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Keep it up and I'll give you all the milk you want.\"\n \"Mmmm, mmmm, taste sticky!\" squeaked one voice.\n \"The stickier it is, the better it tastes, just keep sucking baby.\"\n \"Ahm nah a baby, ahm four!\"\n \"Nnnnnngh, damn and you're already the best cocksucker I know, wish I'd fucked your little mouth in the crib.\"\n \"Whus fuuuukked?\" asked another young voice.\n \"Lemme show ya.\"\nStanding between his legs were two naked bear cubs, soft-furred brown brothers with large heads and twinkling eyes as they sucked over the throbbing prick. He grabbed one head and gently pumped into the boy's mouth, feeling the tight toddler throat and watching him choke slightly before pulling out and thrusting back in. His brother worked down the shaft and slobbered over the balls, lapping up the thickening pre and savouring that sweet salty scent of a hungry teen.\n \"Thaaassit...fuck...ohhh fuck, gonna nut soon, a-aaaah!\"\n \"Mmmbluh, ah dun like nuts,\" said the boy sucking him off, \"ah likes chocolate!\"\n \"Ah like peanuts!\" said his brother down below. \"Crunch 'em good in mah teefs, mmmm!\"\n \"Heh, don't worry,\" Laurence stroked their heads, \"this isn't like, normal nut milk, it's like a-MMMPH, big man milk.\"\n \"You get milk from nuts?!\" gasped one boy. \"I thought you get 'em from goats!\"\n \"You get it from guys too, you want my guy milk in your little tummy?\"\n \"YEAH, is salty-good!\"\nThe two became ravenous and slurped around the head, their tight little mouths and teeny tongues digging into all his most sensitive spots. The tiger gripped their heads with a shiver of rising lust, his bubbling pre turned thicker on their tongue as the children became ravenous. His balls clenched, and the toddlers watched his glans thicken before a tremendous shot of cum painted both their faces, and splattered in their open mouths.\n \"Haaaaaah! F-fuck, fuck yeah take all my jizz you little-mmmmph!\"\n \"M-MMMH, aaaah!\" One boy dragged his tongue across the head. \"Mmmmm, soopah salty!\"\n \"Ah wannit too!\" his brother sucked the last drops. \"Mmmhhhh, taste funneh!\"\n \"You'll get used to it,\" Laurence sighed, \"shit, that felt good, Ernie was right about tight holes.\"\n \"Who's dat?\"\n \"My buddy, he's the coolest grown-up ever, he's coming up on the vid, c'mon and sit.\"\nThey sat up with him as he stroked their little cocks, giving them shudders of joy from their tiny stiff members whilst they groped all over his throbbing staff. The film had taken a while to start as Past-Laurence wandered around, showing the banners for PupCon that took place in a hotel lobby. At his feet were two feral dogs, a chocolate-brown labrador and a dalmatian who in the present was curled up on the rug nearby, dozing off in the warm summer night.\n [i]\"Okayyyy so,\"[/i] Laurence in the vid looked around, [i]\"not sure how I'm gonna like, ask someone for a hookup, I dunno if there's like a thing you do or not? Sauce and Cookie are having fun though, arentcha boys?!\"[/i]\nThe camera looked down to them as they looked up eager to their master, their wagging tongues and sparkling eyes full of excitement for all the strange new smells of other ferals and owners. Eventually an adult anthro donkey came into view with pale-grey hair and shaggy cropped hair that covered his eyes, while dressed in jeans and a white shirt with the Menhir Field Nature Reserve logo.\n [i]\"Hey there,\"[/i] the grownup waved, [i]\"you got some real cute pups, bet they'd make a nice cookie sandwich.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Hah, thanks!\"[/i] Laurence waved back. [i]\"Actually one of 'em's called Cookie, this guy here.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Awwww that's a good name,\"[/i] he bent down to rub the dalmatian's face and smooch both of them, [i]\"you here alone?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Oh yeah, my mom's cool letting me come here, she's kinda vanilla about that sorta thing but said I was old enough to do it.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Nice nice, you looking for fun?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Yeah!\"[/i] the tiger shook his camera eagerly. [i]\"I-i done stuff with my dogs before but not with someone else.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Alright, come with me,\"[/i] the donkey beckoned them through the crowd, [i]\"what's your name, kid?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Laurence,\"[/i] the film followed after, [i]\"what's yours?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Ernie, but I prefer Ernesto, makes me sound more cool, you know?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Heh, yeah I get that, you work at the nature reserve?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Mmmhmmm, you ever been?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Nah, but it sounds cool, you get to do stuff with the animals?\"[/i]\n [i]\"All the time, cutie. You ever fucked a bird?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Nnnnnno?\"[/i]\n [i]\"They can't get enough of my scent,\"[/i] the donkey swished his tail as the dogs snfifed his rear, [i]\"come flocking to me every time to get a taste of my dick.\"[/i]\n \"Whussa dick?\" asked one of the bear cubs watching on.\n \"The thing you're stroking,\" said Laurence in the present, \"that's what grown-ups call it.\"\n \"Ah likes yer dick,\" giggled the brother, \"taste funny.\"\n \"You can suck it more if you want,\" he stroked the boy's head, \"go on, nurse on it like you did your mommy's tits.\"\n \"Okays!\" The child slurped round the head and sucked him with a curious tongue.\n \"Does Cookie have a dick too?\" the first cub pointed to the dog.\n \"All boys got a dick,\" Laurence winked at him, \"I'm stroking both of yours, aren't I?\"\n \"Can I pway wif Cookie's dick?\"\n \"After the film, you gotta know what we're doing first and he's gotta get ready to meet your kitty.\"\nThey kept watching the TV as the camera moved towards a pleasant hotel room of dark red walls and a smooth satin bed lit up by cozy lamps. In one corner was a large swing with a body-sized strap and a toolkit beside it, as Laurence and Ernie sat up on the bed with both dogs, and the tiger put down his camera to get a full view for recording.\nThe donkey disrobed himself and slipped down his pants to show a fat semi-hard dick, a pulsing black length that rose up before his new friends whilst he pulled off the teen's shirt. He went straight for the boy's furry nipples and sucked them sweetly, causing Laurence to moan and arch his back slightly whilst his dogs sniffed over Ernie's crotch. Entranced by his scents, they lapped their tongues over his cock and balls that plapped with each slurp, as the donkey molested their owner with roaming hands.\n \"Ooooh,\" the first bear cub looked on, \"dat's whut we did!\"\n \"Sure did,\" Laurence kept stroking him, \"you two make great cocksuckers.\"\n \"A-ah wanna suck more cock!\" he pushed his sibling off the meat.\n \"MMRLKH, heeeey!\"\n \"Hey-ey, don't fight,\" he gripped their shoulders, \"there's plenty of my dick for you both, but you need to watch this part, it's getting hot.\"\n [i]\"Damn you're a cute thing,\"[/i] Ernesto murmured in the film, [i]\"you want my cock in your sweet little boys?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Mmmmph yeah,\"[/i] said Past-Laurence, [i]\"fuck 'em good, they love taking dick.\"[/i]\n [i]\"All ferals do, it's what they're made for. How hard should I fuck 'em?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Uhhh...h-how hard do you think?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Enough to break their ass in half.\"[/i] The donkey pulled up a backpack near the bed as the dogs kept licking him. [i]\"Lemme show ya something.\"[/i]\nHe brought out a series of pictures showing his dick deep in other pets, from dogs to horses to cats all in blissful ecstasy from tasting his shaft. By now he was fully erect, as was Laurence and the dogs who were dripping on the bed with peeking red nubs.\n [i]\"Woah,\"[/i] the teen tiger jerked himself, [i]\"they all you?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Mmhmm,\"[/i] Ernesto stroked the dogs' heads, [i]\"I'm a trained pet-fucker and pet-snuffer, every one of them spent their night happy.\"[/i]\n [i]\"That's fuckin' hot...why they got names and dates?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Memories. Now how about we fuck these little bitches together, kid?\"[/i]\nLaurence nodded eagerly and pulled Sauce close to him, before giving a hot kiss to his snout as the brown lab slobbered his tongue over him and the tiger turned him round to be in position for the camera. Cookie ended up with Ernesto, who pulled the dalmatian's ass close to him and gave him a deep-tongue rimming, exciting the dog who whimpered with a stiffened tail, and felt the swirling thick tongue pump into his ass with a drooling slurp that made his pink pucker drip.\nThe tiger wasted no time mounting his pet, groaning at the tightness that still remained despite his previous times with Sauce, who whined in pleasure and pushed back against him until their balls clapped together. Being only 6 inches, he was able to hilt his boy proper with eager smacks of their furry thighs, as his breath shook with excitement of fucking his pet in front of someone equally-lewd. But it was nothing compared to seeing his other pet get bred by Ernesto, whose well-hung uncut shaft was a sturdy 10 inches when the donkey popped his tongue out of Cookie's rear, then replaced it with his cock.\n \"Whuttaya doin'?\" asked the cub on Laurence's left.\n \"That's called fucking,\" said the tiger, still stroking them, \"you put your dick in someone's ass and it feels real good.\"\n \"Whaaaa? Why?\"\n \"Cuz it feels great, I woulda fucked you both but we got other plans, plus I'd have to prep your asses first.\"\n \"Mistah Law-rents!\" squeaked the cub on his right. \"Mah peepee's funny!\"\n \"Oh, you about to cum Raj? Alright let's get it.\"\nHe jerked him a little faster as Rajah the toddler squeaked, sputtering with a happy sound as his tiny cock throbbed with a strange new sensation of overwhelming heat, running through his legs and corrupting his mind with a fresh wave of endorphins. His brother, Matuuf, soon received his own first orgasm with a trembling whimper, smacking his head against the back cushions of the couch as he bucked his hips.\n \"A-AAAH, EEEEH!\"\n \"That good, Matty?\" Laurence snickered. \"That's what cumming feels like, when you both sucked me and all my milk came out.\"\n \"Mmmnnaaaaah...but...wh-where'd mah milky go?\"\n \"You're too little to make it yet. But you keep jerking off and you'll find out when you cum, I dunno how old you have to be.\"\n \"Da felt goooood,\" giggled Raj, kicking his feet, \"can we pway wif Cookie now?!\"\n \"Nooot yet,\" he tapped his little nose, \"you gotta see what Ernesto did with my other dog.\"\nThe boys watched on with mild fascination, trying to process their first dry orgasm with all the warmth running up their bellies. On the film, Laurence bred his chocolate lab, humping away with increasing strength as the dog panted in bliss at his owner's drilling shaft. Cookie however was struggling to take the donkey dick, which Ernesto was careful with to let the dalmatian have time to stretch and adjust. But once he got fhe first few inches in, the spotted dog moaned in bliss at his walls gaping out proper. This was a much better breeding than Laurence could do, filling out his walls so nicely and grinding deeper in seconds.\nThere was some pain and discomfort at the thicker meat opening him wider, but Cookie whinged with eagerness for more as he knew his place well, until his prostate was crushed beneath the plump spear that soon grinded against his sweet spot. Ernesto gripped the dog's collar and pulled a little too tight, choking the mutt briefly each time he hilted to make his pleasure sing in tune with a brief suffocation.\nIt confused Cookie each time, but the waves of pleasure each time Ernesto drilled another inch deeper made him whimper too much to think about the danger, as the donkey trained his new pet to savour the lack of breath and the clap of his hefty sack. The mule gripped one leg and humped the dog faster, as the bed shook with his strength and Laurence beside him trembled at the thick lance stretching his boy.\n [i]\"H-haaaah, aaaaah, sh-shit dude.\"[/i]\n [i]\"You like what you see?\"[/i] Ernesto chuckled. [i]\"Damn I know why you call him Cookie, he got an ass like a bitch's spade.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Hah, hah, a-aaaah, fuck, he feel good on you?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Ohhhhh yeah...hope ya don't mind sloppy seconds, I wanna break your other mutt 'til he can't walk again.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Woah...for real?\"[/i]\n [i]\"You think I can't?\"[/i] Ernesto pulled Cookie's collar hard until the mutt choked. \"You know why I put names and dates on all them photos? Cuz that was the last night for every bitch I used.\"\n [i]\"W-wait...you mean,\"[/i] the youth kept humping away, [i]\"are you serious?\"[/i]\n [i]\"I told you I was a pet-snuffer. You don't know what that means?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Uhhh...n-no?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Gimme a kiss and I'll tell you what I do with feral bitches.\"[/i]\nErnesto waited for Laurence to make the first move, his smile so enchanting and his scent of thick male spice so intoxicating to all three of them. He couldn't resist even if he wanted to, as the tiger leaned close and kissed the adult with a shuddering breath. They fucked their whores harder who panted in bliss, their doggy dicks swelling a knot from their furry sheaths as the anthros put them in their place.\nThe donkey's tongue was thick and musky, slobbering inside Laurence's cheeks and making his legs tremble weak from such a dominant strength. The grownup smooched his lips and plunged his tongue into the back of the boy's throat, smacking against the palate and feeding him a thick drool that made Laurence moan. It was then that he came inside his boy, pumping Sauce's rear with a sputtering of rich creamy cat milk.\nThe teenager moaned into Ernie's throat, as the donkey swallowed his gasps of excitement as he soon came in turn to fill the dalmatian with his plentiful seed. Being older with heavier balls, he flooded Cookie so thick with cream that his belly swelled slightly and his rear dripped of a juicy white, whilst he kept fucking away to let Laurence see the gooey mess of his dog's rear.\n [i]\"Haaaah, a-aaaaah, shit!\"[/i]\n [i]\"Mmmmm that's a good boy,\"[/i] Ernesto licked the tiger's face. [i]\"Howsit feel, fucking your pet whores with another male?\"[/i]\n [i]\"S-so...good,\"[/i] the boy gulped, [i]\"m-my heart's really going fast, I-i feel sorta sick.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Take yer time, cutie.\"[/i] The adult pulled out with a sloppy drench of jizz. [i]\"Let's take a breather, let your mutts clean us up.\"[/i]\nThey laid back on the bed and let the dogs slurp their cocks clean, the canids still hard and throbbing with their knots flaring out their sheaths. All pet dogs were good at cleaning up, as their tongues slathered across the dripping shafts and slobbered their nuts until they were slick with doggy spit. During this, Ernesto showed Laurence some other pictures while they rehardened from the pets' pleasureful tongues.\n [i]\"Here's one I fucked so hard he couldn't walk again,\"[/i] said the donkey, [i]\"but that slut came back for more every time I visited, crawled on her front legs to the door to let my dick drill her spade.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Damn...what happened to her?\"[/i]\n [i]\"I fucked the life out of that bitch. Owner didn't mind, she was from the pound anyway, he only got her for dicking.\"[/i]\n [i]\"I...f-fuck. You really killed a dog like that?\"[/i]\n [i]\"She wasn't the only one,\"[/i] Ernesto winked beneath his hair, [i]\"every slut I ever pounded went out with a smile, no matter how much it hurt them, they just beg me for more.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Wait, every slut?\"[/i]\n [i]\"I can show you if you want.\"[/i] He pulled out an old coin. [i]\"Heads for one dog, tails for the other.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Sh-shit...you really mean it.\"[/i]\nHis heart thudded harder until his stomach turned warm with sickly glee. He looked down to his two dogs who panted up at him with innocent joy, licking their lips in glee to get their rocks off soon. Whether by his lust or some inherent knowledge of their true place, Laurence nodded and watched Ernesto flip the coin. It landed heads, as he rubbed Sauce's head and motioned the dog over to the swing in the corner.\nLaurence was surprised how eager his dog was to follow a stranger, whilst Cookie sat on the bed licking his ass clean of thick donkey cum. The teen turned the camera towards his new friend, who lifted the brown lab into the swing and strapped him down on his back, tying the dog's legs open as the mutt was strangely placid. He wagged his tail and kicked his limbs a little with a panting tongue, beaming with joy at his new user.\n [i]\"Thanks for loosening him up,\"[/i] said Ernesto, lining up his dick, [i]\"gonna have to open him up a little more.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Oh yeah,\"[/i] Laurence giggled, [i]\"you got a dick like a rifle.\"[/i]\n [i]\"It's got a kill count like one too.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Are you...really gonna kill him?\"[/i]\n [i]\"You can say no and I'll stop.\"[/i]\nHe smiled towards the youth as Ernie reached into the toolkit beside the swing, then pulled out a wicked knife that glinted in the lamplight. The tiger wanted to say something, his voice trembling with a hot shiver as his cock ached for more action. Cookie went back to licking him, wagging his tail whilst slurping up his owner's dick, and Laurence simply said nothing. He watched Ernesto stuff his pet, the labrador whimpered in bliss as his rear was gaped and his legs spasmed from the unusual position.\nThe donkey stuffed him to the hilt, savouring the pup's breaths and his trembling whine when he smacked his balls hard against Sauce's tail and drilled his used hole. The dog panted with his cock still throbbing, which made Laurence realise that Cookie hadn't come yet as he bent over to suck him off, slurping around the thick salty spire whilst gripping beneath the knot. The dalmatian humped on his side and dripped a thick pre into his gullet.\nErnesto savoured the sloppy seconds, whapping his nuts against the dripping hole whilst Sauce panted with his own pulsing meat, feeling the deep meat grind against his walls and squish his prostate enough to make his knot flare harder. The mule swished his tail in growing excitement, as he made sure the knife was in full view of Laurence's camera when he lowered it down upon Sauce's belly.\n [i]\"You ready to die for me, boy? Want me to gut you like fucking cattle, get you nice and tight on my dick when you squirm like the fucking cocksleeve you mutts deserve to be.\"[/i]\nThe labrador panted with wagging tail, as if begging to be killed with little yaps and panting moans when he bucked upwards and and even sniffed over the blade. Laurence was astonished, he would have thought his pup would be scared but he only grew even harder with the threat of murder. Ernesto put the blade to Sauce's torso, just below the neck, and plunged in with a deep dragging carve that made the dog yelp in agony.\n [i]\"F-f-fuck! FUCK!\"[/i]\nLaurence jumped at his pet's distress, when the knife carved down Sauce's front and stroked over his ribs. The flesh peeled apart like curtains which Ernesto pulled open to show the bloody ribcage and a wondrous world of organs twitching inside the gut, a soft yellow stomach with bloody stone-shaped kidneys and a rubbery liver to boot. The labrador howled in anguish as Laurence jerked himself faster, whilst sucking off his dalmatian who also seemed to hump faster in gleeful envy.\n [i]\"Mmmmmmph, fuck yes,\"[/i] the donkey panted, [i]\"that's what your kind deserve, all you fucking feral sluts are good for is making my dick wet.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Sh-shit, you're really, m-mmmrrrlk!\"[/i] the tiger shivered between sucks. [i]\"You really doing it, you gutting my dog!\"[/i]\n [i]\"That a problem, kid?\"[/i]\n [i]\"N-...n-no...f-fuck I'm so hard.\"[/i]\n [i]\"He tightened up real good. I'll let you use him after I'm done, but let's give him a good last ride.\"[/i]\nThe donkey kept thrusting as he saw his own cock squish into the bottom of the intestines, which he grabbed the base of and started jerking himself off with the slippery entrails to cum faster. With his other hand, he pulled out the least-important organs to watch the mutt suffer, twisting out the kidneys and tearing free the stomach as the dog shrieked in agonising joy. The camera watched a glorious spill of guts fly free from the mutt, as Ernie tossed out bladders and pieces onto the floor but left the heart and lungs twitching inside to keep his anguish prolonging.\nThe mule then grabbed the intestines and wrapped them round the labrador's dick, knotting them tight to let the dog fuck his own guts to death, as well as letting Ernie see his own cock pump into the body. With the intestines raised, the donkey saw his length grinding inside the cavity, so slick and supple with twitching spasms of violent splendour.\n [i]\"C'mere,\"[/i] he motioned to Laurence, [i]\"come see your boy get me off...with his last...breaths.\"[/i]\nThe camera view picked up and moved closer towards the scene, getting the full view of Sauce eviscerated with most of his lower organs scooped out. The tiger watched in shivering excitement at his dog's death, the knotted shaft pumping through his own intestines with a leathery creak that drooled its juices down to the balls. With his last thrusts Sauce came at last, painting his own remaining organs with hot doggy cream that splattered over his ribs and drizzled on his lungs.\nLaurence watched his beloved pet die in blissful suffering, to the whims of Ernesto who kept fucking the tight quivering hole that sucked him off in deathly spasms. Still he gripped the base of the intestines to pump himself to a climax, as the dog's orgasm milked him of his second creamy load funnelling into the writhing guts. Laurence watched the slippery serpentine organ twist in death, then turned his camera up to the beating heart that slowed down to a crawl. Then there was silence. His dog was dead, and he simply watched it happen.\n [i]\"Fuuuuck yes,\"[/i] Ernesto pulled out and spurted his jizz on the mutt, [i]\"fucking bitch sucked me dry, you had a good pup.\"[/i]\n [i]\"He...h-h-holy shit.\"[/i] Laurence trembled behind the camera.\n [i]\"You liked it, huh? I can see you getting hard.\"[/i]\n [i]\"I-i...damn, I...I-i-i never seen something die like that.\"[/i]\n [i]\"Well now you have.\"[/i] The donkey wrapped an arm round his shoulders. [i]\"You got a pretty good eye on that camera...how's about I pay you for some extra work?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Wh-wha?\"[/i] the teen stammered as the view went down to his throbbing meat. [i]\"What kinda work?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Be my camera worker. I only got so many hands and I wanna keep the memories. Watcha think?\"[/i]\n [i]\"Well...I...\"[/i]\n\nThe film shut off completely, leaving current Laurence to reminisce whilst the two bear cubs stroked him idly. Their eyes were agape in fascination from the scene, even though they did not quite understand it.\n \"Sooooo whut happen to yer doggy?\" asked Matuuf.\n \"He died,\" Laurence grinned, \"got fucked in the ass so hard he died happy.\"\n \"Whut's died?\"\n \"When you just go to sleep and never wake up again, but it feels good if someone fucks ya 'til you died.\"\n \"Mmmmmm otays,\" Raj nodded, \"would Shammy likes being died?\"\n \"Shammy?\" the tiger looked to him.\n \"She's our kitty, look!\"\nHe pointed to a furry grey lump that was peeking behind the TV. Laurence had never noticed the cat in all that time, but Shammy was a silver tabby whose tail flapped around in her half-lucid dreams, until Raj crawled over to give her a pet. She rolled on her back and let him rub her pale belly, giving a big yawn before she was picked up and scooted out in front of everyone.\n \"You wants to die, Shammy? Is real fun!\"\n \"Well we gotta fuck her first,\" Laurence sat down with them, \"didn't you wanna suck off my dog?\"\n \"OOH YAH!\"\nThe toddlers scooted over to Cookie still curled up nearby, as he looked up at the approaching cubs who rubbed down his pink sheath. The hefty balls were fun to fondle, their tiny hands dug around his hairs in just the right way to excite the dog, who rolled on his side to let them have full access. All their training had come to this, as they rubbed up his sheath and helped Cookie get hard with a little humping motion.\nDuring this, Shammy had noticed Laurence with his cock out and ready before trotting over and jumping on the couch. The silvery feral purred and nuzzled across his shaft, tasting the anthro feline with a sandpaper tongue that made him shiver from the strange feeling. The rough texture of a domestic cat tongue was something he had not felt in a while, but he enjoyed it nonetheless as he stroked along her back and scratched his finger at the tailbase, her most erogenous zone that in turn only made her more horny.\n \"Gooood kitty,\" he sighed as she rubbed her face on his dick, \"get all that scent, you want it bad dontcha?\"\nThe cat purred louder with a soft mew of eagerness, as she lapped over his glans to get that sweet pre bubbling up on her whiskers. Her gentle white paws pressed on his thigh as she licked faster, turning more ravenous for that sweet anthro cock as the tiger kept fingering her tailbase. At one point he gripped her head and tried to fit his glans in her mouth, to which the cat gladly let him try and stuff it into her tight maw.\nHer fangs scraped past the head and she choked with a happy purr, her eyes closed and she did her best to gulp or flick her raw tongue and help get him off a little quicker. But she more than anything loved the scent of his young and fresh masculinity, so strong and spicy as her tail kept lifted and her tight pussy twitched in eagerness. Laurence pushed her head down further to see how much she could take it, watching the cat suffocate with a growling gulp whilst her owners played with the cute doggy.\n \"You likes dat, puppy?\" said Matuuf, jerking him off. \"You wants a kissy too?\"\nCookie panted and nudged closer to give the bear a sweet lick, his tongue slobbering across the cub's snout before the toddler opened his mouth and tried to suck the drooling tongue into his little throat. He was a terrible kisser, but so was the dalmatian who smacked his tongue around inside his little cheeks, whilst Rajah went down on that throbbing dick as deep as he could.\nThe boy choked of course, going too fast with a sharp cough before he let up and bobbed on the length more carefully. Hs hand grasped around the base to feel the knot swell up and throb with his heartbeat, before the salty cream dribbled down Raj's throat with each sucking gulp he made. More than once he forgot to breathe and had to pull the now-slimy rocket, before pumping his mouth on it once more to excite the pupper.\n \"MMmm, m-mmmmhhh!\" the boy gasped like a teen whore. \"C-cookie tasty!\"\n \"Glad you like,\" Laurence facefucked the pet cat, \"your bitch is pretty tight, but I bet my dog would love her pussy even better.\"\n \"Ooooh yeah?!\" Matuuf pulled off the dog's tongue with a drooling chin. \"C-can we do its!?\"\n \"Sure, you wanna die on a fat dog dick, kitty bitch?\"\nHe took his fat schlong out of Shammy's mouth who mrowled in delight, shaking her tail with such deadly desire that they all knew exactly what she wanted. She hopped off the couch and trotted over to Cookie, then nuzzled at his plump balls and licked across the sac with her rough tongue. The dog snorted a bit confused, then realised her needs when he sniffed towards her tight snatch and slurped across her holes.\nShammy moaned with her tail raised high and wanting, bending forwards to hike her rear and puff out her little cunt, as well as the tight tiny ring of pink above it that tempted him all the more. But her vulva dripped with such hunger that the more he licked, the more insatiable he grew as he readied himself to mount the much-smaller feline, who was only the size of the dalmatian's leg.\n \"Alright kids,\" Laurence sat on the floor and stroked himself, \"keep your eyes on that dick and watch the show.\"\n \"Kitty gon die?!\" squeaked Matuuf. \"Dat good fer kitty?!\"\n \"It's the only thing they're good for, like Mr. Ernesto said on the vid, remember?\"\n \"Mmmmm yah! Kitty died good!\"\n \"G'night Shammyyyy,\" Raj waved to the mounted puss, \"I luvs youuu!\"\nWith a few vicious jabs of his much-too-big meat, Cookie tore apart the pussy and made the cat screech with agony. Her legs buckled from the force of his savage humps, her cunt splti apart like a cherry as blood exploded all over his sceptre. A fresh crimson stream dripped off his balls when he burrowed hard, tearing Shammy wider and gorging her belly with a cock-shaped protrusion. She cried in ecstasy, her back legs collapsed and her shrieking howls filled the room whilst the anthros jerked off to her death, and Laurence took out his phone to get a good view of her ravaging.