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  "writing": "\tAll the miserable shit started when I woke up.\n\tI slowly came around, head murky with lingering fatigue, limbs weak and numb with entropy. The icy tingling sensitivity felt staggering to me, hindering movement all over, especially in my paw tips. Recovering from such atrocious numbness never sat well with me, yet few realize how much worse the sensation is when one finds oneself bound and tied up, spread-eagled and cruelly exposed, which was the case in my fun-loving unfortunate circumstance. A cruel gust of wind rushed past me, freezing me asunder with its chill as I dangled from a hemp-twined rope wrapped around my shoulders, arms and legs bound with slipknots. I started to wriggle and lash out violently in an attempt to free myself.\n\tA voice cracked through the mire of somnolent buzz, low and booming, very predatory and right near my head. I could nearly smell the bastard's wretched festering halitosis as he spoke aloud.\n\t\"Took you long enough to come around, you fucking jerkwad asshole son of a whore.\"\n\tI fluttered my eyelids open slower than molasses, rendering my body limp with exhaustion. While dangling, I felt a significant gap in my left socket and shuddered at the extensive void in my head.\n\tOh hell, that probably wasn't a good sign.\n\tMy wannabe bitch-ass captor could've spared me with my dignity intact, but instead the stinky-breathed prick chose to remove my glass eye, maybe just for kicks. Perhaps it popped out while he was hoisting me up into bondage? I couldn't begin to imagine where it was since I couldn't see that far in the dark with only one freaking eye, such a delightful musky underbelly pit of a room he'd dragged me into. Besides, I needed to focus really hard, for a misplaced ocular might be too distracting to my course of action involved in planning a daring escape. Last thing I needed to think about was how far up his ass he'd crammed my fucking eyeball, that absolute reject who so totally would with full impunity. I really couldn't wait to break free.\n\tI was about to inhale deep and clear my sinuses hard through my nostrils to gather up a decent wad of phlegm to be fired into the face of whoever felt the need to kidnap me and string me upside-down in the furry buff when I heard another voice from directly behind my swinging ringed shepcoon tail, this one smooth and velvety with feminine assertiveness. I suddenly felt an odd state of arousal kick in, ain't gonna lie, fucked up as it may have been at the time. I suppose that's a prime example of Stockholm syndrome in full swinging effect. That low lounge diva grovel became a high-pitched Cuban accent on the brink of Karen glory in record time and I flinched as a slim flexible tail curled around my muzzle, embracing me in a soft subtle hug, a brief momentary flash of warmth touched down upon my face, very nurturing and feline-distinctive. She then proceeded to pimp-slap my erection and I yelped out, more in surprise than in actual pain, though it did sting my knot a little. Her Felidae nails could only retract so far back into her clawed fingertips, after all.\n\t\"Holy shit, you maniac, I can't fuckin' believe it worked! Look! It worked! We got him, the jackass!! Aaah, we'll be rollin' in shepcoon bounty soon 'nuff, I wouldn't doubt! AAAAH Oh my fuck, we nabbed him naked, babe. Full. Fucking. Frontal. Nudity. Would ya get a load o'that shit, mate?!\" She exclaimed. A string of applause flowed through the hollowed-out chamber where I hung by a long thick hemp rope, shibari-style. The clapping ceased, met only by a sarcastic snicker planted squarely on my ear. I caught a happenstance glimpse of the female captor, bearing very unique feline curvature, a most voluptuous tone intact with slender height to compensate for her curves. She wore a white hoodie sweater with Grants Pass written on its front. Her wolf-guy companion maintained a thick leather jacket. Both of them wore black denim jeans and long rubber boots. I also noticed that they both looked miserable and sleep-deprived, frustrated as hell and yet very pleased with me, their latest capture.\n\t\"Look, baby. Fuckin' naked. Can you believe that shit? Where the hell was he goin' naked in this shitty weather, anyways?? This motherfucker is both naked and alive! Out in this blizzard?! Y'know what this fuckin' means for our bank accounts?? Jeeeeesus Crimony! Yo, we gotta call Antonio, let him know we found his boooooyeeeeeeeEEEE FUCK YES!! Yo! Hear that, shepcoon? Our master Sciorrenzo is gonna be capitalizin' on yo' ass very soon!\" The wolf-guy said with grandeur joy and excitement.\n\n\tOf course they had to be Sciorrenzo's puppets, why was I not surprised? Simple: I wasn't.\n\n\t\"Tell me somethin' I don't already know, fuck-bag-bitch.\" I said through clenched-shut teeth, growling aloud, pausing briefly for dramatic emphasis with each word said. A bevy of cackling hysterical guffawed laughter floated towards me in response and I begged silently for it to just stop already until it did, right in front of my face. A lingering presence pervaded my senses as I felt a rugged furry muzzle grind against my slender canine bandit-masked snout, face to face, warm breath permeating my entire forehead. I subsided my growling for now, decided to play it cool, to ride this imbecilic storm out and maintain a shred of patience for once.\n\tBlurry as my vision was, I could make out a pair of glowing green irises that emanated a low steady emerald haze, like a corona aura surrounding the sun, though this one felt more like an invisible root structure slowly wrapping its way into my mental wiring, tickling my sinuses whilst tapping into my active synapses with aggressive predominance. A pair of light brown wolf's hand-paws, rugged and robust, raised my head up and combed finger-paws through my dreadlocks, as he were hunting for lice. He snickered as he caressed my cheeks, dragging clawed nails through my scruffy shepcoon fur-tufts, decorating my jawline with pudgy raccoon distinction. I almost felt like Mary Jane about to be kissed by freaking Spider-Man upside-down. The jacket-donning wolf-jerk chuckled, tickling my whiskers with his own, breath reeking of stale fish and malt vinegar. I wish I could've offered him a goddam Tic-Tac right then and there, at least.\n\t\"Is it true what they say about this fuck-face?\" Wolf-guy asked nobody in particular, most likely referring to his seductive curvy pussy-mama with Courtney Love-influenced sex-appeal.\n\t\"Oh God, not this again.\" She scoffed out loud while smacking her forehead, back turned to me.\n\t\"I mean it! For real! Does he really, like… y'know, read minds and make people shoot each other with mental suggestion? He can make things float in mid-air too, right? Crazy Magneto shit like that?\"\n\tI could only just chortle beneath my breath, wondering if he was taking himself seriously.\n\t\"For fuck's sake! Why not try asking him, genius.\" She suggested with a hint of reluctance in her tone.\n\tWhile Wolfs-a-lot fondled my face in an effort to prime my telekinesis if he wasn't careful, I hawked the biggest loog-mc-boog in all of recorded sinus-cleansing history right into the unfortunate bastard's unwitting face, laughing my ass off as I did, which was cut drastically short by a heavily callused and thick-knuckled canine fist slamming into my cheek at breakneck velocity. I felt my jaw go numb and a flurry of white sparks suddenly appeared in my right eye's vision, compensating for my lack of hearing, settling instead for a high-pitched somnolent buzzing drone. I spun and swayed like a twirling Cirque De Soleil performer suspended up high by ribbons, small pattering of fresh blood dripping down onto the cracked tile floor below or perhaps above me, I couldn't tell, I didn't even mind, for nothing made any fucking sense. He'd literally punched me blind, so I was at a loss of any cognitive functionality. The world spun relentlessly and my ears rang as I wondered in broken querulous silence... just how in the absolute hell beyond all hellfire I had managed to get myself into this shitty situation to begin with.\n\t\"How in the. Fuck, Max.\" I whispered to myself. How only two jackasses with a bounty to cash in on my head could've gotten the best of me in such a derogatory fashion, right beneath my nose - that was an enigma that may very well haunt my dreams for years to come. I probably didn't even deserve to find out.\n\t\"Now, now; one step at a goddam time, sheesh crimony. We got him, sure, but how we gonna prove to the MAN that we are, in fact, rival bounty hunters with orders called out on this son-of-a-whore? I mean, don't y'all see what he just did? He resisted me effortlessly. That ain't right, he shouldn't be able to-\"\n\t\"-Oh sod off with [i]that[/i] nonsense, babe! I mean, won't they demand letters of referral from us on behalf of our employers? You [i]DO[/i] have your license intact, right?\" I had to squint through blood to see her face as she began to appear to me more clearly than before and all at once I felt the urge to vomit, for I knew this leopardess very well, had actually courted her for a brief time in my youth, long before the scourge of corruption in the form of Vincent Sciorrenzo influenced her heart and mind into becoming a skilled assassin for hire. Her expression shifted into one of alarmed panic and I smiled with schadenfreude joy. Evidently, my captors weren't the brightest crayons in the box when it came to providing suitable credentials.\n\t\"Why, naturally! Who'd be bloody imbecilic enough [i]not [/i]to carry their own earnings upon their person, mind ye?? I got credentials, surely I do! I'm more concerned about my inability to manipulate this prick fucker, ya dig?