Death of the Artist’s Thief
By: Monica Vix
Sneaking along in the dead of night, the brown and white rabbit was trying to find a hidden
warehouse. On her map, she was given the locations of where a special art exhibit in the making might
be, a chance to score on some rare treasures. If the bunny was lucky, her emerald eyes would land on a
Banksy. Monica was in it to gain as much priceless treasure as she could, especially with the theme of
this particular exhibit: Still life. It was a staple in any painting and media community, drawing and
sculpting people simply existing about their day and relaxing. It was a personal favorite for the rabbit,
now sneaking along the dark and dingy docks that held a plethora of warehouses.
The black latex catsuit of the rabbit allowed her to stick to the shadows with little worry about
being spotted. Even then, Monica steered clear and hid the instant she saw the bright beams of
patrolling guard’s flashlights. Getting caught here wouldn’t just get her a stern talking to. The thieving
bunny continued to slink across, darting between warehouse to warehouse, attempting to find anything
that she could use to get closer to the art she so desperately craved. Just peeking into the warehouse
windows to get any idea of what was inside was getting her excited! The added danger of the guards
around her made the bunny anxious, of course, but also made her feel the rush of doing something
heinous.
Eventually, those glimmering emerald eyes found her mark! A large red crate within one
warehouse was the one she was told about, containing all of the still life sculptures and paintings. It
was so close that Monica could almost taste it! Her agile hands quickly made work of the lock on the
window, leaving it wide open as she would slip inside. The black latex along her body was sleek and
stylish, as well as sneaky, but it was also loud as it creaked and squeaked against the metal frame of the
window and against itself as Monica descended down. Her feet touched against the concrete ground,
the cold air of the warehouse making her shiver. The brown and white furred body was more that chilly
as she entered the little warehouse.
Step after step, Monica drew herself closer and closer to the shipping container she heard so
much about. Her hands grasped onto the lock and began to pick at it, trying to hurry as she heard
guards outside starting to talk. She hoped that they were only talking about this frigid weather. The
rabbit managed to break in, opening the lock without any major dents or scratches on the lock body.
Panting, full of anticipation, Monica pushed into the warehouse’s prized container! Her eyes were met
with nothing but darkness at first. Thus, the black latex gloved hand pulled out her own flashlight,
fumbling with the slender metal tube for a moment, making even more of a ruckus.
With a click, the light flicked to life! The chilling white glow of the flashlight illuminated the
contents of the container. Monica’s eyes widened as she saw what looked like people, all in various
stages of being clothed. Her first thought was that these were sculptures made to look as life like as
possible, but there wasn’t any way that could be. Looking closely, the bunny shuddered. That fur
looked too… realistic. There was a certain chill in the air, a looming sense of death and dread that made
the bunny’s fur stand on end within her latex catsuit. Her white furred maw was agape as she stared at
the plethora of bodies, their forms caught in this intricate dance of being posed lifelessly, however their
forms posed in stances as if they were full of vigor, their life trapped like these were just pictures!

These corpses were posed and positioned in such elaborate, lifelike shapes and motions that it
was hard to believe they were even dead. Just a simple shine of the flashlight over their eyes reflected
the lack of consciousness and thought behind those lovely, grey tinted orbs. The way that the light
rolled over the eyes made it obvious that these were real, the very same flesh that they died with
forever trapped in a dry, unblinking state.
Monica would ogle and stare at the pristine furred coats of all of the corpses turned sculptures.
Every simple streak of fur was perfect. The royal reds, the shimmering golds, and even the lovely silver
bodies of all of them were spectacular to look at! As Monica was inspecting one golden retriever girl
caught undressing herself, she spotted something that looked… odd. Her eyes focused and squinted at
her neck, seeing something that didn’t look… exactly right. Emerald orbs glanced up to the lifeless,
forcibly smiling expression of the golden retriever, looking at the grey tinted blue eyes frozen in a stare
directly forward. Looking back down to the neck, Monica was able to piece together what happened.
“Oh god…” The bunny whispered to herself. “She was… strangled to death? And posed like…
like this?” Monica couldn’t stop herself from looking down further past the wrung neck of the canine.
She traced the gentle curve of the hefty chest that was on display, permanently stuck in a frame of her
white shirt being pulled away like an everlasting strip tease.