\nShe laid her head down and kept her rear up for Cookie to go deeper, stabbing her insides with a blunt huge blade that mashed her guts to a blackened stew. Blood shot out her mouth with each slam of Cookie's balls, the dalmatian panted in rapture at the tight stretching hole as bones cracked off the hips, her tail twitched to a dead stutter and her stomach gorged with a hefty pool of liquid. Her organs were mashed like a mortar and pestle, and the dog kept on fucking so deep that he managed to knot straight through her cunt and split her womb in half.\nHer panting screams made Laurence cum as Shammy twitched in eager death, her cunt sprayed a luscious jizz upon her killer's sheath as Cookie kept pounding, reaching his own orgasm soon enough with a hefty flood of rich canine milk. The cat gurgled her last as she slumped fully on the floor, her legs lifted up and her eyes unfocused in the misty rime of death. The little bears had learned to jerk themselves off and were reaching the second dry spurts of their lives, whilst their little pet cat became a rag of meat on the dalmatian's shaft.\n \"Hellll yeah, Cookie,\" Laurence pumped himself faster, \"you want that cum, or should I give it to the boys?\"\n \"I WANNIT!\" Raj piped up.\n \"Nooo you hads it!\" squeaked Matuuf. \"I wannit toooo!\"\n \"Alright alright,\" the teen shuffled close to his dog, \"let's share it, alright? You share your pets to be snufftoys, I share my milk for all of you.\"\nHe jerked himself in front of Cookie's face and soon managed to pump his jizz all over the mutt as well as the two toddlers. All three of them slurped it up gladly, with the last few sputters drenched upon Shammy's dead face to give her a good send off. Cookie stopped cumming and then tried to pull out, the mangled cat now so ruined that when he wrenched himself free, a bloody pool filled out beneath him when he ripped the organs out.\nWrapped around his knot were kitty guts and a shredded womb, along with a few other organs now smeared across his fat dick that formed into meaty lumps. Bloody-white jizz dribbled from his spear as a kidney slipped off with a plap, and Cookie looked up with a happy panting grin which Laurence patted.\n \"Goood pup,\" he smiled, \"alright kids, time for bed, cuz I know you two are tired and I sure fucking am.\"\n \"Mmmmmm,\" Matuuf yawned, \"otaaaays.\"\n \"Whudda we do wif Shammy?\" Rajah poked the dead cat.\n \"I'll deal with her,\" the teen fiddled with his phone, \"she'll be somewhere real special, just gotta let my friend Mr. Ernesto know.\"\nAfter he sent the vid, he scooted the boys upstairs to their bed whilst Cookie sat down and licked the meat off his shaft. Shammy laid with a belly almost on the edge of bursting, her face twisted in a painful grin for those last good moments of her life.\n\nAbout six miles away, Ernesto received a message while he drove down Summers Lane in an old station wagon. The thumbnail of the vid was tantalising, but he saved it for later since he was currently sitting beside a middle-aged tigress with wavy brown hair, who wore an office skirt and a beige blouse.\n \"Thanks again for the help,\" said the donkey, \"that li'l guy loves me too much but he's a real handful.\"\n \"It was quite a start!\" the lady giggled. \"Flew right into the window, damn hear hit my supervisor's Mac, caused a real flutter!\"\n \"Yeah, parrots love to cause problems,\" he looked in the back seat where a covered cage sat, \"I'll get him back to the reserve no problem.\"\n \"That must be goshdarn amazing, working with ferals, seeing all their little particulars an' such, you must love 'em a lot dontcha?\"\n \"I sure do. I love them too much, that's the problem. Why don't I treat you to some dinner, just to say thanks for today?\"\n \"Awwww, ya don't have to,\" she waved her hand.\n \"No no, one good turn deserves another, I insist.\"\n \"Well...if you say so, thank ya Mr. Ernesto. I got a horse out back, name's Clarence, he's like a brother to me if you wanna see.\"\n \"I love horses,\" the mule turned his ride around the corner, \"course I'm biased, we're practically family.\"\n \"Hahaha, well he'd be more than happy to see a nature reserve guy, say Tuesday evening?\"\n \"It's a date.\"\nHe drove up to her house at the end of the road, a dead-end street that reached out to the farthest suburbs where wide open spaces reached into the countryside. The driver could see a small stable behind a comfy two-story house with sloping roofs, a garage to the side and cookie-coloured walls. The tigress stepped out and waved him goodnight, before Ernie took off and drove to a quiet alley.\n \"Alright, the coast is clear.\" He pulled up the cage to the passenger seat. \"You did real good, Flo. Now you get your reward.\"\nHe whipped off the cover to reveal a monk parakeet, a beautiful melon-green parrot with a faded orange beak and gorgeous tail-feathers. She was a perky bird around 10 inches high as she jumped on the donkey's hand to be carried out and towards his face.\n \"I know you been eager for this, you dirty bitch,\" he smooched her beak, \"now what you say?\"\n \"[i]Rape me, BREHK, raaaape me goooood, WHEET![/i]\"\n \"That's a good girl.\"\nThe mule spread his legs and let her walk down his thigh, where the parrot grabbed his zipper and pulled it down with her beak. She plucked the jeans open to reveal his cock, a fat sausage that flopped out before Flo where she nuzzled all over the thick length. She tried to open her beak and flick her tongue across the skin, but she was much too small to get a grip round his thickening girth.\nShe knew what they both wanted though, as the parrot turned herself round and presented her sweet fluffy cloaca to her master, before rubbing it against the rising pillar that reached the size of her body. She felt his throbbing ache and heard his luscious moans, her claws gripped at his denim pants and her sweet beady eyes looked up to him.\n \"[i]Rape, RAPE, rape me good mister![/i]\"\n \"Are you suuuure, baby?\" Ernesto teased with a prod of his glans. \"This thing's gonna turn you into a cocksleeve, like all you fucking beasts deserve.\"\n \"[i]All we deserve, BREHK, all fucking beasts, rape me good, rape us good and DEAD![/i]\"\n \"Fuck yes...you know just what to say to get me drooling.\"\nThe donkey licked his lips and grabbed her firm with one hand, then lined up his cock towards her puffing hole that begged to be ruined so eagerly. She made panting cheeps in a submissive urge, her tail fanned with intense arousal as the hot anthro meat shoved into her rear and forced it wide. The parakeet yelped with a screeching sound, her legs forced wide and her little rump stretched to bursting.\nShe was terribly fragile, like all birds were with their hollow bones and soft meats that Ernesto savoured as he slammed hard through her gut, ripping her intestines free in one cleaving thrust that turned her whitish-green belly to a dark bloody violet. Her body writhed in anguish as she flapped her feathers free in rapturous pain, whilst the donkey gripped her belly and punched through her stomach with such force that blood shot out her beak. The crack of her hips signalled the end as her legs turned limp, and she was soon impaled upon her master's shaft.\n \"[i]REEEEEHHK, REEEHHK! R-RAPE GOOD, RAPE GOOD DEAD![/i]\"\n \"MMMMMPH, MMMNNNGH, f-fucking slut, ohhh so glad you fucking sluts know where you belong, gonna fuck your race extinct you worthless featherbitch!\"\nThe longer he fucked, the more strangled she sounded as her lungs were squished beneath the prodigious girth. Her little parrot heart beat rapid like morse code, as her cloaca gushed with a crimson fountain all over her killer's shaft, thickening lubricant that eased his passage through her tight broken guts. Her belly started to pull open, the ribs poked out of her feathers and with one last screech, her throat split open to reveal that throbbing flaring head.\n \"Ohhhh FUCK!\"\nWith a few last pumps he snapped off her head, punching it from her neck to dangle off the side of her body from the few broken vertebrae that still clung to her spine. His cock was now free to go through her entire body, where writhing twitches and fiendish spasms milked him in her last deathly throes. Flo's mind was overwhelmed with an anguished euphoria, her birdy cunt squirting a hefty jot of parrot jizz to mix with her oozing blood that smothered the donkey's crotch.\nGrabbing her with both hands, Ernesto jerked himself with the fresh bird corpse and pumped his whole length with her, his glans popping out of her severed throat each time he drove her snatch to the hilt against his plums. The hot sticky webs of scarlet and milk drizzled all over his crotch as the bird turned quiet, her eyes glassy and her beak hung open with a breathless sigh when her lungs were ground into paste. As her head swung to and fro from its broken neck, she stared at Ernesto who masturbated faster with her body, pumping harder with sputtering shots of thicker cream building up around her neck wound.\nFinally he did, on the very last second her brain was still alight with any neurons left to comprehend her death. She felt a warm flood of cum fill her when Ernie pulled back to fill her corpse, swelling her mangled form until his seed dripped through the feathers of her slightly-torn open belly. The rest he shot upwards into a rich geyser, smothering her body from the neck down in his hefty seed.\n \"God yes, you little freak,\" he sighed and laid back, \"ohhhh...god, so glad I got to fuck you, Flo. You been teasing me with that ass for ages, little cunt.\"\nHe took a moment to recover his breath whilst the parrot remained impaled on his meat, his last dregs of cum oozing over her body and matting her feathers with sticky gum. The anthro gave a few last pumps to feel the twisting organs peel off his dick, then he turned on the ignition and drove himself home with his little bird cockwarmer still snug on his crotch.\n\n=============\n\nThe plan had gone perfectly, as Tuesday rolled around and Ernesto drove up to the house wearing a polo shirt, some clean pants and a dark flat cap. When he knocked on the door, he already knew who would answer when a voice muttered from behind it.\n \"Laurie, can you get that fer me?\"\n \"Kay mom!\"\nThe moment he saw that familiar-looking teen in a blue cap and sweats, Ernie smiled like a sales clerk and shook hands with the startled son.\n \"Well helloooo there, nice to see you, I'm here for Mrs. Lebowski.\"\n \"Uhh, wh-whut-\"\n \"[i]We never met, play it cool,[/i]\" he whispered.\n \"Oh hey there!\" the mother waved from behind the boy. \"Laurie, this is that nice 'un from the reserve I telt you about.\"\n \"Wh-whuh?\" the teen shook his head. \"Wait, seriously?!\"\n \"Who were you expecting/\" the donkey stepped past him. \"Name's Ernie, but most call me Ernesto, what's your name bud?\"\n \"Uh...Laurence,\" they shook hands as he smiled nervous, \"c-come in, I...yeah.\"\nEntering a pink-walled living room with a sofa to one side and a TV on the opposite wall, the visitor was charmed by the amount of hokey country memorabilia stapled to the walls, from small wagon wheels to old pictures of ranches. The mother wore a blue button-up shirt that kept tight on her breasts, as well as flared leather pants with some fine-docked loafers. He also found Cookie, the remaining dog who barked up at him with a happy wag and a tender nuzzle for his leg.\n \"Weeeell hey there champ,\" he rubbed under the dalmatian's chin, \"aren't you friendly?\"\n \"Gosh you're good with ferals, eh?\" the lady grinned, motioning him over. \"Ya want sumthin' to drink?\"\n \"Sure, just some juice for me thanks.\"\n \"I would hand you some cookies but you already got one there, haha!\"\n \"Well I can see why he's called that, he's a sweet little thing, right?\"\nErnesto sat on the couch as the dog kept nuzzling over him, sometimes trying to lick at his crotch before the mule patted him aside and Laurence sat beside him.\n \"Are you like, dating my mom?\" he murmured.\n \"Mmhmm,\" the adult nodded back, \"she rescued one of my birds that flew in her office, one thing led to another.\"\n \"But, wait, what about our thing?!\"\n \"We still do that on the side, she don't have to know.\"\n \"It's just...kinda weird,\" the teen pulled at his fingers, \"I mean you're pretty hot and we did stuff too, but now-\"\n \"Now your mom gets to have a taste too,\" he grinned, rubbing his waistband, \"not gonna turn down a fine lady like her.\"\n \"But it...it's my mom.\"\n \"And she's her own woman...she gets to do plenty things just like you did with me.\"\n \"Heeere ya go!\" she offered a glass of juice. \"Special li'l mix I made myself.\"\n \"Ooooh, thank ya,\" he slurped the overwhelming citrus juice, \"woahoho, damn that's like a firecracker!\"\n \"Thaaaank you,\" she took a bow, \"Laurie, we won't be out too long and Clarence is resting, so you take it easy tonight.\"\n \"Uhhh, sure mom,\" he gulped with a nod, \"don't uh, don't do anything I wouldn't do.\"\n \"I wouldn't dream of it, li'l cub.\" Mrs. Lebowski pinched his cheek.\nThe grownups headed out once Ernie finished his drink, leaving Laurence rather concerned but excited at this crossing between his private life and family home. The donkey smiled in a different way that scared him, as he could not stop himself from imagining that wondrous seducer with his mother. For all the times he had sucked Ernesto off, or watched him slaughter a willing pet, it gave him a fearful erection for who the donkey would stick his cock into next.\nBut Ernie had it all planned out, wining and dining the mother at a fancy restaurant, treating her to a braised pork meal and dancing across the floor to delight and bedazzle her. His charm was a lethal weapon, and just like with her son, he had hooked her in with his sultry flair and devilish smile as three hours passed in a flash, before they drove back home in the deeper night.\n \"Hot damn, that were fantastic!\" she giggled, hopping out the station wagon. \"When'd you get so fancy with yer feet?!\"\n \"I've lived a varied life,\" Ernesto waved his hand mysteriously, \"plenty jobs I had to do over the years to build up a very particular set of skills.\"\n \"Ohhhh, like what?\"\n \"Ploughing fields, ploughing homes, ploughing people-I mean peat bogs.\"\n \"PFFFT, Mr. Ernesto, are you pulling my tail?!\"\n \"Not unless you ask me to, Doris.\"\nHe waggled his brows beneath his hairy fringe that hung over the eyes, as they snuck inside the house to find Laurence upstairs in his room. Doris Lebowski motioned him towards the back where a small stable waited, and a long brown face poked out with a snort.\n \"Clareeeence,\" she wagged her finger, \"you waitin' on yer midnight carrots again?\"\nThe horse snickered with soulful hazel eyes, a standard-looking beast with a diamond-shape on his forehead and a french-braided black mane. He had fluffy sweatbands with candy-heart colours on his forelocks, as she led him out of the paddock to trot around the field and stretch his legs in a happy trot. Ernesto watched with a lurid grin, and whenever Clarence came too close, he caught a whiff of that dominant aroma from the anthro equine, and with each passing he made, he slowed down a little further near the donkey.\n \"You wanna feed him?\" Doris offered a carrot. \"He already warming up to you?\"\n \"Like I said, we're practically family,\" he rubbed the long feral head that nuzzled at his shirt, \"you hungry boy?\"\nClarence took a deep whiff at the ripe masculine scent, his thick nostrils flaring before he rubbed his nose up towards the mule's face and made a kissy motion on his snout. Ernesto gave a gentle smooch, leaving his mouth open to see what would happen, as the horse tried to slip his thick tongue out over the anthro's teeth.\n \"O-oh, Clarence!\" the tigress giggled. \"That's very forward of y'all!\"\n \"He just knows what I am,\" said Ernie, rubbing the mane, \"you want a nice thick carrot, boy?\"\nHe offered one that the feral gladly took, a hefty crunch and a shiver of glee from the delicious treat whilst Ernie peeked between the legs, and saw a slackening length telescope out of its pudgy black sheath.\n \"Ohohhh, someone's real pent up.\"\n \"Oh, right,\" the mother blushed and waved her hand, \"y'all know whut horses are like, bodies runnin' on the first thing they think.\"\n \"I take it you never milked him?\"\n \"Wha-no! He's not a breeding boy, he's a sweet li'l thing I've had since I were in college!\"\n \"Mmmmm, that's not good,\" he tutted, \"boy like him could get real pent up, gotta release the valve every once a while or else them balls could rupture.\"\n \"Wha...really?\" She gasped, looking down at the pulsing spear. \"I never heard of that.\"\n \"Depends on their production, your boy's pretty full though, manages to offload some of it himself of course but he'll definitely need more help.\"\n \"I just thought them little swimmers would...yanno, loop back, or something.\"\n \"Ohhh no,\" Ernesto shook his head, \"you gotta help them with that, if they don't get a good release every once a while, you run a real risk.\"\n \"Well...I'm glad you mentioned it,\" Doris rubbed her ears, \"but how exactly do I uh...\"\n \"You get one of them mounts so they can do what nature tells them to. But if you don't got that...I can show you with a little hands-on experience.\"\n \"Wha-...a-a-are you sure that's right?\"\n \"I work in a reserve,\" he put a hand on his heart, \"trust me, I got a licence for this sorta thing.\"\n \"Mmmm...so we just...\" she made the jerk-off motion with a cringe.\n \"I mean, I'll do it if you want,\" the donkey knelt down as Clarence kept chewing, \"might as well save you the trouble, don't want him to get any ruptures now, do we?\"\n \"I-i suppose not...not like it's a bad thing to help a horse with that, just never thought I'd be into it.\"\n \"You know anyone who does?\"\n \"Laurence, actually, he took our pups to some meetup and apparently they got on real well, getting some uh...action.\"\n \"Ohhhh yeah?\" The donkey groped at the horse's shaft. \"You say pups, but I only met the one.\"\n \"Apparently, he found a date!\" Doris put a hand on her chin. \"Sauce was our labrador, someone took a real shine to him and Laurence gave him away to be one of those uh...zoo-something partners.\"\n \"Damn, lucky boy.\"\nErnesto stroked along the girthy member, feeling the rubber flex on his fingers with creaking veins as Clarence's balls tightened from the sensation. With heavy seed weighing them down, their musky aroma excited Ernie as he gave a few licks over the head. Doris gasped at the sight of her new date pleasuring her horse, his mouth gliding across the flaring head before his lips wrapped round it.\n \"Mmmmmm...ohhh...yeah he's a stale boy, alright.\"\n \"Wh-what are you, um, Ernesto?\" she stammered. \"Is that uh, that, proper procedure?\"\n \"If he's too dry, then yes,\" he slurped round the head, \"mmmm, he likes it anyway, you can tell, can't you?\"\n \"Well he...\" the mother looked to her horse who rumbled that happy sound with a stomp of his hooves, \"I suppose he is, just never expected anyone to be...you're not a zoo-something sort yourself, are you?\"\n \"Not by choice,\" Ernesto lied, \"ferals got needs and I gotta help with that.\"\nShe nodded with understanding as she watched her date suck off her stallion, slightly perturbed but trusting in his wisdom as his tongue swirled around the flared head and sucked down the pre. The further he went, the more tight her loins became with a sinful shiver whilst she kept her hands to the side, unable to trust them with her wandering thoughts. The donkey slobbered over the feral's girth that grew to a full 20 inches, and twice as thick as Ernesto's own due to the natural girth.\n \"Kinda funny how different they are,\" he murmured, \"this boy so big, and thick, got that flaring head and the median ring, nothing like mine.\"\n \"It sure is rather uhhh...fascinating,\" Doris went on her knees, \"always wondered how we evolved like this but our feral selves are still around.\"\n \"Just process of evolution, over millions of years, separating ourselves with different choices, one group goes one way, one goes another. Lemme give you a lesson.\"\nHe slid down his pants to show off his own throbbing meat, more anthropomorphic with a hanging foreskin and mushroomed head. The balls were similar, though Clarence's sack was much heavier with musk, as Ernesto slid his meat beside the stallion's.\n \"Notice your boy got much more flex in him? More muscle cuz of the longer girth, also the flaring head to lock against the mare.\"\n \"Mmhmm,\" the mother nodded, \"cuz they don't got the uh hands, they gotta keep stable on their lady.\"\n \"Exactly.\" He stroked the beast off. \"They don't last too long though, they enjoy it for sure, but it's all about getting it done and over with, since it's hard to stand on two legs when you're breeding.\"\n \"Does he...like it, when you do that?\"\n \"He's happy, ain't he? You know him better than me.\"\nShe looked up to see that the horse was snickering in a joyful tone, then bucked his hips slightly to grind against Ernesto's hand. The anthro wrapped his hand round the thick head to let Clarence thrust through his fingers, a soft whinny escaped his snout and he stamped his back hooves in growing urges. Ernesto beckoned Doris closer to let her watch the creaking veins, the smooth rubbery length rising up to meet her as it sputted a hot drip of pre.\n \"Go on,\" he beckoned, \"you can touch it, he'll love you for it.\"\n \"You...you sure?\"\n \"Of course, ain't no law that says you can't get help a feral get off, right?\"\n \"I guess not...just kinda weird to do it with a...that's more my son's thing than mine.\"\nThe snorting huffs of her pet however said otherwise as he bucked against her fingers, recognising the warm furry touch and sputtering thicker shots in response. Some of it squirted on her lips and she yelped with an instinctive lick, to which she found the taste rather salty and more tingly than she expected. Ernesto teased her further by directly aiming the flare at her face, which made the tigress sputter and laugh into a more relaxed state of being.\nBut the more she lapped up the milk, the more sultry she became as she inched closer to Clarence's meat. With a patient nod, Ernesto encouraged her to suck on the head, which she found no different to any other cock she had tasted in her life despite the odd leathery texture and gushing drip of thick watery pre. She closed her eyes and purred with growing lust, sucking her beloved pet with a trembling heart that made her stomach feel warm and bouncy.\nIt felt like sucking off her brother or father, so spicy and forbidden, but that only made the stallion taste even better as her pussy dripped in her leather pants. He joined her in the oral bliss, their tongues treacherously close to each other with each slurp of Clarence's sceptre, that beastly halberd that swelled with gorged blood and a chuntering huff from his belly. He pumped his cock forwards to smack the tiger's face, painting her white with thicker globs that drizzled down her shirt, despite how much she tried to suck him.\nErnesto grinned at his seduction, relishing the sight of this homely middle-aged lady now sucking off her long-time pet. Her gulping coughs made him throb harder, and he looked towards the house where he saw Laurence standing in the door. The donkey put a finger to his lips and smiled at the teen, who trembled at the sight of his mother swallowing horse milk that drenched her tits. Clarence soon snorted with a harder thrust and smacked her head, alerting her to his climactic burst as instinct took over, and the tigress sucked the head to let him cum deep down her gullet.\n \"Ohhhhh, damn girl!\" Ernesto chuckled, still stroking the horse. \"Thassit, get all that jizz down ya.\"\n \"M-MMMHHH, GLRRRK!\"\n \"You take real good care of your boy, huh? I can tell he wanted to do this with you for years, hear how happy he sounds?\"\n \"GHRRRhhh...mmmmhh,\" she pulled off once the horse stopped cumming. \"Haaah...h-holy jeez...I-i can't believe I just...I just-\"\n \"You made him real happy,\" the donkey patted her, \"best thing you could do as an owner...well, second-best thing.\"\n \"Whah...what's the first?\"\n \"Aaaah that's for later,\" he stood up and pulled her up, \"for now, let's get you washed up, huh? And then I can show you later on some good ways to please your boy.\"\n \"Heehee, well, I won't say no to a few more lessons,\" Doris wiped the cum from her chin, \"been a while since I done any animal husbandry.\"\nLaurence scurried back into the house with the most upsetting boner, almost ready to burst when he saw Clarence blast his mother with a point-blank bukkake and drenched her like a slut. All he could think of now was shoving his dick in her mouth, making that cum his own and hearing her choke on it, to the point that he quickly motioned Cookie upstairs to use his mouth instead. The dog obliged gladly, trotting up after his owner to get a deep-drilling cock down his puppy throat.\n\nThe next day, Ernesto was back at work at the Menhir Field Nature Reserve, in his standard jeans and blue cap and a white shirt with its logo, a soft azure vaporwave sun with rising mountains silhouetted against it. He rolled up in his station wagon to a large wooden cabin and its stone-circle driveway, where the woods spread out beyond and reached to the great Menhir Range itself touching the sky. It was a beautiful morning, the sun sparkled down as the donkey walked up to the centre with a cage in one hand.\n \"Hey, Arnie!\" he tossed it on the counter. \"Here's your whore back.\"\nA green parrot's corpse pinballed around the cage, its head dangling from the cock-shaped neck wound and its cloaca gaped to ruin. Standing beside it was a brown anteater in a green ranger's uniform, who was currently working on a computer behind the counter and next to a wall of of old pictures.\n \"Ohhhh, there you are!\" he stood up and checked the cage. \"Goodness you really worked her, she's pining for the fjords, expired and gone to meet her-\"\n \"Don't do that,\" Ernesto leaned on the counter, \"you said it the last time with her mate anyway.\"\n \"Well they shouldn't be so fuckable,\" he took out the stiff corpse, \"birds are such perfect little cocksleeves, aren't they? We're so blessed to have them.\"\n \"Mmhmm, speaking of, I heard you had a rare treat for me.\"\n \"Oh, yes!\" The anteater motioned him through. \"The zoo's having an overfill and needed to send a few of them here for the uh, downsizing.\"\n \"Ohhh yeah?\" The mule stepped behind the counter. \"What kinda meat we got?\"\n \"Birds, obviously, but they did ask if you had any spare hands for camera workers? They wanted to document an ape family for a special poaching session but sadly there's no sex! Purely informative.\"\n \"Mmmmmm, a camera eh? I think I know someone who's got the talent, I'll give 'em a call.\"\n \"Thank you, Ernesto,\" Arnie clapped his hands and bowed, \"you're always such a good worker, really help to clean out these little bastards.\"\n \"I sure do.\"\nHe looked up to the wall in fond rememberance, where photos of the rarest species to grace the park had their last pictures taken. Endangered buffalo, wild red wolves and a variety of now-extinct birds, always stood eager and happy beside the ranger who ran the park at their time, with some beasts being petted by Arnie or Ernesto in more modern shots.\n \"Remember your first snuff?\" the anteater sighed. \"Was it the boar or the um, the fish?\"\n \"The catfish,\" Ernie breathed in, \"sucked me like a two-dollar whore, and rode me like I was giving my life savings to it.\"\n \"Last of its kind in the area too, you did a wonderful job, you're our best worker certainly!\"\n \"What was your first, Arnie?\" He grabbed the cage and walked to the next room. \"You been at this a li'l longer than me.\"\n \"A cougar!\" the anteater skipped behind. \"Yu remember Marjorie don't you?\"\n \"Ohhh yeah, course I do.\"\nIn the next room were the staff's quarters, where several desks sat of little flags and paper sheafs were piled up. A map of the park spread out on one wall, whilst a cougar's taxidermied body stood in one corner with lurid eyes and her tail hiked up. Arnie stepped up to unbuckle his pants and caress those smooth-furred cheeks.\n \"I loved her so much,\" he whispered, \"I still do, she's practically my wife. First time she came on to me, she sucked me off with that wonderful tongue like sandpaper...then I fucked her pussy while I strangled her.\"\n \"Good thing you had that rope on ya,\" Ernie chuckled, \"bet she moaned like a bitch.\"\n \"She mewled, Ernesto. She mewled like a kitten. I'd kill her again if God let me. Your special friend's in the clean-up room, I'll just uh, busy myself here.\"\n \"Heheheh, I bet.\"\n \"AH but, please don't make too much a mess! I do want to stuff and mount her...then we can stuff and mount her again.\"\nAs the donkey stepped to another room, Arnie jerked himself to full-erect and slipped into the dead cougar's cunt. She was cold and stiff but the inside had refurbished with a synthetic lining to simulate a moist juicy hole that sucked him off, as the park ranger panted with bliss and moaned her name.\nIn the next room however, Ernesto found several steel tables and cruel utensils that hung on the wall next to bloody aprons. Cages were scattered in the corners with crimson stains and spots of fur, with Flo's little prison added to the mix when the donkey tossed her corpse and cage to the pile. One pristine box however stood higher on a shelf, a larger one for its beautiful occupant in the form of a Spanish imperial eagle.\n \"Ohhhh, mi pequena,\" he gasped with a swell in his chest, \"aren't you just beautiful.