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", "writing": "Miyoko loved her family, but the other half of her conscious mind hated them dearly. Even as a child, the young anthropomorphic cheetah-girl knew something was desperately wrong with her. She always heard another voice whispering behind her ear, suggesting sweet nothings, spewing forth bitter hatred against her parents, especially right after they'd divorced. It wasn't until Miyoko's grandmother died that she was given a chance to glimpse upon her mental conscience first-hand, after years of anguishing torment, cackling and yapping and howling, never-ending shrieking and braying. The sight of her twisted guardian angel revolted Miyoko at best. A young Pitbull anthro-girl with a gouged-out eye and a missing arm stood in the young cheetah girl's bathroom, behind a royal-blue shower curtain. Miyoko, shocked and horrified, cringed away from the dilapidated beast until the arm that remained intact reached out from behind her filmy blue curtain, reflective of glorified tarpaulin. The decrepit limb rubbed the cheetah-girl's spotted shoulder with companionable comfort. Miyoko's mental entity named herself Nikumu and confessed to having been born into Miyoko's mind at a very young age. The zombie-like Pitbull, face composed of a skull festering with maggots and grime, grinned through flaps of decomposed skin pulled taut at her jawline. Nikumu exclaimed how her fellow brethren had been exposed to thousands of young anthro-feline girls throughout centuries past and how their developing struggles were met with resounding violence and atrocious betrayal of self and others like them, aided by their appointed demonic tutors. Miyoko knew not what she meant precisely, but realized that Nikumu inhabited her subconscious far longer than even memory or mind, heart or humility could adhere. She slept easier, knowing she wasn't completely alone in the universe after all, nor was she entirely beyond redemption. Upon the day of her grandmother's funeral, Miyoko saw many long-distant relatives whom she'd all but forgotten about. Her cousin Marty arrived, giving her a recognizing wink and hugging her close, wrapping his slender lion-anthro arms around her shoulders. Miyoko caught a whiff of a potent odor emanating from beneath his armpits and a memory triggered of Marty showing her his penis in a public pool, trying to get her to grab at it with her hand-paw. He held her in a headlock, armpit pressed against her cheek, while he slid her cheetah-girl paws, claws unsheathed, down the crease of his swimming trunks, urging her to stroke him off, to beat him silly until he squirted the weird iron-scented seawater-tasting warm yogurt shit upon her wrist, all the while slightly suffocating her beneath the fold of his arm. She had underwent great liberties in keeping her distance from him ever since. Nikumu asked her if she'd like to skewer his fucking nuts upon sharpened pencils, shove them down his bastard throat, duct-tape his whore-dog mouth shut until he vomited them back up again and died choking on his own puke and bits of broken pencil lead. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to the best of her ability, continuing to welcome family members into the memorial gathering with her mother, the one who was granted full custody of the cheetah cub after the ugly near-annulment. She saw her mother waving and smiling at the arriving crowds of anthros, near and far, consisting of many different species. Uncle Darby and Aunt Tilly showed up, hugging her mother and patting Miyoko's head, complementing the girl and wishing her the very best. Nikumu held a Sig Sauer pistol up to Uncle Darby's head and asked Miyoko if she could kindly please pull the trigger, since he is a child-molesting old fuck who doesn't deserve any form of praise, especially from her mother. Miyoko shook her head, frowning deep. Nikumu then pointed her weapon at Aunt Tilly, shrugging, insisting that she fucks her patients in her nursing home caregiving position just for kicks. Miyoko went to hug her auntie and Nikumu dropped her hand-cannon upon the diamond-patterned mortuary carpet, shaking her ruined head, brushing her cocked bony wrist at her mental vessel, feeling a true sense of hopelessness and pity for the feline creature. Miyoko's biological father, a stout anthro-lion named David, showed up to support his ex-wife's family. He brought a spicy young tabby named Sylvia, his new-found love interest. Nikumu told Miyoko that Sylvia enjoys dressing up in Miyoko's old clothing and having David fuck her stupid while she calls him daddy, as a form of perverted father-daughter roleplay. Miyoko brushed her mental entity's cruel words off from her memory and ran to her dad, hugging him tight. Sylvia glanced apprehensively at both Miyoko and her mom, that stuck-up bitch who threw away her man for some reason or another. Mildred, Miyoko's mother, swayed forward and met up with David and Sylvia, holding her hand-paw