The Snuff Carnival Fiesta!

Every year, around the beginning of fall, the Snuff Carnival rolls around town. Furs of all shapes and sizes come from all over to become nothing more than limp, lifeless attractions for other patrons' enjoyment. Of course, there are some who don't follow the rules.

Meet Rhonda, a gargantuan grizzly bear whose muscles barely fit inside her shirt. Her way-too-thin shorts were held up by one of her several wrestling championship belts, because nobody told her you weren't supposed to actually use them as belts for fear of getting their bones broken. She was a hulking mass of muscles no matter where you looked, thanks in full to performance enhancing drugs. She wanted nothing more than to test her might, and thought nothing of rides like the Noosecoaster- a roller coaster where nooses replaced the seats- the Dunk Skank- a dunk tank whose opening closes with a metal hatch when the target is hit- or the Hall of Killers- ...Actually, that one's self explanatory.

"Come one, come all! Choke a bitch, win a prize!" Called a possum, prostrating her nude form atop a large wooden stage behind her booth and twirling her tail around like a ribbon. She stood on a giant heart monitor waving around a sign.

"I'll go." Rhonda groaned in her deep voice, shoving aside other, less confident raccoons and wolves and horses to make her way to the front of the line. The possum looks up at her hulking frame as the giant bear breathes down over her, and she shudders from the first wave of hot air to hit her face.

"So what do I do?"

"U-uhh… huh? Gosh, you're big… Uh? Oh! The, uh… game… gosh… You, uh, you see this?" She stammers, wiping off drool and showing off her neck to the giant woman, who was flexing her muscles impatiently as she waited. There was a technical collar beeping and flashing different colors with two red stripes along either side where her carotid artery and jugular vein should be.

"This is, uh, a pressure sensor. You just have to squeeze these as hard as you can, and then you could… win a prize…" She continues, wiping her tail between her legs, where the sex juices glistened in the sunlight.

"Alright." The bear got down on all fours and coiled around the possum, lifting her whole body up and pressing the back of her head into those rigid abs.

"W-wait, I didn't turn it ohh-hhaaaaaghck!" She raspily screams, her arms tapping the bear's own rapidly as she's rear naked choked, the bear's bicep almost the size of the little possum's head and pressing into that throat with enough force to crush rocks.

The tapping slowed almost immediately, and the pretty possum's legs sagged and spread to either side of the bear trap coiled around her crushed throat. Her back arched in jolts and twitches, her body going into dying spasms almost immediately. Her mouth was open in a perpetual scream, and the whites of her eyes were visible. The pressure sensor made a loud whining beep, then cracked and broke under the massive weight and pressure.

The possum's tail shot straight out as her body arched one last time, a jet of death urine and femcum erupting from her exposed pussy and being spread by her tail into two streams between her thighs. Her body sagged back down and her arms fell to her sides. There was a series of unnatural pops and cracks in the shattered bones once supporting her head.

"How'd I do?" She asked rhetorically when she was done using the possum as a stress ball, lifting her up using two fingers to pinch her throat. The dead girl dangled between them, her last orgasm dripping down her legs and off her swaying toes. Her face drooped down at an impossible angle as her neck had no intact bones in it to support it, and she stared at the floor. Rhonda shakes her a little bit, her ruined form swinging its head back and forth, then she grunts disappointedly and drops her newest victim into a crumpled heap.

"Zero points? What the fuck do you mean zero points?! I did just what she asked! This game's fucking rigged!" She screams, grabbing the body and throwing it into the back wall of the stage, ripping down a curtain and causing hushed panic. Furs began to quietly shuffle out as the giant bear slammed the petite corpse into the ground, grappling her in an armbar and snapping them like twigs, and-

"Excuse me? What's going on here? Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the corpse." 

A foxy male fox wearing an officer's uniform steps up seemingly out of nowhere- even though Rhonda's been playing corpse wrestling for about five minutes now- and points his gun at her, shakily.

"She's already dead… Ma'am? You're…. You're disturbing… the…" He begins, as she approaches him. He closes his eyes and fires, hitting the musclebear square in the gut. She jolts back a little bit, her eyes contracting into dots, then she wordlessly grabs the gun and the officer's paw and cracks both of them in her steel grip.

"You wanna wrestle, little man?" She coughs once, wiping blood from her lip.

"nononoNONONONOOO!" He screams, as he's lifted over the hulkbear's head, flailing as best he can in those paws. Rhonda spins him around as he further screams, cutting him off by dunking his head into the ground hard enough for him to bounce off it. His arm broke his fall! But his arm… broke...  in his fall.