The gloved hand of the rabbit reached out. Blush filled her cheeks. She knew what fate this
woman must’ve met, but that bust was… calling to her. Black latex slowly squeezed around one of the
plump tits, able to feel the fat and firm material of muscle underneath it. Those breasts definitely
weren’t fake. But her hand rolled up from the breast to feel the soft golden fur, displacing strands of it
slowly with a careful touch. It was like she was touching an artifact from some forgotten era with how
gentle and slow she was. The rabbit gasped as she could feel the hard metal armature in the shoulders
of the canine, the strands of steel embedded in her body to keep her arms at such an angle without
falling over! It was horrifying. It was… interesting. Maybe a little more than simply interesting.
Suddenly, there was a sound from the outside. A loud squeak that was quickly met with a click.
Monica knew that she wasn’t alone anymore. Fear swiftly settled in her heart as she scrambled, trying
to figure out how to hide. The door was still open, the lock loosely hanging off of its perch on the front
of the container.
“Hello?” A masculine voice called out from beyond the container. “If there’s someone there,
show yourself now. Last warning.” The man continued to walk closer and closer towards the container,
his flashlight glinting and casting light into the box full of corpses.
Monica panicked. She gasped a little too loud and heard the footsteps stop, quieting herself as
quickly as she could. The rabbit turned off her flashlight and scrambled to the end of the large shipping
container, trying to hide herself in plain sight alongside the other bodies. The brown rabbit’s heart was
beating like an overworked engine as she hid snuggled up to an otter boy, his mostly clothed body
serving as a barrier between Monica and her pursuer.
The foot steps continued to grow louder and louder as the flashlight’s gleam grew brighter and
brighter. Monica shuddered as she waited in place, trying to hide herself. Then, suddenly, the doors
opened! That blinding white light was cast upon her and the rest of the bodies, the higher power
flashlight making her matte black latex shimmer. There was no noise in the air other than the distant
waves of the dock. The rabbit was frozen in fear, trying to hide in plain sight. She didn’t even dare to
move her eyes as she was hiding the best she can behind the brown otter corpse.

A tall black canine loomed in the opening of the shipping container. His dark brown eyes gazed
over the collection of corpses, not even phased by the macabre nature of the container. Stepping in one
foot at a time, the wolf was hunting for whoever could be in here. He scanned over the corpses, all of
which were bound by wires within their own bodies to keep them upright. Whistling slowly to himself,
Sturm started to approach slowly, step by step. Those piercing brown eyes were gazing with such an
intense scrutiny that it looked like Sturm would burst things into fire with just his eyes alone!
Monica trembled ever so slightly as the light landed on her for a moment. Her latex covered body
reeked of sweat from how it retained all of her body fluids. She knew that she was about to get caught
and arrested on the spot, especially with how weird and shady the contents of this container were!
When she saw her chance, the rabbit would bolt out. Her body was trembling as her heart thudded like
a jackhammer. The instant that the flashlight moved away from her, the rabbit started to move! Her
brown and white furred body restrained by the matte black latex started to move and bolt for the
opening of the door, abandoning any hopes of getting any expensive art. Two steps. It was only two
steps forward and Monica felt resistance from behind, the wolf grabbing onto her latex outfit with one
hand.
Gasping and yelping, Monica was thrown to the ground! Sturm held dominion over her as the
wolf almost effortlessly threw the would be thief to the metal floor of the shipping container as if it was
nothing. His dark furred body would pin down the rabbit, a cold gun pressed to her cheek. As the
flashlight was dropped to the wayside, Monica could barely see those dark brown eyes gazing down at
her, a steely pair of eyes stare piercing into her heart as she looked up and saw the wolf that caught her.
“Not so fast.” The wolf growled in a low voice. Sturm’s sharp white teeth were on full display
with a blood curdling grin. “Trying to cop a feel before the exhibit, huh? You must be one eager perv to
get at these bitches.” His low snarl continued with every word. One of his powerful clawed hands
grasped one of Monica’s wrenching it behind her back.
Huffing, groaning, the rabbit yelped in pain as her arm was pressed against her back in a painful
position. Her legs kicked in the air as she was held down like she was nothing but a toy. “Ow, ow, off,
off!” Monica squeaked with her legs weakly hitting Sturm’s back. “Let me go! I’m not gonna fight, just
get off! I won’t say anything!” She pleaded.