\" Wolf-dude blurted aloud through an ocean of muffled auditory depths. I just snickered, biding my time, letting the moron have his say and knowing exactly how she'd respond, not letting me down for even a brief moment. I refrained from erupting out loud with pure unabashed hysteria.\n\t\"Exactly my point. We bagged this fuck, we've got the proof of his worth, let's cash him in and skip town!! You and me!\" She shifted her gaze and looked right at me while she talked. \"You know, if we get paid well enough for this jerkoff and start a new life together, I promise you, dear, that I'll let you fuck me so goddamn hard every single day and night, that your dick will fall off after about a month spent with me, I guarantee it. I'll become the finest, kinkiest, raunchiest, sluttiest filthiest fucking whore of a lewd little daddy's favorite fucktoy you've ever known in your entire life and will ever have the pleasure and privilege to fuck for now on until you die, so help me upon the Gods on high. So, let's carry through with this shitty errand, drag this fat-ass to his former mentor, give them the document and get paid for it, okay?\"\n\t\"Bitch, my ass isn't that fat.\"\n\t\"The hell it isn't, shepcoon.\"\n\tI felt a savage hand-paw smack my ass-cheek just beneath my tail with hefty athletic strength. That would most likely leave a welting mark beneath my fur, suggesting I'm lucky enough to survive this lame-ass ordeal long enough to see it. I began to think about my home, Gus, Bradley, Maile, yearning for a chance to see them just one last time before the inevitable goes down all around me. No time for tears, now I had to focus.\n\t\"Fair enough!\" Wolf-guy exclaimed with ecstatic jubilant glee, like he'd been told he just won the lottery. And for all I knew, perhaps he had. I caught a nice prominent glimpse of his ugly mug smiling with rich enveloped corrupted greed more than once already. \n\t\"Come on, let's take this shepcoon dick-smother to the authorities and earn our keep!\"\n\tI groaned, feeling a bit light-headed from being suspended in such a ludicrous manner for so long. Not much longer, though. I felt like the world's most uncomfortable goddam pendulum in all of Nevada or Oregon or wherever I happened to be located. I inquired kindly upon them both while keeping full composure, even while dangling upside-down and naked, bleeding from one nostril, where we were.\n\t\"Hey, you shit-spewing fuck-tarded weak-at-catching-shepcoons-on-vacation moron assholes, where am I and why exactly do I feel a draft on my, um…\" I angled my chin towards my groin, pointing gradually at my exposed testicular sac, lined with a thatch of wiry pubic follicles. \"… my 'Y'know-what'?\"\n\t\"FUCKING. QUIET!!\" Her murderous voice boomed out loud with atrocious high volume, followed immediately by a chain of aggregate hollow stomping that neared closer to me. I heard a metallic sheathing, like a knife being revealed, maybe a switchblade. A tiny pin-prick of sudden pain welted from my neck, above my right collarbone and I knew the loony bitch was poking me with her switchblade, even while I was suspended in the buff in what seemed like a coal miner's locker room shower stall. I figured maybe all this was over a debt owed to very prominent heavy hitters, big names in the greater Pacific Northwest region who'd yield huge million-dollar cash-grabs if ever caught off-guard by assassins such as myself. Officious swine, those rich spoiled over privileged swindlers and swag magnets always made for good bounty hunting capital gain, always worth an extra few thousand a pop for good measure. I felt obliged to ask my new friends again, ever-so-kindly, with all the politeness and generosity granted unto me by my family, especially my father, God rest his soul, where we were and why they decided to go for me of all anthros. They refused to answer.\n\t\"Okay, fair enough. Let's play this game my way then, if we shall. If you major grade-A cunts won't let me down from these God-awful restraints in another minute or two, I might have to force you to kill each other instead, or at least one of you. Maybe I'll have fun and force you two to fuck each other really hard and bloody in your navels first before I make you kill yourselves with your own flimsy pussy-ass switchblade. I can, you know. I have that ability. You're curious to know more about it? Don't fuck with me, and you won't see what I'm talking about. You're better off not knowing what I know, believe me.\"\n\tI felt bold, enlivened and more than ready to break free from my restraints and whack the living shit out of these two determined yet suicidal maniacs. My voice bellowed from the depths, croupy and low, like a dragon with a grudge.\n\tThey just laughed, however. Cackling with a heavy mocking undertone, a gruesome duet of intangible auditory oral grating. I scoffed and watched a leopard-spotted arm swing out above my head, cutting my rope restraint that held me upright. I fell down onto a big spacious water mattress, surrounded by chopped oak and cedar logs, all heavily soiled with grime and dirt. Billowing clouds of sawdust coursed through the room in droves as I waded freely on the mattress's watery surface.\n\t\"Oh really, fuck-stick?? What'll you do, anyways, conjure a bunch of ghosts to haunt us, or maybe go OOGA BOOGA and suddenly vanish from thin air??\" She asked me, leaning over my body while crouched down low. I felt pressure against my chest and a flash of cold steel puncture my neck, dragging a small bee-line up my throat. A warm flush of liquid oozed against my fluffy mane and I began to feel faint, realizing she was attempting to carve my neck open, kneeling down on my body to anchor me in place while she proceeded to behead me on a random water bed in an old run-down dilapidated room that looks like it hasn't seen daylight in over a decade. Not a chance. Not a chance. Not with her lame little switchblade. Fuck that noise. I refused to become her replacement pincushion. Panic kicked in and adrenaline took hold as I clenched my eyes shut and screamed bloody murder at them both, hoping not to run the risk of getting castrated or beheaded or flagellated with his big fucking hunting blade of a machete as a means of shutting me right up quickly. I didn't want to feel her blade ram into my other eye socket or worse, into my crotch. I'd rather let her kill me outright than live castrated by anyone else.\n\t\"Whooo, what a marvelous soundtrack that makes!!! Keep screaming, it'll turn him on as y'all die viciously by my slim, slender, femme fatale fingertips. This leopard is gonna fuck you up, little BITCH! Dead or alive, we'll still fetch a pretty penny for y'all! Whoo Hooo! Fuckin'A, we're so goddam rich! Rich!! I can't stress it enough to keep him lookin' pretty- OH God Almighty will ya stop carvin' yer damn initials into his nape!! Fuck! Just a tiny bit on the elbow, if anythin' at all! Get with the program, Duke Elstra-oops.\"\n\t\"You fucking whore, Felicity, what'd I say about using our real names???\" Duke said, causing Felicity to smack her forehead with steadfast realization. \n\t\"Hell, too late now. Anyways, fuck it. He's our property, we own his ass and I'm markin' this muthafuck, so just try to stop me if you can, bitch!\" Duke cried out loud, crazed look in his eye.\n\t\"WAIT! FUCK! HANG The Absolute Fuck on, wait a minute, wait a minute, are you really THE Felicity and Duke Elstrand, the famous Bonnie-N-Clyde bounty hunter duo from Riverside, Cali?? THOSE same dumbasses?\"\n\tThey paused, glanced at each other and slowly nodded their heads in shameful unison. I just burst into the most potent hearty belly-laughs imaginable over how dead they really were, feeling pain from laughing so hard, wading in place on top of the water bed.\n\t\"BAAAAHAHAHA You losers!!! Why'd you draw my name, of all possible recipients?! Don't you two have a fucking sideshow rodeo to be hosted elsewhere right about now somewhere in Death fuckin' Valley?!\"\n\t\"Ha Ha, like we haven't heard that joke before.\" Felicity scoffed.\n\t\"Guilty as charged, shepcoon. And right now, y'all have just become our latest bounty up fer grabs. Kudos! Y'all have officially made me n' my dear partner over yonder millionaires. Give yerself a hand fer that, ya rudimentary lil' hybrid-bitch.\" Duke said, nearly breathing into my ear. He licked my neck clean, tending to my wound, taunting me further with the great big hedge-clearing blade in his hand-paw, when I opened my maw wide and lashed out, taking a big fucking bite of his snout. I would've nabbed a chunk and spat it back in his face, had he not shoved me off so quickly. \n\tFelicity flinched in reaction and dropped her switchblade in the darkness. She yelped and knelt down fast, scrambling to recover it, rummaging through debris and crusty aged tiles, all while maintaining a steady contemptuous gaze on me. I gathered the vibe that she'd probably stab me to death fairly soon, yet I didn't want to find out. Duke lunged back and shrieked in pain and shocked alarm and I used the opportunity of momentary distraction to tap into his-\nEVERYTHING IS WHITE IN THE VOID EVERYTHING IS WHITE IN THE VOID TO WHENCE THE FORTUNATE CANINE HYBRID SPAWNED SHALL THY DELINQUENT SPECIMEN BE PLUNGED FORTH AS A PINNACLE END FOR THOU SHALL DESTROY THE PRICK AT LONG LAST THUS IN TURN CLAIM THY FULL RESPONSIBILITY EARN A VALUABLE SUM THOU EST A HEFTY CLAIM OF SEVEN THOUSAND ALIVE NARY FOUR IF DEAD FOR THE PHANTOMS MUST INHERIT THY SHARE HALF AS MUCH UNTO THOU EST SPLENDOR, SHALL MAX PERISH FROM THY FORLORN EXISTEN-\n\t\"GAH!!! Ah, I knew it! There ya go! That's it, I knew it! Oh, you fucking liars!! Millionaires??! I knew you were both part-timers, fuckers! Fuckers! Fuckers, you're gonna pay for this goddam lame-brained weak-ass captive-keeping bitch-assed bullshit!!