"Please… Please, no, no more, please, I- I need backup! At my location!" He yells into his walkie-talkie, as a giant shadow looms over his head. He looks up to see what it is, attempting to crawl away with his heavily battered body, and his ears and tail droop as a giant bear ass comes crashing down atop his face, completely smothering him in tons of pressure. Fortunately, he was saved from having his head ground into fox patties by the crack of her ass and the panties covering it.

Unfortunately, it was now impossible to breathe.

"So, you still wanna wrestle? Where's my pin count, huh?" She yells down at him, finally noticing the bullet lodged between her abs. The adrenaline alone made it feel like a numb tingling to her, and she completely lost track of the squirming officer boy as he slammed his walkie talkie into the ground, into her ass, scrambling, anything to breathe again. His legs kicked up and scraped at the ground in a futile attempt at running, then, with the last of his energy, he slapped her with his baton for a three-count. He only got to two and a half before the third strike gently brushed up against the seat of her shorts, his arm limply letting go and lying to rest beside him. His legs fell to their sides and he made one last dying sigh to heat up her ass before she got off him.

"Good riddance. Now I'm fuckin' hungry."

"You. Murderer." Came a booming voice from down the empty lane. Furs were standing atop carnival tents to see what was happening. A giant elephant girl, standing a little shorter than the monster murderbear Rhonda, was standing over the body of the deceased possum, arms folded like a heroine. She wore nothing but a see-through white crop top that looked more like a band around her bust connected to transparent bands of silk, and a 'skirt' made out of the same thin silk that was more of a series of frilly bands attached to a waistband like a curtain that showed off her folds.

"Who're you talkin' to, hornhead? You want next?"

"I'm gonna be your last, bear-bitch. You're not leaving this park. I'm gonna put your broken neck in the noose so all the boys can fuck your loose hole!"

"Big words, little neck. Who am I killing tonight?" The bear cracked her knuckles and took a stance that made her look like the bear she is, arms and legs spread out. 

"Marina, if you can choke it through your crushed throat." Elephant girl pulled her leg back, getting ready to charge. The two giants clashed, with Rhonda screaming out in pain almost immediately.  Marina had tusks of sharp ivory jutting from her upper lip that burrowed their way into the bear's breasts, ripping her shirt open. Marina grabs onto Rhonda's waist and manages to lift the two-ton tank up off the ground, groaning in strained agony as she literally bear hugs a bear. 

Unfortunately, Marina's arms were too short to wrap all the way around the 9' tall beast, but her goal was to gore her thick hide on those sharp horns. Each time the elephant squeezed, a load of bear blood splattered onto the floor. Rhonda was frozen from the shock and pain, until she was squeezed three times, at which point she balled her hands up together and hammerfisted the elephant in the back of the head. Marina drops to her knees, her tusks dislodging from their impalement covered in deep red blood.

Rhonda doesn't stop, however, slamming her fists into the back of that skull once more with a resounding 'click!' As the elephant girl's jaw snaps together. Dazed, she falls to the ground on her stomach, just in time for the bear to moon drop down right onto her trunk.

Marina's eyes well up with tears, and she tries to pull away, but there's two tons of bear ass on her nose! Rhonda begins raining blows into the elephant's back, her vision swimming. She had to do something fast. So, she grabbed for the bear's thigh and bit down. Hard. Rhonda screams as Marina lifts her up and frees her trunk. With no time to massage herself, she launches her fist upwards, uppercutting the reeling bear flat on her back, and landing gracelessly atop her. The two grunt and struggle, pulling at each other's hair and tusks respectively, until Marina takes the hint and headbutts the bear hard, spilling blood in her eyes. Elephants have thick skulls, so she recovers quickly, but as blinded as she is, Rhonda wasn't about to deepthroat a tusk so easily. She uses her weight and rolls out, only to be stopped by rough hands grasping around her throat. Marina perches her full weight on Rhonda's back and pulls up sharply, cutting off all circulation in her throat. The bear makes a strained cry as her head is slammed into the pavement, then choked, then slammed. Her whole body jumps, her fingers and toes curl whenever she's knocked into the ground, and it jars her awake. She even loses consciousness in that hold, her eyes rolling up and her mouth foaming. But Marina slams her head back into the ground and the crackling crunch of the bones in her nose misaligning wakes her up from the pain alone.