out for a brisk shake. Nikumu insisted that Miyoko grab a nearby fireplace stake and ram it into David's neck for even having decided to show up in the first place, asking Miyoko just what good he did showing his goddam fucking face around these parts. Miyoko stood perfectly still, watching her parents greet one another, free of any excess drama or overreacting emotional distress. Nikumu picked her large gun back up and held its barrel flat against the temple of Sylvia, growling, threatening to pull the trigger, to blow the stupid pussy-bitch-cunt's brains all over her asshole lover and his rudimentary slut-of-an-ex. Miyoko cleared her cheetah throat with an inchoate cough and glided towards her parents, wrapping both her arms around their necks, embracing them in a tender hug. Sylvia scoffed and placed her fists against her hips, looking at the swelling of anthros in attendance, rolling her eyes, impatiently waiting for this family-bonding moment to be over with already, the traffic's being fucking blocked, goddam it all, and David hadn't even introduced her to his own stupid little chickenshit family, for fuck's sake. How rude and insensitive! Miyoko broke away from their hug and walked up to Sylvia, rubbing the tabby-woman's arm, smiling with wide amber eyes of resplendent passiveness. Nikumu snarled and pulled at her ragged grey hair, shocked beyond reason at Miyoko's ignorance, her forgiveness, so uncouth. Miyoko entered the viewing room where her grandma's corpse was on display, prettied up for an open-casket presentation. In this room were also many distant cousins with young cubs pulling at each other's ties, disregarding the logistics and fundamental rules of a funeral viewing. Nikumu scoffed, shaking her head, whipping her thin rotted tail to and fro. She chuckled and told Miyoko how cool it would be to split their stupid fucking heads wide open with a hatchet, how funny it'd be to break the anthro children into pieces and burn their dismembered corpses in heaps while their parents watched, tied up to stakes formed from shattered and splintered church pews, watched as their ignorant little fucks died a horrible, slow, painful fire-engulfed death, snorting with excess laughter while talking the entire time, if what one could call the horrible murmuring bleeding forth from Nikumu's wretched gaping maw 'talking'. Miyoko felt a swelling of nausea strike her gut and render her balance asunder, nearly fainting into the viewing room, surrounded by young snot-nosed felines from all stretches of the species spectrum. Lynxes from Vegas here, a Persian from Nevada City there; Miyoko was inadvertently brought back to awareness by her distant half-brother, Haku, a Bengal tiger and a famous attorney in Taiwan who booked a priority late-night flight back home to be with his family in Alaska, joining the grieving procession with admirable strides and sympathetic sentiment. Nikumu asked Miyoko why she hasn't sucked his fat, throbbing tiger-boy's dick yet. The Pitbull spirit questioned the cheetah girl why she hasn't let her half-brother burst her hymen into jelly, why she hasn't spread her filthy whore legs and let his erect twitching barbed cock glide swiftly into her swollen heated saliva-lubed vagina, why she was hesitant to lick his barbed cock and force his head to tilt back and his eyes to roll to the edge of their sockets from an explosive orgasm, why she didn't quite comprehend the taste of his croupy-white warm semen, what her hold-up was to have him fuck her raw and raunchy, to pound her brains out late one night in the back-seat of his Datsun, to make her tail twitch erratically and force her to bury her teeth into his neck in a thick lust-driven reaction while her toe-paws curl inward and her breasts swell and harden, stiffening as rigid as her petite fleshy vein-coursed clitoris, dragged against his girth with repetitive lust, enticing a delirious knee-trembling warmth of sheer friction in her groin, apt to make her melt for him entirely as he prods himself with reckless abandon into his own flesh and blood, God save them both. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to her greatest abilities and gave Haku a generous hug, thanking him for coming home so soon and on such short notice. He told her why of course and insisted that he wouldn't miss his step-grammy's funeral, not even for all the work in the world. Nikumu snickered at this stupid little faggot-assed cuntwipe and his snappy little suit and his trendy haircut and fingered at her clit, panting heavily and licking at Haku's cheek while the ghoulish apparition squirted seminal fluids upon her hand-paw, wiping the feminine spunk clean against the surface of his inner thighs while smiling with a demonic sultry air of greed at Mikoyo. The cheetah girl asked Haku if he'd excuse her for a moment so she could step outside and catch a breath. He nodded and said do whatever you must, never even feeling Pitbull hand-paws dragging up and down his crotch. She