\" I screamed, still reeling in the ugly truth of their base motive. Duke and Felicity Elstrand weren't in it to cash me in for over a million, I was worth about the price of a used vehicle to these fuck-sticks. One could fetch a corn dog at a county fair for a cheaper price than what these bimbos were asking for my hide.\n\tThey simply had to pay for their treason against the code, or I'd die trying.\n\tI didn't care if they sought out a hundred or a hundred thousand for my head - to go against the code of conduct we assassins and bounty hunters alike shared so blatantly and with dire impunity meant an instantaneous death warrant. They opted to make their own price against orders so as such, they had to pay. I was taught that such mutinous treason couldn't be excused all too easily. Sometimes, the best solution to a problem was to bury it in a snowstorm. Luckily for me, I appeared to be nestled in an abandoned building of some kind, right in the very midst of a blizzard and very late at night. If the howling from outside didn't prove a flurry of snowstorm, the clumps of fallen white frozen icy slush on the only windowsill just outside clearly did.\n\tMy eye socket began to itch ever-so-slightly… and I calmed myself down, staring upright at Felicity, gazing right into her bright azure-green eyes. I wanted to savor the moment.\n\t\"Your move, bitch.\" I whispered, feeling a tiny sting on my neck, just above my collarbone, where she'd prodded her blade. The water bed started to ripple beneath my body, vibrating with more and more force as I knelt into a praying Buddhist's pose, arms still bound by hemp rope. I squinted my eyes shut firm and used gravity to unravel the excess rope easily while my knees bore into the vinyl surface of the dark green waterproof mattress on the verge of exploding. Soon, I had the rope spinning in a circular figure-eight shape above my head. I breathed in very deep and exhaled a mid-toned undulating howl, arms falling limp to my sides and tail tweaking casually, sustaining a note for what felt like an eternity as my eye socket began to rupture from within. I snapped my finger-paw and from one of Duke's leather jacket pockets, my orange eye patch darted straight for my exposed eye socket, fastening in place over the empty hollow chassis, a pall of light glowing steadily from behind cracks and fissures on the cloth patch, illuminating my face in the quagmire of darkness.\n\tAll at once, I could not only see clearly from my left eye, but I could see THROUGH IT ALL.\n\tI glanced up and saw my former mentor's fat Italian face curl into a deceitful satisfied cat-like smug grin as he personally handed Duke and Felicity Elstrand combined personal checks bearing his signature beside my name, last known home address (something I changed regularly) and birth date. All the information they'd need to track down a shepcoon prick named Maxwell Horacio Blackburnadeaux.\n\tI peered into a dirty grime-encrusted trailer and witnessed the young voracious working couple involved themselves in a heated yelling argument over how I should be worth way more than the offer which their boss revealed unto them, how they couldn't justify pursuing a skilled experienced hunter like me for the price they'd been offered, bless their hearts for such good looking-out.\n\tI watched as the Elstrands read up and studied figuratively on historical figures of crime and robbery, maybe to seek out a modus of influence in an attempt to solidify their presence during the grand spectacular act of hunting me down and snuffing me out.\n\tI spied in on Duke and Felicity engaging in hard gratuitous roleplaying sex while watching the climactic ending to Bonnie and Clyde, as a means of getting off to the most intense thrill imaginable - being gunned down violently by warrant-crazed feds. Duke's fedora cap never fell off once, even while he flat-out ejaculated hard and firm into his leopardess with heated illicit passion, losing his wolf-knot inside her with ease.\n\tI caught sight of the Elstrands sneaking in on my current location, even as I stripped down to enjoy a relaxing dip in a nearby hot-spring before retiring to my erected tent fairly early for sustained rest and relaxation. They had collapsed my tent and extinguished my small rock-quarried pit fire, seemingly with purpose. They charged at me with blades drawn in hand, beanie masks pulled over their slim dynamic animalistic-shaped heads, prepossessing such harrowing brutish intent.\n\tI simply didn't know of their dire intentions until it was far too late. By the time I recognized a flaw in the air, Duke had clocked me in the temple with the hilt-end of his big-ass cartel machete.\n\tI saw these things and more, even as I felt my body begin to levitate slightly, effortless with limited gravity. The world became fleeting all around me as I breathed in full harmonious tandem with my own heartbeat, which caused a thick throbbing to form in my neck. I gave into the undertow of my ability and experienced a very loud snap in the center of my head. That was my ticket of admission.\n\t\"NO!! Stop him, right now! Quick, hurry!\" She screamed, but to no avail, for I had already locked into Duke's subconscious. To tap into the mind of another is but a mere luxury, a sustained perk led on by my abilities. It always seemed far easier for me to ride strong on weaker minds such as those belonging to the Elstrands. Not as much intellect to wade through. I raised my arms and controlled Duke's wolf limbs like a marionette puppet, floppy and devoid of any life. He attempted to break free but I wouldn't allow it, for fear of losing my life violently by his hand-paws. I had to hurry or else Felicity would impale me in the jugular with her wimpy little prick of a switchblade, maybe even give me a shiny new enema. My eye socket flashed a vibrant bellowing burst of pure unrestrained crimson red and I growled out loud as I forced Duke to charge Felicity.\n\t\"Duke, honey! Stop! He's making you do-No, NOOOOOOO-\"\n\tThe silver glinting surface of Duke's machete sunk fast and directly into Felicity's forehead with a dry hollow [i]whump![/i], reminiscent of a stick whacking a pillow. A second hit emanated a loud wood-splitting crack that echoed through the small room. A torrent of blood splattered Duke's muzzle with the third strike, becoming more pronounced with each consecutive lashing blow. I tilted my neck and jerked my head while maintaining a firm steady subconscious grip on Duke's body, forcing him to dismember his horrified leopard bounty hunting partner in crime before his very eyes. He sobbed mercilessly and I refused to quit or subside, raising my arm and swinging it down in a repetitive hack-N-slash motion. Small rivulets of red and orange mist flowed from my left socket like a cursed fog machine running on overdrive as tiny embers caught flame and burnt a hole through my eye patch, dumping ashen crumbles down upon the water bed's trembling surface in a small piled clump. I felt like I was perched on a rubber tea kettle whistling aloud, riding steady on a million bursting bubbles. All the water from within grew far too hot for comfort and began to burst free from loosened seams on the thin vinyl mattress, leaking a huge puddle upon dirty tiled floorboards.\n\t\"How do ya like me now, pal?? That proof enough for ya?! At least ONE of us ain't lying!\" I screamed, feeling my heart racing like gangbusters, making my neck pulse slightly. \n\t\"Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, for the love of God, I don't want this, you fucking criminal, please goddam stop this!\" Duke's eternal mantra of anxiety spun out of control in an endless loop as I continued to mentally insist he murder his stupid leopard partner and my former jilted ex-lover by his hand and my mental recommendation combined. She was a gorgeous leopard woman, if not foolish in her greed and arrogance. It only felt right that she got what she had coming to her not by my hand, but by the hand of the wolf-man whom she trusted with her life when she had decided to brush me aside for good.\n\tAh, how such irony unfolds in my daily routine!\n\tBy the time I was fully satisfied, one couldn't quite recognize Felicity Elstrand without perhaps a mug-shot comparison, or dental records on hand. I'd forced Duke to liquidate her face, practically. Poor leopard girl never stood a chance. And neither will Duke, for that matter.\n\t\"You had your chance and you blew it, now you gotta suffer. Sorry, dude!\" I said to Duke as I allowed my mind to taper free from his subconscious cockpit, losing my mental connection. My legs turned gelatinous and I felt a wicked flushing sensation course through my body, tingling my limbs with entropy and forcing my groin to flex. I cringed my head in reaction to that crazy unsettling sensation as I slowly came back to a stagnant, steady reality, my own mind in my own body. All was as it should be. I inhaled and gasped with a breath of frost-tinged air, still nude, nostrils chapped with dried blood.\n\t\"Besides, it's not as if you didn't care for her. I mean, you only cheated on your woman with what, like six other feisty thirsty horny sluts in heat? Including a hippopotamus? You fucking adventurous wild child, you.\" I said with a low, conniving snicker. Sometimes I see a lot more than what I bargained for in a person's mental trajectory. Private places they've wandered carefully into, innocent people they've molested, illegal drugs they've taken and nearly died from overdosing on - very private matters. In the case of Duke Elstrand, I saw a live active harem leader running a grand spectacle with about half a dozen skimpy yearning scantily-clad anthro girls throwing themselves upon him in droves. The catch? Not a single one of them appeared to be a day over twelve.