at himself for failing to spare her another moment in this Hell, but... while he still had even an ounce of strength left, he was determined to do it right this time. “J-just... [i]die already[/i]...!

Taking a page out of Petal's book this time, Jake targeted not Trixie's bloodied throat, but her very obvious jugular vein; much easier to spot and latch onto without her skin as a protective barrier, but... no easier to pierce or rip through with his blunt incisors and flat, herbivore teeth. He did his level best to shred and crush what was in his mouth though, engaging what few muscles remained responsive in his neck and back without triggering agonizing pain to jerk and twist his head in a nigh-feral manner until he began to taste fresh blood.

It was an odd sight surely, though, the hare seeming to cannibalize the fox after she'd consumed a piece of him. One might've thought he was trying to get payback instead of doing her a kindness in his limited, fleeting capacity.

Trixie:

..... ..... ..... ..... .....

Cyberblade:

Sadistic laughter occasionally broke through Magnus's moans, he loved the way the Jake kept resisting, his little broken sphincter struggling to tighten and fight back even still.

Watching the weak bunny trying to bite down on Trixie's jugular, to end this. The sight of his pure suffering was so sweet, but he had to twist the knife one last time.

"Why~ Hnff!~ Why are you~ Hnff T-Trying to kill a co-corpse?! HAAH!" The tiger mocked the bunny for his efforts. For as close to her as he was, the little buck had failed to realize that she'd died moments after those final words. The last words Jake would ever hear were her begging Magnus to stop eating him and how she wanted to throw up.

Relishing in how crushing those last words would be, the tiger redoubled his efforts, on the edge now. Hammering down on Jake over and over and over again harder and harder, faster and faster, Magnus was desperate to finish this.

Whether Jake would notice or not in his current state, in Trixie's mangled hand a bright light would glow, the strands of glyphs that had seeped into the girl earlier would coalesce in her hand once more in the form of that glowing orb from before.

The deceased body had no grip left to spare, the orb slipping from her limp hand and to the floor to roll a few feet away. Faint whispers of those new final moments etched into the mind-state would haunt Jake for the rest of his short life.

[i]"I'm so cold...hold me......Stop eating him.....I wanna throw up!"[/i]

[i]PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!![/i]

The tiger cared not for any of that though, pounding the poor cub harder and harder, he needed to finish this NOW. "FFFFFFUUUUCK!" His roar of ecstasy echoed through the room as he slammed as hard as he could into Jake's ruined ass-hole. 

Digging his claws into the bucks hips for grip, his teenage cock spasmed and throbbed deep inside his prey. Flooding the boys colon with a fountain of tiger cum as he moaned and purred, the young tiger had never came quite like this in his entire life.

Mizzyam:

When he'd finally felt Trixie's blood flood his mouth after biting through her jugular, for at least a few moments he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was doing the right thing for once. That he was ending her suffering just a little sooner than it might've otherwise concluded. But the girl had already stopped moving before he'd even finished and the quiver of life her body once possessed was gone. The skinned fox was just another lump of dead meat, and Magnus continued to rail him mercilessly atop her cooling corpse as he let out a wicked cackle.

Jake's weakening efforts quickly came to a halt when the laughing tiger mockingly asked why he was trying to kill a corpse. A sinking dread suddenly filled the dying hare as he released her throat in open-mouthed shock, raising his head just enough to look into her eyes one last time. Cold and empty orbs stared back, unmoving and unseeing. They'd already begun to gloss over as her body temperature dropped, but even in death, the tears remained, staining her cheeks and trickling down as his jostling shook her and that limp head lolled and then flopped.

If that weren't proof enough that Trixie had passed on, he'd never be convinced, but no... He knew. And worse still, his last words to her were stuck on repeat in his head; “Just die already!” And she had; hopefully before he'd uttered that cruel demand, but given his luck he doubted it. And that would've been the last thing she ever heard from him, whereas [i]she[/i] had only wished to be held, and for Jake's torture to stop.

The utter shrieking cry of anguish he unleashed then, shook every inch of his body, only changing in pitch to reflect Magnus' increasingly violent thrusts as he nearest climax. It hurt to cry. It hurt to breath, and it hurt especially to move. Yet none of it compared to the realization that Trixie was gone again. And he was going to disappear next. Just another piece of meat.