“Hm… I don’t think so. I’m under special orders to deal with anyone who sees this shipment…
personally~” Sturm licked his lips as he held the rabbit down. “Unless you got something that could
bribe me, you’re getting a little more than just being arrested.” He threatened in that low tone of voice,
forcing the barrel of his gun up to the lower eye ridge of the rabbit.
Whimpering, falling quiet of words, the rabbit got nervous and quivered. “I-I won’t say anything.
Uh… you can, uh… fuck me? Hold me down and fuck me for as long as you want?” Monica tried to
plead. “O-or, uh… you can watch me play with one of these bodies? Masturbate to me? Something? I-I
don’t really… have any money or anything like that. This suit doesn’t have many pockets.” The bunny
continued to squeak. The danger was making her blush, forcing arousal into her body.
“Oh? You’re a horny bitch just trying to get your rocks off, aren’t you?” The wolf said with a
wide, demon like smile as he looked down to Monica. “Well, in that case, who am I to say no? But… I
don’t really like having sex with talkative things like you.” Sturm slowed his words down, moving the

cold barrel of the pistol up towards Monica’s forehead. “Any last words?” The wolf grinned nice and
wide, looking down at the bunny that was his prey.
Panting, gasping for air, the heart of the little rabbit kept thumping harder and harder as she
couldn’t do anything but look up to the gun pointed right at her brains. Her white furred lips moved,
opening just a little as if she had something to say, just to close again for a moment. Shuddering,
sighing, Monica’s lips curled into a nervous smile. “P-please make sure I become an art piece, too?”
The rabbit squeaked out in an uncertain voice, her eyes looking up towards Sturm with nothing but
pure helplessness and desperation.
“What a stupid little pervert of a rabbit I caught.” The wolf sighed to himself with the shake of
his head. Before Monica could reply to such a harsh statement to her, Sturm squeezed the trigger of his
gun.
The rabbit thrashed hard as she died in an instant, blood splattering the bottom of the storage
container with her latex covered body twitching and struggling for life without the brain directing her
movements. Monica’s pretty emerald eyes rolled back in her head as all of her life was instantly
sundered from her body, leaving her nothing but a corpse that was once breathing like all of the other
taxidermy anthros around her. Her fingers twitched in their gloves, her toes twitching in her boots, and
her mouth hanging agape with drool off of her white furred lips. The latex of her body squeaked ever
so slightly as her thighs pressed against each other. All of the tension was slowly released from her
body like water being let out of a dam. Death took the rabbit in an instant! It was honestly rather funny
just how quickly the bunny became a still life piece like all of those around her.
Sturm let out a long, satisfied sigh. He looked down at his handiwork and the bleeding hole
through her head, taking care of a pesky thief with just a single shot. The rabbit under him, who he
never even got the name of, was just an object to be used and potentially put on display. The dark
furred hands of the wolf started to play with the much more relaxed face of his victim, his fingers
prodding at her drool covered lips and even teasing just a little further into her mouth. Monica was
nothing but a doll to him now. Sturm could even feel his dick straining against the cloth of his pants
and underwear, begging to be let free and able to fuck the corpse of the freshly slain rabbit.
A heavy sigh rolled off his lips, a puff of warm air running from Sturm’s maw. He looked down
at Monica with such great desire. Dark claws started to dig into the latex catsuit that the dead rabbit
wore, peeling it away bit by bit after first ripping into it. Jagged edges of ripped latex started to reveal
the brown and white fur underneath, slowly ripping and shearing the matte black material as he
revealed her chest and torso bit by bit. The pleasure and the sheer desire was all that mattered to the
horny wolf as he looked down upon his dead prey. A simple, relaxed smile on Monica’s dead face was
all he needed to keep going further and further with the treatment of her body. Strong hands would roll
over her limp corpse, feeling the relaxed muscles and squeezing her breasts as if they were stress toys
that couldn’t ever feel pain, digging his claws in so much to draw just a little smidge of blood.
“Such a bad thief.” Sturm chuckled. “What did you expect when stealing stuffed corpses? Just
getting arrested? Dirty deeds get you done dirty, too~” The wolf mocked the dead rabbit underneath
him.