\n\t\"You've been a baaaaad boy behind your dead partner's back, y'know. That's why she's dead now. Repentance for your adultery. You've basically bought your life back from me indirectly by taking hers. Congratulations, bud! You can live to see another day, knowing you survived my sustained onslaught. Can't say the same for Felicity, unfortunately.\" I said to Duke, hunched on the floor, resting steady upon his knees and palms in front of me. His nose dripped with blood from the injury I gnawed into his snout. He rocked back and forth in torment, visibly distraught over having just brutally murdered Felicity. I may have weakened him asunder but I didn't completely break him, not like I'd thought, for Duke Elstrand still had a righteous driving force intact.\n\tWhen I stood upright at last, Duke lunged at me with Felicity's switchblade in his hand-pawed grip and without missing a single beat, rammed all five inches of the blade's steel into my belly, right to the hilt. The sensation was awful and pervasive, like having one's sepsis pierced by a screwdriver. To make it even worse, he fumbled the handle and caused the sunken blade to twist and twirl within my gut, further carving his way into my shepcoon body like a master sculptor chiseling away at his prized masterpiece. That probing violated sensation fucking SUCKED and I screamed bloody murder as my eye socket imploded like a mini-nuke, forcing the dilapidated tiny room's one single window to blow outward, raining a burst of glass shards down upon a thick sheet of snow beneath a dark evening sky teeming with overcast conditions. A few floorboards had been knocked loose, exposing a weed-strewn patch of grassy knoll beneath. One of the flowers growing on that weed struck an immediate chord with me. I knew of only one area where wildflowers like that grew uncontrolled and flourishing.\n\tHarper Mills Lumber Yard. My old stomping grounds, at least long before I blew it all to hell.\n\tSo the Elstrands decided to drag me to Harper Mills in the midst of a big-ass blizzard to conduct their bounty-hunting tomfoolery on me, eh? Yup, that figures. I fought Duke off from my immediate proximity just far enough to head-butt his forehead and daze the wolf briefly, which was more than enough time I needed. As he attempted to recover from my cranial blow, I gathered as much strength and courage as I could muster and pried that fucking switchblade free from my belly. The glinting steel had lodged itself into my gut with abundant force so I had to tug extra-hard to loosen it even slightly, for it'd been snagged onto something else, lodge deep within. Every small nuance of touch I gave the hilt produced a myriad of pain that pillaged and plundered my entire body, even forcing my tail-hole to pucker in reaction to the absolute sweltering anguish, hopefully not from a punctured nerve or a slashed artery. There was no way in hell something so flimsy and petite could cause so much damage.\n\tWhen I removed Felicity's weapon of choice from the crease between my abs, I threw the blade towards a nearby wooden post, causing it to stick firm and tremble in place. I was so unbelievably irritated and fed up that I was quite literally ready to eat Duke alive or die trying. When I approached him to end the whole ignorant issue for good, he was already deceased, no thanks to his own cowardly decision to carve his own machete very deep into his jugular. I growled with frustration, scoffed and spat on Duke's miserable prick of a corpse then shivered heavily from the cold outside. I'd catch pneumonia if I stood around naked for much longer, so I finally opted to get dressed, thanking both the Elstrands for their dutiful contributions. I was worried about excess gore staining Felicity's hoodie and bloodying up my dreads but somehow her jacket remained untouched by any traces of her mutilation aftermath. Thank goodness because I would eventually be the one to blood-stain the shit out of her Grants Pass hoodie, which I wore beneath Duke's jacket and jeans for provided comforting layers, a little excess warmth. \n\tA soft metallic hushed tone called out from nearby, carrying substantial weight through the crisp winter air. I recognized the clicking sound immediately as an AR-15 being drawn and primed to fire. I covered the Elstrand's corpses with clumps of sawdust as best as I could in a hurry and fished a very trustworthy .357 magnum free from Felicity's rear pocket. She had been carrying the entire time, just in case I tried anything funny or dangerous, I suppose. Clearly that worked very well in her favor. I opened the gun up and verified a fully-loaded hand-cannon, all six bullet chambers filled to capacity with hollow-tipped splendor. I slid the chamber back into place slowly and carefully, cocked the hammer upright and twirled the gun in my grip, getting a feel for its weight. I stopped myself abruptly and caught a brief peek out the shattered window, witnessing a snow-bound nirvana. The storm was relentless, offering very little visibility. Thick clustered flakes piled down in spiraling wisps, sticking to literally any feasible surface. Pea-soup-thickened clouds of mist pervaded my vision significantly. The only light sources I had at my disposal were a few brightly-lit sodium arc lamps attached to electric power poles, which made it next to impossible to see anything further than a few yards away through all the snowfall. \n\tI treated it like a fun little challenge because hey, why not?\n\t\"Easy does it.\" I whispered to myself as I eased my shepcoon body through the shattered window, taking great care not to misstep and carve a hole into one of my foot-paws, even with rubber snow boots on. I couldn't afford to take any chances whatsoever. I almost brushed my nose against a thin razor-sharp shard of glass upon exiting the squat cabin, nestled alongside the main concourse of the primary saw mill. \n\tThe finest of Harper Mills did an equally fine job at cleaning my previous mess up. Not a misplaced limb in sight anywhere, save for thick clumps of snow. A nearby cord of wood sat in a stack, leaned up steady against a wooden barricade, layered with fresh snowdrifts. I pressed against the makeshift wall of oak wood, applying pressure to the stab wound on my chest, staining my leopard ex's hoodie jacket with my own blood, so frustrating. I promised myself to get laid immediately after I get free and clear of this absolute pickle of a flawed bounty robbery. I sat steady and almost immediately heard crunching footfalls approach towards my position from behind the sawmill building. I guess I wasn't hearing things after all. I glanced through a tiny dark crack between stacked logs and saw a canine anthro, wolf or dingo, dressed in winter layers slowly stepping against a fierce breeze. He kept a steady watch of his surroundings, even while being pelted with snow. He brandished a large AR-15 assault rifle in hand-paw, held at the ready. Black thermal leggings and a thick green fleece-lined jacket occupied his body beneath jeans and coat, layers upon layers. \n\t\"Where'd he fuckin' come from??!\" I asked myself, almost too loud for comfort. Nearby, a lonesome water wheel spun and creaked, wood clacking against a jutting metal rod, acting as a speed-trap. The wheel's clicking groan-incurred spinning acted as a beacon for electric power, spinning while keeping sodium-arc lamps aglow. In their bright glare, I saw the clear-azure blue eyes of a lone approaching wolf assassin, even as he approached from a distance. Oh, those huge thick-browed eyes stood out vividly among his other refined features, like his eloquent hair.\n\tIn another lifetime, I probably would've tried to hit on him, maybe woo him home for a night of fun and folly with a shepcoon grunge-rocker. In reality, he was about to eat all six bullets from my newly-purloined weapon. That is, if he didn't pepper me with multiple AR-15 rounds first. This was the complication bestowed upon me as a servant of forced old western justice. I could never find a suitable partner, for their names kept coming up in my hit-lists. \n\tSilence blanketed the night, laying a canopy across the valley, pilfered with fresh snowfall. Layers upon ice-sheeted layers built and packed in droves as snowflake tendrils twirled and danced in meticulous patterns all around me, some lilting down upon my snout, melting into tiny droplets of water that leaked down my muzzle, dripping off my chin. Their descent seemed surreal, translucent, almost mystical, for not a sound could be heard beside my breathing and the approaching sentry's footfalls, crunching into ankle-high snow drifts, forging his own trail in an attempt to check in on Harper Mills, maybe to investigate the unsavory disturbance heard earlier from within. The wheel continued to spin with the flow of a nearby creek bed, unaffected by any snowy weather. I could just make out the shadow of his reflection in a nearby brook. He was close.\n\tI held my breath with my shiny new revolver in hand-paw and listened very, very carefully.\n\n\nEND\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>\tAll the miserable shit started when I woke up.<br />\tI slowly came around, head murky with lingering fatigue, limbs weak and numb with entropy. The icy tingling sensitivity felt staggering to me, hindering movement all over, especially in my paw tips. Recovering from such atrocious numbness never sat well with me, yet few realize how much worse the sensation is when one finds oneself bound and tied up, spread-eagled and cruelly exposed, which was the case in my fun-loving unfortunate circumstance. A cruel gust of wind rushed past me, freezing me asunder with its chill as I dangled from a hemp-twined rope wrapped around my shoulders, arms and legs bound with slipknots. I started to wriggle and lash out violently in an attempt to free myself.