did. She saw and felt everything, for she learned that Nikumu IS her, in spiritual tandem. Upon stepping out from the stifling heat of the funeral home, panties moistened past spoiled, she saw a groundskeeper tending to a mass of headstones. He rummaged through a small tractor-trailer filled with yard-trimming tools: lawn-mower, weed-eater, mulch, fertilizer, rakes and shovels, a gas-powered blower and a hedge-trimmer. Miyoko's yellow savannah-hued eyes glued to the latter object and Nikumu nodded at her, insistent. Yes, grab it. Go on, use it. Use it on everyone. Vent your frustrations. Carve their hearts right out of their goddam chests. You know you want to. Miyoko saw the groundkeeper and he waved at her. She returned with a friendly waving gesture of her own, smiling. He cracked a small grin from a corner of his lips and raised his scruffy eyebrows. Nikumu became angry and tired of waiting for nothing. As the spirit of Miyoko's bane possessed the cheetah-girl's body, she stopped waving and smiling immediately. Miyoko's hand-paws curled into fists, popping her knuckles, forcing her retractable claws to scratch and puncture at her paw-pads, drawing blood. She stomped over to the trailer and grabbed for the hedge-trimmers. She held the serrated-blade edge away from her body and pulled the choke-start cord once, twice and revved the trimming tool on the third tug. The groundskeeper saw, heard the hedge-trimmer's engine roaring to life and began to run towards her, waving his arms, asking the cheetah-girl what the hell she thought she was doing. Miyoko waved the hedge-trimmers over her head and swung the active carving blade down into his forehead, revving a speed throttle, carving a gouging slitting hole into his face. The man's arms shook and twitched and his legs buckled as he let loose a puddle of urine into his work-overalls, vile with a foul vinegary stench. His tongue jutted out from his lips and split in two. Miyoko yanked free the hedge-trimmer's active blade with a grunt and the man slouched to the grass, head cracking upon a nearby gravestone, splitting the wound wider still and exposing his sinuses and brains. His eyes rolled mercilessly and he gagged as two separated bits of tongue flapped aimlessly against his pale-whitened cheeks. Miyoko laughed aloud and dropped the hedge-trimmers to her side, turning around in a drunken weave and stumbling towards the work-cart trailer. She rustled her hand-paws through a camaraderie of landscaping equipment and found a small chainsaw used for clearing stumps and unsightly limbs from trees that grew wild around the cemetery's bordering fence. She primed the gas pump by pressing a small red rubber button inward three whole times and pulled hard upon the machine's ignition-cord. A booming roar of thunder coursed through the air, trembling the ground below. Miyoko was sure the chainsaw couldn't possibly be that powerful. She smiled with freakish clown-like appeal, pulled the cord again and felt vibrating power surging through her wrists, coursing up her arms and rattling her teeth as her finger-paw pressed against an ignition lever, rippling and revving the motor, watching as fine metallic teeth spun and vibrated with a mad dissonance. She smiled through a growling grimace, face stained with blood-splatter from the scraggly old man who had been employed as a groundskeeper for over twenty years then cut down to size just before retirement. She stood upright, head cocked back, sighing with relaxed ease, even while her teeth remain clenched shut tight. Nikumu hugged her close, one rotten bony arm wrapped around her fuzzy neck and kissed her cheetah-girl cheek with lips that had long-since gone spoilt. Show them what I've always meant for you to show them. Go on, have fun. They'll never expect it coming from you, guaranteed. You can't get dick, you can't ever catch a break at all so what good are you to anyone? Go on… become famous overnight. Do it. You'll be amazed. Miyoko smiled and looked upon her loving partner's face. Nikumu, empty eye sockets aglow, teeth snarling in a curled psychotic grin, eyebrows curved downward, stubby Pitbull head cocked, thirsty for blood. The skies flooded with clouds, cumulous and spiraling, dissipating and forming in triple-time, swirling with colors of vermillion and crimson, orange and yellow, indigo and pitch black. Weeping a single bloody tear in the name of all the young anthro cub girls who'd suffered similar misfortunes in their lives, those who had been raped, molested, tormented, hurt, offended, worthless and unwanted, Nikumu urged Miyoko to commence, to proceed, to carry it out all the way and satiate her desire for blood.\nMiyoko did very well in quenching her friend's thirst.