\"\nWith a glorious chocolate coat and mottled white strips, the eagle chirped in excitement at his approach as she spread out her wings and bent low as if bowing. Her head was a lighter brown, but the shoulder-widths of her wings had long white strips like an officer's epaulettes. With a 4-foot long body and a 6-foot wingspan she looked strangely regal, even when she turned herself round and flashed her dripping cloaca, begging to be bred and ruined.\n \"Mmmmmmhhh you gorgeous bonita,\" he licked his lips, \"how's a sweet thing like you end up here?\"\nHe opened the cage and let her flap-hop straight to the table. The sultry eagle picked at her talons and then looked up to him, clacking her white beak and nipping at his shirt whilst her tail fanned behind. His hands roamed across her body as the eagle fluffed up in need at his touch, his fingers crept down her smooth feathers and teased towards her rump with a tender grope.\n \"How many of you whores are left, huh? Six-hundred or so? Let's make that five-hundred-ninety-nine today, hmm pequena?\"\nWhen he slipped his finger into her cloaca, the bird shivered with a happy trill and pushed back against him, her claws scraped the table and her tailfeathers hiked up to give him better access. She was exceptionally tight, and the unnatural twist of fingers into such an intimate spot made the eagle tremble with a soft mewl.\nShe loved how anthros had those delightful digits to twist and fondle her most intimate walls, the squirming dexterity that rubbed everywhere to make her pant and cry for her extermination at the hands of his pleasure. Ernesto chuckled at her frantic grinding against him, her feathery butt so soft and supple as he stroked along her tail between thrusts. The donkey went deep to the knuckles, finding the entrance to her avian womb and squishing into the entrance just a little to make her shriek with a spark of pain. It only made her further wet, and she bucked against his hand even harder.\n \"You want that dick in you, baby?\" He whispered. \"I think you need that good meat to fill you up, stuff you like a turkey, whaddaya say?\"\nShe flapped her wings and screeched in joy, demanding her extermination as he stood in front of her and offered his girthy meat. The buzzard opened her beak as wide as she could and let it slide down her throat, having some space in her gullet from the odd fish that she could swallow whole. Her neck widened out and her eyes fluttered with a tender coo, showing off her cock-gulping prowess as Ernie rubbed her head.\n \"Ohhhh damn girl,\" he chuckled, \"you take a lot of dick at the zoo, huh? Bet they're gonna miss their favourite feather cocksleeve...but now you're mine, putita.\"\nThe bird trembled at his words as she forced the cock down deeper, suffocating herself with a choking cough when she straightened out her body and forced him in further. The donkey didn't even have to thrust, watching the imperial eagle impale herself with straining eyes and a swelling gut. He felt his thickening glans flare up at the bottom of her throat, not as wide as a feral horse's could but enough to get lodged when he pushed through the base of her tract, and speared into her stomach with a painful thud in her chest that made her heart throb faster.\nErnesto grabbed her body and slid his fingers back to her cunt, fingering that moist bird cloaca that puffed and ached for his touch once again before his digits thrust inside. At the same time, he thrust into her belly and savoured that fragile warmth, imagining those hollow bones that could crack apart at any second if he pumped too fast into her. He wanted to prolong her agony, and she wanted it too as the eagle bobbed on his thickening shaft, her pale beak kissed his crotch and sniffed deep at his spicy crotch.\nShe suffocated herself gladly, her throat became a suckling vice and her choking sounds only further excited him. Her stomach rolled and heaved from the tightening of her lungs, her chirps became a raspy hiss and then came that brief survival instinct to pull away. But it was stuck. The cock was buried too deep and when she tried to pull off, a sucking pressure foretold her doom when that hefty shaft stayed rooted in her. She started to cum upon realising her fate, and sputtered on his fingers that shoved in her womb, and fucked against her succulent walls.\n \"NNNNGH, thassit baby, choke on my dick...you're gonna make a nice dinner after I'm done, pluck your fucking body and roast you up like all your fucking kind are meant to be.\"\nHarder she came with a strangled squawk, the girth in her throat flexed at her rumbling vibrations as her eyes became bloodshot, her head rattled with a wheezing sound and her wings flapped a little weaker. Ernesto sighed in relief as he felt the eagle's lungs tighten, a trembling pair of sacs that flickered on the edge of death, her heart thudded beneath the vein of his dick and with one last thrust he made sure he hilted when she died.\nThe eagle pumped her jizz into his fingers, and gave her final breath, a hot cloud trembling over his sceptre that did not make the donkey cum yet, but he was more than happy to use her until he did. He made certain she was lifeless, then walked from the table with a dead buzzard hanging between his legs, his swollen glans trapped in her stomach and her wings slumped with a dripping cunt wherever he walked.\n \"OHHH, O-OHHH! MARJORIE, YOU F-FUCKING WHORE! Ohhh so glad I killed you!\"\nArnie was just about to cum when Ernie came back to him, the bird between the donkey's legs swaying with each step as he watched the anteater pump that dead cougar's snatch. His long-fluffed tail spasmed in rapture, and a dribble of seed came from the taxidermised hole whilst Ernie grabbed the eagle's corpse, and pumped himself off with it.\n \"Good pussy?\" he asked.\n \"Y-yes,\" Arnie moaned, \"and the cunt it belonged to feels just as good.\"\n \"Glad to hear.\" He sat down and used his cocksleeve. \"Mmmmph, you hungry, by the way? I can roast this bitch later.\"\n \"Oh that'd be lovely, thank you!\" The ranger pulled out and wiped himself. \"I haven't had roast bird since that family of bald eagles last summer.\"\n \"Mmmmmph, marinated in their own eggs, that was delicious. Oh, right I should call my friend about that zoo job.\"\nHe pulled out his phone whilst still pumping his cock inside the bird, the rag of once-beautiful feathers turning more stiff by the minute. He texted to his friend for the time and location, as well as took a pic of the zoo's offering still impaled on his shaft.\n\nLaurence was brimming with excitement for his first professional job, after the teasing message Ernesto had given him with his \"stuffed dinner\" for later. With a proper filming camera he kept in his room, he took a bus to the zoo and marched up to the waiting keeper sometime in the evening, when the sky turned a rosy hue and the big iron gates had closed.\n \"Mr. Mendelssohn?\" the teen bowed whilst holding his camera bag. \"My name's uh, Laurence Lebowski, I'm the camera guy that uhh, Ernesto told you about?\"\n \"Really?\" A black labrador in beige uniform crossed her arms. \"You're awfully young.\"\n \"I-i got good recommends, I won the Vallis Fair Cinema Guild award, I been doing this for two years!\"\n \"Huh...that's pretty impressive, and if Ernesto recommended you well, his word's good as gold. Alright, come on in then!\"\nHe stepped through the gates and admired all the beasts about to sleep. With fascinating placards highlighting the differences of evolution between the anthros and ferals, the zoo was another world that showed what if their kind had not evolved. Rhinos trampled their stony enclaves before settling down to sleep, penguins huddled together in the arctic zone and wolves grew active beneath the darkness.\nWith grand vistas over acres, every animal had plenty space to roam as fitting of their needs, with camera screens above the visitor paths in case a handsome lion was not present before the glass vistas. The grasslands had smooth plains and arid trees; the jungles were thick and enclosed with wall-to-wall trees and bushes; the polar section was synthetic ice blocks on sub-zero waters; and the deserts were rolling sands with sun-lamps above to bake the earth.\n \"Damn this place is cool,\" Laurence stared at a feral tiger, \"so why you downsizing?\"\n \"Oh we're not,\" the zookeeper walked ahead, \"it's an auction, sometimes our donors get eager for a certain species to be snuffed out, and we're more than happy to oblige with a betting war.\"\n \"Oh cool, you do snuff vids as well?! Ernesto's been showing me some and teaching me that too.\"\n \"Good good, though this won't be the sexual kind I'm sorry to say, our clients are somewhat prudish about that. So I will have to ask you keep it in your pants for this job.\"\n \"Ohhh okay,\" Laurence scratched his head, \"what kinda animal is it?\"\n \"A family of gorillas,\" the dog chuckled, wagging her tail, \"never did like those apes, I'll be glad to get rid of them, their faces weird me out.\"\nThey entered the back rooms and down pale stone halls where the scent of animal musk turned thicker, old straw and heaving bodies fumed in the cat's nostrils before they reached a white clinical room with a table of different blades and a laptop nearby. Sitting peacefully on a thick tarpaulin sheet, were three silverback gorillas, a mother, father and child who currently nursed from a thick teat. Out of all the creatures in the wild, primates were the strangest to the anthros, having a face that resembled nothing but with oddly-anthropomorphic hands.\nLaurence set up his camera as the zookeeper went over, petting the apes who stroked her back and fondled her body with hooting sounds while she masked her disgust. They understood their place, they did not even mind she hated them, they were just happy to serve a superior species as the gorillas tried to smooch her crotch.\n \"Noooo no,\" she backed off, \"not today. I wish I could get the chance to fuck your dead asses, but our clients insisted otherwise. Either way you fucking monkeys deserve extinction.\"\nThe keeper said this with a happy tone, as the tiger finished adjusting his camera and gave the thumbs-up. The laptop was nearby for the dog to start up the stream and connect it to the equipment, whilst the teen received a text on his phone.\n [i]Ernesto - howsit going, boy?[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - just getting things set up, we gonna snuff apes![/i]\n [i]Ernesto - nice. i had a good dinner, at your place now[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - wait, why my place?[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - your mom wants to learn more about horse anatomy~[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - shit...both you and clarence?[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - mhm, she's a great fuck[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - dude come on I can't get horny now![/i]\n [i]Ernesto - now boy, don't call me dude. you know to respect your elders[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - nnnngh...i-i'm working, please, save it for later[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - boy. if i'm dating your mother, what's that make me?[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - d...daddy[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - damn right. call this a test of self-control. i'll reward you later[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - o-okay daddy[/i]\nThe cat whimpered at all the thoughts of Ernesto in his home, fucking his family and drinking his soda. But he loved that dick, and he knew his mother loved that dick and so did Cookie his remaining dog. That thought alone of everyone in his house sharing the same cock made his pants tighter, as well as how often he screwed his pooch and made Laurence suck him clean. Regardless, he shook his head free and went into professional mode, adjusting the camera to get the best shot on the gorillas. The light then turned on, the stream booted up, and the dog stepped into frame.\n \"Good evening!\" she waved. \"My name's Abby DuPont, head zookeeper of the Medleyhill City Zoo. Thank you all for coming, now we've got a special treat for all you poaching enthusiasts. Here we have a silverback gorilla family, ready and waiting to give their bodies to your personal satisfaction. The father is Kuma, the mother is Zsa Zsa, and their little runt here is Impy. We'll start the bidding at $2000, the poll's open for two minutes so everyone get your votes in!\"\nSome muzak played over the room, a special song that Abby had piped in that every animal knew was the song of extinction. Kuma started to jerk himself off with anticipation, his chubby fat dick soon pumped up quick with a huffing snort, whilst his wife fingered her hairy pussy with one hand and kept her child cradled in the other. Impy tried to copy his father with a little fumbling round his infant cock, but was more hungry to nurse from his mommy with gulping sounds.\n \"Okay, polls are closed!\" Abby looked. \"Aaaand it seems like hands are coming off first so, Zsa Zsa, Kuma, show me your haaaands.\"\nShe grabbed a meat cleaver as the mother put down her child, who squeaked confused at why there was no more milk. The adults laid down like prisoners of war, their black nightly palms spread to the heavens as the dog put her boot on one arm to keep it steady. Laurence zoomed in and heightened the tripod to get a slightly-overhead view for the fateful chop, a crunching thunk of the heavy blade that cracked through the ape's wrist.\nZsa Zsa screamed in anguished lust, her panting howl rang through the room and her husband puffed his cheeks in eager excitement when he tried to sneak a little jerk-off during the dismemberment. But Abby whistled at him to keep his hands flat, then moved to the next limb with a foot on Zsa Zsa's arm and another brutal crack. The mother shrieked in hungry moans, her nerves sang a chorus of suffering that made her severed wrists burn like a deep liquid flame, as blood gushed profusely from both her stumpy limbs.\nShe rolled on her back and tried to finger her cunt with a mangled wrist, finding a bony outcropping to fondle her clit with as Laurence kept the camera on her, getting a good shot of her heaving form and the twisted bone where little nerves dripped out of her stumps. Abby then moved on to Kuma, who was desperate to keep pumping his little dick and barked a little impatient to get dismembered and over with, but still giving a cheeky smile from his hulking face.\n \"Ohhh someone's eager,\" the dog chuckled, \"well, the customers are also pretty eager, so let's get you CHOPPED!\"\nThe zookeeper wasted no time cracking down with a mighty slam, splitting the flesh apart as Kuma roared with a bass wobble. His large muscular chest rumbled in agony from the twisting snap of the hefty blade that split his bone apart, and severed his hairy wrist in a bloody smear across the sheet. DuPont then moved to the next one and drove down with her cleaver so hard, that it nearly bounced off the floor when she wrenched the second hand free, then picked up the twitching ape hands to show the camera.\n \"Each one of these will be hollowed out,\" she said as Kuma writhed and clutched himself in the background, \"For an extra $2000 each, these rare silverback palms can be yours with a personal monogram, and shaped either for armchairs or ashtrays. Now, let's move onto the next poll!\"\nThe muzak turned on again but with the new sampling of anguished ape screams throughout the stream, but the couple still managed to masturbate themselves with their severed wrists and jerk against the mangled bone. The child was still confused, and crawled over his mom wanting that sweet breast milk before she remembered and rolled herself back up, struggling to cradle her son without hands.\nLaurence captured the perfect shot of her whimpering joy, the infant in the crook of her arm who went back to sucking her teat, despite his legs turning bloody from his mother's crimson stumps. They would die within the hour without any help, they knew they would die in this room regardless of the choice which only made them even hornier. Then a text came from the tiger's phone, and the picture sent to him made his cock tighten.\n [i]Ernesto - your mom's a fast learner. so is her bitch pet.[/i]\nOn his screen was Ernesto's fat cock front and centre, with Laurence's mom sucking the head and Clarence the feral horse slurping down the shaft. Despite having only recently considered his own mother to be anything sexual, he had never been harder in his life and it took the greatest will to not fondle his pants.\n [i]TakeMyL96 - what the fuck!!!!1 how wha the fuck[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - her horse sucked me off and she got jealous[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - seriously??? dude, why you gotta make my mom so hot[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - cuz i'm yer daddy. showing my boy where whores belong.[/i]\n [i]TakeMyL96 - oh fuck. um, is cookie gonna clean that?[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - after i fuck both these whores' asses.[/i]\nThe tiger bit his lip with a tight breath, and slightly jumped when the muzak stopped and the stream continued.\n \"Okay!\" Abby rubbed her hands. \"Next up, you all voted for some good old neutering, the medieval style!\"\nThe zookeeper walked to her bench and took up a ghastly-looking claw with two hooked finger-bades, that slid on her hand like a steel glove. She whistled to the father who sat up and spread his legs, showing off his fat little wiener and dark balls that twitched with anticipation. The dog made sure to not obstruct the camera's view, whilst the ape did not resist the savage claws sliding against his taint. DuPont shanked him deep behind the scrotum as the father screeched, his teeth bared in full fangs whilst he kept his stumpy limbs stretched out and away.\n \"Since blood loss will be very rapid,\" said the dog, \"mods, feel free to set up the next poll before these two pass on. The little one we'll give the last send-off for our third choice, don't you all worry.\"\nThe labrador twisted through the back of the reproductive system, sawing through the flesh and avoiding the bone to slowly scoop out the entire crotch region. The black lump of skin was ripped out with a few tugs, along with a throbbing ape penis that spurted its last climax in elation. A few twists of the hook-claw would leave a gouged deep crevice similar to a hollowed pussy, from which Abby plucked out the trembling member with its hanging sack, and a tangled mess of nerves dangling behind in its wake.\nA pool of blood grew between Kuma's legs that trembled with agony, the little cum he had left in his body now mixing with the red to show candy-cane strips. With her bloody gauntlet, DuPont walked over to the mother next who also spread her legs to give her access, before driving beneath the crotch and ripping through half her birthing canal.\nHer stuttering cries excited the chat, as Laurence managed to peek over and see dozens of comments light up in frenzy. The donation drive was racking up to the thousands, and more than a few happy customers were crowing about their \"remote poaching\" as they called it. But his mind was still thinking back to Ernesto, in his home and in his mom, all whilst his pants started to form a damp spot.\nLooking back towards the action, he watched Zsa Zsa get eviscerated from her pussy, the birthing canal ripped clean out with both her ovaries in tow like a long pink python. It was a beautiful sight, long dripping blood slathered across the floor with a pair of egg-shapes hanging off the end, a rosy slug with eyestalks. The mother-ape howled in longing pain, her cunt quivering from its vicious prolapse to have its lips reversed, then plucked free from her cored-out cunt.\n \"Now these ones are special, \"Abby bundled up the reproductive organs into a cooler, \"these ones go for $4000 and will be specially taxidermied for our biggest donors, who wouldn't want their very own gorilla parts for...whatever you wish? Now let's see what the poll has said, and OOOOH! Full cranial dissection, very exciting, thank you one and all for the donations, it's thanks to you the zoo keeps going!\"\nHer last instrument of torture was a vicious-looking handsaw, a pizza-cutter with jagged teeth as she stepped up to behind the mother and began her work. DuPont grabbed a pair of safety goggles and then grasped the top of the head, sawing through the skull as Zsa Zsa trembled in blissful anguish. She clutched her baby tight who sucked her teat oblivious, though he was getting a small stiffy from the painful feedback and trembling gasps of his parents.\nThe dog zookeeper revved up the small motor in her handsaw, which made short business of the scalp and a crunching wet sound came loud to the camera. Gristly parts and bone shards spilled out over the floor and flecked off of Abby, who gritted her teeth and worked a circle round the dumb ape's head to finally pop off the top.\nThere they saw a beautiful quivering brain, a lump of twin jellies that oozed with delicious knowledge of a worthless primal species. From the table, DuPont brought out a second instrument that resembled an ice cream scoop, then dug in to hollow out the gorilla's head with a twisting grind of her wrist. Zsa Zsa trembled as she lost little flickers of light, her hopes, her dreams and memories of her family ripped out of her body in one beautiful scrape. She would not even remember her own son's face before she died, a frail lumpen body that her arms cradled before they would slump.\nOnce her brain had been scooped out neatly, her head dropped forwards with a lifeless expression whilst her son remained oblivious. Impy wanted milk and nothing else, suckling away with a voracious hunger before he was finally done, and gave a cute little burp before he looked up to his dead mother. He giggled at her strange face, then slipped a hand down to stroke himself whilst Abby put the monkey brain in a sealing tube, and moved on to Kuma.\n \"Ready for your turn?\" DuPont teased the silverback. \"About time you filthy apes got what you deserved.\"\nThe father agreed wholeheartedly, slamming his chest with his blood-stumped arms and rearing his head back to give her full access to it. Again the dog would scrape round the outside, the screeching saw carved a line that split the gorilla's hairs and revealed a watery blood-line that circled his scalp. Laurence received another text, and dreaded what he would find when he checked the camera was level, then pulled out his phone.\n [i]Ernesto - she's real good at this...tempted to see how long she lasts[/i]\nThe next picture showed his mother deepthroating that dick, her eyes rolled up and she was visibly choking. The bastard had timed this perfectly, knowing the son would not be able to respond as he put the phone to one side so he could see the conversation unfold.\n [i]Ernesto - you probably busy but i can say this[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - your mom's throat ain't as tight as cookie's that's for sure[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - now their asses, that's different. but i can make her tighter[/i]\n [i]Ernesto - if i choke her real good with my belt[/i]\nThe tiger clutched his mouth and turned away with an aching hard-on, so desperate to finish the job but his professionalism demanded he stay and work the camera. The howling crack of Kuma's skull pulled him back to the scene, as a hollow clonk of a skull-cap fell to the floor and rolled away before Abby scooped out the father's brain.\nAnother ape would drop dead without their memories left to care, the mighty silverback now a pathetic dribbling lump of fat as his hollow head was left shown to all the world. Another brain was popped in the tube, and soon it was Impy's turn, who was sat up on the floor between his parents' corpses, and given a special little saw for smaller heads.\n \"Say hi to the audience, Impyyyy,\" the dog chuckled, \"you pathetic little runt.\"\nDuPont wasted no time in cracking that skull open, ripping a line around the entire, softer head as the tinier ape screamed in panting anguish. He would not last as long, but his little cock sputtered its last orgasm on the spot when the skull was popped open, and the brain was scooped like strawberry sorbet to leave the last of his family dead.\n \"Thank you, everyone,\" the dog bowed and put her last trophy in its tank, \"your continued support is what makes this possible, for all our animals at the Medleyhill Zoo, are at your disposal, quite literally. Bye bye now!\"\nThe stream ended and she gave the signal for Laurence to stop, the tiger tapped a few buttons to make sure it was recorded and he stepped back with a happy sigh.\n \"You looked like you were having fun,\" the labrador winked, \"thank you for sticking around and also not opening your fly.\"\n \"Hahah, hah, yeah it was,\" the teen gulped and nodded, \"i-it was a real right. Sorry I got a call while filming, I did keep it on silent obviously, but I need to take it.\"\n \"Of course, of course, you kept your eye on the prize that's what matters. I can see why you won that award, you kept everything running perfect! Would you mind coming back for another job?\"\n \"Sure, yeah!\" Laurence hopped on his feet. \"Lemme take this call and I'll pack my stuff up.\"\nHe hurried to the nearest bathroom and shut himself in a cubicle to pull out his cock. It was going to be the fastest jerk-off session in his life, but Ernesto helped him plenty with his lurid words and that wondrous shot of his mother choking on that donkey dick. His mind burned too deep with desires, and in an almost-shameful twist of his stomach turning hot, he started to cum to the thought of Doris' last breaths on his \"daddy's\" fat meat.\nOnce he cleaned himself up and washed his hands, he headed back to the killing room and packed all his equipment, with Abby thanking him once more and giving him her card before he headed out and raced back home on the bus. Part of him was terrified, but another part of him grew achingly hard once more and it was winning with the power of lust.\n\nWhen he arrived at Summers Lane, Laurence took a deep breath and walked in with a confident step. Doris was not around, her car was gone and the TV was off which only meant she had left to go shopping.\n \"Hey mom!\" he called out regardless. \"You around?\"\n \"Hey, boy!\" Ernesto called from his mother's room. \"I knew you'd come, got a surprise for ya.\"\n \"U-uhhhh...really? Where's mom?\"\n \"She went out to the store, now c'mere and help me with something.\"\nA sigh of relief came from the tiger as he throbbed less, before walking to the bedroom where the sound of grunting heaves and a familiar panting whimper that made him stiffen up again. On his mother's rosy sheets, the donkey slammed his cock into a dalmatian's ass, whose paws tightened up in ecstasy and his tail wagged faster like a whip. Ernesto was ruthless, his dark balls smacked with such stinging slaps that a yelp escaped the pupper each time he hilted.\n \"O-oh, shit!\" Laurence gulped. \"U-uhh, hey!\"\n \"Hey,\" the mule panted, \"your dog got jealous, couldn't leave Cookie without his cream, yanno?\"\n \"S-s-sure, that uh, makes sense. Hoooow was my mom?\"\n \"Tight as fuck in both ends, but her pussy was looser than I thought. She's real active I can tell.\"\n \"Ohhh jeez,\" the teen fumbled with his crotch, \"you mind if I uh, watch?\"\n \"If your mom's fine with it, sure,\" Ernesto chuckled.\n \"I-i meant my dog, dude!\"\n \"Boy, I'm not your dude. What am I?\"\n \"D-...daddy.\"\n \"Good kitty.\" The mule looked back to him. \"Now, see that machine in the corner? Bring it over here.\"\nHe nodded towards a portable tire-pump, a rectangular box with an air hose slithering out that Laurence brought to beside the bed. He watched Cookie's face now wracked in pleasure, the dog's panting tongue splayed out on the bed with eyes rolled up as Ernesto kissed the boy's pet. The donkey dove his tongue into the dog's throat, giving sloppy kisses that drooled out their maws and made the teen throb harder.\n \"Ohhhh fuck your bitch feels good,\" the mule shuddered, \"got an ass like a spade, he been begging me to kill him all day.\"\n \"R-really?\" Laurence gulped. \"You really want that, boy?\"\nThe dog seemed to yap in agreement, staring up at his former owner with a playful sound and a throbbing erection between two bellies. Ernesto picked up the pace and fucked him harder to his climax, a snorting grunt as he filled up the doggy's hole and dripped cum onto the bed. Laurence couldn't take it anymore and pulled down his pants to start jerking, enraptured by the dominant mule's thick girth flexing into the spotty rump.\n \"Mmmmmhhh good puppy,\" the donkey kissed Cookie's nose, \"alright, now boy. Put the hose on his snout.\"\n \"Whatsit do?\" asked the tiger, slipping it on the dog's nose. \"Is it gonna gas him?\"\n \"It'll pump air in his brain and blow it out. You ever seen a shotgun blow someone's head off? It's like that.\"\n \"F-f-fuck...you really just gonna kill my dog, n-now?\"\n \"Yeah, he wants it, and he's a fucking inferior mutt, all ferals are, I told you. Now put it on three and watch.\"\nThe boy nodded and turned the machine on, putting it to medium as he watched Cookie writhe somewhat confused at the odd influx of oxygen shoved up his snout, making his lungs fill up with a coughing hack whilst something fumed in his brain. A light-headed sensation grew in the front of his skull, a cloudy thickness that bulged his eyes and swarmed over the back of his scalp, creeping tendrils of gas that scrabbled over his little doggy synapses.