<br />\tA voice cracked through the mire of somnolent buzz, low and booming, very predatory and right near my head. I could nearly smell the bastard&#039;s wretched festering halitosis as he spoke aloud.<br />\t&quot;Took you long enough to come around, you fucking jerkwad asshole son of a whore.&quot;<br />\tI fluttered my eyelids open slower than molasses, rendering my body limp with exhaustion. While dangling, I felt a significant gap in my left socket and shuddered at the extensive void in my head.<br />\tOh hell, that probably wasn&#039;t a good sign.<br />\tMy wannabe bitch-ass captor could&#039;ve spared me with my dignity intact, but instead the stinky-breathed prick chose to remove my glass eye, maybe just for kicks. Perhaps it popped out while he was hoisting me up into bondage? I couldn&#039;t begin to imagine where it was since I couldn&#039;t see that far in the dark with only one freaking eye, such a delightful musky underbelly pit of a room he&#039;d dragged me into. Besides, I needed to focus really hard, for a misplaced ocular might be too distracting to my course of action involved in planning a daring escape. Last thing I needed to think about was how far up his ass he&#039;d crammed my fucking eyeball, that absolute reject who so totally would with full impunity. I really couldn&#039;t wait to break free.<br />\tI was about to inhale deep and clear my sinuses hard through my nostrils to gather up a decent wad of phlegm to be fired into the face of whoever felt the need to kidnap me and string me upside-down in the furry buff when I heard another voice from directly behind my swinging ringed shepcoon tail, this one smooth and velvety with feminine assertiveness. I suddenly felt an odd state of arousal kick in, ain&#039;t gonna lie, fucked up as it may have been at the time. I suppose that&#039;s a prime example of Stockholm syndrome in full swinging effect. That low lounge diva grovel became a high-pitched Cuban accent on the brink of Karen glory in record time and I flinched as a slim flexible tail curled around my muzzle, embracing me in a soft subtle hug, a brief momentary flash of warmth touched down upon my face, very nurturing and feline-distinctive. She then proceeded to pimp-slap my erection and I yelped out, more in surprise than in actual pain, though it did sting my knot a little. Her Felidae nails could only retract so far back into her clawed fingertips, after all.<br />\t&quot;Holy shit, you maniac, I can&#039;t fuckin&#039; believe it worked! Look! It worked! We got him, the jackass!! Aaah, we&#039;ll be rollin&#039; in shepcoon bounty soon &#039;nuff, I wouldn&#039;t doubt! AAAAH Oh my fuck, we nabbed him naked, babe. Full. Fucking. Frontal. Nudity. Would ya get a load o&#039;that shit, mate?!&quot; She exclaimed. A string of applause flowed through the hollowed-out chamber where I hung by a long thick hemp rope, shibari-style. The clapping ceased, met only by a sarcastic snicker planted squarely on my ear. I caught a happenstance glimpse of the female captor, bearing very unique feline curvature, a most voluptuous tone intact with slender height to compensate for her curves. She wore a white hoodie sweater with Grants Pass written on its front. Her wolf-guy companion maintained a thick leather jacket. Both of them wore black denim jeans and long rubber boots. I also noticed that they both looked miserable and sleep-deprived, frustrated as hell and yet very pleased with me, their latest capture.<br />\t&quot;Look, baby. Fuckin&#039; naked. Can you believe that shit? Where the hell was he goin&#039; naked in this shitty weather, anyways?? This motherfucker is both naked and alive! Out in this blizzard?! Y&#039;know what this fuckin&#039; means for our bank accounts?? Jeeeeesus Crimony! Yo, we gotta call Antonio, let him know we found his boooooyeeeeeeeEEEE FUCK YES!! Yo! Hear that, shepcoon? Our master Sciorrenzo is gonna be capitalizin&#039; on yo&#039; ass very soon!&quot; The wolf-guy said with grandeur joy and excitement.<br /><br />\tOf course they had to be Sciorrenzo&#039;s puppets, why was I not surprised? Simple: I wasn&#039;t.<br /><br />\t&quot;Tell me somethin&#039; I don&#039;t already know, fuck-bag-bitch.&quot; I said through clenched-shut teeth, growling aloud, pausing briefly for dramatic emphasis with each word said. A bevy of cackling hysterical guffawed laughter floated towards me in response and I begged silently for it to just stop already until it did, right in front of my face. A lingering presence pervaded my senses as I felt a rugged furry muzzle grind against my slender canine bandit-masked snout, face to face, warm breath permeating my entire forehead. I subsided my growling for now, decided to play it cool, to ride this imbecilic storm out and maintain a shred of patience for once.<br />\tBlurry as my vision was, I could make out a pair of glowing green irises that emanated a low steady emerald haze, like a corona aura surrounding the sun, though this one felt more like an invisible root structure slowly wrapping its way into my mental wiring, tickling my sinuses whilst tapping into my active synapses with aggressive predominance. A pair of light brown wolf&#039;s hand-paws, rugged and robust, raised my head up and combed finger-paws through my dreadlocks, as he were hunting for lice. He snickered as he caressed my cheeks, dragging clawed nails through my scruffy shepcoon fur-tufts, decorating my jawline with pudgy raccoon distinction. I almost felt like Mary Jane about to be kissed by freaking Spider-Man upside-down. The jacket-donning wolf-jerk chuckled, tickling my whiskers with his own, breath reeking of stale fish and malt vinegar. I wish I could&#039;ve offered him a goddam Tic-Tac right then and there, at least.<br />\t&quot;Is it true what they say about this fuck-face?&quot; Wolf-guy asked nobody in particular, most likely referring to his seductive curvy pussy-mama with Courtney Love-influenced sex-appeal.<br />\t&quot;Oh God, not this again.&quot; She scoffed out loud while smacking her forehead, back turned to me.<br />\t&quot;I mean it! For real! Does he really, like&hellip; y&#039;know, read minds and make people shoot each other with mental suggestion? He can make things float in mid-air too, right? Crazy Magneto shit like that?&quot;<br />\tI could only just chortle beneath my breath, wondering if he was taking himself seriously.<br />\t&quot;For fuck&#039;s sake! Why not try asking him, genius.&quot; She suggested with a hint of reluctance in her tone.<br />\tWhile Wolfs-a-lot fondled my face in an effort to prime my telekinesis if he wasn&#039;t careful, I hawked the biggest loog-mc-boog in all of recorded sinus-cleansing history right into the unfortunate bastard&#039;s unwitting face, laughing my ass off as I did, which was cut drastically short by a heavily callused and thick-knuckled canine fist slamming into my cheek at breakneck velocity. I felt my jaw go numb and a flurry of white sparks suddenly appeared in my right eye&#039;s vision, compensating for my lack of hearing, settling instead for a high-pitched somnolent buzzing drone. I spun and swayed like a twirling Cirque De Soleil performer suspended up high by ribbons, small pattering of fresh blood dripping down onto the cracked tile floor below or perhaps above me, I couldn&#039;t tell, I didn&#039;t even mind, for nothing made any fucking sense. He&#039;d literally punched me blind, so I was at a loss of any cognitive functionality. The world spun relentlessly and my ears rang as I wondered in broken querulous silence... just how in the absolute hell beyond all hellfire I had managed to get myself into this shitty situation to begin with.<br />\t&quot;How in the. Fuck, Max.&quot; I whispered to myself. How only two jackasses with a bounty to cash in on my head could&#039;ve gotten the best of me in such a derogatory fashion, right beneath my nose - that was an enigma that may very well haunt my dreams for years to come. I probably didn&#039;t even deserve to find out.<br />\t&quot;Now, now; one step at a goddam time, sheesh crimony. We got him, sure, but how we gonna prove to the MAN that we are, in fact, rival bounty hunters with orders called out on this son-of-a-whore? I mean, don&#039;t y&#039;all see what he just did? He resisted me effortlessly. That ain&#039;t right, he shouldn&#039;t be able to-&quot;<br />\t&quot;-Oh sod off with <em>that</em> nonsense, babe! I mean, won&#039;t they demand letters of referral from us on behalf of our employers? You <em>DO</em> have your license intact, right?&quot; I had to squint through blood to see her face as she began to appear to me more clearly than before and all at once I felt the urge to vomit, for I knew this leopardess very well, had actually courted her for a brief time in my youth, long before the scourge of corruption in the form of Vincent Sciorrenzo influenced her heart and mind into becoming a skilled assassin for hire. Her expression shifted into one of alarmed panic and I smiled with schadenfreude joy. Evidently, my captors weren&#039;t the brightest crayons in the box when it came to providing suitable credentials.<br />\t&quot;Why, naturally! Who&#039;d be bloody imbecilic enough <em>not </em>to carry their own earnings upon their person, mind ye?? I got credentials, surely I do! I&#039;m more concerned about my inability to manipulate this prick fucker, ya dig?&quot; Wolf-dude blurted aloud through an ocean of muffled auditory depths. I just snickered, biding my time, letting the moron have his say and knowing exactly how she&#039;d respond, not letting me down for even a brief moment. I refrained from erupting out loud with pure unabashed hysteria.<br />\t&quot;Exactly my point. We bagged this fuck, we&#039;ve got the proof of his worth, let&#039;s cash him in and skip town!! You and me!