Rhonda uses the blood drenching her lower lip to slip her way out of the mess, biting Marina's fingers and attempting to tear through her hand. The elephant responds by punching her in the back of the head, but it's enough leverage for Rhonda to get her off. 

The surprised elephant stumbles back with a trumpeting bellow that gets cut off into a flattened horn as Rhonda swings her arm forward, the air rushing around her corkscrew as it impacts right above Marina's rounded bellybutton. The elephant's arms lift up and her trumpet makes a low wheeze as the air rushes out of her, her eyes rolling inwards. She faints on the spot, limply folding in around the hit that ruined her like a hand puppet. 

Rhonda huffs and roars triumphantly, pulling her claw back and letting her opponent fall flat to the ground, defeated and twitching. She grabs the elephant's head and lifts it up slightly, raising her foot and stepping on Marina's tusk, snapping it off harshly. There's a squirt of blood from the ruined bone, then the other one, but the pain isn't enough to restart the defeated pachyderm, who just stares blankly into her own skull, making weak, whimpering moans.

"Ah- hhh- ha- aaa- hhahh-" she groans, weakly attempting to breathe. Rhonda grows cocky and overconfident, grabbing her trunk and looking into it. She steps on the drooling woman's head and spreads her own pussy lips, using the elephant's trunk like a dildo to humiliate her, but all it did was make her mouth-breathe.

"Shoulda known there'd be a tough bitch like you here…" The victorious bear titan groans nasally, spitting out a tooth and wiping her nose. She groans as she tries to set it back into place, taking a wheezing breath.

"But that's over now… and at this snuff park… only the winner gets to leave." She raises her foot up for the finishing blow just as Marina wakes up, grabbing her broken tusk and jabbing it right between Rhonda's legs. The bear girl screams in pain and hops back on one leg as Marina drives the sharp bone dagger into her cunt, falling over onto her ass and desperately attempting to pull it out.

"My fuckin' cunt, you bitch, you ruined it!"

"Like any… anyone could've survived you… long enough to use it…" She panted breathlessly, followed by a wheeze. She rubs her wet trunk and wraps her thighs weakly around Rhonda's throat, squeezing them as tightly as she can. Pain was already flashing through the titanic ursine's mind, and she only registered through the blood in her fur that something was on her neck. She scratched and clawed at it instinctually, her claws getting caught in Marina's thick hide and sending searing pain through her, but her grip didn't loosen.

"Ngghck- ghaaa-aa" Rhonda tries again, significantly weaker, only able to tap against the calf. She saw darkness creeping into her vision, and didn't even realize when she went out. Her arm kinda just… thudded lifelessly into the dirt.

"I thank you for your mercy in gloating, murderer." The victorious pachyderm quietly coos into the drooling bear's ear.

"I will not reciprocate it." She finishes, wrenching her hips to the side in one vicious twist. There's a loud pop from Rhonda's neck, her fingers curling. Her body goes into its death throes as Marina lifts her head up a little higher in between her crushing thighs, only to wrench them the other way for a second, much louder snap. All the remaining energy in Rhonda's corpse culminates in one final jerk, and her chest falls still with one last bubbly rasp, a soft gurgle of the blood caught in her throat. 

Weakly, Marina sits up, climbing atop Rhonda's corpse to sit atop the face of the bear as some onlookers from the crowd slowly approach to assess the damage. The elephant girl just kinda… stares forward, though, looking down between Rhonda's legs at the pool of mixed blood and death piss the bear released on her expiration. She was looking at her tusk, however. A weak, shaky hand slowly reaches up for it, before her vision fades to black from blood loss and her body slumps forward to lay in an obscene 69 with her victim.

Of course, this place being a necrophiliac's paradise, it wasn't long before the musclebound victor both gave and received a prize of her own in her unconscious stupor. A cheetah slowly slips off his pants behind her and leans over her back, slamming his dick in her tailhole rapidly. A muscular green lizard joins from the front, lifting the elephant's face. He was more interested in the muscled bear beneath her, hilting himself inside the corpse's still-warm folds and tossing aside the tusk that had ruined it. She was a sex toy now. They both were.

Marina would wake up, surprisingly, about two hours later, drenched in both semen and femcum, and when she moved back to try and get up, the corpse of a curvaceous yellow-furred fox was propped up against her pussy, semen dripping from her slit into the mouth of the Renamon in an obscene gesture. She looks down at her discarded tusks and picks them up, grabbing the belt from off Rhonda's cooled corpse and dragging her trophies along with her to the edge of the park, still dripping wet all over.