Hunting Season
By: Monica Vix
The golden rays of sunlight kissed the golden fur of the golden retriever. Typhe’s eyes fluttered
open, their fluffy furred body on the softest patch of grass and dirt she could find. Bright blue eyes
slowly opened to the forested scene around her soft body. First, there was a large yawn from her fanged
mouth, the sharp points of canine teeth on full display for a moment. Then, nothing but confusion. Her
eyebrows raised in surprise as she found herself naked on the ground of a full forest. This… wasn’t
where she was at last night? This was... new?
Confusion and terror rapidly flooded Typhe’s mind. She sat up in a start. Sticks and leaves were
in her hair already, her yellow-gold body standing out like a beacon in the warm light of the sun and
against the dark dirt. Typhe only just awoke and her body was alight with terror and fear. There was a
slight smell of morning dew clinging to the grass surrounding her, then… smelling deeper… a coppery
smell? Her blue eyes struggled to focus against the harsh lights of the unobstructed sun, so much so
that she didn’t see the tatters of rope at her feet.
Typhe slowly pulled herself to her feet. Her long, fluffy tail swung behind her, brushing the grass
and dirt, rolling over the rope as if it was just another part of the scenery. Her nose was raised into the
air, trying to pick out scents. Trying to find something, trying for any hints of where she was or what
was around. All she could smell was a faint trace of alcohol from herself as well as that persisting
coppery smell.
Curiosity led the canine to walk down towards the smell, one foot at a time. Her golden body
shimmered in the sunlight as she passed under leaves. Blue eyes kept a look out along the ground and
the treeline, focusing and watching. Something was here. There just had to be. It was too quiet and it
was too unnerving to be here alone, naked, and without any memories of the night before. All she could
focus on was the smell of copper, the somewhat familiar scent tickling a part of her brain.
Two steps past a tree. That’s all it took for Typhe to see the source of the scent. A corpse was
laying on the ground, multiple crossbow bolts in their body. A red fox boy, naked like the golden
retriever was. His neck was slit as well, making a waterfall of blood down his front. The sight of the
dead body was terrifying to the canine, but something about the way the bolts were implanted in his
somewhat muscular form… attracted her?
Blue eyes scanned over the fox’s body a little more. The three bolts pierced his body so easily
that one even was touching the ground behind him! Typhe let out a shuddering breath of pleasure and
nervousness. Would this happen to her? Getting bolts shot at her until she was immobilized in pain, just
to get a knife to the neck and bleed out on the ground? Who did this? Would she even want to find out?
Snap! A sharp sound pierced the air. Typhe whirled around with a scream, her legs already
trembling from the unknown thing! She thought it was a hunter at first, someone set to kill her and fill
her body with bolts from a crossbow. Her fear quickly was replaced by confusion as she heard another
feminine scream from where the noise came from. No hunter would scream when hunting.
“Who’s there?!” Typhe called out, backing away. One of her soft hands grasped a bloody bolt in
the fox’s body, ready to wrench it out and use it as a weapon if need be.

“Fuck, who are you?!” A rabbit called out. Her brown fur helped her blend in with the forest a
little, but a long streak of white down her front and along her extremities didn’t help. “Oh, thank fuck,
I’m not the only one in this hellhole.” Monica sighed out. The rabbit held up her hands as she
approached Typhe.
The golden retriever hesitated. Her ears were standing on end, fur on edge, ready to strike at any
moment. “I-I, uh… what?” Typhe spoke out slowly. “I-I’m, uh, Typhe. Who… are you?” The canine
inquired. Her golden body slowly stood up. She was a little shorter than the rabbit.
“Oh, I’m Monica. I was, uh… out drinking, got a little rowdy… woke up here!” The rabbit also
smelled like alcohol, now Type was able to focus on smells again. “Did you do the same thing? Who’s
that guy?” Monica asked in rapid succession. A white furred finger was pointed down at the corpse of
the fox.
Typhe gave a little shrug. “I had a drink or two, but no one really paid me any mind.” The pretty
pup replied. “I don’t really… like standing here out in the open. You’re not… worried about getting
shot?” Typhe asked in concern. Her blue eyes were flicking around, watching the trees and waiting to
see something happen. It was tense. It was nerve wracking.
“Oh, uh… I ran into a hunter a little bit ago. I bounced back from my hangover fast enough to get
away!” Monica said a little loudly. Her voice was almost explosive as she spoke. “Do you want to stick
together, maybe? Try to find a place to hide?” Monica offered. A white furred hand was extended
towards the canine.
A blonde furred hand reached out and gingerly shook the hand of the bunny. Typhe opened her
mouth to say something, a slight smile on her lips. Her words were stolen from her. With a loud thud, a
bolt flew by the pair and impaled the already dead fox! The red furred body jolted as another large
crossbow bolt was sticking out of it, a fourth to the collection the corpse had already built up. From the
angle of the shot, both Monica and Typhe turned to where the hunter was.