&quot; She shifted her gaze and looked right at me while she talked. &quot;You know, if we get paid well enough for this jerkoff and start a new life together, I promise you, dear, that I&#039;ll let you fuck me so goddamn hard every single day and night, that your dick will fall off after about a month spent with me, I guarantee it. I&#039;ll become the finest, kinkiest, raunchiest, sluttiest filthiest fucking whore of a lewd little daddy&#039;s favorite fucktoy you&#039;ve ever known in your entire life and will ever have the pleasure and privilege to fuck for now on until you die, so help me upon the Gods on high. So, let&#039;s carry through with this shitty errand, drag this fat-ass to his former mentor, give them the document and get paid for it, okay?&quot;<br />\t&quot;Bitch, my ass isn&#039;t that fat.&quot;<br />\t&quot;The hell it isn&#039;t, shepcoon.&quot;<br />\tI felt a savage hand-paw smack my ass-cheek just beneath my tail with hefty athletic strength. That would most likely leave a welting mark beneath my fur, suggesting I&#039;m lucky enough to survive this lame-ass ordeal long enough to see it. I began to think about my home, Gus, Bradley, Maile, yearning for a chance to see them just one last time before the inevitable goes down all around me. No time for tears, now I had to focus.<br />\t&quot;Fair enough!&quot; Wolf-guy exclaimed with ecstatic jubilant glee, like he&#039;d been told he just won the lottery. And for all I knew, perhaps he had. I caught a nice prominent glimpse of his ugly mug smiling with rich enveloped corrupted greed more than once already. <br />\t&quot;Come on, let&#039;s take this shepcoon dick-smother to the authorities and earn our keep!&quot;<br />\tI groaned, feeling a bit light-headed from being suspended in such a ludicrous manner for so long. Not much longer, though. I felt like the world&#039;s most uncomfortable goddam pendulum in all of Nevada or Oregon or wherever I happened to be located. I inquired kindly upon them both while keeping full composure, even while dangling upside-down and naked, bleeding from one nostril, where we were.<br />\t&quot;Hey, you shit-spewing fuck-tarded weak-at-catching-shepcoons-on-vacation moron assholes, where am I and why exactly do I feel a draft on my, um&hellip;&quot; I angled my chin towards my groin, pointing gradually at my exposed testicular sac, lined with a thatch of wiry pubic follicles. &quot;&hellip; my &#039;Y&#039;know-what&#039;?&quot;<br />\t&quot;FUCKING. QUIET!!&quot; Her murderous voice boomed out loud with atrocious high volume, followed immediately by a chain of aggregate hollow stomping that neared closer to me. I heard a metallic sheathing, like a knife being revealed, maybe a switchblade. A tiny pin-prick of sudden pain welted from my neck, above my right collarbone and I knew the loony bitch was poking me with her switchblade, even while I was suspended in the buff in what seemed like a coal miner&#039;s locker room shower stall. I figured maybe all this was over a debt owed to very prominent heavy hitters, big names in the greater Pacific Northwest region who&#039;d yield huge million-dollar cash-grabs if ever caught off-guard by assassins such as myself. Officious swine, those rich spoiled over privileged swindlers and swag magnets always made for good bounty hunting capital gain, always worth an extra few thousand a pop for good measure. I felt obliged to ask my new friends again, ever-so-kindly, with all the politeness and generosity granted unto me by my family, especially my father, God rest his soul, where we were and why they decided to go for me of all anthros. They refused to answer.<br />\t&quot;Okay, fair enough. Let&#039;s play this game my way then, if we shall. If you major grade-A cunts won&#039;t let me down from these God-awful restraints in another minute or two, I might have to force you to kill each other instead, or at least one of you. Maybe I&#039;ll have fun and force you two to fuck each other really hard and bloody in your navels first before I make you kill yourselves with your own flimsy pussy-ass switchblade. I can, you know. I have that ability. You&#039;re curious to know more about it? Don&#039;t fuck with me, and you won&#039;t see what I&#039;m talking about. You&#039;re better off not knowing what I know, believe me.&quot;<br />\tI felt bold, enlivened and more than ready to break free from my restraints and whack the living shit out of these two determined yet suicidal maniacs. My voice bellowed from the depths, croupy and low, like a dragon with a grudge.<br />\tThey just laughed, however. Cackling with a heavy mocking undertone, a gruesome duet of intangible auditory oral grating. I scoffed and watched a leopard-spotted arm swing out above my head, cutting my rope restraint that held me upright. I fell down onto a big spacious water mattress, surrounded by chopped oak and cedar logs, all heavily soiled with grime and dirt. Billowing clouds of sawdust coursed through the room in droves as I waded freely on the mattress&#039;s watery surface.<br />\t&quot;Oh really, fuck-stick?? What&#039;ll you do, anyways, conjure a bunch of ghosts to haunt us, or maybe go OOGA BOOGA and suddenly vanish from thin air??&quot; She asked me, leaning over my body while crouched down low. I felt pressure against my chest and a flash of cold steel puncture my neck, dragging a small bee-line up my throat. A warm flush of liquid oozed against my fluffy mane and I began to feel faint, realizing she was attempting to carve my neck open, kneeling down on my body to anchor me in place while she proceeded to behead me on a random water bed in an old run-down dilapidated room that looks like it hasn&#039;t seen daylight in over a decade. Not a chance. Not a chance. Not with her lame little switchblade. Fuck that noise. I refused to become her replacement pincushion. Panic kicked in and adrenaline took hold as I clenched my eyes shut and screamed bloody murder at them both, hoping not to run the risk of getting castrated or beheaded or flagellated with his big fucking hunting blade of a machete as a means of shutting me right up quickly. I didn&#039;t want to feel her blade ram into my other eye socket or worse, into my crotch. I&#039;d rather let her kill me outright than live castrated by anyone else.<br />\t&quot;Whooo, what a marvelous soundtrack that makes!!! Keep screaming, it&#039;ll turn him on as y&#039;all die viciously by my slim, slender, femme fatale fingertips. This leopard is gonna fuck you up, little BITCH! Dead or alive, we&#039;ll still fetch a pretty penny for y&#039;all! Whoo Hooo! Fuckin&#039;A, we&#039;re so goddam rich! Rich!! I can&#039;t stress it enough to keep him lookin&#039; pretty- OH God Almighty will ya stop carvin&#039; yer damn initials into his nape!! Fuck! Just a tiny bit on the elbow, if anythin&#039; at all! Get with the program, Duke Elstra-oops.&quot;<br />\t&quot;You fucking whore, Felicity, what&#039;d I say about using our real names???&quot; Duke said, causing Felicity to smack her forehead with steadfast realization. <br />\t&quot;Hell, too late now. Anyways, fuck it. He&#039;s our property, we own his ass and I&#039;m markin&#039; this muthafuck, so just try to stop me if you can, bitch!&quot; Duke cried out loud, crazed look in his eye.<br />\t&quot;WAIT! FUCK! HANG The Absolute Fuck on, wait a minute, wait a minute, are you really THE Felicity and Duke Elstrand, the famous Bonnie-N-Clyde bounty hunter duo from Riverside, Cali?? THOSE same dumbasses?&quot;<br />\tThey paused, glanced at each other and slowly nodded their heads in shameful unison. I just burst into the most potent hearty belly-laughs imaginable over how dead they really were, feeling pain from laughing so hard, wading in place on top of the water bed.<br />\t&quot;BAAAAHAHAHA You losers!!! Why&#039;d you draw my name, of all possible recipients?! Don&#039;t you two have a fucking sideshow rodeo to be hosted elsewhere right about now somewhere in Death fuckin&#039; Valley?!&quot;<br />\t&quot;Ha Ha, like we haven&#039;t heard that joke before.&quot; Felicity scoffed.<br />\t&quot;Guilty as charged, shepcoon. And right now, y&#039;all have just become our latest bounty up fer grabs. Kudos! Y&#039;all have officially made me n&#039; my dear partner over yonder millionaires. Give yerself a hand fer that, ya rudimentary lil&#039; hybrid-bitch.&quot; Duke said, nearly breathing into my ear. He licked my neck clean, tending to my wound, taunting me further with the great big hedge-clearing blade in his hand-paw, when I opened my maw wide and lashed out, taking a big fucking bite of his snout. I would&#039;ve nabbed a chunk and spat it back in his face, had he not shoved me off so quickly. <br />\tFelicity flinched in reaction and dropped her switchblade in the darkness. She yelped and knelt down fast, scrambling to recover it, rummaging through debris and crusty aged tiles, all while maintaining a steady contemptuous gaze on me. I gathered the vibe that she&#039;d probably stab me to death fairly soon, yet I didn&#039;t want to find out. Duke lunged back and shrieked in pain and shocked alarm and I used the opportunity of momentary distraction to tap into his-<br />EVERYTHING IS WHITE IN THE VOID EVERYTHING IS WHITE IN THE VOID TO WHENCE THE FORTUNATE CANINE HYBRID SPAWNED SHALL THY DELINQUENT SPECIMEN BE PLUNGED FORTH AS A PINNACLE END FOR THOU SHALL DESTROY THE PRICK AT LONG LAST THUS IN TURN CLAIM THY FULL RESPONSIBILITY EARN A VALUABLE SUM THOU EST A HEFTY CLAIM OF SEVEN THOUSAND ALIVE NARY FOUR IF DEAD FOR THE PHANTOMS MUST INHERIT THY SHARE HALF AS MUCH UNTO THOU EST SPLENDOR, SHALL MAX PERISH FROM THY FORLORN EXISTEN-<br />\t&quot;GAH!!! Ah, I knew it! There ya go! That&#039;s it, I knew it! Oh, you fucking liars!! Millionaires??! I knew you were both part-timers, fuckers! Fuckers! Fuckers, you&#039;re gonna pay for this goddam lame-brained weak-ass captive-keeping bitch-assed bullshit!!