The short, skinny fox named Robert, wearing a blue T-shirt and white shorts, stood at the door of the house where the psychopathic killer lived. Just like the first time, he felt nervous - although he was quite familiar with the snow leopard who lived there, no one and nothing could guarantee that he would be as lucky this time and that his red body would not end up in the nearest dumpster with his head torn off. However the desire for pleasure again outweighed the risk of being raped and torn to pieces, and the fox, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, knocked three times on the familiar door with his fist. 

Again, no sound was heard inside, but the guest was almost certain that the silent owner of the house was already making his way to the front door. After a few minutes of anxious waiting, the door finally opened and Alex appeared before the fox - a familiar, tall, muscular snow leopard whose body was covered in thick white fur with black spots and whose face showed no emotion. This time the cat wasn't wearing any clothes, but that didn't seem to bother him at all - he crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared at the fox expectantly.

"Um..." Rob hesitated, surprised at the sight of his friend, "Do you want to let me in? There are people around, they might see you."

The irbis just stared at the intruder, blocking the doorway with his own body.

"I see, let's do it like this, we go into the house and I'll help you hide your dick..." the fox switched to his usual and almost always effective way of solving problems, "...in my mouth. How would you like that?"

Alex was still silent and didn't move. The fox looked around: it wasn't quite dark yet, but there was almost no one on the street - he could only spot a couple of deers in the distance, but they were too busy with each other to cause any problems.

"Okay, fuck it, I get it. Whatever. I found a rabbit, she and her husband are some kind of lawyers, with money, everything is fine and all that shit, but they have some problems, can't have kids and she doesn't see the point of living like this, afraid the marriage will fuck up and all that crap. So she wants to die. Like she really wants to die, you know? But she can't do it herself and she's even willing to pay someone to come and fuck her and her husband up so she can stop all this fuckin' happily ever after and go straight to the point where they die in one day..."

"Where?" the irbis stopped Rob's torrent of words with a short question.

"Well, it's about two hours away, but we have to talk to her, set a day, she wants to get ready..."

"Start the engine," Alex interrupted his partner for the second time, grabbing a set of keys from the shelf and throwing them in Rob's direction. This time the fox was more dexterous, catching the flying object with his hands instead of his face like last time, but this success didn't bring him much joy. 

"Fuck, wait, not now..." Rob tried to persuade the irbis to wait again, but the cat had already gone somewhere deep inside the house, leaving the fox to talk to himself, "Fuck... well, screw it, we'll figure it out..."

Alex came to the car five minutes later, dressed only in his usual black shorts with red stripes on the sides. The fox had already started the engine, moved to the passenger seat and was talking loudly on the phone.

"Yes, yes, I know we agreed for later. Yes, I know you need to talk to your husband. Yes, I know you wanted to do everything for your anniversary..."

The irbis got into the driver's seat, turned the air conditioning on full blast and leaned back in his seat, waiting for Rob to give him the address. The fox didn't know how long the cat's patience would last, so he tried to speed up the conversation by interrupting the rabbit's complaints.

"Look, you just don't have a choice. I could say something like it's now or never, but that wouldn't work either. We'll be here soon, and we'll get things done. You can either enjoy it or not."

The leopard, who had been looking somewhere in front of him, turned his head and stared into Rob's eyes, increasing the pressure even more.

"Fuck, there's no time to talk. We'll be there soon. Get him ready somehow."

Without waiting for an answer, the fox ended the call, opened the map app on his phone, entered the address and placed it on the dashboard, trying to secure it as best he could - of course, the old irbis' car had no proper phone holder. Alex looked at the route that appeared on the screen and hit the gas without asking any more questions.

"Listen, I tried to call you, but your phone is dead. I checked it, there's still money on it, so I was worried, maybe you were handcuffed or something," the fox looked at the irbis, hoping for a reaction from him, but as always there was no answer, "Anyway, do you even charge it?" and silence again, "it's a secure phone, not eternal. I don't know if you have a charger at home, they're all the same, but I brought you a spare one just in case. Please charge your phone from time to time, I was worried," the fox took the charger with a wire out of his pocket and threw it into the glove compartment. 

The fox's voice was full of resentment, mixed with a touch of concern. He didn't know why, but he had to admit that something made him wait for Alex's call and worry when his phone wasn't available.

"Listen, there's going to be two of them. I guess you're more of a girl person. Can I take the guy, have some fun with him?"

Alex was silent, of course, but the fox didn't expect an answer. He turned away from the driver, leaned his red head on the window and tried to understand how the irbis could kill someone so easily, without any preparation, just putting on a pair of shorts and going to take someone's life, and at the same time not even being able to say just a few extra words.

The time on the road passed quickly, or so it seemed to the fox. They arrived in a rather affluent part of town, apparently the rabbits they were going to see were indeed wealthy: the whole neighborhood consisted of one-, two-, and three-storey houses surrounded by well-kept lawns, there wasn't a single plastic bag or cigarette butt lying on the sidewalks, and the kind of car the fox and the irbis had come in looked like a machine from another, dirty and old world.

When they parked the car near the house, the irbis turned off the engine, got out and made his way to the door without wasting any time. Rob sighed heavily. He wanted to stop the cat again, to discuss the plan, but he remembered well the lesson from the last time - don't stop Alex from doing what he wants.