\nHis thoughts grew muddy and his penis trembled with the expectation of death, dripping thick pre on his pinkish belly whilst Ernie kept drilling his rear. Sloppy jizz sputtered out his hole as the mule grinned at the dog's inflating head, the eyes puffing a bit further and a whimpering sound escaping his throat. The donkey fucked harder, giving the mutt his last moments of being used as the pressure grew.\nA trembling shake went through Cookie's head, his ears pricked up with the sound of his own heartbeat and the muffled groan of his creaking skull. He felt the fractures growing as more air thickened on his brain, forced it down to make a small atmosphere that compressed his meaty hemispheres, parted them slightly like a blade of wind and what few thoughts he had started to disappear in the mist.\n \"Turn it up full,\" breathed Ernesto, \"all the way, say goodbye to your fucking mutt and watch his brains paint the wall.\"\n \"M-mmmmph...g-goodbye boy,\" Laurence kissed his pup, \"s-so hot to see you snuff it, f-fucking...whore.\"\nThe tiger turned up the machine to full blast, the hose shook with frenzy when a small tornado rippled through its tube and pumped straight into Cookie's head. A squeaking yelp was his last sound before a terrible creak, a fleshy balloon under his white-furred scalp that rumbled through their ears. Then the explosion, which made Laurence fall and hit his back against the wall with a shriek, his fur as stiff as nails when his remaining dog's head burst like a melon.\nThe donkey laughed in orgasmic thrall as he dripped faster inside, pumping the writhing body of a twitching dead mutt whose jawbone hung open, his tongue slumped across the bedsheets and the top of his spine stood stiffly on its own. The entire skull was now shrapnel embedded into the wall, white toothy fragments dotted above the bed with a rich coat of crimson all over the pillows. Lumps of grey porridge slithered down the wall that once held Cookie's memories of Laurence, the times he loved and spent with the tiger for most of their lives.\nNow his owner was jerking off to his death, the pet he had known for half his years now a headless corpse that jiggled in spasms of anguish, all to his new daddy's pleasure and himself. Ernesto came once more with the tightening squeeze of the dead mutt's ass, and so too did Laurence who grabbed the jawbone still attached to the neck, then pumped his seed down the open throat.\n \"F-f-fuck, FUCK, OHHH! F-fucking eat it you bitch, you f-f-fucking inbred bitch s-so glad you're dead!\"\n \"Thassit boy!\" chuckled the mule. \"Tell that bitch what he is and what he deserved all his life, fucking cocksleeve for anthro superiors.\"\n \"YEAH, YEAH, F-FUCK, COOKIE, OHHH YOU'RE A GOOD BOY, I WISH I FUCKING KILLED YOU SOONER!\"\nBoth anthros filled the dead mutt from each end, until their cocks stopped twitching and their slut soon followed, a headless beast whose legs slumped and knotted shaft pumped its last spurts. The teenager stumbled back and sat on the floor, his balls sore and his member throbbing from fatigue with a dizzy head.\n \"Sh-shit,\" he panted, \"he...you really did it.\"\n \"Sure did,\" Ernesto pulled out from the gaped dog's ass, \"you did good, boy. You'll make a great student.\"\n \"For...for what?\"\n \"My business in snuffing ferals. Not like anyone minds, but good work starts at home and god damn did you help.\"\n \"Th-thanks...daddy.\"\nHe blushed at his new master who patted his head and tossed aside the dog's corpse, before he bundled the sheets to put in the washing.\n \"You can take your bitch upstairs if you want, gonna need to clean your mom's room up.\"\n \"Were you legit about what you said before?\" the cat asked shyly. \"About choking her to death on your dick?\"\n \"Only if you want it,\" Ernesto grinned down at him, \"do you want me to? Ferals are one thing but snuffing an anthro bitch is another...she gotta want it bad.\"\n \"D-does...does she want it?\"\n \"She didn't struggle much, I can tell you that.\"\n\n\nTwo months passed since Cookie's death, and a little less than that when Laurence stopped fucking his corpse before he was buried in the back yard. Ernesto made a story about him turning sick with something, and how he was put to sleep peacefully with Laurence assisting, learning under his tutelage as an \"assistant ranger\" for various tasks.\nThrough his lustful influence, the donkey made the tigers his whores, with Doris getting fucked in the day and Laurence being railed in the night. She loved his charm and immeasurable knowledge on animals, between sucking off her stallion and pleasuring him in turn, whilst Laurence grew more eager to please his new \"daddy\" with any job.\nWith his guidance, Ernesto taught Laurence the ways of his trade in disposing of ferals, all of whom were eager to meet their fate at the end of his dick. Once again the zoo called for them for a little cleaning-out of an unwanted species, where Abby brought them to the reptile house for their next mission. A sweltering jungle surrounded them in an enclosed greenhouse, where scaled creatures slithered on branches and rolled through the mud in excitement for the new guests.\n \"So we got an expecting couple,\" said the black labrador, leading them through, \"but we don't want anymore of their filth skulking around since we're downsizing again.\"\n \"No prob,\" Ernesto reached his hand to a snake, \"how you want us to do it?\"\n \"Any way you want, long as you take it away with you.\"\n \"Not even for skinning?\" asked Laurence.\n \"Nah, skin's too rough for that. Just make sure nothing's left of them.\"\n \"I never fucked any reptiles, what're they like?\"\n \"Like any other feral bitch. But DON'T kiss them, these ones got poisonous mouths.\"\nHe looked back to Ernie who let the snake slide into his pants and fondle his dick. The donkey chuckled and opened his fly to show off the venomous red-and-yellow beast now deepthroating his dick, swallowing the whole girth with great care and nuzzling its snout against his balls.\n \"Aaaaaah hey there cutie,\" the mule throbbed in its gullet, \"I'm not snuffing you out today, sadly.\"\n \"You can if you want,\" Abby shrugged, \"we got plenty of the fucking cocksleeves.\"\n \"Well if you insist.\" He grasped the snake's body and pumped himself with it. \"Laurence, you good to set things up?\"\n \"Y-yeah, sure!\"\nThe tiger saluted like a dork before they stepped into the waiting exhibit. A section of the jungle house had been roped off for two komodo dragons to sit by themselves in a rocky clearing, large 10-foot long lizards surrounded by overhanging fronds with a dusty stream rippling past them. Laurence set up the camera whilst the zookeeper sat down nearby and pulled out a magazine to busy herself, and Ernie pumped the eager snake on his dick.\nThe serpent was completely docile, its sharp emotionless eyes a little softer in adoration to the superior male who throbbed a good glut of pre into the long belly. The komodos huffed in anticipation for their end, a pair of large 10-foot long lizards with sloped snouts and forked tongues. Their squat legs spread out on the rocks but the female was heavy with eggs to make her a roundish oval shape, as she struggled to crawl over and nuzzle Ernie's foot.\n \"Awww hey there cutie,\" the donkey rubbed her rough-shod head, \"you ready to die with your kids?\"\nThe reptile made a chuffing sound that rumbled in her hefty throat whilst the mule pumped faster in the snake's throat. It was hard to strangle a snake, but he found a way by grabbing its body in both hands, and then twisting it hard like a towel. The snake hissed with a violent shriek as its spine turned into a coil, the flesh cracked apart and its organs stretched in opposite directions, but it never extended its fangs in reverence to its master, no matter how much agony it endured.\nOnce the camera was rolling, Laurence sat down with the father komodo who nuzzled the furry hand. The feral kept his poisonous mouth closed out of respect, then lifted one back leg to show his scrungly pair of hemipenes, two twisting coral strands of thorny-bumped dicks that felt like a wet carpet to the tiger's grip. The beast shuddered at the warm fingers that poked around his genital slit, felt up the squishy drip then stroked down the knobbly bits.\n \"You wanna get fucked, dude?\" he asked the komodo. \"Roll over like a good doggie bitch.\"\nThe dragon hissed happily and did just that, laying on his back with legs spread out and showing off his two cocks joined at the base. His cloaca puffed beneath the shafts as Laurence laid on top of him, trembling with excitement at his first reptilian feral. He was strangely cold, much more than the cat expected as he shuffled down his pants and aimed his throbbing meat into the tight scaly hole. The lizard croaked with a pleasant sound as the tiger wormed his way in, stretching the lukewarm depths that clenched on his warm-blooded meat.\n \"Hoooly shit,\" the teen gasped, \"feels so weird, but kinda mmmmph!\"\n \"My favourite are the snakes,\" Abby kept reading nonchalant, \"let them crawl up my womb and stay in there, sometimes they just die in my cunt if I leave them there too long and I have to pull them out but it's what they deserve.\"\n \"Sure do.\" Ernie snapped the serpent on his dick. \"This one died pretty easy, fucking pathetic.\"\nWith a cracking wrangle of the bone, the donkey rolled the back-end of its body to a violent 180-degree bend, forcing the spine against itself before he pulled the dead snake free and tossed it aside. He hadn't even cum yet, but he was dripping enough on the ground for the komodo mother to lick up the taste and get eager, her cloaca puffing out between her legs with a hungry drip.\nShe rolled onto her back with a gurgling noise, a herculean effort with her gravid belly when Ernie bent down and stroked around her juicy cunt. His fingers slipped inside as the dragon rasped in pleasure, the anthro's touch so pleasant to her death-starved body when he dove in deeper to scratch at her walls. With his other hand gripping her leg, he kept her steady as he stretched her cunt and scrabbled his fingers around her depths to reach for her womb.\nA painful snarl escaped her when he dug his full hand in, forcing the cunt wider than ever before it sucked round his wrist and sealed itself tight. The donkey found her eggs, smooth and slippery stones that he grasped one of and pulled back out with a firm wrench that ripped at her cuntlips. The komodo barked with a painful shudder, then gave a strange rumbling sound at the sight of her egg in the palm of Ernie's hand.\n \"Look at that,\" he said, offering it, \"this coulda been a cutie that saved your species. You coulda done something about it. But you don't give a shit, do ya? You know your fucking place like every cunt feral that ever lived.\"\nHe tightened his fingers with a trembling crack, his thumb stabbed through the shell and the rest of the egg crumbled with an explosion of yolk. All across the mother's face, albumen sprayed on her gasping face as she flicked her tongue faster in bliss from the abortion. Egg shells slithered off Ernesto's hand as a small meaty string was seen crushed in his fingers, a scaly worm of an unborn komodo with its pink eyeless head.\n \"Fucking good riddance,\" he slapped the fetus down on her belly, \"now let's get the rest of your runts.\"\nThe dragon spurted with elation at her dead child, before Ernie shoved back in her and grabbed for the next egg. Laurence was also enjoying a scaly hole with the komodo father, who groaned at the teen's cock slapping balls deep in his rear, while his twin shafts dribbled out a hefty glut of pre. The tiger savoured the body, like fucking a corpse that responded to him which briefly made him wonder what sex with a zombie would be like. He was half-tempted to give the beast a kiss, but recalled Abby's warning and instead grabbed the beast's throat to choke him a little.\nChoking any reptile was a great effort with their powerful necks, but it made Laurence try harder as he dug his thumbs against the larynx's general region when he clapped his balls against the cloaca. The grinding of his shaft heated up the father's insides, who rasped with a buck of his lower body to feel every inch of that youthful spear. His tongue flicked out to taste both their arousal, his belly rumbled and his double-dicks spurted on his scales with each smack of Laurence's plums.\n \"O-ohhh fuck...ohhh shit you feel good, I wanna fuck your family dead.\"\n \"Go right ahead,\" DuPont flicked through her zine, \"damn Shelley Meredith got caught drunk-driving again, bitch get off the pole already.\"\n \"NNNNGH, HAAAAH, y-you want me to...f-fuck one of your kids inside ya?\"\nThe tiger was incensed as he motioned to Ernie for one of the eggs. The donkey ripped out a second one as the mother shrieked in a trembling pant, then tossed the egg over to his assistant who cracked it on the ground, and pulled out a dripping little fetus that made the father purr in glee. He wiggled his legs like a puppy and begged for it harder with a thumping tail, when Laurence pulled out his dick and shoved the unborn lizard into the cloaca.\n \"Heh, kinda like you're getting a womb too,\" the teen gasped, \"get that bitch in there and die like your wife.\"\nHe stuffed his length back in the komodo's ass, crunching his unborn son into a ball of meat that squirmed out into his guts, making a fleshy wrap for the anthro's spear that fucked him harder. The father croaked with stronger bucking pumps, his two halberds spurted faster to make a small puddle round his belly when he felt the hatchling's bones twist inside of him. Raking scars formed in his cloacal passage as the pain grew thicker from the anthro's lust that punched in the child, until it was a fleshy lump.\nErnesto pulled out a third egg that he cracked and smashed on the mother's belly, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and a final seventh one with her belly deflating from each extraction. With each slam of an unborn child on her stomach, she was covered in thick yolk and streaks of baby meat that made her pussy throb in elation, when she came in a hard spurt of scaly juices all over Ernesto's arm. The donkey smirked as he kept fisting her womb, bruising her insides when he punched harder to try and rip through the fleshy balloon.\n \"Howsit feel, whore?\" The donkey chuckled. \"Feel your whole species dying out at last, your entire filthy bloodline all over my fist?\"\nThe beast cried out in rapture and chuffed a pleading noise to be ruined, trying to inch herself down and impale herself on the hairy arm. Ernie gripped her throat with his yolk-covered hand, fresh with the remnants of her children who made a cute corpse pile on her tummy. His other hand drove deep and tore her womb open, then grabbed a fistful of organs that he ripped out in one vicious jerk. The dragon screamed loud through their ears as her guts were twisted free from her cunt, a long stream of blackish-purple intestines that wrapped round Ernesto's fingers.\nUnravelling the spool of guts, the donkey used both hands to roll it in his hands and eviscerate her lower body, then dumped them on the komodo's belly before he shoved in to grab the next set of organs. Kidneys, liver, bladder, a shiny set of flesh-pebbles were plucked free from the dying beast, who writhed in a desperate frenzy as bloody spurts came gushing from her gaped cloaca. Her body felt hollow, a shell of agony that throbbed in unrelenting suffering that only made her hornier. Ernesto went back in for thirds and found her stomach, then ripped it free with a stretching tear and left a thick trail of greenish acids all oozing from her cunt.\nHer last moments would be full of cock, when the donkey crawled on top of her and proceeded to rape her eager body. The splitting of her cloaca was the last trembling pain she felt, her head slumped on its side with tongue splayed out as the mule whapped his balls on her cunt. Two pairs of clapping sounds filled the exhibit as husband and wife were ravaged by their superiors, to which the male komodo came from the sight of his slaughtered wife and children.\n \"MMMMPH, FUCK!\" the equine shuddered. \"Got a good cocksleeve once all the bits are out.\"\n \"Glad to hear,\" the zookeeper kept reading, \"saves me a lot of cleanup work.\"\n \"He really begged for it,\" panted Laurence, \"shit I wanna fuck more of 'em.\"\n \"Take a few snakes if you want, they're not going anywhere but hell.\"\nThe two workers humped away into the lizards, and while Laurence was not successful in strangling the komodo, he was giving it all he got with bucking slams of his orange hips. Finally he would come with a shuddering moan, filling the reptile with thick mammal seed as the feral came with him, tightening up his cloaca and spraying his milk all over himself.\nThe tiger then grabbed a nearby rock and took matters in his own hands, not wanting to disappoint his daddy when he beat the lizard to death. He smashed the dragon's brains and crunched his jaw with heavy thuds, and never stopped once until the beast stopped moving forever. Blood sputtered with each slam, a greyish water filled out from the splitting skull until the teen was satisfied, and he pulled his wet dick out of the used cloaca. Ernie finished up with his whore when he flooded her cunt with a hefty glut of jizz, gushing a rich white pond out of her hole.\n \"Mmmmmph, fuck,\" he sighed with relief, \"god damn I love doing this job.\"\n \"You do a good service,\" Abby closed her magazine and stood up, \"alright, are you done?\"\n \"Sure am, clean me up before we stop, boy.\"\n \"Y-yes, daddy!\"\nLaurence crawled forwards as Ernie pulled out of his bitch, offering his blood-drenched shaft for the tiger to suck clean. The boy swallowed halfway down, struggled a few seconds with a coughing gag, then managed to go a little further and choked on the meaty plums before he swirled his tongue round the pole, then popped it from his mouth.\n \"Good boy,\" he stroked the tiger's head, \"you're as good as your mother thanks to all the training.\"\n \"Th-thank you, daddy,\" the teen whimpered gladly, \"fuck you taste good after snuffing a bitch.\"\n \"One day that bitch'll be your mom, and we'll see how good a boy you are then.\"\nThey packed up the camera and helped dispose of the reptiles, carrying them off to be tossed in a dumpster at the back of the zoo with various other disregarded beasts. Abby waved them goodbye with her thanks, before the two drove off back home.\n\nBy this point, Ernesto had now fully taken over the Lebowskis' home, sitting on a sofa another month later with two tongues dragging over his dick. A few missteps to goad the mother into being watched by her son, which brought her to her knees beside Laurence and now shared the fat equine length with her son. The taste was insatiable, their rough-hewn tongues tickled him in just the right ways as Laurence nursed the head, and his mother sucked his balls.\n \"Mmmmmm god damn,\" the mule sighed, \"this is the fucking life.\"\n \"You like that, daddy?\" the teen slurped round his head.\n \"You damn right, you learned from your mother good.\"\n \"Heehee, he's a natural!\" Doris smacked her lips on the sack. \"Got all the best parts from me!\"\n \"His ass felt as tight as yours too,\" Ernie shuddered, \"fuck...I think today we get to do some house cleaning, before I nut again.\"\n \"Ooooh yeah?! My sweet Clarence getting to go to the big stable in the sky?\"\n \"Mmhmm, your fucking feral bitch gets what he deserves while I rail you.\"\n \"C-can I clean you up after?\" panted Laurence. \"Please, daddy?\"\n \"Course you can.\" The donkey stood up. \"Boy, grab the drainer, meet me out back.\"\nThe adults walked to the stable out back, where Clarence waited with an eager snort and trampled his hooves around the dry mud. With a shake of his head, he nuzzled Ernie's belly and went straight for the dick, sucking him with a thick tongue and long snout that made the anthro sigh in bliss, whilst Doris kept sucking on his nuts.\nLaurence came out with a vacuum-like machine that had a long rubbery horse, which he brought up to the horse's rump and on his master's commands, shoved it into the black donut with a muffled whinny from Clarence. The boy was used to this procedure now, putting it on half-power as the vessel wormed its way inside and crawled forth like a dreadsome worm, sucking up parts of the horse intestines that were slowly ripped from their moorings.\nThe beast shuddered with discomfort as he kept sucking his superior, having learned how to curl his tongue around the length and keep his chompers away from the flesh. Much like his owner, he was easy to train as Ernesto's new pet, the mule thrust in his snout whilst the drain hose sucked out his guts in a wretched slorp. Laurence was fascinated at its hunger, whilst his mother kept sucking Ernie's balls and watched her stallion grow fully erect from his internal execution.\n \"Gooood bitch,\" the horse chuckled, \"just let it happen...suffer for me like all you cunts deserve.\"\n \"Mmmmph, god,\" Doris whimpered, \"can't believe you gonna just...k-kill my sweet boy.\"\n \"You wanna join him? Make sure you ain't lonely.\"\nThe mother trembled just like her son did at the thought, too horny to think straight on self-preservation. Likewise her horse was the same, despite the creeping death of the suction snake eating away at his intestines as Laurence gazed upon the gulping drain. Organs twisted down its powerful length, meaty squelches and bloody drool trickled out the anal pucker with each swallow of the machine.\nSearching through the horse's innards, the long tube was fed into Clarence by the teenager as kidneys were ripped out, the liver was devoured and the bladder was scrunched up into a ball that popped right down into the metal beast. It hungered for more as it ravaged the insides, sucking out all the stomach lining with a voracious churn with the sound of a meat grinder. Clarence screamed on Ernie's dick, making it vibrate harder as the mule grabbed the horse's ears and slammed to the hilt repeatedly.\nDoris had to stop sucking with the balls smacking in her face, instead crawling over to the throbbing feral cock that drizzled with cum for the last time. She sucked his head gratefully, receiving the horse's milk with whorish sounds whilst her son jerked off nearby. Clarence pushed back against the deathly hose, impaling himself fully with a trembling neigh whilst he was throatfucked eagerly, feeling his end come close with a shudder in his lungs. All the while the machine rattled with such force, it pleasured his anal tunnel and beyond like a vibrator .\n \"N-nnngh, fuck,\" Ernie gritted his teeth, \"do it, boy, whack it up high, let's snuff this fucking bitch.\"\n \"Y-yes, YES!\" whimpered Doris, sucking the horse. \"Snuff him good, son, k-kill my sweet Clarence!\"\nIncensed by his mother and master, the teenager turned the dial up and watched the machine shake faster, desiring more flesh as it ripped out the lungs and tore out the bronchial tubes, suffocating the horse without air. The farmbeast bulged from his eyes and his nostrils flared with a heaving shake, struggling to hold on and keep his superior pleased. Then his heart was crushed like a grape, a throaty burst of blood sputted out his face and dripped down on Ernesto's shaft.\nBut the vacuum lance was not yet finished, and the horse's last thoughts struggled to keep him standing when Doris felt him about to topple, and quickly backed out from under him. With one last tremendous pulse of hot white, the stallion shrieked his death-climax when the hose stabbed up through his throat, and punched straight into his brain with a monstrous crack. Just above his left eye, a funnel raged with hunger when they watched bits of brain and bone swallow everything around the wound.\nErnesto came down the horse's throat, his final offering before he pulled out and watched the beast collapse on his front legs. His eyes stared blank with one of them squeezing out of its socket, then the screaming mouth of the hose sucked the ball right in whilst all of its brains were churned down into a slop. Doris pumped her cunt at the death of her beloved, whose large twitching corpse kicked up the mud around him, and his large cock spurted its last with a cummy puddle.\n \"O-o-ohhhh s-sweet lord,\" the mother whimpered, \"c-can't believe this, he...he's really...mmmmph.\"\n \"See why I love it so much?\" Laurence turned off the drain machine. \"Feels good snuffing out a beast.\"\n \"God damn it is...ohhh, fuck I can't take it, Ernesto please!\"\n \"Is today the day?\" The donkey bent her over Clarence's body. \"The day I put you to rest as well?\"\n \"Y-yes, yes, anything, just please F-FUCK ME!\"\n \"Heh, can do.\"\nHe pulled down her pants and grinded his dick against her cunt, shivering in bliss when he slammed himself in and felt her wondrous stretch. Laurence pumped himself up and gingerly approached, offering his dick to her as she swallowed it whole in the peak of lust.\n \"OHHH, m-mom!\" The teen humped her face. \"F-fucking, fucking yes you whore!\"\n \"That's right boy,\" the donkey panted behind her, \"fucking cunts deserve only two things. Death and dick.\"\n \"Y-you...we gonna kill her?\"\n \"You want it, slut?\" He brought out a wire and put it against her throat. \"Just say yes. One little word...I give you the best and last fuck of your life, while you choke on your son's dick.\"\n \"Mmmm...h-hhhh!\" She pulled back and slurped across Laurence's meat. \"F-fucking...kill me. Rape me good with that donkey dick, a-and Laurie...use me all you want like you did our puppies.\"\n \"Fuuuck yes,\" he grabbed her head and shoved it back down, \"I'm real glad that, m-mmmph, those were your last words you fucking bitch.\"\nThe males spitroasted her with heavy claps of their balls, savouring her sloppy warmth as Ernie wrapped the wire round her throat. He was slow and careful, tightening a few inches every few thrusts to gauge her willingness and always giving her a chance to back out. But she never did. She bobbed her head on her son's meat and slobbered on his nuts, ravenous to die and eager to serve with her tail raised up and pushing back against Ernesto. The last motions of her long-time pet went still beneath her at last, her hands rubbing along his now-emptied belly.\nWith each pump of his fat cock, Ernie tightened the wire round the mother's throat, slowly but surely strangling her until her eyes quivered much like her stallion's had. The aching death, the suffocating line that pushed on her larynx made her think for a brief second to have him stop, like all the other times he choked her a bit too much. But his cock felt too good this time, and Clarence looked so happy in his death. Was it truly so bad to die serving a superior like this?\nShe said nothing, and fought the instincts of self-preservation with all her spirit still remaining. The strangling clench of the garotte darkened her skin, her breath turned short on her son's dick while his hand gripped the back of her ears. A whimpering purr escaped her as her eyes rolled up, turning raspy by the second despite how deep she bobbed on him. Her pussy clenched in rapture, choking the cock of the one who would kill her, whose hands twisted against her neck until the wire split her flesh.\nBlood dripped down and Laurence felt her struggle, the straining of her pupils excited him too much to hold back as he snarled and pumped his seed down her throat. The last thing she tasted was her son's semen, and the last thing he felt was his mother's breath in the same moment. Her hands fell limp, a teeny crack could be heard when her larynx was severed, and a spasm ran through her back causing Ernie to cum hard.\n \"MMMMMPH, f-fuuuuuck yes.\" He shuddered from his prize. \"Fucking snuff it you whore...good riddance like your pet.\"\nHer last actions would be to please him, when her cunt tightened in its death throes and sucked him of his remaining seed. His balls set flush against her puss, and he rolled his hips to make sure every inch was sated when he dumped his load in her still womb.\n \"Sh-shit,\" Laurence stammered, \"she...i-is she-\"\n \"Yep.\" Ernesto pulled the wire off her. \"Dead as your fucking mutt, both of them.\"\n \"D-dude...d-daddy...you really killed her.\"\n \"I don't half-ass my work, boy. Now what do you say?\"\n \"Th-...thank you,\" he blushed with a terrible grin, \"she felt...really good on my dick.\"\n \"Like all whores do,\" the mule pulled out, \"now clean my dick and help me drag her inside, don't want folks seeing her out here since killing ferals is one thing but...anthros are another.\"\n \"Did we really...do a crime?\" The boy asked.\n \"To most folks, yes.\"\nHe pointed at his shaft which Laurence gladly cleaned, sucking all of his mother's juices clean from the studly flesh, before he helped his new daddy carry Doris inside and out of view. With no one to stop him, Ernesto had a new house and a new pupil, as well as a fucktoy still good for a few days before it would have to be disposed. But Laurence was happy despite his orphaning, he nuzzled against Ernesto's belly with their feet propped on his mother's corpse, while they watched another film they made of someone else's dog being snuffed.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "On a quiet cul-de-sac on Mulberry Drive, Laurence was entering a new world of sexual bliss. The tiger teen sat on a leather couch in someone's living room, his legs open as the TV showed a recording of a strange convention. His own voice muttered from the film as the camera's view thronged between dozens of people, where anthros of all ages talked with each other whilst showing off their own feral pets.