\n\n[i]Excerpt clipped from Alaska's Anchorage Daily News, issue #197:[/i]\n\n[q][u]CHEETAH ANTHRO GIRL'S HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE SCARS SMALL COMMUNITY[/u]\n-Reported by Murphy Gillis\n\tA young anthropomorphic female killed a groundskeeper and roughly fifteen members of her own family during a recent funeral procession late last Tuesday. The cheetah-lion hybrid girl, identified as Miyoko Kubiyasha, was a leading representative in her school counsel and a bright, upstart young cub. Her victims include her parents, the late David Kubiyasha and Mildred Etheridge-Kubiyasha, her half-brother Haku, a famous attorney with law offices in Taiwan and Senpai, along with numerous cousins. The service was originally held in honor of her grandmother, who'd passed earlier last month from pneumonia. Numerous criminal researchers are investigating the cause of her dire motives. Miyoko is currently held under heavy security watch at Bright Isles Correctional Facility. Witnesses report seeing her curse aloud with vehement rage while being hauled away in a correctional hospital van, asking an as-of-yet unknown individual named Nikumu why she made her do what she did. Experts suggest hallucinogenic schizophrenia. More to come in the weeks ahead.[/q]\n\nEND\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Miyoko loved her family, but the other half of her conscious mind hated them dearly. Even as a child, the young anthropomorphic cheetah-girl knew something was desperately wrong with her. 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Miyoko's mental entity named herself Nikumu and confessed to having been born into Miyoko's mind at a very young age. The zombie-like Pitbull, face composed of a skull festering with maggots and grime, grinned through flaps of decomposed skin pulled taut at her jawline. Nikumu exclaimed how her fellow brethren had been exposed to thousands of young anthro-feline girls throughout centuries past and how their developing struggles were met with resounding violence and atrocious betrayal of self and others like them, aided by their appointed demonic tutors. Miyoko knew not what she meant precisely, but realized that Nikumu inhabited her subconscious far longer than even memory or mind, heart or humility could adhere. She slept easier, knowing she wasn't completely alone in the universe after all, nor was she entirely beyond redemption. Upon the day of her grandmother's funeral, Miyoko saw many long-distant relatives whom she'd all but forgotten about. Her cousin Marty arrived, giving her a recognizing wink and hugging her close, wrapping his slender lion-anthro arms around her shoulders. Miyoko caught a whiff of a potent odor emanating from beneath his armpits and a memory triggered of Marty showing her his penis in a public pool, trying to get her to grab at it with her hand-paw. He held her in a headlock, armpit pressed against her cheek, while he slid her cheetah-girl paws, claws unsheathed, down the crease of his swimming trunks, urging her to stroke him off, to beat him silly until he squirted the weird iron-scented seawater-tasting warm yogurt shit upon her wrist, all the while slightly suffocating her beneath the fold of his arm. She had underwent great liberties in keeping her distance from him ever since. Nikumu asked her if she'd like to skewer his fucking nuts upon sharpened pencils, shove them down his bastard throat, duct-tape his whore-dog mouth shut until he vomited them back up again and died choking on his own puke and bits of broken pencil lead. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to the best of her ability, continuing to welcome family members into the memorial gathering with her mother, the one who was granted full custody of the cheetah cub after the ugly near-annulment. She saw her mother waving and smiling at the arriving crowds of anthros, near and far, consisting of many different species. Uncle Darby and Aunt Tilly showed up, hugging her mother and patting Miyoko's head, complementing the girl and wishing her the very best. Nikumu held a Sig Sauer pistol up to Uncle Darby's head and asked Miyoko if she could kindly please pull the trigger, since he is a child-molesting old fuck who doesn't deserve any form of praise, especially from her mother. Miyoko shook her head, frowning deep. Nikumu then pointed her weapon at Aunt Tilly, shrugging, insisting that she fucks her patients in her nursing home caregiving position just for kicks. Miyoko went to hug her auntie and Nikumu dropped her hand-cannon upon the diamond-patterned mortuary carpet, shaking her ruined head, brushing her cocked bony wrist at her mental vessel, feeling a true sense of hopelessness and pity for the feline creature. Miyoko's biological father, a stout anthro-lion named David, showed up to support his ex-wife's family. He brought a spicy young tabby named Sylvia, his new-found love interest. Nikumu told Miyoko that Sylvia enjoys dressing up in Miyoko's old clothing and having David fuck her stupid while she calls him daddy, as a form of perverted father-daughter roleplay. Miyoko brushed her mental entity's cruel words off from her memory and ran to her dad, hugging him tight. Sylvia glanced apprehensively at both Miyoko and