The irbis pressed the doorbell, a high female voice answered, "Coming," and less than a minute later the door opened - just as Rob had promised, a rabbit appeared in the doorway. The white fur that covered her body from the tips of her ears to her slender legs made even the irbis fur look dirty gray, and her blood-red eyes matched the red of her short evening dress. The short sleeves did little to hide her thin arms, and the rather low neckline made it clear that she had wonderful breasts hidden beneath the fabric, not overly large, but certainly not small. The rabbit was obviously preparing for a very important event tonight, but none of the guests cared - the fox had always preferred men, and dresses never aroused any feelings in him, and the irbis, judging by his expression, just didn't care about anything.

"Oh, you're here already," the woman said in surprise when the irbis' bare chest appeared at her eye level, "I don't think we've met before. My name is Rose and my husband George is waiting..." Without letting her finish, the snow leopard pushed her aside with his hand and went inside.

Seeing the confusion in the rabbit's eyes, the fox smiled guiltily, shrugged his shoulders and slipped inside after his partner, who was already looking around the living room. The walls of the spacious and dimly lit room were decorated with paintings in gilded frames, a huge leather sofa stood in the centre of the room, opposite a wide television, and between them a low table on which the delicacies were already waiting for the guests: fruit, small sandwiches on skewers, and unopened bottles of rather expensive alcohol. On the couch sat a gray male rabbit, about the same size as his wife, but looking a little shorter because of his floppy ears rather than his wife's upright ones. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants, and the same black tie, he looked like he was about to go on a date to an expensive restaurant with his spouse, but instead of being happy about the upcoming event, the man was obviously nervous, visibly slouching and looking at the irbis with a mixture of fear and surprise.

Alex, on the other hand, paid no attention to the seated man. His hunting instincts were working at full capacity - the whole idea of willing victims, while plausible, still aroused serious suspicion, and the big cat tried to pick up on any odd smell or sound. However, inside the house, as outside, there was nothing to suggest a trap or ambush, and most importantly, the leopard did not sense any danger from the owners: the husband was worried and a little frightened, and the wife, who followed the guests inside, radiated genuine happiness.

After the inspection, the big cat easily smelled where the kitchen was and went there for some reason. 

"So this is who's going to..." the rabbit said, unable to find the right words and huddling even tighter against the sofa, as if he wanted to take up less and less space in his own home. 

"Yes, dear. Who will help us go today. Together. Just as we wanted," the wife sat down next to her husband and took his hands in hers, then turned to the fox, "You came so suddenly, I had no time to withdraw money from the account, but we gathered all the cash and jewellery, they are in the bedside table in the bedroom. You can have them, we don't need them anymore anyway."

Rob felt awkward, like he was interrupting an intimate conversation, so he just nodded briefly, sat down some distance away from the couple, and stared at the door the irbis had come through, trying to figure out his partner's next step.

"I just didn't think it would be so soon. Why now?" George's voice trembled slightly, as if he was about to scream or cry, but his wife's melodious voice and soft smile helped the gray rabbit control his emotions. 

"You know, darling. We've been trying for three years... " Rose could not finish.

The irbis came out of the kitchen with a huge knife in his hand and walked toward the trio sitting on the couch. All three could not predict the snow leopard's next move and stared at him uncertainly until it became clear who the hunter had come for.

"What? Already?" George asked in surprise before a clawed paw grabbed his ears and pulled him up.

Trying to avoid the pain, the rabbit stood up and found himself facing the predator's white chest. The smaller male's heart was pounding in his chest, his ears could not hear any sound, his eyes expressed nothing but fear, he was afraid to look into the predator's eyes, staring instead at the knife in the leopard's hand, but for now his life was not in danger. Instead of the expected strike, the leopard let go of his victim's ears and immediately pressed down on the rabbit's head, forcing George to his knees.

"Hey, I wanted him!" The fox yelled in frustration, like a child robbed of a toy, but his outrage was ignored. He did not really want to attract the snow leopard's attention, though, knowing that the predator could take and do whatever he wanted.

The rabbit stared at the leopard's shorts, which were already bulging. It was hard not to guess what the predator wanted, but either squeamishness and disgust or wounded male pride prevented George from taking the next step. Seeing her husband's confusion, the wife herself got up from the couch, came over and knelt beside him - despite the rather tight dress, there was an unusual ease and grace in her movements that once made George's head spin, and the same beautiful smile shone on her face.

"Darling, do not resist our nature. Prey like us are made to satisfy the desires of predators like him," she wrapped one arm around her husband's waist and with the other hand she grabbed the the leopard's black shorts and pulled them down, "Besides, remember how many times your penis has been in my mouth? There's no shame in that, why don't you do the same? For me."

"But... but I'm not sure I want to..." The husband's protest sounded so uncertain that it was more like a question. The rabbit really didn't want to do this, but he couldn't think of any arguments, and at the same time he was afraid of upsetting his wife and making the predator angry.

"Just do as I do," after pulling the snow leopard's only clothes down to the floor, the woman wrapped her free hand around the erect shaft, approached it with her white face, licked it, and then pointed the tip at her husband.

