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She just doesn't know it yet...\n\nAlso, if the locations seem really detailed, it's not a bunch of new world building this time...\nThis is just where I grew up. lol\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral | [fa]akinkyyfox[/fa]\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Serin, a 29 year old goat, has had an obsession. Well, he's had many, but his current one is a pretty rabbit, Alison Johanis, an on-site reporter for a local news station in Buffalo, NY. He's been stalking her for months, learning everything there is to know about her, from her address, to how messy her recent divorce was, to the kind of coffee she likes to order. After trying to approach her, she politely brushes him off, and he knows he blew his one chance. So now it's time for something a little more... illegal. He will have her. She's already his, after all. She just doesn't know it yet...

Also, if the locations seem really detailed, it's not a bunch of new world building this time...
This is just where I grew up. lol

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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Obsession[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nSarin had to keep himself from staring. It was very hard. She was [i]right there![/i] Only a few dozen feet away! Alison Johanis. An on-site reporter for WBFN, a local news station for the greater Buffalo area in Western New York state. She had been their on-site reporter for around seven years now, though she almost always covered fluff pieces and feel-good stories. Sarin knew just about everything about the rabbit. She was 36. She was content doing the fluff pieces instead of more serious news stories. She had gone through a rather messy divorce a little over a year ago with the fox, Wendel Rinaleski. She had always kept her maiden name professionally. Her ex-husband had trouble keeping jobs because he was a heavy drinker, and had been cheating on her with a 19 year old cat at the time of the divorce, but had been sleeping with a lot of other women beforehand. She had wanted children, but had none. She liked to get her coffee from Tim Hortons, two cream, three sugar, and a chocolate donut. She wore size 5 shoes, but should be in size 6. She liked designer clothing, and collected jewelry, favoring emeralds and rubies. She was born in Chicago but moved to Buffalo when she was 17 to go to college. Now she lived in Clarence, a suburb east of the city, in a large house by herself. It was a nice house.\n\nThe goat had been stalking her for around four months now. She didn't know it, he was sure of that. He had been very careful. He also knew he was sick in the head for stalking her. She was hardly the first obsession he had ever had, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to help himself. He loved her. She was gorgeous. Her creamy-white fur was soft, her black, wavy hair done in a casual style that had cost her almost 60 dollars. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes. She was thin, but athletic, using her gym membership sparingly but she liked to do light aerobics at home. She had a small bust, which she made look bigger by stuffing her bra, which he thought was just adorable. But her ears were what he loved the most. Long and supple, they often stood up and back slightly, but she let them hang limp at the end of the day. She was wearing a blue polo with the logo of the news station on the front, a pair of black slacks that hid her slender legs too well, and a pair of black heels that were probably killing her feet already.\n\nHe had to talk to her. But he was very nervous. This was the first time he would be talking to her directly. He [i]had[/i] to make a good first impression! He checked his collar to make sure it was straight. He wore the uniform for a member of the tech crew at the Hightown Stadium, the football stadium for the Buffalo Bills. He had paid the actual tech to give him the uniform so he could blend in. Alison was here with the news crew, about to talk about the upcoming game this Sunday. It was always a big deal when the team played at home. Buffalo loved their football. Sarin wasn't really particular about any sports, but had lived here long enough to know a few things by osmosis.\n\nHe took a deep breath, and finally made his way over. \"E-ex...excuse me?\" He cursed himself for his shaky voice.\n\nAlison turned as he got closer. \"Yes? Is there something I can help you with?\" She gave him a polite smile, and he had to keep himself from melting in the radiance.\n\n\"Um... Yes. I... uh...\" He cleared his throat, then held out a clipboard. He had printed out her photograph from the news website, and it was clipped into the board. \"I was wondering if I could have your autograph!\"\n\nShe chuckled, obviously getting this every so often. \"Alright. Do you have a pen?\" He nodded, pulling one out of his pocket and handing it over. \"Do you want me to make this out to someone?\"\n\n\"O-oh! Um, yes! Me!\" She nodded, but waited expectantly. \"Oh! Um. Sarin. Sarin Zevrin.\" He laughed awkwardly. \"Sorry. I'm... a big fan.\"\n\nShe gave a polite giggle. \"I can tell.\" She scribbled her signature, as well as a little message. \"To Sarin Zevrin. Keep watching the news. -Alison Johanis.\" She smiled and handed the clipboard and the pen back. \"There you go.\"\n\nHe laughed nervously again. \"Thank you! Thank you so much!\" He cleared his throat. \"Um... after your broadcast... would you like to get some coffee?\"\n\nShe blinked, then shook her head. \"OH... no. Thank you, that's very kind. But I don't think that's a good idea.\"\n\nHe felt his heart sink to his feet. \"Oh... of course...