There was a looming figure, taller than both of them. A large crossbow was held in her hands, the
feminine curves and plush chest giving away their sex. Strong, white arms with black stripes began to
pull back the drawstring of the crossbow, finger-less black gloves gripping onto the weapon for added
stability. The hunter wore a black helmet that reflected the morning sun into the eyes of the two living
prey, obscuring the pair from getting a good look at her body.
Fear overcame the pair standing in broad daylight. Monica grabbed onto Typhe’s hand, dragging
the golden retriever with her as she began to run. The lapine legs carried her fast across the grassy floor
of the forest, her white furred hand not relenting one bit with the blonde furred paw in her iron grasp.
Panting and crying out in pain as she continued on, the rabbit couldn’t stop. Typhe was struggling to
follow along, her feet skipping every other step!
The canine’s legs were flexing, pounding, thudding at the ground. She tried her best to keep up
with her lapine friend who was caught in this hellscape. A shot pierced the air, flying through the cool
morning’s wind to go right through the thick muscle that made up Typhe’s arm! The bolt went cleanly
through the arm, missing bone, just to fly and wedge itself into the dirt right in front of the pair.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Typhe cried loudly in pure pain. Her eyes began to tear up as her arm was

bleeding from the wound, but there was no stopping. “We can’t run in a straight line!” She shouted at
Monica.
The rabbit understood what she meant. With a sharp turn, the bunny continued to run with the
blonde dog behind her, now going off into the distance. “Think we should split up?” Monica turned
around to look at Typhe for a moment. Her emerald eyes grew wide for only a moment. “Fuck!” She
screeched out!
A second bolt came flying from the distance, this time at an angle due to how the pair of prey
were running. Monica threw Typhe down to the ground as they ran, messing up the pristine golden fur
with grass and dirt. That would be the least of her worries, however, as the brown bunny was hit! A
black bolt pierced her long, floppy ears, which hung in the air just barely a moment as she also dived.
The force of the bolt was enough to carry her just a little bit further away, pinning itself to the ground
as the projectile flew threw her ears.
Screaming came from the white maw of the rabbit as she writhed in pain, her ears pinned to the
ground without any way to get them out! Typhe came to the rescue this time. Her golden furred paws
grasped the bolt and yanked up, pulling the crossbow’s projectile out of the ground while leaving it in
Monica’s ears.
“P-please don’t yank it out, you’ll bleed more and leave a trail.” The rather timid puppy warned.
Her front was caked in dirt and general muck. “Are you, uh… are you okay?” Typhe spoke with a soft
voice, trying to keep an ear out for any sounds of their hunter. Her free hand ran along Monica’s belly,
trying to soothe the rabbit.
The rabbit held onto her ears in pure pain. She couldn’t even attempt to sit up from how much it
hurt, especially given that her ears were an inch thick each! Monica’s ears were just as sensitive as the
canine’s nose, but had a larger surface area and many more nerve endings. This particular bolt pierced
through several on each ear! It was enough for Monica to huff and groan to the point where words from
her mouth were unintelligible.
Typhe heard something. Her blonde ears swiveled, perked up in the air, trying to listen and
understand. It was the sound of a crossbow string being stretched and clicked into place. Another shot
was coming! Her blue eyes turned around quick enough just to catch a glimpse of where the hunter
was. Instinctively, the golden retriever dove out of the way, gasping for air as she landed! The sound of
the bolt sundering the air was more audible than a gunshot a mile away to her, the sound of its broad
head flying through the air and cutting the wind itself filling her mind like a clap of thunder.
There was another sound that quickly followed suit. A gasp, a weak groan, but not from the
hunter or the puppy herself. Typhe’s blue eyes turned to land on Monica, where her eyes only grew
wider. There was a bolt sticking right into Monica’s stomach! Blood poured at the wound’s open spot.
The rabbit, who was a babbling mess a moment ago, was now completely silent.
Emerald eyes of the lapine woman stared into Typhe’s sapphire eyes, then flicking to the hunter
approaching. She couldn’t move with these wounds, especially the one in her gut right over her pelvis.
Her death was looming right in front of her, a hulking mass of feminine muscle and power with
weapons meant to slay her like a wild animal. Fear overwhelmed her. The rabbit could barely breathe,
only watching with bated breath as her huntress approached. Her pursuer and domineering beast of
nature and death.

Typhe was in a similar situation. She was cast to the side, only able to look onward to the
proceeding execution of the injured rabbit. What could she do to stop that woman? She was taller, had
much more muscle mass, and was armed! The golden retriever just laid there in stunned silence,
watching the silhouette of a hunter approach step by step. Her hand grasped her wound tightly, barely
able to breathe a single breath in the anticipation of horror.
