Joys of and for the sanguine.

The following story contains public nudity, gay sex, genital removal and death via dismemberment. As part of the ever-delightful's Charn's carnival of horrors, one should know that it delves into its themes with little hesitation and no remorse.

If that's not a problem for you, feel free to take a seat in the audience for the greatest show of all. For those who are curious, the word sanguine refers to the state of being both blissfully happy and being bloody, most suitable for the occasion. With that said...

“Come one, come all, ladies and gentlemen, fillies and fiends! Watch the most wondrous performance you'll ever see!” The delicately manicured reptile, a gaudy chameleon draped in colours as rough on the eyes, calls out to the passing crowd. He's on a moderately sized stage, a circus number with a red surface with yellow stars scattered around it, with an assortment of odd instruments arrayed around him.

Whilst his piercing, high-toned French-accented voice rakes through the passers-by, you can't help but notice what's on the floor beside him in his central location on the stage. Kneeling there, limbs bound and nude save for a pair of black and red socks, is a huge specimen of black, panther goodness.

He's looking out at the crowd, his muzzle unbound and seemingly held shut by the desire to do so alone, with an expression that looks like a cocktail of lust and pride that practically beams from his golden feline eyes.

It's hard to tell how tall he is, as he's hunched over somewhat in his bonds, but even a conservative estimate would place him at six-foot-ten, though seven feet or more wouldn't be all too surprising a height for the panther. These ruminations on the feline are spoilt by the piercing trill of the lizard beside him,

“I'd like to present to you lovely people in the audience,” and to your surprise you find there's a decent crowd forming, and that in the powerful gaze of the captive cat that you've become one of them, “Chester! Hailing from the dungeons of a crazed inventor this felonous felid is mine for the taking and yours for the viewing. Be amazed as I show you that even the mighty fall easily in the right hands... or claws!”

With a hiss at the end of the word 'claws', the chameleon leans down beside Chester and presses his clawtips to the cat's well scultped pectoral muscles. With nary a word, the reptile then tears the claw tips down the length of his captive's chest and stomach, vivid red tears showing through the fur.

A gasp from the audience, but none from the panther, who just sets his jaw firmly in response to what must surely be a painful situation. Blood drips frrom the wounds and on to Chester's erect shaft, a barbed monster of a rod that throbs in attention and seemingly as a result of it.

“You will see that our ebony friend here has little to say, but even less to complain about, bred to withstand pain and with no regard for his life. Courtesy of his creator, he finds himself compelled to be a splendid snuff victim for you all!”

Motioning for the cat to stand, the lizard takes a bow, waiting until the still-bound captive is fully raised from the floor to motion for applause. It's given and with interest too, and you find yourself clapping as loudly as the others beside you, there's potential in a victim this stoic.

“Now Chester, my good friend, for these lovely people... Why the socks?”

“The master simply asks me to wear them, I owe all that I am to him, so I shall wear them for as long as able,” now that he's standing, your previous estimates of his height seem to have been exceeded. He's even more masculine in stature than you through, broad muscles, firm biceps and pointed cheek and chin fur that evokes a somewhat demonic mental image,

“Besides, they don't look all too bad,” Not able to pose in them, his ankles bound together, Chester simply stands on his toes, the points and heels black whilst the rest is a vivid red. A few chuckles and a few more impressed 'ooooohs' eminate from the onlookers.

“Good good, well, such dedication to one's master is impressive to say the least, is there anything else you'll do til the bitter end for him?”

As the black cat goes on to describe his willingness to do everything but take it up the tailhole, a very specific rule of his creator, you notice something odd. The chameleon, despite his showy presence on stage, barely moves, and when he does, he's very delicate in his movements.

It's almost as if he's walking around something, but nothing that can be seen, something very dangerous judging by the caution he's taking. You notice that there are strange and very neat tears in the reptile's clothes, like cuts from a very fine knife.

Whilst lost in thought, you miss the banter about just what the 'everything' that Chester's willing to do entails. Which means you almost miss the fun begin.

With the same gentle movements he's been using to move around, the lizard kneels before the panther, nosing at the feline's erection. His reptilian tongue flicks at the hard, hot and blood-soaked rod, which tests your ability to measure lengths and leads to a mild estimate of ten inches, before he engulfs the length of it in his maw.

Oddly enough, Chester stays just as stoic in the throws of pleasure, sure he's smiling a wry, half-sided smile, but there's no panting or moaning. The odd spectacle of the tacky lizard bobbing his head back and forth is quite the exciting one to watch, and thank goodness for public decency relaxations as members of the audience start to work their shafts or pussies in response to the sight.

Streams of precum and blood from the panther's chest wounds pool on the stage as the strange scene continues, and you notice that as the lizard's pace speeds up he's massaging Chester's balls. The half-lidded smile still fills the cat's face, but the twitches of his whiskers and flexing of his muscles is a good sign that it's working.

Only those close to the stage or with amazing senses of hearing and smell could know that he's on the verge of orgasm, and with only the slightest of tremors from the cat, the lizard gags a little and struggles to fight a gout of cum that escapes mainly from his nostrils.

