A sleazy bar at night, smoke filling the air, shouting from almost every patron as they see the carnage going on in the makeshift ring that stands in the center of the building. A twitching corpse of a young minx urinates itself on the floor as the current champion raises her slender yet strong arms. Shelia grins out fiercely as the crowd cheers, her thin black fur covered in sweat, pointed teeth exposed in a savage grin. She was totally naked and exposed, covered in bruises and cuts. Absolutely nothing could stop the high she feels, from winning and killing her own friends. She cries out, “WHO’S FUCKING NEXT?!?”

All of a sudden a wild punch hits Shelia right behind the ear, sending her reeling to the ground. As she’s on the ground, she hears the metallic *CLICK* of a semiautomatic, and then the crisp sounds of bullets whizzing through the air. A powerful high voice, “DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW!” Shelia covers her ears as she hears the shots and a stampede of people running out the doors. When she finally looks up, she sees the bar is totally empty. No one died, but bullet holes scatter the walls. The same voice rings out from above her, chipper and happy. “Damn, I forgot to bring extra magazines. I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.” 

Shelia is suddenly lifted by the throat, facing a smiling cream colored fox, seeming to be quite young. Shelia may have been nude, but somehow this new arrival was dressed even sluttier than her. She wore no shoes, a thin pair of camo shorts hiding a quite interesting bulge, and most shockingly, two “X” shapes on her flat chest, right on top of the nipples, made of electrical tape.  The fox girl smiles and punches Shelia right in the gut, throwing her against the wall as she pummels her. 

“I don’t think I’ve met you before. I’m Kit. I’m afraid you’re guilty of participating in illegal fighting and disturbing the peace. I sentence you to instant execution!” Kit lifts Shelia up and slams her head against a nearby table. Shelia gags out as she feels her upper lip burst, flooding her mouth with blood. She’s already gotten punch drunk, and her thoughts are hidden behind a hazy cloud of confusion. She can’t believe that within seconds of her glorious victory she was being beaten by some weakling fox. Shelia looked in horror as she noticed Kit’s tent in her pants was damp at the front.

Kit grinned out, baring teeth as she looked at her victim. Bruised stomach, mangled hair, busted teeth and lips. Kit jumps up on the table and grabs Shelia’s neck with her feet, sitting down on her shoulders. Shelia could feel Kit’s erection poke the back of her head and she blushed furiously. Even she couldn’t hide her slightly dripping cunt, pure adrenaline and a minor concussion making her aroused against her will. Kit noticed this as well, and decided now would be the perfect time to finish her off.

“Sorry bitch, at least your body is going to a good cause. ME!” With a heavy twist of her legs, Shelia’s head sickeningly twists around as her spinal discs slip out of place and fracture. Eventually, her head stopped at a perfect 90 degree angle, eyes widened with mouth agape, almost in shock. Kit lets the body drop to the floor, and smiles as she lands face down, ass up. She begins to advance and kneels down in front of the corpse of her defeated foe, already stroking her cock to harden it, and about to thrust in.

Moaning out to the empty bar, slides into Shelia’s perfect, tight pussy, her balls slapping against the corpse’s ass. The body was still tight and the pressure she felt was exhilarating. Kit always was the sort that would savor her kills no matter where or when. She lets out a girly moan and laugh as she builds up her rhythm, wrapping and arm around the waist of her victim just so she can kiss Shelia’s dead and slack face. She whispers with urgency, “You were such a dirty bitch...I’m surprised you’re this tight for a corpse too...good thing I brought a body bag wi-!”

Kit suddenly stopped dead in her movements and voice. She looked down slowly, trembling with fear as she realizes that she ignored the fact a bar patron was hiding under one of the tables this whole time. Kit feels her latex feeling hands on the side of her cheek, ever so aware of the garrote wire this stranger held in her hands. Kit slowly looks behind her, and immediately feels absolute dread.

“Really Kit? You couldn’t do a simple look around before you went right into fucking? What an embarrassment.” Kit closed her eyes and sighed in defeat at the sound of the voice. She knew exactly how this was, and knew she didn’t have a chance. 

She was Claire, the vicious Orca assassin, She stood beautifully, wearing a simple red dress that matched perfectly with her black and white skin markings, muscles showing through the fabric, as well as two tit piercings. She had been waiting the whole time, knowing Kit wouldn’t be able to resist raiding such place. Now, she was in her clutches, with no weapons and too exhausted to fight back in any capacity. Kit was always one to crumble down when it came to being at the receiving end, always able to dish it out but never take it.

Tears immediately well in her eyes, her voice cracking. “C-Claire, we’ve gone way back...surely you remember....” As quick as flash, Claire silently and effortlessly pulls out a long braided cable, wrapping it around Kit’s scrawny throat and twisting it. The wire suddenly tightens, and Kit gags out with her eyes bulging out of their sockets. Her hands frantically scramble at her own throat, but she’s unable to get her fingers underneath the carbon fiber. Claire kisses the back of Kit’s neck and whispers, “It really isn’t personal. Besides, you got a nice toy in front of you right now...” Claire nibbles on the fox’s ear, drawing blood using her triangular sharpened teeth. Suddenly growling roughly, mouth filled with blood, “...And I’d use it while I can, slut.”

Kit’s blushes furiously as she realizes she’s throbbing harder than before, and even whole terrified out of her mind, she realizes that she’s already planted her hands on Shelia’s hips and was slamming into her pussy like she intending too. The garrote continued to twist and strangle Kit, who was at this point coughing and squirting tears from her eyes in absolute agony. The pleasure of necrophilia was not even close enough to counteract the pain of her throat being crushed.

Claire grimaced and forced her foot onto Kait’s back, pushing her forward while still pulling the wire tightly backwards. Kait gagged out, tongue stuck out and dripping saliva dripping onto Shelia’s back. Kit’s thrusts have gone sporadic and wild, several seconds of furious fucking followed by her gagging and slapping at her own throat, already too weak to make a proper fist. Her face is a light purple, and the skin has opened up in places where the garrote pulls hard. Blood beads up and runs down from these places covering her neck and the top of her small breasts.

After a few more intense minutes, Kit let’s out a scream muffled by her shut windpipe as her cock stiffens and trembles deep inside Shelia’s lukewarm pussy. She can feel her balls empty inside the corpse, a long drawn out orgasm that seems to drain her energy and life. Kit collapses and falls over on Shelia’s back, eyes wide and devoid of light and completely limp. Her feet spasm and twitch on the ground as urine leaks out between the two corpse’s genitals as well as cum from Kit’s final fuck. 

Claire smiles in satisfaction, taking a pic on her phone as she lets go of the wire, keeping it wound tightly around Kit’s throat. “At least you went out with a bang honey. I think I hear sirens now, maybe those fellow officers can see how slutty you died. Tata!~” The Orca wiggles her fingers in a girly handwave, and kicks the backdoor open effortlessly. She grins to herself as she hears the shouts of police entering the bar, the shocked gasps and the immediate chatter as they discovered the two corpses left in her wake. By the time they noticed the back door was open, Claire was long gone.