“So, you’ve given up? Both of you?” A powerful voice came from behind the reflective helmet.
The sun lit her from behind now. “Well, no point in letting you get away now.” The crossbow was
aimed up, piercing the golden retriever’s stomach in the same way as Monica’s belly.
A muffled scream came as the fearful pup was bolted to the floor with an effortless shot. The
feeling of the metal piercing her guts, holding her down, even damaging her bladder… she couldn’t
help it. Pee started to trickle from her slit, staining the dirt with the yellow, rancid liquid. Whimpering
and whining escaped from her lips, blush making her cheeks bright. This was humiliating and the
huntress didn’t even mean to do it, as far as she knew.
Typhe was disregarded. The huntress loomed over the rabbit while pulling back the string of the
crossbow, a soft tsk tsk sound escaping from her helmet. Powerful arms tucked another bolt into the
slot on the weapon, aiming the metal head at the rabbit.
“W-wait, wait, stop!” The rabbit was begging. Monica tried to move, but the bolt already lodged
in her stomach was making it difficult. “O-ow, ow… please let me go….” The bunny let out a loud
squeal!
A bolt pierced into her chest, shattering the sternum of her ribcage and piercing one of her lungs.
Monica fell quiet as her eyes grew wide, staring forward at the white tigress hunter. Fear continued to
envelope her as the huntress descended upon her. Typhe was struggling to pull herself off of the bolt,
trying to push it all the way through her body in order to get free. Thankfully, the huntress was
distracted with the already incapacitated prey.
“Why would I stop, little rabbit?” The powerful, growling voice of the tigress hummed. “Don’t
you want to feel a little better as I claim you as my prey?” There was a hint of arousal in her voice as
she descended upon Monica. The large body of the white tiger sat on the bunny’s legs, pinning down
the plush thighs of her prey. “All you got to do is look pretty as I finish you off. I’ll collect your body
later, don’t you worry about going to waste as feral food.” The tigress joked. A knife was unsheathed
from her hip.
Typhe gasped upon seeing the silver blade glimmering in the air. She managed to pull up the bolt
just a little, giving herself some room to move around and run away. The fear filled canine wanted to
escape, wanted to run away, but the bolt in her body would make that a little more difficult than
anything else. Still, she got to her feet and began to move, whimpering and groaning with her hands on
her side. She couldn’t rip the bolt out, nor push it through herself.
The huntress laughed as the golden retriever ran away. The sound of flesh being rend by a
serrated blade filled the air, that same coppery smell slowly flooding in behind the fluffy puppy.
Monica had her throat slit and blood poured down her white furred front, ruining her pretty body. All
the bolts became soaked with blood as the huntress retrieved them one by one, messily pulling the

crossbow ammo out of Monica’s body with wet noises. The rabbit died on the ground, her body
contorted in pain, but oddly at peace as her pee stained the grass around her. Black, blood stained bolts
were dropped back in the quiver of the huntress, ready to pursue the fleeing canine.
Typhe couldn’t stop moving. She could feel her pelvis bone grinding against the bolt that was
wedged in her body. The sounds of the dying rabbit behind her continued to echo in her mind, a low
burning interest in seeing the bunny’s body after the huntress had her way with it. All the golden
retriever could do now was run, no matter how much she wanted to see her short lived friend’s limp
body. She could simply imagine what it looked like, what it felt like.
Bloody, gold furred hands grasped onto a tree as she began to pull herself up, heaving her body
out of the way from the huntress’s view. Typhe took one wrong step as she grabbed onto the tree. A
snare rope grasped onto her ankle, lifting her straight into the air! Hanging upside down, the golden
retriever instinctively screamed. Being on display, hanging upside down, a light trickle of pee straining
her blonde fur.
She was trapped. All Typhe could try to do is lean up and try to cut away the rope, but that was
easier said than done. Especially with the bolt in her body preventing elaborate movements. Helplessly
flailing her arms around, the canine unaccustomed to being upside down could do little to fight against
the trap her hunter caught her in.
A low chuckle could be heard along with thudding footsteps. The huntress was approaching, a
loaded crossbow in her hands. A bloody bolt rest in the groove, its end pressed firmly against the string.
The reflective visor of the huntress’s mask shown Typhe an image of what she looked like, hanging by
one food in the air with her head barely half a foot off the ground. Waiting a moment, the white tiger
gazed at the hanging canine. Upon seeing those scared blue eyes looking directly at her, the trigger of
the crossbow was pulled! The blood soaked bolt soared through the air and impaled itself right into the
bone of Typhe’s thigh, making the golden retriever screech in pain!