\"\n\nShe nodded, doing her best to stay polite. \"Now, if that's all, I need to finish getting ready. I'll be going live in just a few minutes.\"\n\n\"Oh... of course.\" He took a step back. \"Th-thank you for your time...\" She nodded, but quickly turned away and went back to setting up for the broadcast. He stepped back even more, out of the rest of the crew's way. He tried to keep his smile, but it was hard. He had fucked it up. Again. He always fucked it up when it came to meeting someone face-to-face. She probably thought he was some creep now. He felt like a real dork. Here he was, almost 30, and acting like some love struck 14 year old, barely able to string a sentence together talking to his crush. There was no way he could approach her again later. Then she [i]would[/i] think he was a creep.\n\nWell, if she thought he was a creep... he might as well act the part. That, at least, he was good at. He would make sure she was his. She already was his. She just didn't know it yet.\n\nBut she would.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nSarin nodded as he closed the junction box. \"That should do it.\" He spoke softly to himself. One of his best skills was electrical engineering, specifically rewiring things. He actually had a degree in it and everything. He took a step back and looked at the large house. With his rewiring job, the security should be disabled now. This was not the first time he had disabled the security for this area. In fact, he had installed it on many of the houses here when he worked for one of the big companies that did home security systems. It was part of how he knew his way around these things.\n\nThe house was pretty big, but no bigger than the others in the neighborhood. Spaulding Lake was a high class residential area in Clarence, the suburb just outside of the city of Buffalo. A lot of rich people lived in these houses, from lawyers, to investors, to professional sports players. And, of course, Alison. And just like most of the people in these multi-million dollar houses, she could barely afford the mortgage. Yet live here she did. It was a status symbol to live in Spaulding Lake in a small mansion, after all.\n\nHe still walked up to the house slowly, acting as casual as he could. He had left his truck parked a few blocks away. It stood out a little in this nicer neighborhood, and he didn't want people to get suspicious. Though being as it was two in the morning, not a whole lot of people were awake, most of the houses dark. Still, he couldn't risk some nosy busybody recognizing his truck, even if it was a very common model. As he walked, he quickly turned and strode down a path to the side of the house, walking around to the back. There was a wooden fence blocking the backyard, but it just had a padlock on it, and they were a real joke to open. He didn't even need to pick it. Just grabbing it, he pushed up, then yanked down, and the lock practically fell apart in his grip. It didn't even take all of his strength to do it. He wasn't even some kind of buff bodybuilder type, these locks were just shit, even the expensive ones. Thankfully, they were just as easy to put back together.\n\nOnce he was around the back of the house, he pulled a small device out of his pocket that looked like a car's electronic key fob. Pressing a button on it, he put it away, then pulled out his phone. Sure enough, there was no signal. Another of his talents was tinkering, and the device was one of his creations. A phone signal blocker. It didn't have a huge range, only just enough to cover the house, but it would prevent any calls going out or coming in. With all his prep done, it was finally time to enter the house itself. He moved to the patio, then leaned down and picked up a rock. It was fake, with a key hidden inside. A common trick. He used the key to unlock the back door and slowly slide it open.\n\nHe had actually been here once before. A few days ago, he risked scoping the place out during the day, when most people weren't home. He learned of the fake key then, and got the lay of the house. He was careful not to disturb anything. He had even broken and reassembled the lock on the fence gate. Since it was the same one he just broke again, he figured she didn't suspect anything. Stepping inside, he slid the door closed behind him again. He even locked the door behind him once more. He found himself in a kind of living room. A large sofa dominated the center of the room, with space enough for a half dozen people to sit on the thing. Not that Alison ever entertained guests. It faced an impractically large television hanging on the wall, with a small coffee table between them.\n\nHe moved further inside, careful not to make much noise. As he passed a bookshelf, he saw a trophy of some kind on one of them. He had examined it earlier. It was an award given to her for reporting on some local fund raiser thing a few years ago. Apparently, her coverage of the event boosted the amount of money the charity got. He picked the award up, finding it a little heavier than he expected. The thing was shaped like some kind of iceberg on a small pedestal, the charity's logo laser-etched into the iceberg part, while her name etched into a small nameplate on the bottom.\n\nAs he was about to set the award down, he froze as he heard footsteps coming down the nearby stairs. He crept closer as the footsteps got to the bottom of the stairs and got a little louder. He felt his heart racing in his chest, fearing it was beating so hard it might give away that he was here. He slowly moved to the side near the couch and got low, hoping that the darkness and his black clothing would keep him hidden in the shadows. As long as whoever it was didn't turn the lights on. Thankfully, they didn't. His heart beat even harder as he saw Alison step into the room. She was wearing what he could only guess were pajamas, little more than a silky slip in pink and a pair of matching sleep pants.