&quot; I screamed, still reeling in the ugly truth of their base motive. Duke and Felicity Elstrand weren&#039;t in it to cash me in for over a million, I was worth about the price of a used vehicle to these fuck-sticks. One could fetch a corn dog at a county fair for a cheaper price than what these bimbos were asking for my hide.<br />\tThey simply had to pay for their treason against the code, or I&#039;d die trying.<br />\tI didn&#039;t care if they sought out a hundred or a hundred thousand for my head - to go against the code of conduct we assassins and bounty hunters alike shared so blatantly and with dire impunity meant an instantaneous death warrant. They opted to make their own price against orders so as such, they had to pay. I was taught that such mutinous treason couldn&#039;t be excused all too easily. Sometimes, the best solution to a problem was to bury it in a snowstorm. Luckily for me, I appeared to be nestled in an abandoned building of some kind, right in the very midst of a blizzard and very late at night. If the howling from outside didn&#039;t prove a flurry of snowstorm, the clumps of fallen white frozen icy slush on the only windowsill just outside clearly did.<br />\tMy eye socket began to itch ever-so-slightly&hellip; and I calmed myself down, staring upright at Felicity, gazing right into her bright azure-green eyes. I wanted to savor the moment.<br />\t&quot;Your move, bitch.&quot; I whispered, feeling a tiny sting on my neck, just above my collarbone, where she&#039;d prodded her blade. The water bed started to ripple beneath my body, vibrating with more and more force as I knelt into a praying Buddhist&#039;s pose, arms still bound by hemp rope. I squinted my eyes shut firm and used gravity to unravel the excess rope easily while my knees bore into the vinyl surface of the dark green waterproof mattress on the verge of exploding. Soon, I had the rope spinning in a circular figure-eight shape above my head. I breathed in very deep and exhaled a mid-toned undulating howl, arms falling limp to my sides and tail tweaking casually, sustaining a note for what felt like an eternity as my eye socket began to rupture from within. I snapped my finger-paw and from one of Duke&#039;s leather jacket pockets, my orange eye patch darted straight for my exposed eye socket, fastening in place over the empty hollow chassis, a pall of light glowing steadily from behind cracks and fissures on the cloth patch, illuminating my face in the quagmire of darkness.<br />\tAll at once, I could not only see clearly from my left eye, but I could see THROUGH IT ALL.<br />\tI glanced up and saw my former mentor&#039;s fat Italian face curl into a deceitful satisfied cat-like smug grin as he personally handed Duke and Felicity Elstrand combined personal checks bearing his signature beside my name, last known home address (something I changed regularly) and birth date. All the information they&#039;d need to track down a shepcoon prick named Maxwell Horacio Blackburnadeaux.<br />\tI peered into a dirty grime-encrusted trailer and witnessed the young voracious working couple involved themselves in a heated yelling argument over how I should be worth way more than the offer which their boss revealed unto them, how they couldn&#039;t justify pursuing a skilled experienced hunter like me for the price they&#039;d been offered, bless their hearts for such good looking-out.<br />\tI watched as the Elstrands read up and studied figuratively on historical figures of crime and robbery, maybe to seek out a modus of influence in an attempt to solidify their presence during the grand spectacular act of hunting me down and snuffing me out.<br />\tI spied in on Duke and Felicity engaging in hard gratuitous roleplaying sex while watching the climactic ending to Bonnie and Clyde, as a means of getting off to the most intense thrill imaginable - being gunned down violently by warrant-crazed feds. Duke&#039;s fedora cap never fell off once, even while he flat-out ejaculated hard and firm into his leopardess with heated illicit passion, losing his wolf-knot inside her with ease.<br />\tI caught sight of the Elstrands sneaking in on my current location, even as I stripped down to enjoy a relaxing dip in a nearby hot-spring before retiring to my erected tent fairly early for sustained rest and relaxation. They had collapsed my tent and extinguished my small rock-quarried pit fire, seemingly with purpose. They charged at me with blades drawn in hand, beanie masks pulled over their slim dynamic animalistic-shaped heads, prepossessing such harrowing brutish intent.<br />\tI simply didn&#039;t know of their dire intentions until it was far too late. By the time I recognized a flaw in the air, Duke had clocked me in the temple with the hilt-end of his big-ass cartel machete.<br />\tI saw these things and more, even as I felt my body begin to levitate slightly, effortless with limited gravity. The world became fleeting all around me as I breathed in full harmonious tandem with my own heartbeat, which caused a thick throbbing to form in my neck. I gave into the undertow of my ability and experienced a very loud snap in the center of my head. That was my ticket of admission.<br />\t&quot;NO!! Stop him, right now! Quick, hurry!&quot; She screamed, but to no avail, for I had already locked into Duke&#039;s subconscious. To tap into the mind of another is but a mere luxury, a sustained perk led on by my abilities. It always seemed far easier for me to ride strong on weaker minds such as those belonging to the Elstrands. Not as much intellect to wade through. I raised my arms and controlled Duke&#039;s wolf limbs like a marionette puppet, floppy and devoid of any life. He attempted to break free but I wouldn&#039;t allow it, for fear of losing my life violently by his hand-paws. I had to hurry or else Felicity would impale me in the jugular with her wimpy little prick of a switchblade, maybe even give me a shiny new enema. My eye socket flashed a vibrant bellowing burst of pure unrestrained crimson red and I growled out loud as I forced Duke to charge Felicity.<br />\t&quot;Duke, honey! Stop! He&#039;s making you do-No, NOOOOOOO-&quot;<br />\tThe silver glinting surface of Duke&#039;s machete sunk fast and directly into Felicity&#039;s forehead with a dry hollow <em>whump!</em>, reminiscent of a stick whacking a pillow. A second hit emanated a loud wood-splitting crack that echoed through the small room. A torrent of blood splattered Duke&#039;s muzzle with the third strike, becoming more pronounced with each consecutive lashing blow. I tilted my neck and jerked my head while maintaining a firm steady subconscious grip on Duke&#039;s body, forcing him to dismember his horrified leopard bounty hunting partner in crime before his very eyes. He sobbed mercilessly and I refused to quit or subside, raising my arm and swinging it down in a repetitive hack-N-slash motion. Small rivulets of red and orange mist flowed from my left socket like a cursed fog machine running on overdrive as tiny embers caught flame and burnt a hole through my eye patch, dumping ashen crumbles down upon the water bed&#039;s trembling surface in a small piled clump. I felt like I was perched on a rubber tea kettle whistling aloud, riding steady on a million bursting bubbles. All the water from within grew far too hot for comfort and began to burst free from loosened seams on the thin vinyl mattress, leaking a huge puddle upon dirty tiled floorboards.<br />\t&quot;How do ya like me now, pal?? That proof enough for ya?! At least ONE of us ain&#039;t lying!&quot; I screamed, feeling my heart racing like gangbusters, making my neck pulse slightly. <br />\t&quot;Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, for the love of God, I don&#039;t want this, you fucking criminal, please goddam stop this!&quot; Duke&#039;s eternal mantra of anxiety spun out of control in an endless loop as I continued to mentally insist he murder his stupid leopard partner and my former jilted ex-lover by his hand and my mental recommendation combined. She was a gorgeous leopard woman, if not foolish in her greed and arrogance. It only felt right that she got what she had coming to her not by my hand, but by the hand of the wolf-man whom she trusted with her life when she had decided to brush me aside for good.<br />\tAh, how such irony unfolds in my daily routine!<br />\tBy the time I was fully satisfied, one couldn&#039;t quite recognize Felicity Elstrand without perhaps a mug-shot comparison, or dental records on hand. I&#039;d forced Duke to liquidate her face, practically. Poor leopard girl never stood a chance. And neither will Duke, for that matter.<br />\t&quot;You had your chance and you blew it, now you gotta suffer. Sorry, dude!&quot; I said to Duke as I allowed my mind to taper free from his subconscious cockpit, losing my mental connection. My legs turned gelatinous and I felt a wicked flushing sensation course through my body, tingling my limbs with entropy and forcing my groin to flex. I cringed my head in reaction to that crazy unsettling sensation as I slowly came back to a stagnant, steady reality, my own mind in my own body. All was as it should be. I inhaled and gasped with a breath of frost-tinged air, still nude, nostrils chapped with dried blood.<br />\t&quot;Besides, it&#039;s not as if you didn&#039;t care for her. I mean, you only cheated on your woman with what, like six other feisty thirsty horny sluts in heat? Including a hippopotamus? You fucking adventurous wild child, you.