Canines and felines stroked their birds, fed their four-legged counterparts and showed off cool tricks that they could do. None of this was new to Laurence half-watching this, but what was new were the two boys sucking him off. His pink-white humanoid cock throbbed 6 inches from his blue shorts as he laid back his orange-furred head, whilst wearing a black tank top and baseball cap.
"Mmmmm yeah...you boys thirsty for that milk, arentcha? Keep it up and I'll give you all the milk you want."
"Mmmm, mmmm, taste sticky!" squeaked one voice.
"The stickier it is, the better it tastes, just keep sucking baby."
"Ahm nah a baby, ahm four!"
"Nnnnnngh, damn and you're already the best cocksucker I know, wish I'd fucked your little mouth in the crib."
"Whus fuuuukked?" asked another young voice.
"Lemme show ya."
Standing between his legs were two naked bear cubs, soft-furred brown brothers with large heads and twinkling eyes as they sucked over the throbbing prick. He grabbed one head and gently pumped into the boy's mouth, feeling the tight toddler throat and watching him choke slightly before pulling out and thrusting back in. His brother worked down the shaft and slobbered over the balls, lapping up the thickening pre and savouring that sweet salty scent of a hungry teen.
"Thaaassit...fuck...ohhh fuck, gonna nut soon, a-aaaah!"
"Mmmbluh, ah dun like nuts," said the boy sucking him off, "ah likes chocolate!"
"Ah like peanuts!" said his brother down below. "Crunch 'em good in mah teefs, mmmm!"
"Heh, don't worry," Laurence stroked their heads, "this isn't like, normal nut milk, it's like a-MMMPH, big man milk."
"You get milk from nuts?!" gasped one boy. "I thought you get 'em from goats!"
"You get it from guys too, you want my guy milk in your little tummy?"
"YEAH, is salty-good!"
The two became ravenous and slurped around the head, their tight little mouths and teeny tongues digging into all his most sensitive spots. The tiger gripped their heads with a shiver of rising lust, his bubbling pre turned thicker on their tongue as the children became ravenous. His balls clenched, and the toddlers watched his glans thicken before a tremendous shot of cum painted both their faces, and splattered in their open mouths.
"Haaaaaah! F-fuck, fuck yeah take all my jizz you little-mmmmph!"
"M-MMMH, aaaah!" One boy dragged his tongue across the head. "Mmmmm, soopah salty!"
"Ah wannit too!" his brother sucked the last drops. "Mmmhhhh, taste funneh!"
"You'll get used to it," Laurence sighed, "shit, that felt good, Ernie was right about tight holes."
"Who's dat?"
"My buddy, he's the coolest grown-up ever, he's coming up on the vid, c'mon and sit."
They sat up with him as he stroked their little cocks, giving them shudders of joy from their tiny stiff members whilst they groped all over his throbbing staff. The film had taken a while to start as Past-Laurence wandered around, showing the banners for PupCon that took place in a hotel lobby. At his feet were two feral dogs, a chocolate-brown labrador and a dalmatian who in the present was curled up on the rug nearby, dozing off in the warm summer night.
"Okayyyy so," Laurence in the vid looked around, "not sure how I'm gonna like, ask someone for a hookup, I dunno if there's like a thing you do or not? Sauce and Cookie are having fun though, arentcha boys?!"
The camera looked down to them as they looked up eager to their master, their wagging tongues and sparkling eyes full of excitement for all the strange new smells of other ferals and owners. Eventually an adult anthro donkey came into view with pale-grey hair and shaggy cropped hair that covered his eyes, while dressed in jeans and a white shirt with the Menhir Field Nature Reserve logo.
"Hey there," the grownup waved, "you got some real cute pups, bet they'd make a nice cookie sandwich."
"Hah, thanks!" Laurence waved back. "Actually one of 'em's called Cookie, this guy here."
"Awwww that's a good name," he bent down to rub the dalmatian's face and smooch both of them, "you here alone?"
"Oh yeah, my mom's cool letting me come here, she's kinda vanilla about that sorta thing but said I was old enough to do it."
"Nice nice, you looking for fun?"
"Yeah!" the tiger shook his camera eagerly. "I-i done stuff with my dogs before but not with someone else."
"Alright, come with me," the donkey beckoned them through the crowd, "what's your name, kid?"
"Laurence," the film followed after, "what's yours?"
"Ernie, but I prefer Ernesto, makes me sound more cool, you know?"
"Heh, yeah I get that, you work at the nature reserve?"
"Mmmhmmm, you ever been?"
"Nah, but it sounds cool, you get to do stuff with the animals?"
"All the time, cutie. You ever fucked a bird?"
"Nnnnnno?"
"They can't get enough of my scent," the donkey swished his tail as the dogs snfifed his rear, "come flocking to me every time to get a taste of my dick."
"Whussa dick?" asked one of the bear cubs watching on.
"The thing you're stroking," said Laurence in the present, "that's what grown-ups call it."
"Ah likes yer dick," giggled the brother, "taste funny."
"You can suck it more if you want," he stroked the boy's head, "go on, nurse on it like you did your mommy's tits."
"Okays!" The child slurped round the head and sucked him with a curious tongue.
"Does Cookie have a dick too?" the first cub pointed to the dog.
"All boys got a dick," Laurence winked at him, "I'm stroking both of yours, aren't I?"
"Can I pway wif Cookie's dick?"
"After the film, you gotta know what we're doing first and he's gotta get ready to meet your kitty."
They kept watching the TV as the camera moved towards a pleasant hotel room of dark red walls and a smooth satin bed lit up by cozy lamps. In one corner was a large swing with a body-sized strap and a toolkit beside it, as Laurence and Ernie sat up on the bed with both dogs, and the tiger put down his camera to get a full view for recording.
The donkey disrobed himself and slipped down his pants to show a fat semi-hard dick, a pulsing black length that rose up before his new friends whilst he pulled off the teen's shirt. He went straight for the boy's furry nipples and sucked them sweetly, causing Laurence to moan and arch his back slightly whilst his dogs sniffed over Ernie's crotch. Entranced by his scents, they lapped their tongues over his cock and balls that plapped with each slurp, as the donkey molested their owner with roaming hands.
"Ooooh," the first bear cub looked on, "dat's whut we did!"
"Sure did," Laurence kept stroking him, "you two make great cocksuckers."
"A-ah wanna suck more cock!" he pushed his sibling off the meat.
"MMRLKH, heeeey!"
"Hey-ey, don't fight," he gripped their shoulders, "there's plenty of my dick for you both, but you need to watch this part, it's getting hot."
"Damn you're a cute thing," Ernesto murmured in the film, "you want my cock in your sweet little boys?"
"Mmmmph yeah," said Past-Laurence, "fuck 'em good, they love taking dick."
"All ferals do, it's what they're made for. How hard should I fuck 'em?"
"Uhhh...h-how hard do you think?"
"Enough to break their ass in half." The donkey pulled up a backpack near the bed as the dogs kept licking him. "Lemme show ya something."
He brought out a series of pictures showing his dick deep in other pets, from dogs to horses to cats all in blissful ecstasy from tasting his shaft. By now he was fully erect, as was Laurence and the dogs who were dripping on the bed with peeking red nubs.
"Woah," the teen tiger jerked himself, "they all you?"
"Mmhmm," Ernesto stroked the dogs' heads, "I'm a trained pet-fucker and pet-snuffer, every one of them spent their night happy."
"That's fuckin' hot...why they got names and dates?"
"Memories. Now how about we fuck these little bitches together, kid?"
Laurence nodded eagerly and pulled Sauce close to him, before giving a hot kiss to his snout as the brown lab slobbered his tongue over him and the tiger turned him round to be in position for the camera. Cookie ended up with Ernesto, who pulled the dalmatian's ass close to him and gave him a deep-tongue rimming, exciting the dog who whimpered with a stiffened tail, and felt the swirling thick tongue pump into his ass with a drooling slurp that made his pink pucker drip.
The tiger wasted no time mounting his pet, groaning at the tightness that still remained despite his previous times with Sauce, who whined in pleasure and pushed back against him until their balls clapped together. Being only 6 inches, he was able to hilt his boy proper with eager smacks of their furry thighs, as his breath shook with excitement of fucking his pet in front of someone equally-lewd. But it was nothing compared to seeing his other pet get bred by Ernesto, whose well-hung uncut shaft was a sturdy 10 inches when the donkey popped his tongue out of Cookie's rear, then replaced it with his cock.
"Whuttaya doin'?" asked the cub on Laurence's left.
"That's called fucking," said the tiger, still stroking them, "you put your dick in someone's ass and it feels real good."
"Whaaaa? Why?"
"Cuz it feels great, I woulda fucked you both but we got other plans, plus I'd have to prep your asses first."
"Mistah Law-rents!" squeaked the cub on his right. "Mah peepee's funny!"
"Oh, you about to cum Raj? Alright let's get it."
He jerked him a little faster as Rajah the toddler squeaked, sputtering with a happy sound as his tiny cock throbbed with a strange new sensation of overwhelming heat, running through his legs and corrupting his mind with a fresh wave of endorphins. His brother, Matuuf, soon received his own first orgasm with a trembling whimper, smacking his head against the back cushions of the couch as he bucked his hips.
"A-AAAH, EEEEH!"
"That good, Matty?" Laurence snickered. "That's what cumming feels like, when you both sucked me and all my milk came out."
"Mmmnnaaaaah...but...wh-where'd mah milky go?"
"You're too little to make it yet. But you keep jerking off and you'll find out when you cum, I dunno how old you have to be."
"Da felt goooood," giggled Raj, kicking his feet, "can we pway wif Cookie now?!"
"Nooot yet," he tapped his little nose, "you gotta see what Ernesto did with my other dog."
The boys watched on with mild fascination, trying to process their first dry orgasm with all the warmth running up their bellies. On the film, Laurence bred his chocolate lab, humping away with increasing strength as the dog panted in bliss at his owner's drilling shaft. Cookie however was struggling to take the donkey dick, which Ernesto was careful with to let the dalmatian have time to stretch and adjust. But once he got fhe first few inches in, the spotted dog moaned in bliss at his walls gaping out proper. This was a much better breeding than Laurence could do, filling out his walls so nicely and grinding deeper in seconds.
There was some pain and discomfort at the thicker meat opening him wider, but Cookie whinged with eagerness for more as he knew his place well, until his prostate was crushed beneath the plump spear that soon grinded against his sweet spot. Ernesto gripped the dog's collar and pulled a little too tight, choking the mutt briefly each time he hilted to make his pleasure sing in tune with a brief suffocation.
It confused Cookie each time, but the waves of pleasure each time Ernesto drilled another inch deeper made him whimper too much to think about the danger, as the donkey trained his new pet to savour the lack of breath and the clap of his hefty sack. The mule gripped one leg and humped the dog faster, as the bed shook with his strength and Laurence beside him trembled at the thick lance stretching his boy.
"H-haaaah, aaaaah, sh-shit dude."
"You like what you see?" Ernesto chuckled. "Damn I know why you call him Cookie, he got an ass like a bitch's spade."
"Hah, hah, a-aaaah, fuck, he feel good on you?"
"Ohhhhh yeah...hope ya don't mind sloppy seconds, I wanna break your other mutt 'til he can't walk again."
"Woah...for real?"
"You think I can't?" Ernesto pulled Cookie's collar hard until the mutt choked. "You know why I put names and dates on all them photos? Cuz that was the last night for every bitch I used."
"W-wait...you mean," the youth kept humping away, "are you serious?"
"I told you I was a pet-snuffer. You don't know what that means?"
"Uhhh...n-no?"
"Gimme a kiss and I'll tell you what I do with feral bitches."
Ernesto waited for Laurence to make the first move, his smile so enchanting and his scent of thick male spice so intoxicating to all three of them. He couldn't resist even if he wanted to, as the tiger leaned close and kissed the adult with a shuddering breath. They fucked their whores harder who panted in bliss, their doggy dicks swelling a knot from their furry sheaths as the anthros put them in their place.
The donkey's tongue was thick and musky, slobbering inside Laurence's cheeks and making his legs tremble weak from such a dominant strength. The grownup smooched his lips and plunged his tongue into the back of the boy's throat, smacking against the palate and feeding him a thick drool that made Laurence moan. It was then that he came inside his boy, pumping Sauce's rear with a sputtering of rich creamy cat milk.
The teenager moaned into Ernie's throat, as the donkey swallowed his gasps of excitement as he soon came in turn to fill the dalmatian with his plentiful seed. Being older with heavier balls, he flooded Cookie so thick with cream that his belly swelled slightly and his rear dripped of a juicy white, whilst he kept fucking away to let Laurence see the gooey mess of his dog's rear.
"Haaaah, a-aaaaah, shit!"
"Mmmmm that's a good boy," Ernesto licked the tiger's face. "Howsit feel, fucking your pet whores with another male?"
"S-so...good," the boy gulped, "m-my heart's really going fast, I-i feel sorta sick."
"Take yer time, cutie." The adult pulled out with a sloppy drench of jizz. "Let's take a breather, let your mutts clean us up."
They laid back on the bed and let the dogs slurp their cocks clean, the canids still hard and throbbing with their knots flaring out their sheaths. All pet dogs were good at cleaning up, as their tongues slathered across the dripping shafts and slobbered their nuts until they were slick with doggy spit. During this, Ernesto showed Laurence some other pictures while they rehardened from the pets' pleasureful tongues.
"Here's one I fucked so hard he couldn't walk again," said the donkey, "but that slut came back for more every time I visited, crawled on her front legs to the door to let my dick drill her spade."
"Damn...what happened to her?"
"I fucked the life out of that bitch. Owner didn't mind, she was from the pound anyway, he only got her for dicking."
"I...f-fuck. You really killed a dog like that?"
"She wasn't the only one," Ernesto winked beneath his hair, "every slut I ever pounded went out with a smile, no matter how much it hurt them, they just beg me for more."
"Wait, every slut?"
"I can show you if you want." He pulled out an old coin. "Heads for one dog, tails for the other."
"Sh-shit...you really mean it."
His heart thudded harder until his stomach turned warm with sickly glee. He looked down to his two dogs who panted up at him with innocent joy, licking their lips in glee to get their rocks off soon. Whether by his lust or some inherent knowledge of their true place, Laurence nodded and watched Ernesto flip the coin. It landed heads, as he rubbed Sauce's head and motioned the dog over to the swing in the corner.
Laurence was surprised how eager his dog was to follow a stranger, whilst Cookie sat on the bed licking his ass clean of thick donkey cum. The teen turned the camera towards his new friend, who lifted the brown lab into the swing and strapped him down on his back, tying the dog's legs open as the mutt was strangely placid. He wagged his tail and kicked his limbs a little with a panting tongue, beaming with joy at his new user.
"Thanks for loosening him up," said Ernesto, lining up his dick, "gonna have to open him up a little more."
"Oh yeah," Laurence giggled, "you got a dick like a rifle."
"It's got a kill count like one too."
"Are you...really gonna kill him?"
"You can say no and I'll stop."
He smiled towards the youth as Ernie reached into the toolkit beside the swing, then pulled out a wicked knife that glinted in the lamplight. The tiger wanted to say something, his voice trembling with a hot shiver as his cock ached for more action. Cookie went back to licking him, wagging his tail whilst slurping up his owner's dick, and Laurence simply said nothing. He watched Ernesto stuff his pet, the labrador whimpered in bliss as his rear was gaped and his legs spasmed from the unusual position.
The donkey stuffed him to the hilt, savouring the pup's breaths and his trembling whine when he smacked his balls hard against Sauce's tail and drilled his used hole. The dog panted with his cock still throbbing, which made Laurence realise that Cookie hadn't come yet as he bent over to suck him off, slurping around the thick salty spire whilst gripping beneath the knot. The dalmatian humped on his side and dripped a thick pre into his gullet.
Ernesto savoured the sloppy seconds, whapping his nuts against the dripping hole whilst Sauce panted with his own pulsing meat, feeling the deep meat grind against his walls and squish his prostate enough to make his knot flare harder. The mule swished his tail in growing excitement, as he made sure the knife was in full view of Laurence's camera when he lowered it down upon Sauce's belly.
"You ready to die for me, boy? Want me to gut you like fucking cattle, get you nice and tight on my dick when you squirm like the fucking cocksleeve you mutts deserve to be."
The labrador panted with wagging tail, as if begging to be killed with little yaps and panting moans when he bucked upwards and and even sniffed over the blade. Laurence was astonished, he would have thought his pup would be scared but he only grew even harder with the threat of murder. Ernesto put the blade to Sauce's torso, just below the neck, and plunged in with a deep dragging carve that made the dog yelp in agony.
"F-f-fuck! FUCK!"
Laurence jumped at his pet's distress, when the knife carved down Sauce's front and stroked over his ribs. The flesh peeled apart like curtains which Ernesto pulled open to show the bloody ribcage and a wondrous world of organs twitching inside the gut, a soft yellow stomach with bloody stone-shaped kidneys and a rubbery liver to boot. The labrador howled in anguish as Laurence jerked himself faster, whilst sucking off his dalmatian who also seemed to hump faster in gleeful envy.
"Mmmmmmph, fuck yes," the donkey panted, "that's what your kind deserve, all you fucking feral sluts are good for is making my dick wet."
"Sh-shit, you're really, m-mmmrrrlk!" the tiger shivered between sucks. "You really doing it, you gutting my dog!"
"That a problem, kid?"
"N-...n-no...f-fuck I'm so hard."
"He tightened up real good. I'll let you use him after I'm done, but let's give him a good last ride."
The donkey kept thrusting as he saw his own cock squish into the bottom of the intestines, which he grabbed the base of and started jerking himself off with the slippery entrails to cum faster. With his other hand, he pulled out the least-important organs to watch the mutt suffer, twisting out the kidneys and tearing free the stomach as the dog shrieked in agonising joy. The camera watched a glorious spill of guts fly free from the mutt, as Ernie tossed out bladders and pieces onto the floor but left the heart and lungs twitching inside to keep his anguish prolonging.
The mule then grabbed the intestines and wrapped them round the labrador's dick, knotting them tight to let the dog fuck his own guts to death, as well as letting Ernie see his own cock pump into the body. With the intestines raised, the donkey saw his length grinding inside the cavity, so slick and supple with twitching spasms of violent splendour.
"C'mere," he motioned to Laurence, "come see your boy get me off...with his last...breaths."
The camera view picked up and moved closer towards the scene, getting the full view of Sauce eviscerated with most of his lower organs scooped out. The tiger watched in shivering excitement at his dog's death, the knotted shaft pumping through his own intestines with a leathery creak that drooled its juices down to the balls. With his last thrusts Sauce came at last, painting his own remaining organs with hot doggy cream that splattered over his ribs and drizzled on his lungs.
Laurence watched his beloved pet die in blissful suffering, to the whims of Ernesto who kept fucking the tight quivering hole that sucked him off in deathly spasms. Still he gripped the base of the intestines to pump himself to a climax, as the dog's orgasm milked him of his second creamy load funnelling into the writhing guts. Laurence watched the slippery serpentine organ twist in death, then turned his camera up to the beating heart that slowed down to a crawl. Then there was silence. His dog was dead, and he simply watched it happen.
"Fuuuuck yes," Ernesto pulled out and spurted his jizz on the mutt, "fucking bitch sucked me dry, you had a good pup."
"He...h-h-holy shit." Laurence trembled behind the camera.
"You liked it, huh? I can see you getting hard."
"I-i...damn, I...I-i-i never seen something die like that."
"Well now you have." The donkey wrapped an arm round his shoulders. "You got a pretty good eye on that camera...how's about I pay you for some extra work?"
"Wh-wha?" the teen stammered as the view went down to his throbbing meat. "What kinda work?"
"Be my camera worker. I only got so many hands and I wanna keep the memories. Watcha think?"
"Well...I..."
The film shut off completely, leaving current Laurence to reminisce whilst the two bear cubs stroked him idly. Their eyes were agape in fascination from the scene, even though they did not quite understand it.
"Sooooo whut happen to yer doggy?" asked Matuuf.
"He died," Laurence grinned, "got fucked in the ass so hard he died happy."
"Whut's died?"
"When you just go to sleep and never wake up again, but it feels good if someone fucks ya 'til you died."
"Mmmmmm otays," Raj nodded, "would Shammy likes being died?"
"Shammy?" the tiger looked to him.
"She's our kitty, look!"
He pointed to a furry grey lump that was peeking behind the TV. Laurence had never noticed the cat in all that time, but Shammy was a silver tabby whose tail flapped around in her half-lucid dreams, until Raj crawled over to give her a pet. She rolled on her back and let him rub her pale belly, giving a big yawn before she was picked up and scooted out in front of everyone.
"You wants to die, Shammy? Is real fun!"
"Well we gotta fuck her first," Laurence sat down with them, "didn't you wanna suck off my dog?"
"OOH YAH!"
The toddlers scooted over to Cookie still curled up nearby, as he looked up at the approaching cubs who rubbed down his pink sheath. The hefty balls were fun to fondle, their tiny hands dug around his hairs in just the right way to excite the dog, who rolled on his side to let them have full access. All their training had come to this, as they rubbed up his sheath and helped Cookie get hard with a little humping motion.
During this, Shammy had noticed Laurence with his cock out and ready before trotting over and jumping on the couch. The silvery feral purred and nuzzled across his shaft, tasting the anthro feline with a sandpaper tongue that made him shiver from the strange feeling. The rough texture of a domestic cat tongue was something he had not felt in a while, but he enjoyed it nonetheless as he stroked along her back and scratched his finger at the tailbase, her most erogenous zone that in turn only made her more horny.
"Gooood kitty," he sighed as she rubbed her face on his dick, "get all that scent, you want it bad dontcha?"
The cat purred louder with a soft mew of eagerness, as she lapped over his glans to get that sweet pre bubbling up on her whiskers. Her gentle white paws pressed on his thigh as she licked faster, turning more ravenous for that sweet anthro cock as the tiger kept fingering her tailbase. At one point he gripped her head and tried to fit his glans in her mouth, to which the cat gladly let him try and stuff it into her tight maw.
Her fangs scraped past the head and she choked with a happy purr, her eyes closed and she did her best to gulp or flick her raw tongue and help get him off a little quicker. But she more than anything loved the scent of his young and fresh masculinity, so strong and spicy as her tail kept lifted and her tight pussy twitched in eagerness. Laurence pushed her head down further to see how much she could take it, watching the cat suffocate with a growling gulp whilst her owners played with the cute doggy.
"You likes dat, puppy?" said Matuuf, jerking him off. "You wants a kissy too?"
Cookie panted and nudged closer to give the bear a sweet lick, his tongue slobbering across the cub's snout before the toddler opened his mouth and tried to suck the drooling tongue into his little throat. He was a terrible kisser, but so was the dalmatian who smacked his tongue around inside his little cheeks, whilst Rajah went down on that throbbing dick as deep as he could.