Monica had no response. No words escaped the limp lips of the rabbit as she laid on the cold
ground, her flesh slowly cooling as her heart no longer beat. She had no resistance as the wolf started to
reach to her musky cunt, fingers slipping into black panties that were underneath her sneaky catsuit.

Those pretty emerald eyes started to grow grey as she continued to die and fade away, staring blankly
at the wolf looming above her like a storm cloud. Monica’s tongue was limp and hanging outside her
maw, small tinges of drool still coating her cheek fluff. Her body would twitch, just a little, just enough
to let Sturm know that it still had some power behind it. The dead bunny was a cute sight, especially
since her body was still so full of energy.
Chuckling to himself, Sturm held the dead rabbit in his hands. Setting her aside on the ground,
smearing the blood from her open would across the cold metal ground, the horny canine would place
his paws to his pants. Undoing his belt, pants button, and zipper in a quick motion, the wolf was getting
set to fuck the shit out of this dead rabbit! Sturm’s large red canine cock was on full display, steam and
musk rising from it in the cool air of the corpse filled shipping container. His dark brown eyes stared
down at the exposed cunt of the rabbit, his toothy maw curled into a devilish grin while looking at the
white furred lower lips of the stupid bunny. Clawed digits wiggled down to the exposed vagina, poking
and slowly spreading the heated snatch.
Surprise quickly filled Sturm as the rabbit peed in her death! Her snatch was slowly stained
yellow as the apparently dehydrated rabbit was releasing her fluids all over the ground of the storage
container. It was just something for him to clean up later. With a disappointed sigh, Sturm shifted his
attention to the head of the rabbit, seeing those soft lips and the plush tongue on full display. The wolf
started to press his large dick against the waiting maw of the dead rabbit, feeling the looseness and
relaxed nature of her soft lips with just a little touch. The anticipation was just filling his heart up with
arousal!
“Such a stupid slut…” Sturm laughed at the expense of the dead rabbit below him. “Gotta keep
your mouth open wide when you have a client. I already paid you with a bullet to the head, you should
perform better~” The wolf shoved his thumb into the mouth of the dead rabbit, wrenching her jaws
wide open!
Monica’s body jolted and reacted to each and every movement Sturm inflicted on her. The rabbit
corpse couldn’t come back with any form of witty reply as her brains continued to ooze out the back of
her head, the lifeless eyes slowly growing cross as she was jostled around. Just a little touch into her
warm maw was wet and slimy. It was full of spittle even though she was consistently drooling! With a
chuckle, the black wolf started to slip his canine cock into her waiting maw, sliding the red dick in past
the buck bunny teeth. If she were alive still, she would probably be fighting and protesting. But with
just a simple bullet to the head, the would be thief was happily accepting the gift of a large dick
slipping down her throat!
Sighing in pure bliss, the hard working canine relieved himself with the rabbit. Her throat, even if
it was loose and lifeless, was still heaven on his dick as he slipped himself deeper and deeper! Sturm
could feel the muscles of her throat lax and resting around his cock, not a shred of resistance preventing
his decent down her lovely body. One of his clawed hands groped and squeezed a white furred breast of
the bunny slut beneath him, squeezing it firmly and roughly without any care of how the corpse would
feel. The hard, throbbing knot was placed to the white furred lips, straining against the buck bunny
teeth in the open mouth. Hell, Sturm was so deep that he could feel the curved tip of his dick pressed
against the dividing section of tissue that separated her throat into the esophagus and windpipe! The
little flap that separated them encouraged his cock to slide down the windpipe, guiding him to fill the
empty lungs with cum.

“You’re such an exhibitionist, aren’t you? Getting your throat fucked in front of other pretty
corpses ready to be auctioned off~” Sturm continued to mock and insult his rabbit toy as he fucked her
throat. “I bet you dropped by to try to become one of these pretty dolls.” The wolf grunted as he forced
his knot into her maw. “Eh… maybe I’ll get a good price for you… a few thousand or so… but with
how I roughed you up? Eh, it’ll probably shave a few hundred off your price tag.” The wolf spoke so
casually about exploiting the dead body under his balls.