&quot; I said with a low, conniving snicker. Sometimes I see a lot more than what I bargained for in a person&#039;s mental trajectory. Private places they&#039;ve wandered carefully into, innocent people they&#039;ve molested, illegal drugs they&#039;ve taken and nearly died from overdosing on - very private matters. In the case of Duke Elstrand, I saw a live active harem leader running a grand spectacle with about half a dozen skimpy yearning scantily-clad anthro girls throwing themselves upon him in droves. The catch? Not a single one of them appeared to be a day over twelve.<br />\t&quot;You&#039;ve been a baaaaad boy behind your dead partner&#039;s back, y&#039;know. That&#039;s why she&#039;s dead now. Repentance for your adultery. You&#039;ve basically bought your life back from me indirectly by taking hers. Congratulations, bud! You can live to see another day, knowing you survived my sustained onslaught. Can&#039;t say the same for Felicity, unfortunately.&quot; I said to Duke, hunched on the floor, resting steady upon his knees and palms in front of me. His nose dripped with blood from the injury I gnawed into his snout. He rocked back and forth in torment, visibly distraught over having just brutally murdered Felicity. I may have weakened him asunder but I didn&#039;t completely break him, not like I&#039;d thought, for Duke Elstrand still had a righteous driving force intact.<br />\tWhen I stood upright at last, Duke lunged at me with Felicity&#039;s switchblade in his hand-pawed grip and without missing a single beat, rammed all five inches of the blade&#039;s steel into my belly, right to the hilt. The sensation was awful and pervasive, like having one&#039;s sepsis pierced by a screwdriver. To make it even worse, he fumbled the handle and caused the sunken blade to twist and twirl within my gut, further carving his way into my shepcoon body like a master sculptor chiseling away at his prized masterpiece. That probing violated sensation fucking SUCKED and I screamed bloody murder as my eye socket imploded like a mini-nuke, forcing the dilapidated tiny room&#039;s one single window to blow outward, raining a burst of glass shards down upon a thick sheet of snow beneath a dark evening sky teeming with overcast conditions. A few floorboards had been knocked loose, exposing a weed-strewn patch of grassy knoll beneath. One of the flowers growing on that weed struck an immediate chord with me. I knew of only one area where wildflowers like that grew uncontrolled and flourishing.<br />\tHarper Mills Lumber Yard. My old stomping grounds, at least long before I blew it all to hell.<br />\tSo the Elstrands decided to drag me to Harper Mills in the midst of a big-ass blizzard to conduct their bounty-hunting tomfoolery on me, eh? Yup, that figures. I fought Duke off from my immediate proximity just far enough to head-butt his forehead and daze the wolf briefly, which was more than enough time I needed. As he attempted to recover from my cranial blow, I gathered as much strength and courage as I could muster and pried that fucking switchblade free from my belly. The glinting steel had lodged itself into my gut with abundant force so I had to tug extra-hard to loosen it even slightly, for it&#039;d been snagged onto something else, lodge deep within. Every small nuance of touch I gave the hilt produced a myriad of pain that pillaged and plundered my entire body, even forcing my tail-hole to pucker in reaction to the absolute sweltering anguish, hopefully not from a punctured nerve or a slashed artery. There was no way in hell something so flimsy and petite could cause so much damage.<br />\tWhen I removed Felicity&#039;s weapon of choice from the crease between my abs, I threw the blade towards a nearby wooden post, causing it to stick firm and tremble in place. I was so unbelievably irritated and fed up that I was quite literally ready to eat Duke alive or die trying. When I approached him to end the whole ignorant issue for good, he was already deceased, no thanks to his own cowardly decision to carve his own machete very deep into his jugular. I growled with frustration, scoffed and spat on Duke&#039;s miserable prick of a corpse then shivered heavily from the cold outside. I&#039;d catch pneumonia if I stood around naked for much longer, so I finally opted to get dressed, thanking both the Elstrands for their dutiful contributions. I was worried about excess gore staining Felicity&#039;s hoodie and bloodying up my dreads but somehow her jacket remained untouched by any traces of her mutilation aftermath. Thank goodness because I would eventually be the one to blood-stain the shit out of her Grants Pass hoodie, which I wore beneath Duke&#039;s jacket and jeans for provided comforting layers, a little excess warmth. <br />\tA soft metallic hushed tone called out from nearby, carrying substantial weight through the crisp winter air. I recognized the clicking sound immediately as an AR-15 being drawn and primed to fire. I covered the Elstrand&#039;s corpses with clumps of sawdust as best as I could in a hurry and fished a very trustworthy .357 magnum free from Felicity&#039;s rear pocket. She had been carrying the entire time, just in case I tried anything funny or dangerous, I suppose. Clearly that worked very well in her favor. I opened the gun up and verified a fully-loaded hand-cannon, all six bullet chambers filled to capacity with hollow-tipped splendor. I slid the chamber back into place slowly and carefully, cocked the hammer upright and twirled the gun in my grip, getting a feel for its weight. I stopped myself abruptly and caught a brief peek out the shattered window, witnessing a snow-bound nirvana. The storm was relentless, offering very little visibility. Thick clustered flakes piled down in spiraling wisps, sticking to literally any feasible surface. Pea-soup-thickened clouds of mist pervaded my vision significantly. The only light sources I had at my disposal were a few brightly-lit sodium arc lamps attached to electric power poles, which made it next to impossible to see anything further than a few yards away through all the snowfall. <br />\tI treated it like a fun little challenge because hey, why not?<br />\t&quot;Easy does it.&quot; I whispered to myself as I eased my shepcoon body through the shattered window, taking great care not to misstep and carve a hole into one of my foot-paws, even with rubber snow boots on. I couldn&#039;t afford to take any chances whatsoever. I almost brushed my nose against a thin razor-sharp shard of glass upon exiting the squat cabin, nestled alongside the main concourse of the primary saw mill. <br />\tThe finest of Harper Mills did an equally fine job at cleaning my previous mess up. Not a misplaced limb in sight anywhere, save for thick clumps of snow. A nearby cord of wood sat in a stack, leaned up steady against a wooden barricade, layered with fresh snowdrifts. I pressed against the makeshift wall of oak wood, applying pressure to the stab wound on my chest, staining my leopard ex&#039;s hoodie jacket with my own blood, so frustrating. I promised myself to get laid immediately after I get free and clear of this absolute pickle of a flawed bounty robbery. I sat steady and almost immediately heard crunching footfalls approach towards my position from behind the sawmill building. I guess I wasn&#039;t hearing things after all. I glanced through a tiny dark crack between stacked logs and saw a canine anthro, wolf or dingo, dressed in winter layers slowly stepping against a fierce breeze. He kept a steady watch of his surroundings, even while being pelted with snow. He brandished a large AR-15 assault rifle in hand-paw, held at the ready. Black thermal leggings and a thick green fleece-lined jacket occupied his body beneath jeans and coat, layers upon layers. <br />\t&quot;Where&#039;d he fuckin&#039; come from??!&quot; I asked myself, almost too loud for comfort. Nearby, a lonesome water wheel spun and creaked, wood clacking against a jutting metal rod, acting as a speed-trap. The wheel&#039;s clicking groan-incurred spinning acted as a beacon for electric power, spinning while keeping sodium-arc lamps aglow. In their bright glare, I saw the clear-azure blue eyes of a lone approaching wolf assassin, even as he approached from a distance. Oh, those huge thick-browed eyes stood out vividly among his other refined features, like his eloquent hair.<br />\tIn another lifetime, I probably would&#039;ve tried to hit on him, maybe woo him home for a night of fun and folly with a shepcoon grunge-rocker. In reality, he was about to eat all six bullets from my newly-purloined weapon. That is, if he didn&#039;t pepper me with multiple AR-15 rounds first. This was the complication bestowed upon me as a servant of forced old western justice. I could never find a suitable partner, for their names kept coming up in my hit-lists. <br />\tSilence blanketed the night, laying a canopy across the valley, pilfered with fresh snowfall. Layers upon ice-sheeted layers built and packed in droves as snowflake tendrils twirled and danced in meticulous patterns all around me, some lilting down upon my snout, melting into tiny droplets of water that leaked down my muzzle, dripping off my chin. Their descent seemed surreal, translucent, almost mystical, for not a sound could be heard beside my breathing and the approaching sentry&#039;s footfalls, crunching into ankle-high snow drifts, forging his own trail in an attempt to check in on Harper Mills, maybe to investigate the unsavory disturbance heard earlier from within. The wheel continued to spin with the flow of a nearby creek bed, unaffected by any snowy weather. I could just make out the shadow of his reflection in a nearby brook. He was close.<br />\tI held my breath with my shiny new revolver in hand-paw and listened very, very carefully.<br /><br /><br />END<br /></span>",
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