“Excuse me, miss!”
	
	They were innocent words. Even more so when the speaker was meek-looking, exhausted, and carried what looked like a rather familiar wallet. She looked at the other kangaroo with surprise before looking down under her arm. Sure enough, her purse was open. Either she dropped it, or someone attempted to make off with it without her knowing! This was why she hated the big-city supermarkets –  She thought someone was always out to get her. With a joey on the way in a matter of days she felt even more vulnerable. Either way, she was glad to have it back.
	
	“Oh, thank you so much!” she replied, her long, slender marsupial foot holding open the restroom door as so not to lose her place. She reached out to take her wallet quickly, but to her surprise, the male kangaroo just kept bounding towards her, pushing a damp cloth against her nose and forcing her into the washroom.
	
	“MMPH!” she protested, clutching at his hands and aimlessly kicking at his lower body. It was a futile battle. Her eyes rolled back, she teetered, and in a matter of seconds she went almost completely limp, knocked out cold by the powerful concoction of anaesthetics.
	
	 The male roo grinned, balancing on his thick tail as he swivelled around to lock the door behind him. He had at least a couple hours with his new girl before she woke up. His mind reeled at the damage he could cause in such a short amount of time. His member hardened just thinking about it.
	
	He lifted her up with a grunt. She was a heavy roo, even heavier with the extra weight in her belly. Rory lifted her up to the seat of the toilet and propped her against the back before pulling her thick tail between her legs to avoid dunking it in the toilet. Her gravid belly stuck out obscenely in this slumped position, even through her maternity dress. Her attacker licked his lips, pulling out a small switchblade from his pocket. He deftly cut the dress away, leaving her clad in only her underwear. That, too, was cut away only moments later. Rory licked his lips, soaking the rag again and using the unconscious female's panties to tie the cloth around her muzzle. Now she would be sound asleep for quite some time, giving her assailant free reign over her vulnerable body.
	
	Rory stood up and stretched before unbuckling his jeans. They fell to the floor with a muffled clink and his underwear soon followed, revealing his throbbing, cone-shaped cock in all its glistening glory. He leaned over to the drugged-up pregnant girl and gave himself a few quick jerks, spreading the slippery precum around before guiding himself inside. 
	
	It was slow going at first. His body could only provide so much lubricant of its own, and he had to fight for every inch of space, but the other roo's body betrayed her soon enough. In only a few short minutes he was able to really thrust inside, each buck of his powerful hips pushing her back against the toilet and making her swollen breasts wobble. Her gravid belly flinched, and Rory put a firm hand on her navel. 
	
	“Don't you start,” he warned, giving the belly a stern pat, “You just stay tucked away until I'm done with mommy here!”
	
	The aggressive boomer continued to pound away at his pregnant victim's sleeping body until one thrust went a lot further than he intended to. It felt like a balloon breaking around the tip of his member. Rory paused. He pulled out slightly, and suddenly a deluge of sticky, clear fluid gushed out from between the female's thighs, completely soaking his groin. He swore to himself as he looked at the growing puddle between his legs. Had he actually managed to fuck her into labour? He gave a slow 'practice' thrust, and let out a barely audible gasp. Not only had he managed to completely hilt himself inside her for the first time, but it felt like there was something else on the end, something rather soft and pliable.
	
	The female's entire midsection suddenly seized, and Rory felt the end of his cock slip inside something that felt tighter than a balled fist. He rolled his hips slightly, not wanting to pull out for fear of never getting inside again. But he couldn't stop now. He'd never forgive himself if he let this opportunity slide, horrific as it was. It was once in a lifetime. He had to continue.
	
	“Oh god,” he whispered, leaning down on the roo's midsection. He needed things to move faster. He didn't have hours to wait around while his drugged victim shat out her joey. Acting on instinct, he pushed his elbows against the top of her belly and aggressively leaned down with each thrust, pushing the tiny thing inside her further down against his tapered tip. He rolled his hips a bit harder, getting more and more daring when he realized that the little life inside wasn't going anywhere.
	
	Blood was beginning to leak out from the jill's groin, further matting the boomer's crotch and beginning to drip down onto the floor. He would need to ditch everything after this, he thought – there was no way those stains were coming out. The female's midsection contracted again, and this time Rory was actually pushed out somewhat! Not to be outdone, Rory pushed back, and hard. He gasped, feeling the entire head of his cock suddenly engulfed by something impossibly tight. More blood dribbled out, and he could see the little joey kicking repeatedly against its mother's drum-tight skin. 
	
	“Thrash all you want, you little bitch!” Rory hissed, “You're not going anywhere!”
	
	The lusty boomer pushed aggressively with his elbows, jabbing them downward to make sure his new toy stayed put. He felt the female's uterus contract again, the bony cervix widening just a little to allow him inside just that much deeper. It also allowed the little joey to slide out just a little further, so far that its bloody rump and thick, limp tail was actually beginning to show between its mother's legs – with the head of his cock firmly wedged under its tail!
	
	Rory would've given anything for a camera at that moment. He could scarcely believe it himself. Fucking a little joey before it was even fully born! He had to stop for a moment and collect himself, otherwise he would have blown his load right there.
	
	Each twitch sent bolts of guilty pleasure up Rory's spine. There was blood leaking everywhere, and he couldn't tell exactly where from. The mother stirred, inhaled an unsafe dose of anaesthetic and promptly passed out again. It didn't even enter Rory's mind what the chloroform might do to the joey – it was collateral damage at this point. He tried to grab onto the half-born's tail, but his hand slipped right off. It was too slimy and slick to get a solid grip. Thinking quickly, he instead pushed a finger from each hand along the sides of the tail, trying to find some nook or crevace to dig into and hold on. He quickly found the joey's hips, her little legs tucked tightly against her chest and creating a suitable place to pull from.
	