The boy choked of course, going too fast with a sharp cough before he let up and bobbed on the length more carefully. Hs hand grasped around the base to feel the knot swell up and throb with his heartbeat, before the salty cream dribbled down Raj's throat with each sucking gulp he made. More than once he forgot to breathe and had to pull the now-slimy rocket, before pumping his mouth on it once more to excite the pupper.
"MMmm, m-mmmmhhh!" the boy gasped like a teen whore. "C-cookie tasty!"
"Glad you like," Laurence facefucked the pet cat, "your bitch is pretty tight, but I bet my dog would love her pussy even better."
"Ooooh yeah?!" Matuuf pulled off the dog's tongue with a drooling chin. "C-can we do its!?"
"Sure, you wanna die on a fat dog dick, kitty bitch?"
He took his fat schlong out of Shammy's mouth who mrowled in delight, shaking her tail with such deadly desire that they all knew exactly what she wanted. She hopped off the couch and trotted over to Cookie, then nuzzled at his plump balls and licked across the sac with her rough tongue. The dog snorted a bit confused, then realised her needs when he sniffed towards her tight snatch and slurped across her holes.
Shammy moaned with her tail raised high and wanting, bending forwards to hike her rear and puff out her little cunt, as well as the tight tiny ring of pink above it that tempted him all the more. But her vulva dripped with such hunger that the more he licked, the more insatiable he grew as he readied himself to mount the much-smaller feline, who was only the size of the dalmatian's leg.
"Alright kids," Laurence sat on the floor and stroked himself, "keep your eyes on that dick and watch the show."
"Kitty gon die?!" squeaked Matuuf. "Dat good fer kitty?!"
"It's the only thing they're good for, like Mr. Ernesto said on the vid, remember?"
"Mmmmm yah! Kitty died good!"
"G'night Shammyyyy," Raj waved to the mounted puss, "I luvs youuu!"
With a few vicious jabs of his much-too-big meat, Cookie tore apart the pussy and made the cat screech with agony. Her legs buckled from the force of his savage humps, her cunt splti apart like a cherry as blood exploded all over his sceptre. A fresh crimson stream dripped off his balls when he burrowed hard, tearing Shammy wider and gorging her belly with a cock-shaped protrusion. She cried in ecstasy, her back legs collapsed and her shrieking howls filled the room whilst the anthros jerked off to her death, and Laurence took out his phone to get a good view of her ravaging.
She laid her head down and kept her rear up for Cookie to go deeper, stabbing her insides with a blunt huge blade that mashed her guts to a blackened stew. Blood shot out her mouth with each slam of Cookie's balls, the dalmatian panted in rapture at the tight stretching hole as bones cracked off the hips, her tail twitched to a dead stutter and her stomach gorged with a hefty pool of liquid. Her organs were mashed like a mortar and pestle, and the dog kept on fucking so deep that he managed to knot straight through her cunt and split her womb in half.
Her panting screams made Laurence cum as Shammy twitched in eager death, her cunt sprayed a luscious jizz upon her killer's sheath as Cookie kept pounding, reaching his own orgasm soon enough with a hefty flood of rich canine milk. The cat gurgled her last as she slumped fully on the floor, her legs lifted up and her eyes unfocused in the misty rime of death. The little bears had learned to jerk themselves off and were reaching the second dry spurts of their lives, whilst their little pet cat became a rag of meat on the dalmatian's shaft.
"Hellll yeah, Cookie," Laurence pumped himself faster, "you want that cum, or should I give it to the boys?"
"I WANNIT!" Raj piped up.
"Nooo you hads it!" squeaked Matuuf. "I wannit toooo!"
"Alright alright," the teen shuffled close to his dog, "let's share it, alright? You share your pets to be snufftoys, I share my milk for all of you."
He jerked himself in front of Cookie's face and soon managed to pump his jizz all over the mutt as well as the two toddlers. All three of them slurped it up gladly, with the last few sputters drenched upon Shammy's dead face to give her a good send off. Cookie stopped cumming and then tried to pull out, the mangled cat now so ruined that when he wrenched himself free, a bloody pool filled out beneath him when he ripped the organs out.
Wrapped around his knot were kitty guts and a shredded womb, along with a few other organs now smeared across his fat dick that formed into meaty lumps. Bloody-white jizz dribbled from his spear as a kidney slipped off with a plap, and Cookie looked up with a happy panting grin which Laurence patted.
"Goood pup," he smiled, "alright kids, time for bed, cuz I know you two are tired and I sure fucking am."
"Mmmmmm," Matuuf yawned, "otaaaays."
"Whudda we do wif Shammy?" Rajah poked the dead cat.
"I'll deal with her," the teen fiddled with his phone, "she'll be somewhere real special, just gotta let my friend Mr. Ernesto know."
After he sent the vid, he scooted the boys upstairs to their bed whilst Cookie sat down and licked the meat off his shaft. Shammy laid with a belly almost on the edge of bursting, her face twisted in a painful grin for those last good moments of her life.
About six miles away, Ernesto received a message while he drove down Summers Lane in an old station wagon. The thumbnail of the vid was tantalising, but he saved it for later since he was currently sitting beside a middle-aged tigress with wavy brown hair, who wore an office skirt and a beige blouse.
"Thanks again for the help," said the donkey, "that li'l guy loves me too much but he's a real handful."
"It was quite a start!" the lady giggled. "Flew right into the window, damn hear hit my supervisor's Mac, caused a real flutter!"
"Yeah, parrots love to cause problems," he looked in the back seat where a covered cage sat, "I'll get him back to the reserve no problem."
"That must be goshdarn amazing, working with ferals, seeing all their little particulars an' such, you must love 'em a lot dontcha?"
"I sure do. I love them too much, that's the problem. Why don't I treat you to some dinner, just to say thanks for today?"
"Awwww, ya don't have to," she waved her hand.
"No no, one good turn deserves another, I insist."
"Well...if you say so, thank ya Mr. Ernesto. I got a horse out back, name's Clarence, he's like a brother to me if you wanna see."
"I love horses," the mule turned his ride around the corner, "course I'm biased, we're practically family."
"Hahaha, well he'd be more than happy to see a nature reserve guy, say Tuesday evening?"
"It's a date."
He drove up to her house at the end of the road, a dead-end street that reached out to the farthest suburbs where wide open spaces reached into the countryside. The driver could see a small stable behind a comfy two-story house with sloping roofs, a garage to the side and cookie-coloured walls. The tigress stepped out and waved him goodnight, before Ernie took off and drove to a quiet alley.
"Alright, the coast is clear." He pulled up the cage to the passenger seat. "You did real good, Flo. Now you get your reward."
He whipped off the cover to reveal a monk parakeet, a beautiful melon-green parrot with a faded orange beak and gorgeous tail-feathers. She was a perky bird around 10 inches high as she jumped on the donkey's hand to be carried out and towards his face.
"I know you been eager for this, you dirty bitch," he smooched her beak, "now what you say?"
"Rape me, BREHK, raaaape me goooood, WHEET!"
"That's a good girl."
The mule spread his legs and let her walk down his thigh, where the parrot grabbed his zipper and pulled it down with her beak. She plucked the jeans open to reveal his cock, a fat sausage that flopped out before Flo where she nuzzled all over the thick length. She tried to open her beak and flick her tongue across the skin, but she was much too small to get a grip round his thickening girth.
She knew what they both wanted though, as the parrot turned herself round and presented her sweet fluffy cloaca to her master, before rubbing it against the rising pillar that reached the size of her body. She felt his throbbing ache and heard his luscious moans, her claws gripped at his denim pants and her sweet beady eyes looked up to him.
"Rape, RAPE, rape me good mister!"
"Are you suuuure, baby?" Ernesto teased with a prod of his glans. "This thing's gonna turn you into a cocksleeve, like all you fucking beasts deserve."
"All we deserve, BREHK, all fucking beasts, rape me good, rape us good and DEAD!"
"Fuck yes...you know just what to say to get me drooling."
The donkey licked his lips and grabbed her firm with one hand, then lined up his cock towards her puffing hole that begged to be ruined so eagerly. She made panting cheeps in a submissive urge, her tail fanned with intense arousal as the hot anthro meat shoved into her rear and forced it wide. The parakeet yelped with a screeching sound, her legs forced wide and her little rump stretched to bursting.
She was terribly fragile, like all birds were with their hollow bones and soft meats that Ernesto savoured as he slammed hard through her gut, ripping her intestines free in one cleaving thrust that turned her whitish-green belly to a dark bloody violet. Her body writhed in anguish as she flapped her feathers free in rapturous pain, whilst the donkey gripped her belly and punched through her stomach with such force that blood shot out her beak. The crack of her hips signalled the end as her legs turned limp, and she was soon impaled upon her master's shaft.
"REEEEEHHK, REEEHHK! R-RAPE GOOD, RAPE GOOD DEAD!"
"MMMMMPH, MMMNNNGH, f-fucking slut, ohhh so glad you fucking sluts know where you belong, gonna fuck your race extinct you worthless featherbitch!"
The longer he fucked, the more strangled she sounded as her lungs were squished beneath the prodigious girth. Her little parrot heart beat rapid like morse code, as her cloaca gushed with a crimson fountain all over her killer's shaft, thickening lubricant that eased his passage through her tight broken guts. Her belly started to pull open, the ribs poked out of her feathers and with one last screech, her throat split open to reveal that throbbing flaring head.
"Ohhhh FUCK!"
With a few last pumps he snapped off her head, punching it from her neck to dangle off the side of her body from the few broken vertebrae that still clung to her spine. His cock was now free to go through her entire body, where writhing twitches and fiendish spasms milked him in her last deathly throes. Flo's mind was overwhelmed with an anguished euphoria, her birdy cunt squirting a hefty jot of parrot jizz to mix with her oozing blood that smothered the donkey's crotch.
Grabbing her with both hands, Ernesto jerked himself with the fresh bird corpse and pumped his whole length with her, his glans popping out of her severed throat each time he drove her snatch to the hilt against his plums. The hot sticky webs of scarlet and milk drizzled all over his crotch as the bird turned quiet, her eyes glassy and her beak hung open with a breathless sigh when her lungs were ground into paste. As her head swung to and fro from its broken neck, she stared at Ernesto who masturbated faster with her body, pumping harder with sputtering shots of thicker cream building up around her neck wound.
Finally he did, on the very last second her brain was still alight with any neurons left to comprehend her death. She felt a warm flood of cum fill her when Ernie pulled back to fill her corpse, swelling her mangled form until his seed dripped through the feathers of her slightly-torn open belly. The rest he shot upwards into a rich geyser, smothering her body from the neck down in his hefty seed.
"God yes, you little freak," he sighed and laid back, "ohhhh...god, so glad I got to fuck you, Flo. You been teasing me with that ass for ages, little cunt."
He took a moment to recover his breath whilst the parrot remained impaled on his meat, his last dregs of cum oozing over her body and matting her feathers with sticky gum. The anthro gave a few last pumps to feel the twisting organs peel off his dick, then he turned on the ignition and drove himself home with his little bird cockwarmer still snug on his crotch.
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The plan had gone perfectly, as Tuesday rolled around and Ernesto drove up to the house wearing a polo shirt, some clean pants and a dark flat cap. When he knocked on the door, he already knew who would answer when a voice muttered from behind it.
"Laurie, can you get that fer me?"
"Kay mom!"
The moment he saw that familiar-looking teen in a blue cap and sweats, Ernie smiled like a sales clerk and shook hands with the startled son.
"Well helloooo there, nice to see you, I'm here for Mrs. Lebowski."
"Uhh, wh-whut-"
"We never met, play it cool," he whispered.
"Oh hey there!" the mother waved from behind the boy. "Laurie, this is that nice 'un from the reserve I telt you about."
"Wh-whuh?" the teen shook his head. "Wait, seriously?!"
"Who were you expecting/" the donkey stepped past him. "Name's Ernie, but most call me Ernesto, what's your name bud?"
"Uh...Laurence," they shook hands as he smiled nervous, "c-come in, I...yeah."
Entering a pink-walled living room with a sofa to one side and a TV on the opposite wall, the visitor was charmed by the amount of hokey country memorabilia stapled to the walls, from small wagon wheels to old pictures of ranches. The mother wore a blue button-up shirt that kept tight on her breasts, as well as flared leather pants with some fine-docked loafers. He also found Cookie, the remaining dog who barked up at him with a happy wag and a tender nuzzle for his leg.
"Weeeell hey there champ," he rubbed under the dalmatian's chin, "aren't you friendly?"
"Gosh you're good with ferals, eh?" the lady grinned, motioning him over. "Ya want sumthin' to drink?"
"Sure, just some juice for me thanks."
"I would hand you some cookies but you already got one there, haha!"
"Well I can see why he's called that, he's a sweet little thing, right?"
Ernesto sat on the couch as the dog kept nuzzling over him, sometimes trying to lick at his crotch before the mule patted him aside and Laurence sat beside him.
"Are you like, dating my mom?" he murmured.
"Mmhmm," the adult nodded back, "she rescued one of my birds that flew in her office, one thing led to another."
"But, wait, what about our thing?!"
"We still do that on the side, she don't have to know."
"It's just...kinda weird," the teen pulled at his fingers, "I mean you're pretty hot and we did stuff too, but now-"
"Now your mom gets to have a taste too," he grinned, rubbing his waistband, "not gonna turn down a fine lady like her."
"But it...it's my mom."
"And she's her own woman...she gets to do plenty things just like you did with me."
"Heeere ya go!" she offered a glass of juice. "Special li'l mix I made myself."
"Ooooh, thank ya," he slurped the overwhelming citrus juice, "woahoho, damn that's like a firecracker!"
"Thaaaank you," she took a bow, "Laurie, we won't be out too long and Clarence is resting, so you take it easy tonight."
"Uhhh, sure mom," he gulped with a nod, "don't uh, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"I wouldn't dream of it, li'l cub." Mrs. Lebowski pinched his cheek.
The grownups headed out once Ernie finished his drink, leaving Laurence rather concerned but excited at this crossing between his private life and family home. The donkey smiled in a different way that scared him, as he could not stop himself from imagining that wondrous seducer with his mother. For all the times he had sucked Ernesto off, or watched him slaughter a willing pet, it gave him a fearful erection for who the donkey would stick his cock into next.
But Ernie had it all planned out, wining and dining the mother at a fancy restaurant, treating her to a braised pork meal and dancing across the floor to delight and bedazzle her. His charm was a lethal weapon, and just like with her son, he had hooked her in with his sultry flair and devilish smile as three hours passed in a flash, before they drove back home in the deeper night.
"Hot damn, that were fantastic!" she giggled, hopping out the station wagon. "When'd you get so fancy with yer feet?!"
"I've lived a varied life," Ernesto waved his hand mysteriously, "plenty jobs I had to do over the years to build up a very particular set of skills."
"Ohhhh, like what?"
"Ploughing fields, ploughing homes, ploughing people-I mean peat bogs."
"PFFFT, Mr. Ernesto, are you pulling my tail?!"
"Not unless you ask me to, Doris."
He waggled his brows beneath his hairy fringe that hung over the eyes, as they snuck inside the house to find Laurence upstairs in his room. Doris Lebowski motioned him towards the back where a small stable waited, and a long brown face poked out with a snort.
"Clareeeence," she wagged her finger, "you waitin' on yer midnight carrots again?"
The horse snickered with soulful hazel eyes, a standard-looking beast with a diamond-shape on his forehead and a french-braided black mane. He had fluffy sweatbands with candy-heart colours on his forelocks, as she led him out of the paddock to trot around the field and stretch his legs in a happy trot. Ernesto watched with a lurid grin, and whenever Clarence came too close, he caught a whiff of that dominant aroma from the anthro equine, and with each passing he made, he slowed down a little further near the donkey.
"You wanna feed him?" Doris offered a carrot. "He already warming up to you?"
"Like I said, we're practically family," he rubbed the long feral head that nuzzled at his shirt, "you hungry boy?"
Clarence took a deep whiff at the ripe masculine scent, his thick nostrils flaring before he rubbed his nose up towards the mule's face and made a kissy motion on his snout. Ernesto gave a gentle smooch, leaving his mouth open to see what would happen, as the horse tried to slip his thick tongue out over the anthro's teeth.
"O-oh, Clarence!" the tigress giggled. "That's very forward of y'all!"
"He just knows what I am," said Ernie, rubbing the mane, "you want a nice thick carrot, boy?"
He offered one that the feral gladly took, a hefty crunch and a shiver of glee from the delicious treat whilst Ernie peeked between the legs, and saw a slackening length telescope out of its pudgy black sheath.
"Ohohhh, someone's real pent up."
"Oh, right," the mother blushed and waved her hand, "y'all know whut horses are like, bodies runnin' on the first thing they think."
"I take it you never milked him?"
"Wha-no! He's not a breeding boy, he's a sweet li'l thing I've had since I were in college!"
"Mmmmm, that's not good," he tutted, "boy like him could get real pent up, gotta release the valve every once a while or else them balls could rupture."
"Wha...really?" She gasped, looking down at the pulsing spear. "I never heard of that."
"Depends on their production, your boy's pretty full though, manages to offload some of it himself of course but he'll definitely need more help."
"I just thought them little swimmers would...yanno, loop back, or something."
"Ohhh no," Ernesto shook his head, "you gotta help them with that, if they don't get a good release every once a while, you run a real risk."
"Well...I'm glad you mentioned it," Doris rubbed her ears, "but how exactly do I uh..."
"You get one of them mounts so they can do what nature tells them to. But if you don't got that...I can show you with a little hands-on experience."
"Wha-...a-a-are you sure that's right?"
"I work in a reserve," he put a hand on his heart, "trust me, I got a licence for this sorta thing."
"Mmmm...so we just..." she made the jerk-off motion with a cringe.
"I mean, I'll do it if you want," the donkey knelt down as Clarence kept chewing, "might as well save you the trouble, don't want him to get any ruptures now, do we?"
"I-i suppose not...not like it's a bad thing to help a horse with that, just never thought I'd be into it."
"You know anyone who does?"
"Laurence, actually, he took our pups to some meetup and apparently they got on real well, getting some uh...action."
"Ohhhh yeah?" The donkey groped at the horse's shaft. "You say pups, but I only met the one."
"Apparently, he found a date!" Doris put a hand on her chin. "Sauce was our labrador, someone took a real shine to him and Laurence gave him away to be one of those uh...zoo-something partners."
"Damn, lucky boy."
Ernesto stroked along the girthy member, feeling the rubber flex on his fingers with creaking veins as Clarence's balls tightened from the sensation. With heavy seed weighing them down, their musky aroma excited Ernie as he gave a few licks over the head. Doris gasped at the sight of her new date pleasuring her horse, his mouth gliding across the flaring head before his lips wrapped round it.
"Mmmmmm...ohhh...yeah he's a stale boy, alright."
"Wh-what are you, um, Ernesto?" she stammered. "Is that uh, that, proper procedure?"
"If he's too dry, then yes," he slurped round the head, "mmmm, he likes it anyway, you can tell, can't you?"
"Well he..." the mother looked to her horse who rumbled that happy sound with a stomp of his hooves, "I suppose he is, just never expected anyone to be...you're not a zoo-something sort yourself, are you?"
"Not by choice," Ernesto lied, "ferals got needs and I gotta help with that."
She nodded with understanding as she watched her date suck off her stallion, slightly perturbed but trusting in his wisdom as his tongue swirled around the flared head and sucked down the pre. The further he went, the more tight her loins became with a sinful shiver whilst she kept her hands to the side, unable to trust them with her wandering thoughts. The donkey slobbered over the feral's girth that grew to a full 20 inches, and twice as thick as Ernesto's own due to the natural girth.
"Kinda funny how different they are," he murmured, "this boy so big, and thick, got that flaring head and the median ring, nothing like mine."
"It sure is rather uhhh...fascinating," Doris went on her knees, "always wondered how we evolved like this but our feral selves are still around."
"Just process of evolution, over millions of years, separating ourselves with different choices, one group goes one way, one goes another. Lemme give you a lesson."
He slid down his pants to show off his own throbbing meat, more anthropomorphic with a hanging foreskin and mushroomed head. The balls were similar, though Clarence's sack was much heavier with musk, as Ernesto slid his meat beside the stallion's.
"Notice your boy got much more flex in him? More muscle cuz of the longer girth, also the flaring head to lock against the mare."
"Mmhmm," the mother nodded, "cuz they don't got the uh hands, they gotta keep stable on their lady."
"Exactly." He stroked the beast off. "They don't last too long though, they enjoy it for sure, but it's all about getting it done and over with, since it's hard to stand on two legs when you're breeding."
"Does he...like it, when you do that?"
"He's happy, ain't he? You know him better than me."
She looked up to see that the horse was snickering in a joyful tone, then bucked his hips slightly to grind against Ernesto's hand. The anthro wrapped his hand round the thick head to let Clarence thrust through his fingers, a soft whinny escaped his snout and he stamped his back hooves in growing urges. Ernesto beckoned Doris closer to let her watch the creaking veins, the smooth rubbery length rising up to meet her as it sputted a hot drip of pre.
"Go on," he beckoned, "you can touch it, he'll love you for it."
"You...you sure?"
"Of course, ain't no law that says you can't get help a feral get off, right?"
"I guess not...just kinda weird to do it with a...that's more my son's thing than mine."
The snorting huffs of her pet however said otherwise as he bucked against her fingers, recognising the warm furry touch and sputtering thicker shots in response. Some of it squirted on her lips and she yelped with an instinctive lick, to which she found the taste rather salty and more tingly than she expected. Ernesto teased her further by directly aiming the flare at her face, which made the tigress sputter and laugh into a more relaxed state of being.
But the more she lapped up the milk, the more sultry she became as she inched closer to Clarence's meat. With a patient nod, Ernesto encouraged her to suck on the head, which she found no different to any other cock she had tasted in her life despite the odd leathery texture and gushing drip of thick watery pre. She closed her eyes and purred with growing lust, sucking her beloved pet with a trembling heart that made her stomach feel warm and bouncy.
It felt like sucking off her brother or father, so spicy and forbidden, but that only made the stallion taste even better as her pussy dripped in her leather pants. He joined her in the oral bliss, their tongues treacherously close to each other with each slurp of Clarence's sceptre, that beastly halberd that swelled with gorged blood and a chuntering huff from his belly. He pumped his cock forwards to smack the tiger's face, painting her white with thicker globs that drizzled down her shirt, despite how much she tried to suck him.
Ernesto grinned at his seduction, relishing the sight of this homely middle-aged lady now sucking off her long-time pet. Her gulping coughs made him throb harder, and he looked towards the house where he saw Laurence standing in the door. The donkey put a finger to his lips and smiled at the teen, who trembled at the sight of his mother swallowing horse milk that drenched her tits. Clarence soon snorted with a harder thrust and smacked her head, alerting her to his climactic burst as instinct took over, and the tigress sucked the head to let him cum deep down her gullet.
"Ohhhhh, damn girl!" Ernesto chuckled, still stroking the horse. "Thassit, get all that jizz down ya."
"M-MMMHHH, GLRRRK!"
"You take real good care of your boy, huh? I can tell he wanted to do this with you for years, hear how happy he sounds?"
"GHRRRhhh...mmmmhh," she pulled off once the horse stopped cumming. "Haaah...h-holy jeez...I-i can't believe I just...I just-"
"You made him real happy," the donkey patted her, "best thing you could do as an owner...well, second-best thing."
"Whah...what's the first?"
"Aaaah that's for later," he stood up and pulled her up, "for now, let's get you washed up, huh? And then I can show you later on some good ways to please your boy."
"Heehee, well, I won't say no to a few more lessons," Doris wiped the cum from her chin, "been a while since I done any animal husbandry."
Laurence scurried back into the house with the most upsetting boner, almost ready to burst when he saw Clarence blast his mother with a point-blank bukkake and drenched her like a slut. All he could think of now was shoving his dick in her mouth, making that cum his own and hearing her choke on it, to the point that he quickly motioned Cookie upstairs to use his mouth instead. The dog obliged gladly, trotting up after his owner to get a deep-drilling cock down his puppy throat.
The next day, Ernesto was back at work at the Menhir Field Nature Reserve, in his standard jeans and blue cap and a white shirt with its logo, a soft azure vaporwave sun with rising mountains silhouetted against it. He rolled up in his station wagon to a large wooden cabin and its stone-circle driveway, where the woods spread out beyond and reached to the great Menhir Range itself touching the sky. It was a beautiful morning, the sun sparkled down as the donkey walked up to the centre with a cage in one hand.
"Hey, Arnie!" he tossed it on the counter. "Here's your whore back."
A green parrot's corpse pinballed around the cage, its head dangling from the cock-shaped neck wound and its cloaca gaped to ruin. Standing beside it was a brown anteater in a green ranger's uniform, who was currently working on a computer behind the counter and next to a wall of of old pictures.
"Ohhhh, there you are!" he stood up and checked the cage. "Goodness you really worked her, she's pining for the fjords, expired and gone to meet her-"
"Don't do that," Ernesto leaned on the counter, "you said it the last time with her mate anyway."
"Well they shouldn't be so fuckable," he took out the stiff corpse, "birds are such perfect little cocksleeves, aren't they? We're so blessed to have them."
"Mmhmm, speaking of, I heard you had a rare treat for me."
"Oh, yes!" The anteater motioned him through. "The zoo's having an overfill and needed to send a few of them here for the uh, downsizing."
"Ohhh yeah?" The mule stepped behind the counter. "What kinda meat we got?"
"Birds, obviously, but they did ask if you had any spare hands for camera workers? They wanted to document an ape family for a special poaching session but sadly there's no sex! Purely informative."
"Mmmmmm, a camera eh? I think I know someone who's got the talent, I'll give 'em a call."
"Thank you, Ernesto," Arnie clapped his hands and bowed, "you're always such a good worker, really help to clean out these little bastards."
"I sure do."
He looked up to the wall in fond rememberance, where photos of the rarest species to grace the park had their last pictures taken. Endangered buffalo, wild red wolves and a variety of now-extinct birds, always stood eager and happy beside the ranger who ran the park at their time, with some beasts being petted by Arnie or Ernesto in more modern shots.