As he dropped his head in utter despair and agony, his aimless gaze locked onto the orb that inevitably formed in one of Trixie's paws, the fingers splayed and unable to hold it as her final words filled the air faintly. He could barely hear through his one good ear, but... his own cruel words were  initially absent as the orb fell to the floor with a clatter of glass on stone. There was only the tiniest relief, drowned in a sea of grief and pain as he was forced to accept her death a second time.

What little will to live that had remained, was finally snuffed out, like a flickering candle flame in the slightest breeze. As the thrusts picked up speed and intensity, Jake's body bounced around beneath Magnus like a doll, arms flopping uselessly, drenched in blood and dangling to either side of a freshly deceased Trixie; his sobbing face buried under the nape of her skinless neck as he screamed and grunted and whimpered with each agonizing penetration. At this point he was bleeding as much if not more from his rectum than the literal chunks that had been torn out of him, which had enough time to start trying to clot.

Eventually Magnus got what he wanted, though. Using Jake's limp, fading body like a living, blood-soaked flesh-light, he pounded over and over until finally bottoming out hard as Jake's numb, bleeding, and shredded innards stung anew amidst a flood a hot, salty semen. The buck managed the slightest arching of his back to let out an agonized, quivering groan, in part from the claws digging into his hips, but once the initial wave of pain faded back into numbness, his body flopped limp again, trembling and beginning to cool before he could even pass away, as all his heat and warmth was leeched out of him.

“Hah... haaah... ha-aa-a—aah... I'm... s... scared...” he whimpered pitifully, barely above a whisper as his body stopped responding. He couldn't even wiggle his toes; and he was... cold. Suddenly he understood how Trixie must've felt just before the end. Cold... Afraid... And full of regrets.

“D... Daniel... I'm sss.. ssoor...”

Cyberblade:

Still occasionally twitching deep inside his conquest, Magnus was slowly coming down from the highs of going far beyond just raping Jake and absolutely breaking the young cub.

Pulling out of the broken buck with a loud 'schlorp', the tiger laughed at the boy's miserable final cries.  "You're scared?"  He wiped his cock off on the buck's legs, "You don't even know what's next!"

Getting up, he didn't bother to secure him, even if the hare had the ability to escape, the will had been broken.  The orb eventually reminding him one more time of how awful he'd been in his own voice.

[i]"Just die already!"[/i]

Ignoring the orb himself, Magnus continued, "I don't know what's next either."  He laughed picking up the same razor sharp blade he'd used to skin Trixie.  "I'm gonna let you in on a secret."  He approached the young hare with a completely casual demeanor, like this was all normal.

The recording may have had a brief audio cut for the cubs watching, but Jake and the audience would hear this next part clear as day; "We have to choose whether we keep you or not [i]before[/i] your elimination." Pulling Jake up by his remaining ear, he could hear the final grunts of the boy's consciousness fading fast.

"And I picked without looking."  The tiger smirked and began to slice through Jake in a very similar manner to how he had Trixie, but this time without cutting around the neck.  He wanted as much of this pelt as possible, including the head and he was going to get it.  Tracing out the limbs that were still connected, he knew the boy would be dead before the intricate parts came into play.

"So [i]maybe[/i] you're about to really die..."  He began tugging at the boys chest, tearing up fur with that same velcro like sound as before.  "Or maybe...maybe you'll wake up and get to experience it [i]all...over...again...[/i]"

The occasional gasp was still making it through, but he couldn't tell if the cub was still conscious or not.  He didn't care.  He knew his toy was broken and wouldn't last much longer.  

Glancing at the healing potions on the wall, he considered prolonging this torment for a moment and smirked.  Leaving the hare partway 'undressed', he made his way to the rack of potions and began to fumble through the jars looking for something to drag this out for just a bit longer.

Mizzyam:

For a few moments at least, Jake seemed like he'd already died with eyes half-open, staring blankly at the fallen orb, but when Magnus finally pulled out of his ruined backside, sticky with blood and oozing semen from an anus that'd never close again, the fading buck stirred from his fugue state with the smallest, weakest of whines. His chest barely expanded to suck in a little air. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to think. It just [i]hurt[/i]. [i]Everything[/i]hurt.