The rabbit looked first at his wife, then dared to raise his eyes to Alex, who in turn just looked down at him with expressionless blue eyes, then looked back at the knife in the predator's hand, and finally, closing his eyes, moved his head forward, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip. George expected to vomit from the unpleasant smell or taste, but fortunately the cat always kept himself clean and and the taste, while not pleasant, was not disgusting either.

"See, it's okay," the female rabbit continued to encourage her husband, taking her hand from his waist and placing it on his groin, beginning to stroke through his pants. 

Not stopping, Rose took the head of Alex's cock in her mouth, sucked on it a little and then guided it back to her husband to repeat after her, continuing the game, showing by example how to take the cock deeper and deeper and letting George do the same. The male was still not happy about what was going on, but he got used to it rather quickly, concentrating more on his wife and trying to distract himself from the thought that he was pleasing another, superior male.

The fox, meanwhile, with a look of undisguised resentment on his muzzle, reached out for a small sandwich on a skewer, but immediately caught the irbis' gaze on him. The big cat showed neither anger nor joy as usual, but Rob knew him well enough to know that the look was nothing but a command. The red face instantly changed to its usual submissive expression, and after putting down two pieces of bread with something tasty in between, he rose and made his way cautiously toward the irbis.  

The kneeling rabbits continued to play with the predator's dick, taking turns sucking it into their mouths, then pressing their lips to it from either side as if kissing, and not wanting to disturb the family idyll, Rob walked around the irbis and knelt behind his back. The fox first stroked the soft, furry loin with both hands, then moved his hands lower, kneading the muscular buttocks a little, spreading them apart, lowering his red face under the cat's fluffy tail and beginning to obediently lick the ass, leaving drooling traces from the scrotum to the base of the tail. Like the last time, the irbis showed no sign of annoyance, and the fox even considered trying to penetrate the ring of muscle with his tongue, but wouldn't that be crossing a boundary? A show of dominance that the irbis would not tolerate? And if so, would the white hunter allow him the last word before execution? 

Alex, meanwhile, was enjoying the action. Three mouths stimulating the most sensitive parts of his body was certainly pleasurable, but more importantly, the snow leopard felt an unusual mixture of emotions that his toys were experiencing: submission in the fox, fear in the male rabbit, growing excitement in the female, and something else, something he could not yet identify.

Suddenly, the two rabbits and the fox were distracted by the sound of breaking glass, and all three of them looked in the direction of the sound - the knife the leopard was holding was thrown roughly onto the table, smashing one of the standing wine glasses. Without waiting for his toys to come to their senses, the hunter planted his foot on the male rabbit's chest and pushed him away, not too hard to really hurt him, but enough to throw him onto his back.

"Take him," Alex said, then leaned forward, grabbed the female rabbit by the chin, ran his finger roughly down her white cheek and continued, looking into her worried red eyes, "And you will die at my hands."

Releasing his victim, the snow leopard went over to the couch, lay down on his back, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the white rabbit. The predator's words about the impending murder sounded so casual, so calm, and it only turned Rose on more - she did not need an additional invitation, and as if she had forgotten her husband, she quickly but just as gracefully got up and went to the waiting predator.

"Take where? Take who?" The stunned husband looked first at the irbis sprawled on the couch, then at his wife, who had no longer been paying attention to him, and then at the fox, who had already risen from his knees and was heading for George himself.

"Looks like he meant you," a satisfied grin appeared on the fox's face.

Rob could feel his power. Yes, he wasn't an alpha male who could do whatever he wanted, but the rabbit that had become a generous handout was now clearly his property and the fox was going to take full advantage of that. However, not wanting to repeat his partner's cruel and brutal methods, Rob kindly extended his hand to the fallen rabbit. Accepting the help, the rabbit got to his feet, still staring dumbfounded at what was happening nearby.

As she walked over to the couch, the female had pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, showing that her underwear had been thoughtfully removed beforehand, and her sex lips were already glistening with wetness, ready to take the predator's cock. Without any shyness, the female placed one knee on the couch next to the predator's body, then skilfully threw her other leg over the cat and, guiding the cock with her hand, immediately moved her body down and plunged full length inside. 

The quick movement did not cause her any pain - the natural lubrication was more than enough to allow the cock to enter her without any resistance, and the feeling of being stretched inside, which she had not experienced with her own husband for a long time, seemed to her on the contrary to be unusually pleasant. Much more painful was the next action of the predator - releasing the claws on his right hand, the snow leopard grabbed the dress and tore at it with great force. 

The rabbit yelped in surprise, the fabric ripping, the bright red shreds of what had once been her husband's gift flying to the ground, and the irbis saw the white body: neat breasts with nipples strained in arousal, designed to feed children but never used for their intended purpose, and a flat stomach where the first four red lines of the irbis' claws appeared. 

"Oh yes," the female moaned, as if the pain brought her pleasure, then she placed her hands on the irbis' muscular chest and began to move her body up and down, riding his cock, "You are so strong... and big..."

Something tingled deep inside the male rabbit. He didn't know exactly what his wife meant, the size of the whole cat or just his cock, but either way it was true - George had learned this from his own experience, kneeling in front of the massive leopard and holding his cock, first in his hands and then in his mouth.