Not wanting to be upstaged, the gaudy fellow slurps the whole shaft and sheath into his maw, and with the help of his claws crams the panther's balls in too. Not seeming bothered by this, the cat just yawns and waits for what most have already assumed will happen.

With one neat and clean bite, Chester's entire package has been bitten off leaving a bright red wound with only a few ragged bits of flesh and vessels to indicate what had been there. The now blood and cum soaked host stands up, turns to face the audience, and with some deft manipulation of his tongue turns the bits in his mouth around so the tip of the feline cock is poking out.

Wild applause and abandon ensues from the audience, you join in, both in praise of the cat's restraint in both the pleasure and pain, as well as the reptile's smooth nullification. The chameleon lets the package fall from his maw and into his claws, so that he can raise it high for the audience,

“A feast for the eyes as much as it is for the tongue eh? This lovely bit of meat will go to my lovely sponsor and this event's lovely host,” at which point a hulking figure by the side of the stage, a tiger trying not to draw too much attention to himself, licks his lips and waves in response to the gaze now trained on him,

“Whilst your humble presenter would like to keep on toying with this fellow, I believe it best for he himself to be his undoing, whatever may come off the stage during his... performance... will be fair game for those of you out there...”

The lizard pauses, tongue flicking as he thinks,

“Except for the head. Take that and I'll cut you into confetti! Now,” he unlocks the bonds around Chester's ankles and wrists, “Watch, and be amazed!”

With another bout of applause, you note the chameleon's odd movements again, as he clutches the cock and balls in his claws close to him and takes an odd route to get off the stage. This time you can see why though, there are tiny gleaming slivers of light... ultra thin wires!... strung up around the platform they're on.

“Mmm, well that was fun. I hope you liked watching my cock go, I thought his technique was a bit sloppy by master's standards, but oh well,” another sly grin from a slightly blood-deprived but otherwise hearty panther, “You've probably noticed the little trick to this stage by now,”

Most in the audience, turning to whisper to each other quizically, haven't yet, and you feel a little glow of pride at the realisation. The ebony feline's more than willing to demonstrate though, he moves a few inches to the right and licks at the air, at least it seems like the air until you see the tip of his tongue fall to the stage with a wet splat.

The wires are so thin and strong that they're like the ones used to cut boiled eggs or cheese, passing through flesh with such ease that it doesn't seem possible. With stunned awe and then claps from the viewers, the cat bows, one of his ears clipping a wire and falling to the floor.
“Never could hear too well out of than one anyway!” He says to a few laughs, before picking up the ear and throwing it off the edge of the stage, to be caught by an odd little tabby cat in the front row who seems to be a collector of them.

With a nod and a grunt, Chester starts to caper about, doing various muscle poses and gymnastic tricks, seemingly ignorant of the pain from his gaping groin and the blood loss from his wounds. It's not long before, following a rather impressive cartwheel and flourish, the cat's lost his left paw at the wrist.

With a joke about being lucky he's not left handed, he kicks the still twitching paw to a particularly perverted stallion who uses it as a masturbation aid. After another elaborate one-pawed handstand the cat seems to intentionally strike a wire on the way back up, making him symmetrical once more as his right paw is sliced cleanly off.

“With a cock that long you'll need them both!” He kicks the other one to the stallion, who willingly accepts the paw and adds it to the other, running both up and down his flared length. His movement's are a little clumsier now, aside from the fact he's got bloody stumps where his paws were, it's obvious he can't keep up the same pace he has with several pints of blood now having left him.

“Feeling a bit lightheaded folks, but I'll see how much longer I can keep this up!” With that he stands on one footpaw, raising the other higher and higher, until the wet -snikt!- sound of a wire passing through flesh is heard. His lower leg's removed entirely, just above the sock, and before he can lose momentum he spins himself up in the air so that the other comes off just as neatly.

Both are left standing on the stage, through luck or planning it's not known, and with a howled 'See how lightheaded I am now!?' a final wet sound is heard as the cat's head is sheared from his body. His torso lands, neck facing the crowd, with a heavy thud whilst his head bowls over his legs and carries all the parts off the stage and amongst those watching.

A hot spray of ichor and blood issues forth from the feline's sundered torso, spraying those in the first few rows including yourself, and while a few beside you snatch at the flailing footpaws you make a grab for Chester's head.

He's still smiling and blinking, albeit in a daze speaking of shock and oxygen deprivation, and your curiosity, only having watched decapitations from afar, overwhelms you. Turning the severed head about in your paws, poking at the passages for both air and food whilst they twitch their last, you hear that annoying accent again.

“Hey! HEY! What did I say about that head you bastard!” The chameleon runs back on stage, fuming, and far less careful than he was earlier. His eyes widen and he tries to stop himself as common sense kicks in, but....

Lots of those wet sounds now. By the time he reaches you, he's practically in cubes, his groin and tail falling in front of you.

Ah, you think, as fiendish thoughts about what to do with a lizard's pelvis and a panther's severed head fill your mind, THIS is why sanguine has those two meanings.

You feel bloody (and) wonderful.