	At last, there was a way to keep this slippery little sex toy in place. He cupped his hands neatly around the joey's lower body and pulled, pushing his hips forward at the same time. He felt like he may as well have been trying to shove through the eye of a needle! Fortunately, this 'needle' was the fragile sort. Rory could feel the flesh begin to give around his member, unleashing another rivulet of blood. He was actually tearing her apart!
	
	Rory shuddered suddenly. It was now or never. He pushed his hips forward with every ounce of strength he had. The floodgates opened, and the boomer barely managed to restrain a primal grunt as his seed poured into the little joey's unborn womb. The white, sticky fluid poured back out just as quickly and splattered on the floor, leaving red, translucent streaks.
	
	The only sound after that was Rory's heavy breathing. His heart was pounding so fast he thought it would burst out of his chest. With the amount of blood in the dingy little stall, it almost seemed a plausible excuse for what happened here. Now he had to figure out how exactly to clean up. He had to wipe his mess off the floor, that much was certain. He considered leaving the rest and rigging up a way to lock the door from the outside after he left. He tugged himself free mid-thought, and thought he felt something moving as her tore away from the little body. He looked down at the bloody, half-born joey. 
	
	Its tail twitched.
	
	Rory thought he was seeing things. That little shit was still alive? He didn't think it possible! But sure enough, it moved again, kicking as its mother's unconscious contraction pushed out one of its springy little legs. Rory swore, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the room. He couldn't just leave it knowing it was still alive. That would be leaving the job unfinished! Besides, he was more than a little curious, he had never seen a joey this fresh before.
	
	To say that Rory was 'medically qualified' for what he was about to do would be a laughable exaggeration. He watched a few 'education' movies in school back when he was a teenager, so he knew 'in theory' what was supposed to happen. But that was at least a decade ago. He didn't even know joeys could come out backwards, he thought they just got cut out when that happened. He contemplated his switchblade, but he didn't want to soil it – blood was hard to clean and besides, that would just be more evidence to deal with later. He decided to solve this problem the old-fashioned way.
	
	Hooking a finger around the joey's chubby little thigh and gripping her long foot with the other hand, Rory pulled, twisting and turning the cub like he was trying to open a stuck mason jar. Any proper obstetrician would have been mortified. In only a few seconds, the other leg freed itself with a wet “pop”. But this wasn't enough. He took both of the joey's ankles in one hand and drove his other elbow into the jill's gut. He twisted the joey like a screw, and watched with a lewd grin as one arm slipped free and hung limply, followed quickly by the other arm as he twisted the other way. The joey's head was a little harder to pull free, but Rory was determined it nothing else. He tugged and twisted so hard he feared he might break the little newborn's neck, but after a few frustrating minutes, the deed was done.
	
	“Finally,” The boomer grunted, dangling the newborn by her ankles just above the toilet bowl. The little girl tucked her arms tightly into her chest and started coughing. She was a mess – her loins were smeared with red, Rory had clearly tore her in his excitement. Viscous fluid dripped from her nose. She let out a loud, gurgling screech as soon as Rory brought her right-side up. It was loud enough to wake her mother, but the drug-soaked rag hadn't run out of juice just yet, and she was out like a light half a second later.
	
	Quickly, Rory cupped his hand over her muzzle. If she kept making a racket like that, he'd be discovered in an instant! He needed to tie up this loose end, and fast. He looked down at his groin. He was still throbbing, his tapered girth not having had a chance to relax yet. He quickly decided to put it to good use for the second time that afternoon. In one swift motion he removed the hand from her muzzle and before she had a chance to make another sound, he jammed his half-hard shaft down her slippery throat as far as it would go. He felt it hit the back of her mouth and then curve down her throat.  She started to gag almost immediately, but her pitiful throat muscles were no match for powerful kangaroo hips. Another hand covered her nose, and the little squirming newborn began to suffocate.
	
	“Take it all, you little sprog!” he whispered harshly in her ear. Her jaw was stretching around the base of his cock. He could feel the back of her throat clench with each pulse as he quickly grew hard again. She wasn't making a peep, but it sure wasn't for lack of trying. Rory wasted no time. He pushed his hips to her muzzle fast and hard, frantically trying to steal one last orgasm from her failing body. He grabbed the back of her neck and tugged her back and forth, using her like a sloppy living toy. He could feel the ridges of her mouth and neck sliding along his length, just tight enough to allow him to pump in and out without gripping down.
	
	Rory's new toy brought him to a second orgasm in just over a minute. He grit his teeth, feeling an almost-painful throbbing in his cock as he splattered the back of the newborn joey's gullet with a second dose of sticky boomer milk. He doubled over, almost collapsing on top of her in exhaustion. Only after a few moments did he notice his little toy wasn't moving. He pulled out and watched the joey's head slump forward, bloody cum dripping from her mouth. He must have shredded her throat something fierce. He shook her slightly, watching her limbs dangle, still half-bent from being cooped up for nine months. Still no response. Rory wasn't about to waste precious time trying to revive her. He dropped her head-first into the toilet and flushed, stranding the 'stillborn' joey in the cold porcelain bowl while all the evidence washed down the drain with a gurgle. Crude, Rory thought, but effective. 
	
	He climbed up on the back of the toilet tank towards an air vent. He pried it off with the knife, holding the grate between his legs as her hauled himself up into the duct and fumbled the grate hastily back into place. Again, crude, but right now the boomer desired speed over thoroughness. He ditched his soaking pants inside the vent – he'd have to rely on his long jacket to cover him until he got to safety. Rory smiled, knowing that by the time anyone found out what happened here, he'd be long gone.