\n\nAs she walked right past where he was hiding, he held his breath. She let out a yawn as she moved past, heading toward the kitchen. He left his hiding spot and followed, quickly moving behind her as quietly as he could. But not quietly enough as she suddenly stopped and turned. When she spotted the large, looming figure behind her, she let out a gasp. Her mouth opened, about to let out some kind of scream. He panicked, swinging his hand out and smashing the award still in it against her head. The award suddenly shattered into several pieces as it collided with her skull. Her scream was instead a pained grunt as she crumpled to the ground in a heap.\n\nHe stared at her, panic still making his heart race. \"Fuck...\" He saw the gash on the side of her face where he struck her, a small drool of blood leaking into her fur. He crouched down, hoping he hadn't just killed her. He pressed his hand against her neck, and let out a soft, relieved sigh as he felt her heartbeat. She was just unconscious. This was actually perfect... provided he didn't just put her in a coma. He slipped his hands under her and hefted her up and over his shoulder to carry her. He smiled as he gently moved her. \"C'mon, my love. Let's go get you somewhere more comfortable. Then we can have some fun.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAlison made a muffled groan as her consciousness slowly swam back to the surface. Sarin let out a soft sigh as he heard her. \"Oh good, you're waking up. I'm really sorry about hurting you.\" She slowly opens her eyes, only for them to go wide with shock and fear. She was laid out on her bed, the lights in the room turned on, so she could see the man standing in front of her. He did nothing to hide himself, or the fact he was completely naked as he sat on the edge of the bed. The goat's off-white short fur covered a body that had some tone to it. His hazel eyes stared longingly into hers, though he got a hurt expression when he saw the terror she stared back with.\n\nShe was also completely naked now, her own body covered in creamy fur much softer than his own. With no bra or padding stuffed into it, he could see her small breasts, though still perky and just to fit into his hand if he wished. Though his hand rested on her flat belly, feeling the muscles tremble. She tried to struggle against him, but he had used something he got from a BDSM shop to keep her tied down. A cuff attached snugly to each wrist and ankle, each cuff attached to one of two nylon straps that slid under the bed and tightened to keep her spread eagle. It left her completely exposed, but for now his attention was not on the pussy on full display, or even on her lovely chest. It was on her face. She had a gag in her mouth, also something from the shop, that would keep her from making any more sound than muffled cries.\n\nHe reached up, gently running fingers against her cheek. She fearfully flinched away from his touch, making him wince. \"I know. I'm so very sorry for all of this. But I saw how you looked at me before.\" His eyes turned away. \"And... how you look at me now... You hate me. You have every right to. But... I must have you.\" He turned back to her with an earnest expression, his hand gently stroking her cheek again. \"Just this once. One night of passion, that's all I ask. One night to make love with you, and then you will never see me again.\" He leaned closer. \"Can you endure that for me?\" She closed her eyes, shaking her head, making a muffled sound that was probably begging him not to do this. \"Please. It's all I want. I promise on my life, if you let me, then after tonight, you'll never see or hear from me ever again! You have my word!\"\n\nShe risked opening her teary eyes, seeing the earnest, almost pleading expression on the man's face. There was nothing in his gaze other than worry and hope, nothing that hinted he was being anything other than sincerer. She took a shaky breath, thinking for a moment. She didn't want it, but if she could endure being raped for just one night, she genuinely believed he would keep his word. Maybe if she was lucky, he would be some kind of quick shot, and all of this would be over with haste. And other than the bash on her skull, which still throbbed a little, he hadn't hurt her. His touch was gentle, and even the cuffs were not so tight as to hurt, the straps pulled only just tight enough that she could not struggle, but not pulling her painfully. Closing her eyes and feeling a tear rolling from her eye, she nodded.\n\nHe laughed, beaming with happiness. \"Thank you!\" He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly. She managed to keep herself from flinching too much away from him. \"Thank you, my love!\" He moved closer, staying on his knees beside her. \"I... should probably introduce myself properly. I doubt you remember me. We met a few days ago, while you were reporting at the stadium. I'm Sarin. You signed a photo of you I printed out.\" His hands rested against her, one on her shoulder, the other on her belly, fingers gently stroking against her downy fur. \"I framed it in my house. I-I would have preferred if you had... gone on that date with me then.\" The hand on her belly trailed up and down, stroking against her. \"We could have avoided all of this.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Oh, but it sounds like I'm blaming you. I'm not! I... I'm just so bad at meeting people. I know how I come across. L-like some kind of creep.