her mom, that stuck-up bitch who threw away her man for some reason or another. Mildred, Miyoko's mother, swayed forward and met up with David and Sylvia, holding her hand-paw out for a brisk shake. Nikumu insisted that Miyoko grab a nearby fireplace stake and ram it into David's neck for even having decided to show up in the first place, asking Miyoko just what good he did showing his goddam fucking face around these parts. Miyoko stood perfectly still, watching her parents greet one another, free of any excess drama or overreacting emotional distress. Nikumu picked her large gun back up and held its barrel flat against the temple of Sylvia, growling, threatening to pull the trigger, to blow the stupid pussy-bitch-cunt's brains all over her asshole lover and his rudimentary slut-of-an-ex. Miyoko cleared her cheetah throat with an inchoate cough and glided towards her parents, wrapping both her arms around their necks, embracing them in a tender hug. Sylvia scoffed and placed her fists against her hips, looking at the swelling of anthros in attendance, rolling her eyes, impatiently waiting for this family-bonding moment to be over with already, the traffic's being fucking blocked, goddam it all, and David hadn't even introduced her to his own stupid little chickenshit family, for fuck's sake. How rude and insensitive! Miyoko broke away from their hug and walked up to Sylvia, rubbing the tabby-woman's arm, smiling with wide amber eyes of resplendent passiveness. Nikumu snarled and pulled at her ragged grey hair, shocked beyond reason at Miyoko's ignorance, her forgiveness, so uncouth. Miyoko entered the viewing room where her grandma's corpse was on display, prettied up for an open-casket presentation. In this room were also many distant cousins with young cubs pulling at each other's ties, disregarding the logistics and fundamental rules of a funeral viewing. Nikumu scoffed, shaking her head, whipping her thin rotted tail to and fro. She chuckled and told Miyoko how cool it would be to split their stupid fucking heads wide open with a hatchet, how funny it'd be to break the anthro children into pieces and burn their dismembered corpses in heaps while their parents watched, tied up to stakes formed from shattered and splintered church pews, watched as their ignorant little fucks died a horrible, slow, painful fire-engulfed death, snorting with excess laughter while talking the entire time, if what one could call the horrible murmuring bleeding forth from Nikumu's wretched gaping maw 'talking'. Miyoko felt a swelling of nausea strike her gut and render her balance asunder, nearly fainting into the viewing room, surrounded by young snot-nosed felines from all stretches of the species spectrum. Lynxes from Vegas here, a Persian from Nevada City there; Miyoko was inadvertently brought back to awareness by her distant half-brother, Haku, a Bengal tiger and a famous attorney in Taiwan who booked a priority late-night flight back home to be with his family in Alaska, joining the grieving procession with admirable strides and sympathetic sentiment. Nikumu asked Miyoko why she hasn't sucked his fat, throbbing tiger-boy's dick yet. The Pitbull spirit questioned the cheetah girl why she hasn't let her half-brother burst her hymen into jelly, why she hasn't spread her filthy whore legs and let his erect twitching barbed cock glide swiftly into her swollen heated saliva-lubed vagina, why she was hesitant to lick his barbed cock and force his head to tilt back and his eyes to roll to the edge of their sockets from an explosive orgasm, why she didn't quite comprehend the taste of his croupy-white warm semen, what her hold-up was to have him fuck her raw and raunchy, to pound her brains out late one night in the back-seat of his Datsun, to make her tail twitch erratically and force her to bury her teeth into his neck in a thick lust-driven reaction while her toe-paws curl inward and her breasts swell and harden, stiffening as rigid as her petite fleshy vein-coursed clitoris, dragged against his girth with repetitive lust, enticing a delirious knee-trembling warmth of sheer friction in her groin, apt to make her melt for him entirely as he prods himself with reckless abandon into his own flesh and blood, God save them both. Miyoko ignored Nikumu to her greatest abilities and gave Haku a generous hug, thanking him for coming home so soon and on such short notice. He told her why of course and insisted that he wouldn't miss his step-grammy's funeral, not even for all the work in the world. Nikumu snickered at this stupid little faggot-assed cuntwipe and his snappy little suit and his trendy haircut and fingered at her clit, panting heavily and licking at Haku's cheek while the ghoulish apparition squirted seminal fluids upon her hand-paw, wiping the feminine spunk clean against the surface of his inner thighs while smiling with a demonic sultry air of greed at Mikoyo. The cheetah girl asked Haku if he'd excuse her for a moment so she could