"Remember your first snuff?" the anteater sighed. "Was it the boar or the um, the fish?"
"The catfish," Ernie breathed in, "sucked me like a two-dollar whore, and rode me like I was giving my life savings to it."
"Last of its kind in the area too, you did a wonderful job, you're our best worker certainly!"
"What was your first, Arnie?" He grabbed the cage and walked to the next room. "You been at this a li'l longer than me."
"A cougar!" the anteater skipped behind. "Yu remember Marjorie don't you?"
"Ohhh yeah, course I do."
In the next room were the staff's quarters, where several desks sat of little flags and paper sheafs were piled up. A map of the park spread out on one wall, whilst a cougar's taxidermied body stood in one corner with lurid eyes and her tail hiked up. Arnie stepped up to unbuckle his pants and caress those smooth-furred cheeks.
"I loved her so much," he whispered, "I still do, she's practically my wife. First time she came on to me, she sucked me off with that wonderful tongue like sandpaper...then I fucked her pussy while I strangled her."
"Good thing you had that rope on ya," Ernie chuckled, "bet she moaned like a bitch."
"She mewled, Ernesto. She mewled like a kitten. I'd kill her again if God let me. Your special friend's in the clean-up room, I'll just uh, busy myself here."
"Heheheh, I bet."
"AH but, please don't make too much a mess! I do want to stuff and mount her...then we can stuff and mount her again."
As the donkey stepped to another room, Arnie jerked himself to full-erect and slipped into the dead cougar's cunt. She was cold and stiff but the inside had refurbished with a synthetic lining to simulate a moist juicy hole that sucked him off, as the park ranger panted with bliss and moaned her name.
In the next room however, Ernesto found several steel tables and cruel utensils that hung on the wall next to bloody aprons. Cages were scattered in the corners with crimson stains and spots of fur, with Flo's little prison added to the mix when the donkey tossed her corpse and cage to the pile. One pristine box however stood higher on a shelf, a larger one for its beautiful occupant in the form of a Spanish imperial eagle.
"Ohhhh, mi pequena," he gasped with a swell in his chest, "aren't you just beautiful."
With a glorious chocolate coat and mottled white strips, the eagle chirped in excitement at his approach as she spread out her wings and bent low as if bowing. Her head was a lighter brown, but the shoulder-widths of her wings had long white strips like an officer's epaulettes. With a 4-foot long body and a 6-foot wingspan she looked strangely regal, even when she turned herself round and flashed her dripping cloaca, begging to be bred and ruined.
"Mmmmmmhhh you gorgeous bonita," he licked his lips, "how's a sweet thing like you end up here?"
He opened the cage and let her flap-hop straight to the table. The sultry eagle picked at her talons and then looked up to him, clacking her white beak and nipping at his shirt whilst her tail fanned behind. His hands roamed across her body as the eagle fluffed up in need at his touch, his fingers crept down her smooth feathers and teased towards her rump with a tender grope.
"How many of you whores are left, huh? Six-hundred or so? Let's make that five-hundred-ninety-nine today, hmm pequena?"
When he slipped his finger into her cloaca, the bird shivered with a happy trill and pushed back against him, her claws scraped the table and her tailfeathers hiked up to give him better access. She was exceptionally tight, and the unnatural twist of fingers into such an intimate spot made the eagle tremble with a soft mewl.
She loved how anthros had those delightful digits to twist and fondle her most intimate walls, the squirming dexterity that rubbed everywhere to make her pant and cry for her extermination at the hands of his pleasure. Ernesto chuckled at her frantic grinding against him, her feathery butt so soft and supple as he stroked along her tail between thrusts. The donkey went deep to the knuckles, finding the entrance to her avian womb and squishing into the entrance just a little to make her shriek with a spark of pain. It only made her further wet, and she bucked against his hand even harder.
"You want that dick in you, baby?" He whispered. "I think you need that good meat to fill you up, stuff you like a turkey, whaddaya say?"
She flapped her wings and screeched in joy, demanding her extermination as he stood in front of her and offered his girthy meat. The buzzard opened her beak as wide as she could and let it slide down her throat, having some space in her gullet from the odd fish that she could swallow whole. Her neck widened out and her eyes fluttered with a tender coo, showing off her cock-gulping prowess as Ernie rubbed her head.
"Ohhhh damn girl," he chuckled, "you take a lot of dick at the zoo, huh? Bet they're gonna miss their favourite feather cocksleeve...but now you're mine, putita."
The bird trembled at his words as she forced the cock down deeper, suffocating herself with a choking cough when she straightened out her body and forced him in further. The donkey didn't even have to thrust, watching the imperial eagle impale herself with straining eyes and a swelling gut. He felt his thickening glans flare up at the bottom of her throat, not as wide as a feral horse's could but enough to get lodged when he pushed through the base of her tract, and speared into her stomach with a painful thud in her chest that made her heart throb faster.
Ernesto grabbed her body and slid his fingers back to her cunt, fingering that moist bird cloaca that puffed and ached for his touch once again before his digits thrust inside. At the same time, he thrust into her belly and savoured that fragile warmth, imagining those hollow bones that could crack apart at any second if he pumped too fast into her. He wanted to prolong her agony, and she wanted it too as the eagle bobbed on his thickening shaft, her pale beak kissed his crotch and sniffed deep at his spicy crotch.
She suffocated herself gladly, her throat became a suckling vice and her choking sounds only further excited him. Her stomach rolled and heaved from the tightening of her lungs, her chirps became a raspy hiss and then came that brief survival instinct to pull away. But it was stuck. The cock was buried too deep and when she tried to pull off, a sucking pressure foretold her doom when that hefty shaft stayed rooted in her. She started to cum upon realising her fate, and sputtered on his fingers that shoved in her womb, and fucked against her succulent walls.
"NNNNGH, thassit baby, choke on my dick...you're gonna make a nice dinner after I'm done, pluck your fucking body and roast you up like all your fucking kind are meant to be."
Harder she came with a strangled squawk, the girth in her throat flexed at her rumbling vibrations as her eyes became bloodshot, her head rattled with a wheezing sound and her wings flapped a little weaker. Ernesto sighed in relief as he felt the eagle's lungs tighten, a trembling pair of sacs that flickered on the edge of death, her heart thudded beneath the vein of his dick and with one last thrust he made sure he hilted when she died.
The eagle pumped her jizz into his fingers, and gave her final breath, a hot cloud trembling over his sceptre that did not make the donkey cum yet, but he was more than happy to use her until he did. He made certain she was lifeless, then walked from the table with a dead buzzard hanging between his legs, his swollen glans trapped in her stomach and her wings slumped with a dripping cunt wherever he walked.
"OHHH, O-OHHH! MARJORIE, YOU F-FUCKING WHORE! Ohhh so glad I killed you!"
Arnie was just about to cum when Ernie came back to him, the bird between the donkey's legs swaying with each step as he watched the anteater pump that dead cougar's snatch. His long-fluffed tail spasmed in rapture, and a dribble of seed came from the taxidermised hole whilst Ernie grabbed the eagle's corpse, and pumped himself off with it.
"Good pussy?" he asked.
"Y-yes," Arnie moaned, "and the cunt it belonged to feels just as good."
"Glad to hear." He sat down and used his cocksleeve. "Mmmmph, you hungry, by the way? I can roast this bitch later."
"Oh that'd be lovely, thank you!" The ranger pulled out and wiped himself. "I haven't had roast bird since that family of bald eagles last summer."
"Mmmmmph, marinated in their own eggs, that was delicious. Oh, right I should call my friend about that zoo job."
He pulled out his phone whilst still pumping his cock inside the bird, the rag of once-beautiful feathers turning more stiff by the minute. He texted to his friend for the time and location, as well as took a pic of the zoo's offering still impaled on his shaft.
Laurence was brimming with excitement for his first professional job, after the teasing message Ernesto had given him with his "stuffed dinner" for later. With a proper filming camera he kept in his room, he took a bus to the zoo and marched up to the waiting keeper sometime in the evening, when the sky turned a rosy hue and the big iron gates had closed.
"Mr. Mendelssohn?" the teen bowed whilst holding his camera bag. "My name's uh, Laurence Lebowski, I'm the camera guy that uhh, Ernesto told you about?"
"Really?" A black labrador in beige uniform crossed her arms. "You're awfully young."
"I-i got good recommends, I won the Vallis Fair Cinema Guild award, I been doing this for two years!"
"Huh...that's pretty impressive, and if Ernesto recommended you well, his word's good as gold. Alright, come on in then!"
He stepped through the gates and admired all the beasts about to sleep. With fascinating placards highlighting the differences of evolution between the anthros and ferals, the zoo was another world that showed what if their kind had not evolved. Rhinos trampled their stony enclaves before settling down to sleep, penguins huddled together in the arctic zone and wolves grew active beneath the darkness.
With grand vistas over acres, every animal had plenty space to roam as fitting of their needs, with camera screens above the visitor paths in case a handsome lion was not present before the glass vistas. The grasslands had smooth plains and arid trees; the jungles were thick and enclosed with wall-to-wall trees and bushes; the polar section was synthetic ice blocks on sub-zero waters; and the deserts were rolling sands with sun-lamps above to bake the earth.
"Damn this place is cool," Laurence stared at a feral tiger, "so why you downsizing?"
"Oh we're not," the zookeeper walked ahead, "it's an auction, sometimes our donors get eager for a certain species to be snuffed out, and we're more than happy to oblige with a betting war."
"Oh cool, you do snuff vids as well?! Ernesto's been showing me some and teaching me that too."
"Good good, though this won't be the sexual kind I'm sorry to say, our clients are somewhat prudish about that. So I will have to ask you keep it in your pants for this job."
"Ohhh okay," Laurence scratched his head, "what kinda animal is it?"
"A family of gorillas," the dog chuckled, wagging her tail, "never did like those apes, I'll be glad to get rid of them, their faces weird me out."
They entered the back rooms and down pale stone halls where the scent of animal musk turned thicker, old straw and heaving bodies fumed in the cat's nostrils before they reached a white clinical room with a table of different blades and a laptop nearby. Sitting peacefully on a thick tarpaulin sheet, were three silverback gorillas, a mother, father and child who currently nursed from a thick teat. Out of all the creatures in the wild, primates were the strangest to the anthros, having a face that resembled nothing but with oddly-anthropomorphic hands.
Laurence set up his camera as the zookeeper went over, petting the apes who stroked her back and fondled her body with hooting sounds while she masked her disgust. They understood their place, they did not even mind she hated them, they were just happy to serve a superior species as the gorillas tried to smooch her crotch.
"Noooo no," she backed off, "not today. I wish I could get the chance to fuck your dead asses, but our clients insisted otherwise. Either way you fucking monkeys deserve extinction."
The keeper said this with a happy tone, as the tiger finished adjusting his camera and gave the thumbs-up. The laptop was nearby for the dog to start up the stream and connect it to the equipment, whilst the teen received a text on his phone.
Ernesto - howsit going, boy?
TakeMyL96 - just getting things set up, we gonna snuff apes!
Ernesto - nice. i had a good dinner, at your place now
TakeMyL96 - wait, why my place?
Ernesto - your mom wants to learn more about horse anatomy~
TakeMyL96 - shit...both you and clarence?
Ernesto - mhm, she's a great fuck
TakeMyL96 - dude come on I can't get horny now!
Ernesto - now boy, don't call me dude. you know to respect your elders
TakeMyL96 - nnnngh...i-i'm working, please, save it for later
Ernesto - boy. if i'm dating your mother, what's that make me?
TakeMyL96 - d...daddy
Ernesto - damn right. call this a test of self-control. i'll reward you later
TakeMyL96 - o-okay daddy
The cat whimpered at all the thoughts of Ernesto in his home, fucking his family and drinking his soda. But he loved that dick, and he knew his mother loved that dick and so did Cookie his remaining dog. That thought alone of everyone in his house sharing the same cock made his pants tighter, as well as how often he screwed his pooch and made Laurence suck him clean. Regardless, he shook his head free and went into professional mode, adjusting the camera to get the best shot on the gorillas. The light then turned on, the stream booted up, and the dog stepped into frame.
"Good evening!" she waved. "My name's Abby DuPont, head zookeeper of the Medleyhill City Zoo. Thank you all for coming, now we've got a special treat for all you poaching enthusiasts. Here we have a silverback gorilla family, ready and waiting to give their bodies to your personal satisfaction. The father is Kuma, the mother is Zsa Zsa, and their little runt here is Impy. We'll start the bidding at $2000, the poll's open for two minutes so everyone get your votes in!"
Some muzak played over the room, a special song that Abby had piped in that every animal knew was the song of extinction. Kuma started to jerk himself off with anticipation, his chubby fat dick soon pumped up quick with a huffing snort, whilst his wife fingered her hairy pussy with one hand and kept her child cradled in the other. Impy tried to copy his father with a little fumbling round his infant cock, but was more hungry to nurse from his mommy with gulping sounds.
"Okay, polls are closed!" Abby looked. "Aaaand it seems like hands are coming off first so, Zsa Zsa, Kuma, show me your haaaands."
She grabbed a meat cleaver as the mother put down her child, who squeaked confused at why there was no more milk. The adults laid down like prisoners of war, their black nightly palms spread to the heavens as the dog put her boot on one arm to keep it steady. Laurence zoomed in and heightened the tripod to get a slightly-overhead view for the fateful chop, a crunching thunk of the heavy blade that cracked through the ape's wrist.
Zsa Zsa screamed in anguished lust, her panting howl rang through the room and her husband puffed his cheeks in eager excitement when he tried to sneak a little jerk-off during the dismemberment. But Abby whistled at him to keep his hands flat, then moved to the next limb with a foot on Zsa Zsa's arm and another brutal crack. The mother shrieked in hungry moans, her nerves sang a chorus of suffering that made her severed wrists burn like a deep liquid flame, as blood gushed profusely from both her stumpy limbs.
She rolled on her back and tried to finger her cunt with a mangled wrist, finding a bony outcropping to fondle her clit with as Laurence kept the camera on her, getting a good shot of her heaving form and the twisted bone where little nerves dripped out of her stumps. Abby then moved on to Kuma, who was desperate to keep pumping his little dick and barked a little impatient to get dismembered and over with, but still giving a cheeky smile from his hulking face.
"Ohhh someone's eager," the dog chuckled, "well, the customers are also pretty eager, so let's get you CHOPPED!"
The zookeeper wasted no time cracking down with a mighty slam, splitting the flesh apart as Kuma roared with a bass wobble. His large muscular chest rumbled in agony from the twisting snap of the hefty blade that split his bone apart, and severed his hairy wrist in a bloody smear across the sheet. DuPont then moved to the next one and drove down with her cleaver so hard, that it nearly bounced off the floor when she wrenched the second hand free, then picked up the twitching ape hands to show the camera.
"Each one of these will be hollowed out," she said as Kuma writhed and clutched himself in the background, "For an extra $2000 each, these rare silverback palms can be yours with a personal monogram, and shaped either for armchairs or ashtrays. Now, let's move onto the next poll!"
The muzak turned on again but with the new sampling of anguished ape screams throughout the stream, but the couple still managed to masturbate themselves with their severed wrists and jerk against the mangled bone. The child was still confused, and crawled over his mom wanting that sweet breast milk before she remembered and rolled herself back up, struggling to cradle her son without hands.
Laurence captured the perfect shot of her whimpering joy, the infant in the crook of her arm who went back to sucking her teat, despite his legs turning bloody from his mother's crimson stumps. They would die within the hour without any help, they knew they would die in this room regardless of the choice which only made them even hornier. Then a text came from the tiger's phone, and the picture sent to him made his cock tighten.
Ernesto - your mom's a fast learner. so is her bitch pet.
On his screen was Ernesto's fat cock front and centre, with Laurence's mom sucking the head and Clarence the feral horse slurping down the shaft. Despite having only recently considered his own mother to be anything sexual, he had never been harder in his life and it took the greatest will to not fondle his pants.
TakeMyL96 - what the fuck!!!!1 how wha the fuck
Ernesto - her horse sucked me off and she got jealous
TakeMyL96 - seriously??? dude, why you gotta make my mom so hot
Ernesto - cuz i'm yer daddy. showing my boy where whores belong.
TakeMyL96 - oh fuck. um, is cookie gonna clean that?
Ernesto - after i fuck both these whores' asses.
The tiger bit his lip with a tight breath, and slightly jumped when the muzak stopped and the stream continued.
"Okay!" Abby rubbed her hands. "Next up, you all voted for some good old neutering, the medieval style!"
The zookeeper walked to her bench and took up a ghastly-looking claw with two hooked finger-bades, that slid on her hand like a steel glove. She whistled to the father who sat up and spread his legs, showing off his fat little wiener and dark balls that twitched with anticipation. The dog made sure to not obstruct the camera's view, whilst the ape did not resist the savage claws sliding against his taint. DuPont shanked him deep behind the scrotum as the father screeched, his teeth bared in full fangs whilst he kept his stumpy limbs stretched out and away.
"Since blood loss will be very rapid," said the dog, "mods, feel free to set up the next poll before these two pass on. The little one we'll give the last send-off for our third choice, don't you all worry."
The labrador twisted through the back of the reproductive system, sawing through the flesh and avoiding the bone to slowly scoop out the entire crotch region. The black lump of skin was ripped out with a few tugs, along with a throbbing ape penis that spurted its last climax in elation. A few twists of the hook-claw would leave a gouged deep crevice similar to a hollowed pussy, from which Abby plucked out the trembling member with its hanging sack, and a tangled mess of nerves dangling behind in its wake.
A pool of blood grew between Kuma's legs that trembled with agony, the little cum he had left in his body now mixing with the red to show candy-cane strips. With her bloody gauntlet, DuPont walked over to the mother next who also spread her legs to give her access, before driving beneath the crotch and ripping through half her birthing canal.
Her stuttering cries excited the chat, as Laurence managed to peek over and see dozens of comments light up in frenzy. The donation drive was racking up to the thousands, and more than a few happy customers were crowing about their "remote poaching" as they called it. But his mind was still thinking back to Ernesto, in his home and in his mom, all whilst his pants started to form a damp spot.
Looking back towards the action, he watched Zsa Zsa get eviscerated from her pussy, the birthing canal ripped clean out with both her ovaries in tow like a long pink python. It was a beautiful sight, long dripping blood slathered across the floor with a pair of egg-shapes hanging off the end, a rosy slug with eyestalks. The mother-ape howled in longing pain, her cunt quivering from its vicious prolapse to have its lips reversed, then plucked free from her cored-out cunt.
"Now these ones are special, "Abby bundled up the reproductive organs into a cooler, "these ones go for $4000 and will be specially taxidermied for our biggest donors, who wouldn't want their very own gorilla parts for...whatever you wish? Now let's see what the poll has said, and OOOOH! Full cranial dissection, very exciting, thank you one and all for the donations, it's thanks to you the zoo keeps going!"
Her last instrument of torture was a vicious-looking handsaw, a pizza-cutter with jagged teeth as she stepped up to behind the mother and began her work. DuPont grabbed a pair of safety goggles and then grasped the top of the head, sawing through the skull as Zsa Zsa trembled in blissful anguish. She clutched her baby tight who sucked her teat oblivious, though he was getting a small stiffy from the painful feedback and trembling gasps of his parents.
The dog zookeeper revved up the small motor in her handsaw, which made short business of the scalp and a crunching wet sound came loud to the camera. Gristly parts and bone shards spilled out over the floor and flecked off of Abby, who gritted her teeth and worked a circle round the dumb ape's head to finally pop off the top.
There they saw a beautiful quivering brain, a lump of twin jellies that oozed with delicious knowledge of a worthless primal species. From the table, DuPont brought out a second instrument that resembled an ice cream scoop, then dug in to hollow out the gorilla's head with a twisting grind of her wrist. Zsa Zsa trembled as she lost little flickers of light, her hopes, her dreams and memories of her family ripped out of her body in one beautiful scrape. She would not even remember her own son's face before she died, a frail lumpen body that her arms cradled before they would slump.
Once her brain had been scooped out neatly, her head dropped forwards with a lifeless expression whilst her son remained oblivious. Impy wanted milk and nothing else, suckling away with a voracious hunger before he was finally done, and gave a cute little burp before he looked up to his dead mother. He giggled at her strange face, then slipped a hand down to stroke himself whilst Abby put the monkey brain in a sealing tube, and moved on to Kuma.
"Ready for your turn?" DuPont teased the silverback. "About time you filthy apes got what you deserved."
The father agreed wholeheartedly, slamming his chest with his blood-stumped arms and rearing his head back to give her full access to it. Again the dog would scrape round the outside, the screeching saw carved a line that split the gorilla's hairs and revealed a watery blood-line that circled his scalp. Laurence received another text, and dreaded what he would find when he checked the camera was level, then pulled out his phone.
Ernesto - she's real good at this...tempted to see how long she lasts
The next picture showed his mother deepthroating that dick, her eyes rolled up and she was visibly choking. The bastard had timed this perfectly, knowing the son would not be able to respond as he put the phone to one side so he could see the conversation unfold.
Ernesto - you probably busy but i can say this
Ernesto - your mom's throat ain't as tight as cookie's that's for sure
Ernesto - now their asses, that's different. but i can make her tighter
Ernesto - if i choke her real good with my belt
The tiger clutched his mouth and turned away with an aching hard-on, so desperate to finish the job but his professionalism demanded he stay and work the camera. The howling crack of Kuma's skull pulled him back to the scene, as a hollow clonk of a skull-cap fell to the floor and rolled away before Abby scooped out the father's brain.
Another ape would drop dead without their memories left to care, the mighty silverback now a pathetic dribbling lump of fat as his hollow head was left shown to all the world. Another brain was popped in the tube, and soon it was Impy's turn, who was sat up on the floor between his parents' corpses, and given a special little saw for smaller heads.
"Say hi to the audience, Impyyyy," the dog chuckled, "you pathetic little runt."
DuPont wasted no time in cracking that skull open, ripping a line around the entire, softer head as the tinier ape screamed in panting anguish. He would not last as long, but his little cock sputtered its last orgasm on the spot when the skull was popped open, and the brain was scooped like strawberry sorbet to leave the last of his family dead.
"Thank you, everyone," the dog bowed and put her last trophy in its tank, "your continued support is what makes this possible, for all our animals at the Medleyhill Zoo, are at your disposal, quite literally. Bye bye now!"
The stream ended and she gave the signal for Laurence to stop, the tiger tapped a few buttons to make sure it was recorded and he stepped back with a happy sigh.
"You looked like you were having fun," the labrador winked, "thank you for sticking around and also not opening your fly."
"Hahah, hah, yeah it was," the teen gulped and nodded, "i-it was a real right. Sorry I got a call while filming, I did keep it on silent obviously, but I need to take it."
"Of course, of course, you kept your eye on the prize that's what matters. I can see why you won that award, you kept everything running perfect! Would you mind coming back for another job?"
"Sure, yeah!" Laurence hopped on his feet. "Lemme take this call and I'll pack my stuff up."
He hurried to the nearest bathroom and shut himself in a cubicle to pull out his cock. It was going to be the fastest jerk-off session in his life, but Ernesto helped him plenty with his lurid words and that wondrous shot of his mother choking on that donkey dick. His mind burned too deep with desires, and in an almost-shameful twist of his stomach turning hot, he started to cum to the thought of Doris' last breaths on his "daddy's" fat meat.
Once he cleaned himself up and washed his hands, he headed back to the killing room and packed all his equipment, with Abby thanking him once more and giving him her card before he headed out and raced back home on the bus. Part of him was terrified, but another part of him grew achingly hard once more and it was winning with the power of lust.
When he arrived at Summers Lane, Laurence took a deep breath and walked in with a confident step. Doris was not around, her car was gone and the TV was off which only meant she had left to go shopping.
"Hey mom!" he called out regardless. "You around?"
"Hey, boy!" Ernesto called from his mother's room. "I knew you'd come, got a surprise for ya."
"U-uhhhh...really? Where's mom?"
"She went out to the store, now c'mere and help me with something."
A sigh of relief came from the tiger as he throbbed less, before walking to the bedroom where the sound of grunting heaves and a familiar panting whimper that made him stiffen up again. On his mother's rosy sheets, the donkey slammed his cock into a dalmatian's ass, whose paws tightened up in ecstasy and his tail wagged faster like a whip. Ernesto was ruthless, his dark balls smacked with such stinging slaps that a yelp escaped the pupper each time he hilted.
"O-oh, shit!" Laurence gulped. "U-uhh, hey!"
"Hey," the mule panted, "your dog got jealous, couldn't leave Cookie without his cream, yanno?"
"S-s-sure, that uh, makes sense. Hoooow was my mom?"
"Tight as fuck in both ends, but her pussy was looser than I thought. She's real active I can tell."
"Ohhh jeez," the teen fumbled with his crotch, "you mind if I uh, watch?"
"If your mom's fine with it, sure," Ernesto chuckled.
"I-i meant my dog, dude!"
"Boy, I'm not your dude. What am I?"
"D-...daddy."
"Good kitty." The mule looked back to him. "Now, see that machine in the corner? Bring it over here."
He nodded towards a portable tire-pump, a rectangular box with an air hose slithering out that Laurence brought to beside the bed. He watched Cookie's face now wracked in pleasure, the dog's panting tongue splayed out on the bed with eyes rolled up as Ernesto kissed the boy's pet. The donkey dove his tongue into the dog's throat, giving sloppy kisses that drooled out their maws and made the teen throb harder.
"Ohhhh fuck your bitch feels good," the mule shuddered, "got an ass like a spade, he been begging me to kill him all day."
"R-really?" Laurence gulped. "You really want that, boy?"
The dog seemed to yap in agreement, staring up at his former owner with a playful sound and a throbbing erection between two bellies. Ernesto picked up the pace and fucked him harder to his climax, a snorting grunt as he filled up the doggy's hole and dripped cum onto the bed. Laurence couldn't take it anymore and pulled down his pants to start jerking, enraptured by the dominant mule's thick girth flexing into the spotty rump.
