A cute Cinderace sighed to himself, pawing his pretty bulging belly, and thinking about how messed up he was... How fucked his kink was, and that he couldn't ask someone to help indulge him. His eyes looking up from his pink tum, to all the others around him, walking around, mingling, enjoying life. He paced a bit, before sitting down on the curb, sighing at his messed up desires.

"What's the matter Mr. Rabbit?" A curious voice arose, causing the fiery lagomorph to raise his head, back at him stared a blue eyed, equally pudgy snake. Her flat chest only showing it off more, "You seem depressed."

He gulped staring at her navel, fantasizing things he shouldn't... Things he'd love to do to her body, a slight trickle of drool leaving his mouth as his stomach growled, and this brought a knowing smile to the smug snake's face.

"Y'know, I have a feeling your thinking about me, in way's I'd love," she cooed softly, vines coming from her fancy collar and rubbing his belly. The snivy knew exactly what he wanted, what they both wanted, licking her lips she approached him without words.

"I-I'm sure you're mistaken sweetie," he spoke both softly to her, and down to her at the same time, "I-I'm just-"

"Hungry for snake guts? Craving the privilege to snuff out my life?" She finished his sentence for him, wrapping a vine around his throat and pulling him close, her lips just inches away from his ears, "We're both freaks, with the same kink, and I'd love to help you explore it... Just picture me, a young snivy slowly plunging a dull knife inside your belly, only to pull it out to let you bleed."

The cinderace just froze, swallowing a lump in his throat as she spoke her enticing words, further offers of the things they could do to each other the pain they could inflict on each other, just became a mumble of noises. Despite the leash, he stood up and scooped the smaller mon into his arms, dashing and running home with her, and she just giggled. He nearly busted down the door rushing into his own home, and the snivy didn't take long to turn him loose and begin to poke around.

"S-so I'm going to be your meal, m-m-mistress?" The cinderace asked with a stutter, the snivy ignoring him, pulling a marker from a drawer and poking around the kitchen. Cinderace followed nervously, noticing the snivy gently marking her scaly skin, "What are you doing mistress?"

"Getting myself ready for butchering," She answered coldy as she grinned, bearing her sharp fangs. Her forked tongue letting out a sharp hiss, "Unless you want me to castrate you and eat those balls as a snack... 'sides we don't know each other's names yet, I'm Tulip, and I'm a snuffy cub."

"Y-you want me to kill you? B-but w-who will-" He shook his head before nodding, opening a drawer she had yet to check and pulling a cleaver, "If you're looking for a cleaver, I have it here."

"Good, and too shy to say your name.?... Then again what are names when I'm about to be food," she climbed onto his table, laying down on her back and rubbing a hand over her bulging belly, cocking her head to the side to look at her captivated toy. The rising and falling of her chest had the rabbit transfixed, "So what will it be? Roast me alive? Chop my head off, or go limb by limb so that my pleasured screams can yell out?"

The cinderace gulped, how fast or how slow, how merciful or painful, her life was in his paws... His trembling paws that now struggled to hold the cleaver, it's weight unimaginable as he contemplated snuffing out a young life. He dropped the blade onto the ground with a resounding clatter, "I CAN'T DO IT, I JUST CAN'T DO IT!!"

Tulip frowned, vines shooting from her collar and wrapping around the cinderace's throat, hoisting him up as he gagged and choked for air, "Such a shame your a damn pussy, I had such a wonderful magic trick to show you," she sneered, grabbing a steak knife from the block right next to her.

"Nnnnghhh... Ghhk... S-guh-top... I don't... Want to... Die-" he gasped, desperately clawing at the vines constricting his throat, his toes curling in panic and pleasure as his cock twitched and throbbed. His airway only becoming more crushed as he could hear his spine begin to pop... She was just one motion from away from killing him.

She took the knife with precision to his belly, slicing across it horizontally, as a plume of blood sprayed across her face, "If you didn't want to die so bad, all you had to do was snuff me, mulch me, hell you had a chance to grab me and throw me out," she shook him gently in her noose, his guts and intestines quickly falling out. She licked and bit then, sampling her freshly gutted meal.

The cinderace however wasn't happy about this, quickly trying to stuff his organs back into his freshly unzipped belly. He couldn't help but wet himself in fear, spraying urine all over the thirsty plant, who eagerly drank it up as she grabbed the cleaver from the floor, licking her lips as the golden bitter ambrosia washed down her throat.

She layed the rabbit on the table, the cinderace now half conscious and unable to speak, and the vines loosening so he could take in some final breaths. Each gulp of air was labored, his throat and lungs burned with a painful fire he thought would never come, and the angered cub raised her blade.

"It's a shame it came to this, I was looking forward to seeing what food you'd make with my body, looking forward to tasting my own flesh again," she brought the blade down with a resounding thunk, missing the rabbit's head. The words she spoke made no sense, but he wasn't sure if she was even saying them, "I wonder... How will you-" The words cut off there, a resounding thunk cutting his world to black as she butchered him. The snivy slamming the cleaver into his limbs with precision, cutting between the bones and through the muscles with precision. A macabre skill she had picked out. She took extra care in separating the head from the body, even though he was now food, her fun with him wasn't done just yet.

The cinderace woke with a start in his own bed, rubbing his neck and forehead with a sigh of relief, "It was all just a dream," he chuckled, stretching, "I think I'll delete all my snuff... That kink is fucking with my-"

The cinderace threw the covers off his body to start the day, only to be greeted with his own head, it's glassy eyes staring back at him. For a while his own breath was caught in the back of his throat, he lifted it up slowly, blood still dripping from it's clean cut... It was real and it was him.

He blushed as a perverted notion crossed his mind, quickly checking that his blinds were drawn, before leaning in. His quivering lips slowly made contact with that of his severed head, his tongue curiously probbing it as he kissed. His eyes slowly drifed closed as he made out with it, his cock throbbing and spilling pre.

Then the photo fell, Tulip seductively laying amoung hos scattered body parts, gently licking his toes. He didn't break from the kiss, but it definitely made his heart flutter when he read the note... "Come downstairs when you're done making out with yourself."

                             Chapter end