"Wanna keep looking? Or have some fun?" While the shocked husband watched the superior male take his wife, the fox picked up a knife from the table, grabbed George's tie, pulled the rabbit's face closer, and placed the point of the knife against his gray chin, drawing the man's attention. 

"Me?" the rabbit's mind seemed to be somewhere else, not fully aware of what was happening, "Have fun?"

"Mhm-hm," the fox ran the knife down the gray throat to the buttoned shirt, careful not to leave any marks, "Have fun while you're still alive," Rob emphasized the last two words to force his partner to think faster.

"Still? I don't really want to... It's what Rose wanted... I just..." George searched for arguments to convince himself rather than the fox, "I just want to be with her... Can I be with her?"

"It's a shame," the fox made a sad face and took the knife from the rabbit's throat, preferring to keep the tie in his hand and use it like a leash, "but since it's your wish, your last wish, I don't mind. However..." the fox pointed his knife at the couple who had started the main action on the couch, "...you have to convince this guy to move. What do you think, does he like to share?"

George swallowed nervously as he saw the predator use his claws again, leaving a few more cuts on the white rabbit's thighs, but she only responded with a moan of pleasure and began to move faster. 

"So you... " the husband calculated his chances in a fight with a snow leopard twice his size and turned to the fox, "you're going to do... like... the same way?"

"What way?" At first the fox didn't understand what the rabbit was asking.

"Um..." George obviously tried to find a more decent term, but failed to find one and replaced it with some very non-obvious gestures "Like this... Um... From behind..."

"No, silly," Rob smiled broadly, "why do you all think you can just stick a dick up an unprepared asshole and everything will work out? We could certainly try," the red-furred man returned the knife to the rabbit's chest and sliced off one of the buttons on the white shirt with the sharp point, "but I think we'd both enjoy it more if you were on top. What do you think? Ever wanted to fuck a fox-boy?"

"I... well... " the rabbit looked once more at his wife, who was glowing with happiness and moaning louder and louder, at the snow leopard, who was using his razor sharp claws more and more actively, and then at the fox, whose friendliness, though obviously fake, seemed to be the best possible offer, "I guess... "

"Great. I hope you won't do anything stupid?" The fox's question was rhetorical, the rabbit obviously wasn't going to do anything without permission, so Rob bent down to put the knife on the floor, then straightened up, grabbed George's shirt with both hands and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying.

It wasn't hard to rip off the buttons, which were held in place by thin threads, but the gesture itself made Rob feel incredibly strong and forced the rabbit to shiver. Taking advantage of his permissiveness, the fox placed both hands on the grey body, first kneading the barely visible pecs, then moving his palms lower down to the stomach, tensed with fear. Reaching for the black pants, he quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them down to reveal the already erect penis, a little smaller than the other two males had, but still large enough for the rabbit's height.

"I see our rabbit likes to see his wife getting fucked," Rob commented on his partner's erection, at the same time wrapping one hand around the cock and playing with his scrotum with the other, "Want me to blow you while you watch?

At the moment, George didn't really know what he liked and what he wanted, but he couldn't deny the obvious fact - maybe it was his fear, or maybe it was his wife's increasing moans and the pitiful creaking of the couch where they sometimes had the same fun - but he was really hard and felt a relief when his cock finally slipped out of his unbearably tight pants and underwear. 

"I... I don't know..." was all the rabbit could say, a little ashamed of his own reaction.

The fox liked his partner's uncertainty. He felt more and more like the master of his toy and happily made the decision for him - he knelt down, skillfully took the entire length in his mouth, began to suck and massage it with his tongue, at the same time he pulled down his own shorts with one hand and began to stroke his own cock, while with the other he stimulated the rabbit's scrotum, leaving the rabbit to watch what happened to his wife.

The female rabbit continued to bounce on the cock, resting her small palms on the predator's chest beneath her and sinking her fingers into his thick fur, while he responded by continuing to sink his claws into her skin, red marks already covering the female's thighs and ass. None of the wounds were serious - the hunter knew exactly where to strike to kill his prey quickly, but today he planned to go slow, deliberately avoiding those places, leaving bleeding but not fatal cuts, as if he were drawing an intricate picture on his toy's body, replacing Rose's torn red dress with the same red artwork.

It all seemed so humiliating to the husband - his house, his couch, his wife, and the other man using it all - but at the same time it was somehow exciting and hot. George had never been rough with his wife, their sex had always been tender, affectionate, full of love and mutuality, and now this beast was using the white rabbit as both a scratching post and a sex toy, and this attitude was making her moan so loudly. Did she moan like that when she was with him? For some reason he couldn't remember a time when she was that loud. She always said she liked everything, never asked for anything special in a bed, and the husband had no doubt that she was sincere, but now, with this snow leopard, she was so happy. Maybe he just couldn't give her something she really wanted? Maybe he just wasn't a predator?

George himself had never felt the need for anything like that, he had always been satisfied with their sex, but now, watching the predator, he wanted to try the same thing, wanted to use his wife like a doll, without thinking of anything but his own pleasure, to claw at her, tear her flesh and make her ride his cock like that, watching with pleasure as her soft breasts bounced with her whole body... up-down-up-down... As if on purpose, the fox moved his mouth in the same rhythm as the couple on the couch, working more and more actively with his tongue and hand, not stopping even when the rabbit threw back his head, clenched his fists, and with his own longer but much less loud moan began to fill the fox's mouth with the first serving of cum for the evening.