"Mmmmmhhh good puppy," the donkey kissed Cookie's nose, "alright, now boy. Put the hose on his snout."
"Whatsit do?" asked the tiger, slipping it on the dog's nose. "Is it gonna gas him?"
"It'll pump air in his brain and blow it out. You ever seen a shotgun blow someone's head off? It's like that."
"F-f-fuck...you really just gonna kill my dog, n-now?"
"Yeah, he wants it, and he's a fucking inferior mutt, all ferals are, I told you. Now put it on three and watch."
The boy nodded and turned the machine on, putting it to medium as he watched Cookie writhe somewhat confused at the odd influx of oxygen shoved up his snout, making his lungs fill up with a coughing hack whilst something fumed in his brain. A light-headed sensation grew in the front of his skull, a cloudy thickness that bulged his eyes and swarmed over the back of his scalp, creeping tendrils of gas that scrabbled over his little doggy synapses.
His thoughts grew muddy and his penis trembled with the expectation of death, dripping thick pre on his pinkish belly whilst Ernie kept drilling his rear. Sloppy jizz sputtered out his hole as the mule grinned at the dog's inflating head, the eyes puffing a bit further and a whimpering sound escaping his throat. The donkey fucked harder, giving the mutt his last moments of being used as the pressure grew.
A trembling shake went through Cookie's head, his ears pricked up with the sound of his own heartbeat and the muffled groan of his creaking skull. He felt the fractures growing as more air thickened on his brain, forced it down to make a small atmosphere that compressed his meaty hemispheres, parted them slightly like a blade of wind and what few thoughts he had started to disappear in the mist.
"Turn it up full," breathed Ernesto, "all the way, say goodbye to your fucking mutt and watch his brains paint the wall."
"M-mmmmph...g-goodbye boy," Laurence kissed his pup, "s-so hot to see you snuff it, f-fucking...whore."
The tiger turned up the machine to full blast, the hose shook with frenzy when a small tornado rippled through its tube and pumped straight into Cookie's head. A squeaking yelp was his last sound before a terrible creak, a fleshy balloon under his white-furred scalp that rumbled through their ears. Then the explosion, which made Laurence fall and hit his back against the wall with a shriek, his fur as stiff as nails when his remaining dog's head burst like a melon.
The donkey laughed in orgasmic thrall as he dripped faster inside, pumping the writhing body of a twitching dead mutt whose jawbone hung open, his tongue slumped across the bedsheets and the top of his spine stood stiffly on its own. The entire skull was now shrapnel embedded into the wall, white toothy fragments dotted above the bed with a rich coat of crimson all over the pillows. Lumps of grey porridge slithered down the wall that once held Cookie's memories of Laurence, the times he loved and spent with the tiger for most of their lives.
Now his owner was jerking off to his death, the pet he had known for half his years now a headless corpse that jiggled in spasms of anguish, all to his new daddy's pleasure and himself. Ernesto came once more with the tightening squeeze of the dead mutt's ass, and so too did Laurence who grabbed the jawbone still attached to the neck, then pumped his seed down the open throat.
"F-f-fuck, FUCK, OHHH! F-fucking eat it you bitch, you f-f-fucking inbred bitch s-so glad you're dead!"
"Thassit boy!" chuckled the mule. "Tell that bitch what he is and what he deserved all his life, fucking cocksleeve for anthro superiors."
"YEAH, YEAH, F-FUCK, COOKIE, OHHH YOU'RE A GOOD BOY, I WISH I FUCKING KILLED YOU SOONER!"
Both anthros filled the dead mutt from each end, until their cocks stopped twitching and their slut soon followed, a headless beast whose legs slumped and knotted shaft pumped its last spurts. The teenager stumbled back and sat on the floor, his balls sore and his member throbbing from fatigue with a dizzy head.
"Sh-shit," he panted, "he...you really did it."
"Sure did," Ernesto pulled out from the gaped dog's ass, "you did good, boy. You'll make a great student."
"For...for what?"
"My business in snuffing ferals. Not like anyone minds, but good work starts at home and god damn did you help."
"Th-thanks...daddy."
He blushed at his new master who patted his head and tossed aside the dog's corpse, before he bundled the sheets to put in the washing.
"You can take your bitch upstairs if you want, gonna need to clean your mom's room up."
"Were you legit about what you said before?" the cat asked shyly. "About choking her to death on your dick?"
"Only if you want it," Ernesto grinned down at him, "do you want me to? Ferals are one thing but snuffing an anthro bitch is another...she gotta want it bad."
"D-does...does she want it?"
"She didn't struggle much, I can tell you that."
Two months passed since Cookie's death, and a little less than that when Laurence stopped fucking his corpse before he was buried in the back yard. Ernesto made a story about him turning sick with something, and how he was put to sleep peacefully with Laurence assisting, learning under his tutelage as an "assistant ranger" for various tasks.
Through his lustful influence, the donkey made the tigers his whores, with Doris getting fucked in the day and Laurence being railed in the night. She loved his charm and immeasurable knowledge on animals, between sucking off her stallion and pleasuring him in turn, whilst Laurence grew more eager to please his new "daddy" with any job.
With his guidance, Ernesto taught Laurence the ways of his trade in disposing of ferals, all of whom were eager to meet their fate at the end of his dick. Once again the zoo called for them for a little cleaning-out of an unwanted species, where Abby brought them to the reptile house for their next mission. A sweltering jungle surrounded them in an enclosed greenhouse, where scaled creatures slithered on branches and rolled through the mud in excitement for the new guests.
"So we got an expecting couple," said the black labrador, leading them through, "but we don't want anymore of their filth skulking around since we're downsizing again."
"No prob," Ernesto reached his hand to a snake, "how you want us to do it?"
"Any way you want, long as you take it away with you."
"Not even for skinning?" asked Laurence.
"Nah, skin's too rough for that. Just make sure nothing's left of them."
"I never fucked any reptiles, what're they like?"
"Like any other feral bitch. But DON'T kiss them, these ones got poisonous mouths."
He looked back to Ernie who let the snake slide into his pants and fondle his dick. The donkey chuckled and opened his fly to show off the venomous red-and-yellow beast now deepthroating his dick, swallowing the whole girth with great care and nuzzling its snout against his balls.
"Aaaaaah hey there cutie," the mule throbbed in its gullet, "I'm not snuffing you out today, sadly."
"You can if you want," Abby shrugged, "we got plenty of the fucking cocksleeves."
"Well if you insist." He grasped the snake's body and pumped himself with it. "Laurence, you good to set things up?"
"Y-yeah, sure!"
The tiger saluted like a dork before they stepped into the waiting exhibit. A section of the jungle house had been roped off for two komodo dragons to sit by themselves in a rocky clearing, large 10-foot long lizards surrounded by overhanging fronds with a dusty stream rippling past them. Laurence set up the camera whilst the zookeeper sat down nearby and pulled out a magazine to busy herself, and Ernie pumped the eager snake on his dick.
The serpent was completely docile, its sharp emotionless eyes a little softer in adoration to the superior male who throbbed a good glut of pre into the long belly. The komodos huffed in anticipation for their end, a pair of large 10-foot long lizards with sloped snouts and forked tongues. Their squat legs spread out on the rocks but the female was heavy with eggs to make her a roundish oval shape, as she struggled to crawl over and nuzzle Ernie's foot.
"Awww hey there cutie," the donkey rubbed her rough-shod head, "you ready to die with your kids?"
The reptile made a chuffing sound that rumbled in her hefty throat whilst the mule pumped faster in the snake's throat. It was hard to strangle a snake, but he found a way by grabbing its body in both hands, and then twisting it hard like a towel. The snake hissed with a violent shriek as its spine turned into a coil, the flesh cracked apart and its organs stretched in opposite directions, but it never extended its fangs in reverence to its master, no matter how much agony it endured.
Once the camera was rolling, Laurence sat down with the father komodo who nuzzled the furry hand. The feral kept his poisonous mouth closed out of respect, then lifted one back leg to show his scrungly pair of hemipenes, two twisting coral strands of thorny-bumped dicks that felt like a wet carpet to the tiger's grip. The beast shuddered at the warm fingers that poked around his genital slit, felt up the squishy drip then stroked down the knobbly bits.
"You wanna get fucked, dude?" he asked the komodo. "Roll over like a good doggie bitch."
The dragon hissed happily and did just that, laying on his back with legs spread out and showing off his two cocks joined at the base. His cloaca puffed beneath the shafts as Laurence laid on top of him, trembling with excitement at his first reptilian feral. He was strangely cold, much more than the cat expected as he shuffled down his pants and aimed his throbbing meat into the tight scaly hole. The lizard croaked with a pleasant sound as the tiger wormed his way in, stretching the lukewarm depths that clenched on his warm-blooded meat.
"Hoooly shit," the teen gasped, "feels so weird, but kinda mmmmph!"
"My favourite are the snakes," Abby kept reading nonchalant, "let them crawl up my womb and stay in there, sometimes they just die in my cunt if I leave them there too long and I have to pull them out but it's what they deserve."
"Sure do." Ernie snapped the serpent on his dick. "This one died pretty easy, fucking pathetic."
With a cracking wrangle of the bone, the donkey rolled the back-end of its body to a violent 180-degree bend, forcing the spine against itself before he pulled the dead snake free and tossed it aside. He hadn't even cum yet, but he was dripping enough on the ground for the komodo mother to lick up the taste and get eager, her cloaca puffing out between her legs with a hungry drip.
She rolled onto her back with a gurgling noise, a herculean effort with her gravid belly when Ernie bent down and stroked around her juicy cunt. His fingers slipped inside as the dragon rasped in pleasure, the anthro's touch so pleasant to her death-starved body when he dove in deeper to scratch at her walls. With his other hand gripping her leg, he kept her steady as he stretched her cunt and scrabbled his fingers around her depths to reach for her womb.
A painful snarl escaped her when he dug his full hand in, forcing the cunt wider than ever before it sucked round his wrist and sealed itself tight. The donkey found her eggs, smooth and slippery stones that he grasped one of and pulled back out with a firm wrench that ripped at her cuntlips. The komodo barked with a painful shudder, then gave a strange rumbling sound at the sight of her egg in the palm of Ernie's hand.
"Look at that," he said, offering it, "this coulda been a cutie that saved your species. You coulda done something about it. But you don't give a shit, do ya? You know your fucking place like every cunt feral that ever lived."
He tightened his fingers with a trembling crack, his thumb stabbed through the shell and the rest of the egg crumbled with an explosion of yolk. All across the mother's face, albumen sprayed on her gasping face as she flicked her tongue faster in bliss from the abortion. Egg shells slithered off Ernesto's hand as a small meaty string was seen crushed in his fingers, a scaly worm of an unborn komodo with its pink eyeless head.
"Fucking good riddance," he slapped the fetus down on her belly, "now let's get the rest of your runts."
The dragon spurted with elation at her dead child, before Ernie shoved back in her and grabbed for the next egg. Laurence was also enjoying a scaly hole with the komodo father, who groaned at the teen's cock slapping balls deep in his rear, while his twin shafts dribbled out a hefty glut of pre. The tiger savoured the body, like fucking a corpse that responded to him which briefly made him wonder what sex with a zombie would be like. He was half-tempted to give the beast a kiss, but recalled Abby's warning and instead grabbed the beast's throat to choke him a little.
Choking any reptile was a great effort with their powerful necks, but it made Laurence try harder as he dug his thumbs against the larynx's general region when he clapped his balls against the cloaca. The grinding of his shaft heated up the father's insides, who rasped with a buck of his lower body to feel every inch of that youthful spear. His tongue flicked out to taste both their arousal, his belly rumbled and his double-dicks spurted on his scales with each smack of Laurence's plums.
"O-ohhh fuck...ohhh shit you feel good, I wanna fuck your family dead."
"Go right ahead," DuPont flicked through her zine, "damn Shelley Meredith got caught drunk-driving again, bitch get off the pole already."
"NNNNGH, HAAAAH, y-you want me to...f-fuck one of your kids inside ya?"
The tiger was incensed as he motioned to Ernie for one of the eggs. The donkey ripped out a second one as the mother shrieked in a trembling pant, then tossed the egg over to his assistant who cracked it on the ground, and pulled out a dripping little fetus that made the father purr in glee. He wiggled his legs like a puppy and begged for it harder with a thumping tail, when Laurence pulled out his dick and shoved the unborn lizard into the cloaca.
"Heh, kinda like you're getting a womb too," the teen gasped, "get that bitch in there and die like your wife."
He stuffed his length back in the komodo's ass, crunching his unborn son into a ball of meat that squirmed out into his guts, making a fleshy wrap for the anthro's spear that fucked him harder. The father croaked with stronger bucking pumps, his two halberds spurted faster to make a small puddle round his belly when he felt the hatchling's bones twist inside of him. Raking scars formed in his cloacal passage as the pain grew thicker from the anthro's lust that punched in the child, until it was a fleshy lump.
Ernesto pulled out a third egg that he cracked and smashed on the mother's belly, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and a final seventh one with her belly deflating from each extraction. With each slam of an unborn child on her stomach, she was covered in thick yolk and streaks of baby meat that made her pussy throb in elation, when she came in a hard spurt of scaly juices all over Ernesto's arm. The donkey smirked as he kept fisting her womb, bruising her insides when he punched harder to try and rip through the fleshy balloon.
"Howsit feel, whore?" The donkey chuckled. "Feel your whole species dying out at last, your entire filthy bloodline all over my fist?"
The beast cried out in rapture and chuffed a pleading noise to be ruined, trying to inch herself down and impale herself on the hairy arm. Ernie gripped her throat with his yolk-covered hand, fresh with the remnants of her children who made a cute corpse pile on her tummy. His other hand drove deep and tore her womb open, then grabbed a fistful of organs that he ripped out in one vicious jerk. The dragon screamed loud through their ears as her guts were twisted free from her cunt, a long stream of blackish-purple intestines that wrapped round Ernesto's fingers.
Unravelling the spool of guts, the donkey used both hands to roll it in his hands and eviscerate her lower body, then dumped them on the komodo's belly before he shoved in to grab the next set of organs. Kidneys, liver, bladder, a shiny set of flesh-pebbles were plucked free from the dying beast, who writhed in a desperate frenzy as bloody spurts came gushing from her gaped cloaca. Her body felt hollow, a shell of agony that throbbed in unrelenting suffering that only made her hornier. Ernesto went back in for thirds and found her stomach, then ripped it free with a stretching tear and left a thick trail of greenish acids all oozing from her cunt.
Her last moments would be full of cock, when the donkey crawled on top of her and proceeded to rape her eager body. The splitting of her cloaca was the last trembling pain she felt, her head slumped on its side with tongue splayed out as the mule whapped his balls on her cunt. Two pairs of clapping sounds filled the exhibit as husband and wife were ravaged by their superiors, to which the male komodo came from the sight of his slaughtered wife and children.
"MMMMPH, FUCK!" the equine shuddered. "Got a good cocksleeve once all the bits are out."
"Glad to hear," the zookeeper kept reading, "saves me a lot of cleanup work."
"He really begged for it," panted Laurence, "shit I wanna fuck more of 'em."
"Take a few snakes if you want, they're not going anywhere but hell."
The two workers humped away into the lizards, and while Laurence was not successful in strangling the komodo, he was giving it all he got with bucking slams of his orange hips. Finally he would come with a shuddering moan, filling the reptile with thick mammal seed as the feral came with him, tightening up his cloaca and spraying his milk all over himself.
The tiger then grabbed a nearby rock and took matters in his own hands, not wanting to disappoint his daddy when he beat the lizard to death. He smashed the dragon's brains and crunched his jaw with heavy thuds, and never stopped once until the beast stopped moving forever. Blood sputtered with each slam, a greyish water filled out from the splitting skull until the teen was satisfied, and he pulled his wet dick out of the used cloaca. Ernie finished up with his whore when he flooded her cunt with a hefty glut of jizz, gushing a rich white pond out of her hole.
"Mmmmmph, fuck," he sighed with relief, "god damn I love doing this job."
"You do a good service," Abby closed her magazine and stood up, "alright, are you done?"
"Sure am, clean me up before we stop, boy."
"Y-yes, daddy!"
Laurence crawled forwards as Ernie pulled out of his bitch, offering his blood-drenched shaft for the tiger to suck clean. The boy swallowed halfway down, struggled a few seconds with a coughing gag, then managed to go a little further and choked on the meaty plums before he swirled his tongue round the pole, then popped it from his mouth.
"Good boy," he stroked the tiger's head, "you're as good as your mother thanks to all the training."
"Th-thank you, daddy," the teen whimpered gladly, "fuck you taste good after snuffing a bitch."
"One day that bitch'll be your mom, and we'll see how good a boy you are then."
They packed up the camera and helped dispose of the reptiles, carrying them off to be tossed in a dumpster at the back of the zoo with various other disregarded beasts. Abby waved them goodbye with her thanks, before the two drove off back home.
By this point, Ernesto had now fully taken over the Lebowskis' home, sitting on a sofa another month later with two tongues dragging over his dick. A few missteps to goad the mother into being watched by her son, which brought her to her knees beside Laurence and now shared the fat equine length with her son. The taste was insatiable, their rough-hewn tongues tickled him in just the right ways as Laurence nursed the head, and his mother sucked his balls.
"Mmmmmm god damn," the mule sighed, "this is the fucking life."
"You like that, daddy?" the teen slurped round his head.
"You damn right, you learned from your mother good."
"Heehee, he's a natural!" Doris smacked her lips on the sack. "Got all the best parts from me!"
"His ass felt as tight as yours too," Ernie shuddered, "fuck...I think today we get to do some house cleaning, before I nut again."
"Ooooh yeah?! My sweet Clarence getting to go to the big stable in the sky?"
"Mmhmm, your fucking feral bitch gets what he deserves while I rail you."
"C-can I clean you up after?" panted Laurence. "Please, daddy?"
"Course you can." The donkey stood up. "Boy, grab the drainer, meet me out back."
The adults walked to the stable out back, where Clarence waited with an eager snort and trampled his hooves around the dry mud. With a shake of his head, he nuzzled Ernie's belly and went straight for the dick, sucking him with a thick tongue and long snout that made the anthro sigh in bliss, whilst Doris kept sucking on his nuts.
Laurence came out with a vacuum-like machine that had a long rubbery horse, which he brought up to the horse's rump and on his master's commands, shoved it into the black donut with a muffled whinny from Clarence. The boy was used to this procedure now, putting it on half-power as the vessel wormed its way inside and crawled forth like a dreadsome worm, sucking up parts of the horse intestines that were slowly ripped from their moorings.
The beast shuddered with discomfort as he kept sucking his superior, having learned how to curl his tongue around the length and keep his chompers away from the flesh. Much like his owner, he was easy to train as Ernesto's new pet, the mule thrust in his snout whilst the drain hose sucked out his guts in a wretched slorp. Laurence was fascinated at its hunger, whilst his mother kept sucking Ernie's balls and watched her stallion grow fully erect from his internal execution.
"Gooood bitch," the horse chuckled, "just let it happen...suffer for me like all you cunts deserve."
"Mmmmph, god," Doris whimpered, "can't believe you gonna just...k-kill my sweet boy."
"You wanna join him? Make sure you ain't lonely."
The mother trembled just like her son did at the thought, too horny to think straight on self-preservation. Likewise her horse was the same, despite the creeping death of the suction snake eating away at his intestines as Laurence gazed upon the gulping drain. Organs twisted down its powerful length, meaty squelches and bloody drool trickled out the anal pucker with each swallow of the machine.
Searching through the horse's innards, the long tube was fed into Clarence by the teenager as kidneys were ripped out, the liver was devoured and the bladder was scrunched up into a ball that popped right down into the metal beast. It hungered for more as it ravaged the insides, sucking out all the stomach lining with a voracious churn with the sound of a meat grinder. Clarence screamed on Ernie's dick, making it vibrate harder as the mule grabbed the horse's ears and slammed to the hilt repeatedly.
Doris had to stop sucking with the balls smacking in her face, instead crawling over to the throbbing feral cock that drizzled with cum for the last time. She sucked his head gratefully, receiving the horse's milk with whorish sounds whilst her son jerked off nearby. Clarence pushed back against the deathly hose, impaling himself fully with a trembling neigh whilst he was throatfucked eagerly, feeling his end come close with a shudder in his lungs. All the while the machine rattled with such force, it pleasured his anal tunnel and beyond like a vibrator .
"N-nnngh, fuck," Ernie gritted his teeth, "do it, boy, whack it up high, let's snuff this fucking bitch."
"Y-yes, YES!" whimpered Doris, sucking the horse. "Snuff him good, son, k-kill my sweet Clarence!"
Incensed by his mother and master, the teenager turned the dial up and watched the machine shake faster, desiring more flesh as it ripped out the lungs and tore out the bronchial tubes, suffocating the horse without air. The farmbeast bulged from his eyes and his nostrils flared with a heaving shake, struggling to hold on and keep his superior pleased. Then his heart was crushed like a grape, a throaty burst of blood sputted out his face and dripped down on Ernesto's shaft.
But the vacuum lance was not yet finished, and the horse's last thoughts struggled to keep him standing when Doris felt him about to topple, and quickly backed out from under him. With one last tremendous pulse of hot white, the stallion shrieked his death-climax when the hose stabbed up through his throat, and punched straight into his brain with a monstrous crack. Just above his left eye, a funnel raged with hunger when they watched bits of brain and bone swallow everything around the wound.
Ernesto came down the horse's throat, his final offering before he pulled out and watched the beast collapse on his front legs. His eyes stared blank with one of them squeezing out of its socket, then the screaming mouth of the hose sucked the ball right in whilst all of its brains were churned down into a slop. Doris pumped her cunt at the death of her beloved, whose large twitching corpse kicked up the mud around him, and his large cock spurted its last with a cummy puddle.
"O-o-ohhhh s-sweet lord," the mother whimpered, "c-can't believe this, he...he's really...mmmmph."
"See why I love it so much?" Laurence turned off the drain machine. "Feels good snuffing out a beast."
"God damn it is...ohhh, fuck I can't take it, Ernesto please!"
"Is today the day?" The donkey bent her over Clarence's body. "The day I put you to rest as well?"
"Y-yes, yes, anything, just please F-FUCK ME!"
"Heh, can do."
He pulled down her pants and grinded his dick against her cunt, shivering in bliss when he slammed himself in and felt her wondrous stretch. Laurence pumped himself up and gingerly approached, offering his dick to her as she swallowed it whole in the peak of lust.
"OHHH, m-mom!" The teen humped her face. "F-fucking, fucking yes you whore!"
"That's right boy," the donkey panted behind her, "fucking cunts deserve only two things. Death and dick."
"Y-you...we gonna kill her?"
"You want it, slut?" He brought out a wire and put it against her throat. "Just say yes. One little word...I give you the best and last fuck of your life, while you choke on your son's dick."
"Mmmm...h-hhhh!" She pulled back and slurped across Laurence's meat. "F-fucking...kill me. Rape me good with that donkey dick, a-and Laurie...use me all you want like you did our puppies."
"Fuuuck yes," he grabbed her head and shoved it back down, "I'm real glad that, m-mmmph, those were your last words you fucking bitch."
The males spitroasted her with heavy claps of their balls, savouring her sloppy warmth as Ernie wrapped the wire round her throat. He was slow and careful, tightening a few inches every few thrusts to gauge her willingness and always giving her a chance to back out. But she never did. She bobbed her head on her son's meat and slobbered on his nuts, ravenous to die and eager to serve with her tail raised up and pushing back against Ernesto. The last motions of her long-time pet went still beneath her at last, her hands rubbing along his now-emptied belly.
With each pump of his fat cock, Ernie tightened the wire round the mother's throat, slowly but surely strangling her until her eyes quivered much like her stallion's had. The aching death, the suffocating line that pushed on her larynx made her think for a brief second to have him stop, like all the other times he choked her a bit too much. But his cock felt too good this time, and Clarence looked so happy in his death. Was it truly so bad to die serving a superior like this?
She said nothing, and fought the instincts of self-preservation with all her spirit still remaining. The strangling clench of the garotte darkened her skin, her breath turned short on her son's dick while his hand gripped the back of her ears. A whimpering purr escaped her as her eyes rolled up, turning raspy by the second despite how deep she bobbed on him. Her pussy clenched in rapture, choking the cock of the one who would kill her, whose hands twisted against her neck until the wire split her flesh.
Blood dripped down and Laurence felt her struggle, the straining of her pupils excited him too much to hold back as he snarled and pumped his seed down her throat. The last thing she tasted was her son's semen, and the last thing he felt was his mother's breath in the same moment. Her hands fell limp, a teeny crack could be heard when her larynx was severed, and a spasm ran through her back causing Ernie to cum hard.
"MMMMMPH, f-fuuuuuck yes." He shuddered from his prize. "Fucking snuff it you whore...good riddance like your pet."
Her last actions would be to please him, when her cunt tightened in its death throes and sucked him of his remaining seed. His balls set flush against her puss, and he rolled his hips to make sure every inch was sated when he dumped his load in her still womb.
"Sh-shit," Laurence stammered, "she...i-is she-"
"Yep." Ernesto pulled the wire off her. "Dead as your fucking mutt, both of them."
"D-dude...d-daddy...you really killed her."
"I don't half-ass my work, boy. Now what do you say?"
"Th-...thank you," he blushed with a terrible grin, "she felt...really good on my dick."
"Like all whores do," the mule pulled out, "now clean my dick and help me drag her inside, don't want folks seeing her out here since killing ferals is one thing but...anthros are another."
"Did we really...do a crime?" The boy asked.
"To most folks, yes."
He pointed at his shaft which Laurence gladly cleaned, sucking all of his mother's juices clean from the studly flesh, before he helped his new daddy carry Doris inside and out of view. With no one to stop him, Ernesto had a new house and a new pupil, as well as a fucktoy still good for a few days before it would have to be disposed. But Laurence was happy despite his orphaning, he nuzzled against Ernesto's belly with their feet propped on his mother's corpse, while they watched another film they made of someone else's dog being snuffed.",
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