Humping, grinding, fucking the rabbit’s throat as if it was the best hole in the world, Sturm
continued to enjoy Monica’s dead body. He looked over her as if he was fucking her normally, drool
from his canine maw dripping down and splattering onto her chubby white belly. The rabbit corpse
underneath the powerful wolf was ever so slightly twitchy when it came to every thrust into her cooling
body, every powerful movement that sundered the remnants of her soul. Saliva coated the large canine
dick again and again as it pumped down her throat, kissing the very beginnings of her lungs as Sturm
refused to go any slower.
With the large dick slipping down into the limp, loose throat of the rabbit, the wolf continued to
enjoy himself by groping and playing with the dead body. His hand rolled over the soft, chubby body,
pressing into the soft fur and enjoying the gentle squish of her lifeless corpse. Sturm drooled over the
simple sensation of the dead rabbit. He hunted this little thief down and gave her a once in a life time
opportunity to become a pretty little taxidermy doll like all the others staring at them. Those dark claws
wiggled under the torn latex and ran over untouched fur, feeling the black corset piercings that were
just a little out of sight under the matte latex. The rabbit’s body was just perfect to feel and grope, just a
pretty little doll of soft fur and supple flesh.
Grunting, huffing, Sturm lost his words as he continued to enjoy himself inside the mouth of the
rabbit. His dick continued to pound deep into her throat, kissing the trachea and dribbling precum into
the airless lungs drop by drop. He humiliated Monica. He didn’t even know her name and made a
complete mockery out of the bunny’s dead, cooling body. Pressing his large knot past her teeth again
and again, throat fucking her with the entire eight inches of powerful canine cock thudding and
throbbing within her inner warmth. If the rabbit prey he fucked was still alive, he would be feeling her
gagging complaints and an irregular, erratic heart rate as she would panic. That panic and fear would be
fun, but would ultimately get in the way of Sturm’s pleasure. Monica was just a tool to help him reach
climax and get a few bucks, nothing more.
Cum dripped and pooled into the lungs of the rabbit. Monica’s vacant grey green eyes were
looking in two different directions as she laid there dead on the ground, under the watchful gaze of
multiple other corpses. Sturm loved the body of the rabbit so much he considered just taking her for
himself like a greedy bastard. Those thoughts of pleasure and affection for the corpse reached an all
time high as his orgasm started to splatter out, painting the insides of Monica’s lungs white with heavy,
steaming cum. Small puffs of steam rose past Sturm’s dick and into the air, the heated mixture of thick
cum fusing with the cool, late night air made a fun spiral of steam.
Letting a heated groan roll off his lips, Sturm reclined his head back in pure bliss. Orgasming into
the cooling body of the bunny was more than blissful, more than what words could offer! Sturm started
to hump and grind into the corpse of the rabbit, pulling his knot out once again to only thrust it right
back in. The humiliated bunny with lungs full of cum didn’t complain one bit as her grey hued eyes
were looking in two completely different directions, completely dead and simply an object for his
pleasure.

“Ah~ There we go~” Sturm sighed as he pulled his dick out all the way. Small droplets of cum
splattered onto the face of the dead rabbit. “Such a good girl. Yea… such a good girl.” The wolf panted,
leaning back on the ground of the shipping container. “Hm… maybe I’ll take you home instead. Too
cute of a body to sell.” The wolf praised the murdered rabbit just a little.
Sighing, taking a break, the wolf simply pulled his pants back up to hide his bare ass. Shaking his
head against the cold, Sturm would slowly heave himself up to his feet. Stretching, popping his back,
the canine let out a satisfactory groan as he was now in a more normal position than crouching
painfully over a rabbit’s body. A moment more and Sturm would be picking up Monica, heaving the
latex covered rabbit up over his shoulder like she was just a heavy sack of potatoes. Spanking her matte
black latex ass, the canine chuckled. He could take a break to hide her away for later. This rabbit’s body
was good enough to convince Sturm to get in trouble with work just a little.
Taking a break after fucking the living shit out of a dead rabbit, the wolf was already exhausted.
He still had a long shift to go through, but it could wait just a few minutes or so to put away his prize.
Sturm would walk off, find the janitorial closet, and tuck the rabbit into a black trash bag to keep her
nice and fresh, as well as making it so she wouldn’t make a mess from her head, cunt, or mouth.
Slipping the dead rabbit in a trash bag also made it easier to carry her! Sturm would then lock the dead
rabbit bag in the back seat of his truck, giving her a gentle cushion in the form of his discarded fast
food that he still needed to take out.