“Such a good little hunting toy.” The huntress praised while reloading her crossbow. “I like the
noises you make. Honestly some of the loveliest sounds I’ve ever heard. I could just make you scream
forever and I wouldn’t go bored for months on end.” Every word of praise felt more and more like a
threat. Especially when the trigger was pulled and a third bolt was shot right into the shoulder of the
screaming dog, a shot that dislocated her dominant, already injured arm.
Typhe squealed and cried out in pain. Tears started to form at the corners of her ears as she was
shot repeatedly, hanging upside down with all the blood from her wounds covering her pretty blonde
fur. Every new bolt in her body was another painful spot to focus on.
“Don’t have anything to say? That’s fine.” The tigress reloaded again. She seemed bound and
determined to use every remaining bolt and torture her canine prey with each and every one. “You’re
such an adorable pin cushion, too!” The hunter let another bolt fly through the air, piercing the stomach
of the teary-eyed pup with enough force to make her rock from her hanging perch.
The golden furred woman could only pant and groan, swinging helplessly with four bolts
embedded in her body. “P-please… g-give me some pleasure, at least… make me, ech… feel good as
you kill me…~” Her voice was labored and full of lust. Typhe’s blue eyes, filled with tears, still looked
on in lewd desire. “I-I want to feel you against me… hold me and make me feel good as you end my

life in your hands…~” Typhe panted. She spat up blood, which fell to the forest floor under her.
“Oh? Interesting. It seems I caught myself a perverted little pin cushion with fur like silk.” The
tigress snickered. She approached just to press the loaded cross bow to the waiting cunt of the panting
dog, almost threatening to fill her womb with the bloody bolt. “Just say the word, my prey~ You’re not
getting out of here alive, but I don’t think that means you have to die without pleasure. Am I wrong?”
Her teasing words had a low growl hanging on the coat tails of every syllable.
Typhe’s mouth opened just a fraction of an inch. Then, her lips contorted in pure pain, feeling the
thunk of the final bolt being shot through her body! It went up her cunt and through her womb, gravity
from the dog hanging upside down only helping the journey of the projectile into her like the worst
piercing in the word. The pain and pleasure of the bolt traveling through her body, puncturing her guts,
the tail fins of the bolt barely even visible from the outside with how much was shoved into her body. A
single word could describe what Typhe was feeling: pain. A loud, crying scream came from the golden
retriever’s maw as her womb flooded with blood, her body contorting and flailing in an indescribable
agony at having her innards so perfectly ruined with a simple bolt!
The tiger laughed. “Oh, well, I knew that would get a reaction out of you.” The huntress shook
her head. One of her powerful, gloved hands grasped the bolt and began to wiggle it around, making
the final bolt from her quiver torture the innards of her prey. “How does that feel, prey? Makes you feel
pain? Pleasure? Walk me through your thoughts.” She spoke with an above it all tone, almost not caring
about the feelings of her prey even though she asked.
“I-it hurts so much…” Typhe could barely speak. She was overwhelmed by blood loss already.
Her golden fur was stained a lovely crimson with bits of twigs and dirt stuck in the once silky texture.
“P-please just end me, miss, it hurts too much….” The pain filled dog could only groan and whine as
she hung there. She couldn’t find the strength to lift her arms, move her legs, or even tilt her head up to
watch.
With a simple motion, the silvery blade the hunter carried was unsheathed. The sharp edge was
placed firmly against Typhe’s neck, shaving off a little bit of the blonde fur as it was placed in position.
The golden retriever could only quiver in anticipation. Her fists clenched. Her jaw clenched. She
wasn’t ready, but that only made it even better for her! Having all power stolen away wasSlice! With a quick and thorough cut, severing all the way through the wind pipe of the helpless
dog, the huntress sent her canine prey to the grave with a simple cut. Sputtering, gasping, struggling to
even function at all, Typhe was flailing helplessly. All the bolts in her body, the blood pouring up into
her face and smothering her in the coppery scent. It was hellish, it was heaven. Being breathless with
all the power stolen from her, the huntress ruining her body and scaring the life out of her just to take
the life out as well.
Gargling, flailing, Typhe quickly died. She was hanging upside down, her tongue lulling out of
her mouth as if she was drooling blood. Pretty blue eyes faded to a lifeless sheen. The huntress loomed
over her corpse with a low chuckle.
All of the bolts were painfully rent from the blonde dog’s body. Each and every bloody bolt for
the white tiger’s crossbow was yanked from leg, cunt, and even the one that mixed up her guts. The
tiger pat the belly of her prey, making Typhe’s corpse feel the slightest bit of pleasure. It was just
enough to make the corpse wag its tail in death! With a smile behind a reflective mask, the huntress

went on to find her next prey.