step outside and catch a breath. He nodded and said do whatever you must, never even feeling Pitbull hand-paws dragging up and down his crotch. She did. She saw and felt everything, for she learned that Nikumu IS her, in spiritual tandem. Upon stepping out from the stifling heat of the funeral home, panties moistened past spoiled, she saw a groundskeeper tending to a mass of headstones. He rummaged through a small tractor-trailer filled with yard-trimming tools: lawn-mower, weed-eater, mulch, fertilizer, rakes and shovels, a gas-powered blower and a hedge-trimmer. Miyoko's yellow savannah-hued eyes glued to the latter object and Nikumu nodded at her, insistent. Yes, grab it. Go on, use it. Use it on everyone. Vent your frustrations. Carve their hearts right out of their goddam chests. You know you want to. Miyoko saw the groundkeeper and he waved at her. She returned with a friendly waving gesture of her own, smiling. He cracked a small grin from a corner of his lips and raised his scruffy eyebrows. Nikumu became angry and tired of waiting for nothing. As the spirit of Miyoko's bane possessed the cheetah-girl's body, she stopped waving and smiling immediately. Miyoko's hand-paws curled into fists, popping her knuckles, forcing her retractable claws to scratch and puncture at her paw-pads, drawing blood. She stomped over to the trailer and grabbed for the hedge-trimmers. She held the serrated-blade edge away from her body and pulled the choke-start cord once, twice and revved the trimming tool on the third tug. The groundskeeper saw, heard the hedge-trimmer's engine roaring to life and began to run towards her, waving his arms, asking the cheetah-girl what the hell she thought she was doing. Miyoko waved the hedge-trimmers over her head and swung the active carving blade down into his forehead, revving a speed throttle, carving a gouging slitting hole into his face. The man's arms shook and twitched and his legs buckled as he let loose a puddle of urine into his work-overalls, vile with a foul vinegary stench. His tongue jutted out from his lips and split in two. Miyoko yanked free the hedge-trimmer's active blade with a grunt and the man slouched to the grass, head cracking upon a nearby gravestone, splitting the wound wider still and exposing his sinuses and brains. His eyes rolled mercilessly and he gagged as two separated bits of tongue flapped aimlessly against his pale-whitened cheeks. Miyoko laughed aloud and dropped the hedge-trimmers to her side, turning around in a drunken weave and stumbling towards the work-cart trailer. She rustled her hand-paws through a camaraderie of landscaping equipment and found a small chainsaw used for clearing stumps and unsightly limbs from trees that grew wild around the cemetery's bordering fence. She primed the gas pump by pressing a small red rubber button inward three whole times and pulled hard upon the machine's ignition-cord. A booming roar of thunder coursed through the air, trembling the ground below. Miyoko was sure the chainsaw couldn't possibly be that powerful. She smiled with freakish clown-like appeal, pulled the cord again and felt vibrating power surging through her wrists, coursing up her arms and rattling her teeth as her finger-paw pressed against an ignition lever, rippling and revving the motor, watching as fine metallic teeth spun and vibrated with a mad dissonance. She smiled through a growling grimace, face stained with blood-splatter from the scraggly old man who had been employed as a groundskeeper for over twenty years then cut down to size just before retirement. She stood upright, head cocked back, sighing with relaxed ease, even while her teeth remain clenched shut tight. Nikumu hugged her close, one rotten bony arm wrapped around her fuzzy neck and kissed her cheetah-girl cheek with lips that had long-since gone spoilt. Show them what I've always meant for you to show them. Go on, have fun. They'll never expect it coming from you, guaranteed. You can't get dick, you can't ever catch a break at all so what good are you to anyone? Go on… become famous overnight. Do it. You'll be amazed. Miyoko smiled and looked upon her loving partner's face. Nikumu, empty eye sockets aglow, teeth snarling in a curled psychotic grin, eyebrows curved downward, stubby Pitbull head cocked, thirsty for blood. The skies flooded with clouds, cumulous and spiraling, dissipating and forming in triple-time, swirling with colors of vermillion and crimson, orange and yellow, indigo and pitch black. Weeping a single bloody tear in the name of all the young anthro cub girls who'd suffered similar misfortunes in their lives, those who had been raped, molested, tormented, hurt, offended, worthless and unwanted, Nikumu urged Miyoko to commence, to proceed, to carry it out all the way and satiate her desire for blood.
Miyoko did very well in quenching her friend's thirst.

Excerpt clipped from Alaska's Anchorage Daily News, issue #197:

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