"Oh, darling!" Noticing what was happening to her husband, the wife finally turned her attention to him and tried to speak through her moans, "I knew you will like... " but the irbis didn't let her finish. 

Grabbing Rose by the throat and tightening his grip, Alex silenced her by blocking her breathing - now he was her master, her husband and her only lover, and all her attention had to be focused on him. The rabbit opened her mouth and widened her eyes in surprise, but didn't even try to free herself - instead she placed her palm on the leopard's hand to feel the predator's tense muscles take her life, and with her other hand she reached for her own crotch and began to stimulate her clit with her slender fingers. At the moment when any other victim would have panicked, Rose was trying to bring herself to orgasm before the lack of air became fatal, and Alex was ready to help her - lifting her slightly by the throat, he began to move his hips, thrusting his cock with all his might into the female. 

After only a few seconds, the leopard felt the muscles around his cock begin to tighten pleasurably and more of the rabbit's juices flowed down the shaft - she was cumming, driven to a climax by the thought of her own death in the predator's clutches, but the predator had not yet gotten what he wanted from her. 

Still thrusting his cock into the female, Alex felt all her muscles continue to contract, but the reason for these spasms was quickly changing - no matter how much the rabbit's mind wanted to submit and surrender, her body demanded oxygen, demanded release, demanded to fight for life. The unnaturally wide red eyes showed the rabbit's fight with herself, a mixture of lust and terror, and the irbis felt it, savored the mix of emotions, none of which he had ever experienced himself, as if he were absorbing them, trying to fill the void within himself. Accompanied by his victim's dying gasp and increasing convulsions, all this couldn't help but push the irbis to the edge of pleasure, and just before she finally passed out, the rabbit saw her rapist snarl, heard him roar, felt her womb fill with his hot cum, and the hand that was strangling her suddenly loosened its grip. 

"Fuck, everyone's cuming but me," the Rob angry voice rang out.

Helplessly watching the beast murder his wife, George didn't even notice the fox rising, grabbing his tie again and pulling, but this time it wasn't the knife that hit the rabbit's face, but a satisfied red face stained with something white and smelly. Unexpectedly for the confused rabbit, the fox's tongue entered his mouth, along with the taste of his own semen, which made the male wrinkle and try to pull away, but when Rob felt the resistance, he only tightened the improvised leash, grabbed the gray muzzle by the chin with his free hand, and only ended the kiss when he had enjoyed it enough.

"Don't like it?" Rob asked smugly, releasing the tie, "It's actually yours. Say thanks, I swallowed most of it."

"Tha...thank you..." George answered, taking the joke as a command, but spat the rest of his semen on the floor and wiped his mouth with the long sleeve of his once expensive white shirt.

"Wait a minute," while the rabbit still tried in vain to get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth, the fox took the random bottle and a corkscrew from the table nearby, uncorked what turned out to be an aged wine of some elite brand, took a sip himself and handed it to the rabbit, "Here, wash it off."

Normally, the rabbit would not sink so low as to drink such expensive alcohol like that, but now he had no time to worry about manners: he clung to the bottle without a second thought and began greedily gulping down the liquid until the fox snatched the rapidly emptying vessel from his hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay awake. Take off your clothes," the fox put the wine back on the table and threw off his t-shirt, "Just leave the tie on, I like it."

The rabbit carefully undid the buttons on his sleeves, loosened his tie to pull the collar out from under it, awkwardly took off his shirt, stepped out of his pants, and took the moment to look at his wife and her partner again. Either to the white rabbit's delight or disappointment, she managed to stay conscious long enough for her killer to cum and was rewarded with the chance to live a little longer, but the big cat certainly wasn't going to let his victim relax - he placed a hand on her stomach and pushed, causing her weakened body to collapse onto her back. George only had a few moments to see the other male's cock slip out of his wife, releasing a small stream of semen mixed with her juices, and then the irbis towered over the female, blocking the view of her with his own body. 

"He-e-ey, control center to the rabbit, respond!"

"Huh?" George realized he was once again lost in what was happening when he heard fingers snapping above his ear.

Turning his attention back to Rob, George noticed that the fox was already completely undressed, had taken one of the large cushions off the couch and, thrown it on the floor, and was handing over a small pink tube.

"Lubricate before you enter," the fox instructed.

After passing the lubricant, Rob lowered himself to the floor, lay on his back with a pillow under his loin so that his bottom was raised off the floor, lifted his legs, grabbed them under the knees and pulled his feet close to his own face - his stretching indicated that he was either a gymnast or did this much more often than the average person.

The rabbit obediently opened the tube, squeezed out some of the contents and, touching his cock to smear the slimy substance over his shaft, realized that despite his recent orgasm, he was still rock hard - he wasn't usually this sexually active, but for some reason, now that the predator was using his wife, he was more aroused than ever. Maybe Rose was right? Maybe there really were some instincts in him that demanded he give the predator everything he had? Carefully placing the tube on the table, George knelt down and looked at the fox lying beside him, at the erect cock, the hanging balls, the ring of muscles - he'd never been into guys, never even thought about anything like that, but still, unable to resist the circumstances, he pressed the head of his dick against the fox's ass and froze, as if trying to break through some barrier of doubt in his mind.