Somewhere nearby the tiger was laughing again, something brushed against his leg, and then the predator was moving away somewhere, but Jake's glazing eyes just refocused on the orb, still displaying Trixie's final moments and... maybe he was hallucinating, but he heard his own voice saying those awful words again. No... surely she hadn't heard... Surely...

Magnus carried on as he retrieved his skinning blade, admitting to a chilling secret as he returned; that predators had to 'choose' in advance whether to keep their prey. For a terrifying moment, as Jake's remaining ear was used to force him to meet that awful gaze again, he thought for sure he was about to be assured his suffering would continue, but then Magnus grinned from ear-to-ear as he confirmed instead that he specifically, intentionally had chosen [i]without[/i] looking.

Somehow the prospect of [i]not[/i] knowing one way or the other was [i]leagues[/i] worse than knowing for sure if the pain was going to continue, or if this really, truly was the end; his final moments alive, spent staring up at his murderous rapist with a twitchy, stunned expression that just barely managed to show the utter horror he felt before his eyes rolled up in his head.

At some point after Magnus had returned with that blade, he'd begun using it to slice up Jake's pelt, just like he had with Trixie, only much more thoroughly. And just like he had with the lifeless, skinless vixen beneath him, the poor rabbit hadn't realized he was being primed for an identical fate until the familiar, nauseating sound of velcro, reached his ear. Unfortunately, he was completely helpless to resist as he slowly slipped away a little more with each slice and yank ripping off his bloodied, white fur.

He couldn't move his eyes anymore, couldn't summon the strength for even a twitch, he just laid there, losing his fur coat with spike after spike of pain, followed by chilling numbness. By the time Magnus had begun slicing into his face, intent on taking every inch of fur this time, Jake had become delirious in his final  moments, watching through unmoving eyes as bit-by-bit, his face flesh came off, and flopped into view. He recognized that white fur, even splattered in blood as it was... Who's fur was that, again...?

The pain had stopped it seemed, but it was far too late for Jake. As Magnus went searching for a means to prolong this awful process just a little longer, he'd wind up disappointed on his return, for in his absence, the buck had concluded, “Oh, yeah... It's me...”

His last, vacant, vacuous thought before the life in his eyes finally faded away, leaving nothing but a half-skinned rabbit corpse, laid atop a fully-skinned fox corpse.

Cyberblade:

Coming back with a strange cocktail of potions, the tiger took one look at Jake and gave an exasperated sigh. No breathing, no twitching, completely glassed over eyes, the bun had passed in just those few moments.

"Oh well." A simple shrug was all the little sociopath could give before glancing at Trixie's corpse beneath his, "Hmm, I still have a full week with the processors for the girl..." He considered it for a moment before shaking his head. "Focus Magnus, gotta get this kid's pelt ready before it expires."

Tossing the potion away, he went back to finish skinning the now lifeless young hare. There was no resistance left so it was a lot easier, but admittedly it was a bit boring with nobody to taunt.

Minutes or hours went by, the tiger could hardly tell, but eventually he triumphantly held a complete as it could be Jake pelt. There were a handful of bite marks in the shoulders, and an arm was missing, but otherwise he had everything. Face, hands, feet, tail, everything. The snow white pelt was stained pink, but that was fine by him.

The boy's fleshless body was left unceremoniously on top of Trixie's. He debated preparing and cooking their meat, but eating them in the virtual world like this had lost all of its allure without them present to scream about it.  Instead he decided to get busy with the next steps involving their pelts.

Using in-game tools to quickly process and dry both Jake's pelt and Trixie's, he then took to preparing the various parts of them to his liking. The boy's back and face were quickly cut and sewn up into a cape with Jake's grotesque visage for a hood. Trixie's luxurious tail became a new fixture hanging off the back of his helmet.

Finally, he stitched up a small 'lucky-rabbit's-foot' charm using fur from Jake's paw. Stringing it onto a necklace, it still felt like it was missing something. So, he returned to Jake's rapidly stiffening body and wrenched the cub's jaws open to begin plucking teeth with a pair of pliers.

Minutes later he held up the charm necklace, now lined with rabbit teeth. "[i]Perfect[/i]." He turned back to look at Jake's corpse and laughed.

"That other fucking bunny's gonna [i]love[/i] this."

The End