"You can look at them," the fox advised with a rather sincere understanding in his voice, "I don't mind."

The rabbit looked at the fox's smiling face, nodded gratefully, and stared back at the ongoing performance, his dick still pressed against his partner's anus. 

The irbis wasted no time in doubting or pondering, for him everything was just beginning and the fact that he had just finished was no problem at all. With one hand and leg on the couch, the other foot on the floor, and his free hand guiding his own cock inside the female, the big cat entered full length and immediately began to rock his hips, mating with the white rabbit, lubricated with his own cum. The female lay obediently like a lifeless doll, and now it was not only the desire to obey the dominant predator, but also the loss of strength: the Rose's chest and belly were heaving, trying to compensate for the recent lack of oxygen, the white fur on her thighs and ass was barely visible - the viscous red liquid dripping onto the sofa, and the metallic smell filled the room, but the rabbit's belly and chest were intact, and the predator was about to fix that. 

"Rose said the doctors couldn't figure out why you couldn't have children," Rob's words made the rabbit look away from the irbis, "what do you think the problem is? It's very likely that my friend just knocked up your wife while you were staring." The fox could make George undress, could suck him without worrying about his consent, but he couldn't make him take the initiative - that required other means, and Rob knew them well.

"What? I don't... " the rabbit wanted to answer, to defend his pride somehow, but it was as if the words couldn't form sentences in his head. 

"No need to talk," the fox raised himself a bit, grabbed the rabbit by his dangling tie and pulled him closer, "Prove you're a male."

The rabbit's eyes still showed fear, but with a short nod he gently moved forward, finally inserting the head of his dick into the fox. 

"That's it," the fox grinned contentedly and let go of the leash, placing his hands on the floor, "Come on, cutie, no need to be gentle, show what a beast you are."

Beast? Him? No one had ever called him a beast. And whether it was that word that triggered the necessary impulse in him, or the wine was working too fast, but when he looked at the predator on the couch again, he thought he could really do the same, and thrust with all his might, driving his whole shaft into the fox's ass at once. 

The real beast at that moment had nothing to prove to anyone. He wanted to enjoy his female slowly, and without changing his pace, he approached her breast with his muzzle, teasing her nipple with his teeth, biting a little and starting to suck, which caused the rabbit to put her palm on the big cat's head and begin to scratch between his ears. Again Alex felt something strange coming from the rabbit beneath him, some emotion he couldn't understand, something unusually soft and warm - he wanted to intensify it somehow, make it stronger, feel it more clearly, but so far he didn't know what to do. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, the irbis pulled back a little and, continuing to sway his hips slowly and gracefully, replaced his mouth with his hand, grasping the soft breast and beginning to squeeze it, at the same time releasing his claws and sinking them under the female's skin. The female, in turn, continued to stroke the male, running her palms down his strong arms, then across his muscular chest and neck.

Compared to the big cat's confident movements, George looked like a kitten on his first hunt - his movements were abrupt and awkward, he couldn't pick up the pace at first, and Rob was only making it harder for him. 

"I said you don't have to look at me," the fox grabbed the rabbit's right hand and put it on his own cock, "I didn't say you could forget about me. Come on, prove you can make someone other than yourself cum."

George realized that Rob was provoking him, but that only added to the anger that was beginning to replace his embarrassment. The rabbit grabbed the fox's cock with a hand still slightly stained with lube and began to drive his fist roughly along the shaft, not really caring about the fox's pleasure but  only making it more enjoyable for his partner that way. Even though Rob was bottoming, he still felt in control of the situation, he saw the rabbit as his prey, and the more George showed his strength and roughness, the more power the red predator felt in his hands. 

"Come on, harder!" The fox urged his partner. 

Not knowing what his partner was demanding, George put more force into his thrusts, driving himself harder and harder into the fox, at the same time gripping the fox's dick tighter with his hand, pumping his fist up and down. As if to help Rob provoke the rabbit, the snow leopard began to speed up, causing Rose to moan again, though much more quietly than before. His Rose! Started moaning again under that cat on his couch! And even though Alext hadn't planned to participate in this strange male competition, George was sure he had to show who was in charge . 

"Damn, don't stop!" The fox closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt the cock pounding mercilessly on his prostate and the rabbit's paw moving harder and harder along his shaft.

George's movements became faster and faster, and though he was not in great shape, he kept up the pace without running out of breath, just panting in amusement, drumming his groin on the fox's ass. He never took his eyes off the cat, trying to overtake him, to be stronger, to be faster, to be the best male.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the fox cried, eyes squeezed shut, ears pressed to his head, and fists clenching the edges of the pillow beneath him as the first sperm shot out of his cock.

It was as if the rabbit didn't notice his partner, didn't feel the vicious fox sperm clinging to his stomach, chest and even his chin, didn't hear the cries of pleasure from below - he had his own goal he wanted to achieve. Still clutching the fox's cock in his fist, George leaned over the fox even harder, shifting all his weight onto the red legs and testing the limits of his partner's stretching, his ass with the little fluffy tail moving back and forth faster and faster until he finally gave a few extra hard thrusts and froze, beginning to fill Rob's bowels with his own cum. 

He had won. He had come first. The pleasurable sensation of orgasm mixed with a sense of his own victory washed over his entire body, making him relax, making him forget what was going to happen next, until another tug on his tie brought him back to harsh reality. 

"Fuck, George, you're a real beast, that was damn good," Rob said with a smile as his muzzle was close to the rabbit's confused face again, but immediately the tone of the fox's voice changed to something sinister, frightening, predatory, "but now you're going to die."

"What? No! Wait..." George couldn't finish.

A sharp pain in his neck made him stop talking and his eyes widened in surprise. The rabbit felt something warm and viscous begin to run down his chest and saw a red spurt come out of his mouth. Having just won one fight, George was involved in another, but now his opponent was not another male, but death itself, and he had no chance of winning. The rabbit began to move again, but this time it was involuntary - the male's hips started to pound the fox's ass again in convulsive thrusts, as if trying to break through the red body, and his hand began to grasp Rob's cock with renewed force, as if it was some kind of lifeline or handrail that could somehow keep him from falling into the abyss. The rabbit wanted to touch the wound with his free hand, but he fumbled with the knife handle sticking out of his throat, felt some kind of liquid gushing out from underneath it, soaking his tie, and saw the red body beneath him begin to quickly cover in blood. His blood.

"Damn it, let go!" Rob howled in pain as he felt the death grip on his cock, still hypersensitive from his recent orgasm.

But the rabbit again paid no attention to the fox. His survival instinct told him to do something. In a panic, he grabbed the knife and tried to pull it out, but his hands weakened too quickly for such a difficult task - the sharp blade was stuck almost to the hilt. His vision began to blur, his strength draining away. Was this really it? Was this how his life would end? In his last moment of life, searching for help, he looked at his wife and saw her face full of love and happiness staring back at him from beneath the massive spotted body - this time the irbis let the two say goodbye.

"Darling, I love you!" The rabbit tried to scream, but the words that came out of her mouth were more like a loud gasp, "Wait for me, I'll be with you soon!"

The irbis felt the female squeeze on his cock again, her hands clinging to the fur on his chest - she was cumming again, driven to the limit by the sight of her husband's gray body falling on the fox, twitching several times in death spasms and finally relaxing. And with that, Alex caught the same feeling from the rabbit, so warm, so soft, so pleasurable. The stimulation of his cock and such a pleasant flash of emotions brought the big cat to the edge again, but he didn't want to cum now, he wanted to enjoy this feeling and instead of driving himself to another orgasm he slowed down his movements, purred with pleasure, transferring the vibration of his body to the rabbit and released his claws again, sinking them into the female's belly and drawing five more red lines down to her groin.

"Fuck, why do you all have to grab my dick like that?" Rob pushed the body on top of him with all his might, causing the dead rabbit to roll onto the back. 

The fox stroked his own cock, as if to make sure it was still there after George had nearly crushed it in his hand, and then stood up, stretching his muscles and looking at the result of his work, lying limply on the ground. There was a surprised grimace on the dead face, the rabbit's mouth was open in a silent scream, and that gave the fox a new idea. Rob looked at the couple on the couch - they were still enjoying each other without hurrying, and the fox obviously had time to have some more fun. 

The fox knelt down beside his former partner's body, undid his tie and tossed it aside, pulled the knife from the gray neck with some effort, pressed the blade to George's throat and began to cut through the dead flesh. 

"Damn, it all looks so much easier in the movies.... "

Rob was neither an expert killer nor a professional chef, and this kind of cutting was not easy for him. Several times he had to change his grip on the knife as his hands tired, but after a few minutes he finally got to the spine, separated all the flesh around it, set the knife aside, put his knee on the rabbit's chest, grabbed the head with both hands, and ripped it from the body with a crack. Lifting his trophy, the fox looked once more into the empty eyes, smiled contentedly, and, deciding to make himself comfortable, collapsed on the ground, leaning on the decapitated body of his former partner as if it were a large pillow. Of course, the fox found a use for the head as well - he brought it to his groin and inserted his cock all the way into the relaxed mouth.

"Fuck, you're tight," Rob said to the rabbit again, as if the dead male cared, "damn, I should have done it while you were alive."

The rabbit's throat was indeed pleasantly tight. Robert's long, thick cock occupied the entire space, and the tip peeked out from the stump of the neck as the fox pressed the gray face against his groin, imagining forcing the still-alive George to take the full length. After a few minutes of this role-playing, the fox decided to show George once more what was happening to his widow - he turned the head and, fumbling for the hole in the neck, thrust the full length down the throat, sliding the head of his cock out of the open mouth. Rob hadn't planned on cuming a second time, but with nothing else to do, he grabbed the dangling ears and began moving the head up and down occasionally, using it as a masturbator and enjoying the pleasurable envelopment of the throat.

The female rabbit continued to die slowly. From the many shallow wounds her breasts and belly were as red as her thighs and ass, her whole body was burning like it was on fire, the rest of her life was numbered in minutes and still she continued to enjoy what was happening, savoring the leisurely stimulation of the leopard's thick cock, stroking the body hovering over her with her weak hands, sometimes allowing herself to play tiredly with her own clit, and from time to time smiling warmly as she looked into the forever surprised face of her own husband who had fulfilled his natural purpose at her wish.

"Please... I want... to be... with him... " Rose barely whispered the words, looking pleadingly at the predator, waiting for him to finally do what she had dreamed of for so long, but her request gave Alex another idea. 

Pulling his cock out of the female, Alex turned her over, grabbed her with both hands, rose from the couch and carried the bloodied, dying body over to the fox who continued to amuse himself nearby. Not knowing what to expect from his partner, Rob froze and stared at the approaching cat, but now he was in no danger - Alex gently lowered the rabbit so that she was standing on all fours in front of the fox, grabbed her by the ears with one hand and aimed his cock into the female with the other. As if she missed the warm sensation of being stretched inside, Rose's inner lips seemed to try to suck Alex's shaft into her so that he would return as soon as possible to continue using the female as nature demanded. The irbis himself quickly returned to his game, releasing his claws and sinking them into the rabbit's still intact back, and with the hand that held the long white ears as if they were strings on his puppet, he lowered his prey's snout closer to her husband's head.

Rose realized at once what was expected of her. Bowing her head, she moved closer to the tip of the cock protruding from George's mouth, wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, causing the fox to whimper again, this time with pleasure instead of pain. It was hard for the rabbit to move, but she made up for the weakness in her motions with skill, driving her tongue around the tip of the dick, then going deeper into her husband's mouth, stimulating the entire length, then pressing her snout even closer to the protruding cock, merging with her husband in a passionate kiss.

The Fox had only been sucked a few times in his life and now it was clearly the best blowjob of his life - for a moment he thought he could learn something from the rabbit, but he would never get that chance. The warm tongue continued to stimulate his tip, the tight throat, though no longer able to contract, still pleasantly enveloped the base, but most importantly, when Rose looked away from her husband's empty eyes and up at Robert, he saw in that gaze a mixture of awe, reverence and submission that took him to new heights of pleasure. Intentionally or not, it was as if the female was confirming and acknowledging that he was a true predator, and even though Rob wasn't known for his great strength or impressive looks, it was one of those moments when he realised he was a killer, capable of coming into a family, taking the husband's life and enjoying the caresses of a half-dead wife.

All this created an incredible storm of pleasurable emotions in Rob's mind, and after a few minutes of such stimulation, the fox threw back his head, moaned loudly, and shot into the female's mouth without warning. Rose, for her part, did not even try to pull back and was about to swallow her reward in gratitude, but the muscles of her own throat no longer obeyed, and all she could do was smear the viscous white liquid over her lips, chin, and the face of her former husband. 

The irbis, meanwhile, continued to drive his cock into the dying woman. Still holding her by the ears to keep her balanced, he dug into the skin of her back with his other hand, creating new wounds and by that cruelly holding her on all fours. Even as Rose's life was coming to an end, the lingering last kiss with the love of her life caused her to radiate more of that warmth Alex loved so much, and the closer she was to being reunited with her husband, the harder and faster the big cat's movements became.

Rose's eyes closed, the pain in her body almost gone, and just before she finally lost consciousness, the snow leopard pulled her ears back even more, forcing her to look into Rob's eyes, picked up a knife lying on the floor, and rammed it into the female's head, piercing her skull and penetrating her brain.

Rob saw a dramatic change in the rabbit before him - it was as if all her strength had returned to her, her eyes opened wide and her whole face reflected an incredible happiness, as if she wanted to thank the fox in front of her for her death, but she was no longer able to say a word. At the same time, the snow leopard felt an incredibly strong flash of the same emotion from her, her whole body began to twitch chaotically, either in another orgasm or in death agony, and the inner muscles surrounding Alex's shaft began to squeeze harder than ever, as if trying to milk the sperm from the predator's cock, taking the last chance to conceive. 

Alex fulfilled the dying female's last wish - he let go of her ears, grabbed her thighs with both hands, dug his claws into them, made several more thrusts with his groin against the dying rabbit's ass as if trying to drive his cock into her womb, growled and began to fill the female with his seed for the second time that evening, leaving the sensation of warm semen flowing inside her as the last thing Rose could feel before sinking into such a desirable darkness. 

With a final jerk, the rabbit's body finally collapsed to the floor, releasing the cock and letting the last shot of semen land on her thigh like the signature of the last man in her life. The female lay in a slightly unnatural pose, but she looked incredibly peaceful and relaxed, as if the knife in her skull didn't bother her at all, and the predator, still with the same indifferent and frighteningly blank face, immediately lost interest in the broken toy, got up and went somewhere inside the house.

"Are you going to take a shower? Can I come with you? I don't know... clean your back or something?" the fox asked a little uncertainly, still trying to recover from his last orgasm. 

The irbis didn't answer of course, but he didn't stop the fox either - as long as the red partner didn't make him dirty or annoy him, Alex didn't really care. He even let the fox wash his muscular back and his fluffy tail, although it was a challenge for Rob himself - Alex only washed under cold water and was obviously ready to punish anyone who tried to touch the tap. 

The snow leopard, on the other hand, felt warmth, and not just because of the thick fur - he still sensed that pleasant emotion, incredibly weak compared to what the white rabbit had felt lately, but still recognisable.