\" He chuckled a little, fingers teasing against her side gently. \"Well, I guess I am some kind of creep now.\" She tensed up a little as the hand on her shoulder lowered down to rest against her breast. \"Relax. I don't want to hurt you. I-I want to love you! And... I want you to feel good. I want to prove that I can be good to you! I even cleaned the... cut on your forehead. I'm still sorry about that.\" He squeezed her breast gently, fingers sliding against her. She hated to even think it, but his touch was better than her ex-husband's had ever been. The fox would just grab and grope at her, while this stalker was actually being gentle about it... for now, at least.\n\nThe rabbit flinched when his hand slid down from her belly to rest against her sex. She tensed up even more when his fingers started to tease at her lower lips. \"Shhh, it's okay. Just let it happen.\" She squeezed her eyes shut, but couldn't keep herself from trembling as he started to tease against her clit. \"I said I want you to feel good, too, and I mean it.\" She bit down somewhat on the gag in her mouth as his finger started to trace little circles around the sensitive nub between her legs. She hated her own body for liking the touch, wishing he would just fuck her and get it over with.\n\nInstead, he lowered his head down, wrapping his lips around the nipple of her other breast, gently suckling and licking at it. He really was doing what he could to try and give her pleasure. An intrusive thought crept into her mind unbidden. If she had gone on that date, and spent the night with him more willingly, he probably would make a pretty good lover. She dismissed the thought with anger. He had stalked her, broken into her home, smashed something against her head, tied her up, and was now fondling her against her will. She was sure he had done something to the home security, too, since there were no alarms telling her someone was inside. She couldn't allow some fleeting pleasure to make her forget that he was here to rape her.\n\nFleeting, but building all the same, as unbidden as the intrusive thought. Her anger could chase away the thoughts, but her body was still reacting on its own. She hadn't slept with her husband for months before the divorce started, and that had finished over a year ago. She hadn't even pleased herself in a long time, and her body craved it. His gentle teasing of her clit and soft suckling at her breast got a reaction, despite her best efforts to try and stop it. Her pussy grew damp, her nipples hardening, even her clit slightly presenting itself a little more for his touch, as if to demand more of it. And the pleasure was building, slowly but surely.\n\nAnd he noticed. While still teasing at her clit, one finger slid down between her lips, then pushed up inside. She tensed up even more, both for the intrusion, and how much her body wanted it. When a second finger slid inside to join it, her winner walls squeezed around them. She tried to convince herself it was trying to deny his digits entry, but she knew better. Biting down on the gag even harder, she refused to let out any noise as his fingers slowly slid in and out, rubbing along her inner walls. Once more, he was proving his word, and his skill, his fingers finding the more sensitive parts inside of her with ease.\n\nSarin smiled as he heard her breathing harder, feeling her clenching around his fingers a little more. Her pussy was getting quite damp as he worked at it. Pulling back from her nipple, he trailed soft kisses up her collarbone to her neck and under her chin. She still tried to hold back, turning her head away from him. \"Don't resist it. Let yourself enjoy this.\" He heard a strained whimper from her, even muffled by the gag. Try as she might, her body was accepting the pleasure. Her hips wiggled and bucked under his touch, less to get away and more thrusting against his hand. He could tell she was close already. \"You must be very pent up to be this wet already. You should stop denying yourself all the time.\" He was tempted to edge her a little, but he wanted to give her that pleasure. His cock was throbbing hard, but he ignored it for now. This was her time.\n\nShe tried to hold back, to think of things that might put off the mounting orgasm, but nothing was working. She was already in the worst situation she could think of, a complete stranger holding her at his mercy while toying with her, and yet it grew. Her body needed it, no matter how much her mind begged it to stop and obey. The pressure and pleasure built more and more as his thumb toyed at her clit, fingers pumping into her pussy, rubbing all the spots it desperately wanted him to touch. Against her will, she could hold back no longer, her pussy suddenly clenching harder around his fingers as her hips started to buck and shake. She clenched her eyes shut, tears running from them as she endured her body betraying her, the orgasm washing over.\n\nSarin smiled as she came, holding onto her and still pumping his fingers, his thumb still rubbing at her swollen clit to help extend the pleasure even more. He kissed her neck gently as she came, listening to her muffled whimpers as her whole body shuddered and bucked. \"That's it.\" He cooed softly to her. \"Let it all out.\" He smiled, slowly drawing his digits out of her sodden pussy once it relaxed a little. He looked at his fingers, seeing her juices on them. Bringing it up, he licked her orgasmic flavor from them, savoring the taste. \"Mmm... sweeter than honey.\"\n\nHe smiled, kissing under her chin gently. \"See. I told you I wanted you to feel good, too.\" He shifted to sit up on his knees again, gently patting her cheek. \"Hey, no need for tears. You're supposed to enjoy this.\" He chuckled. \"Or are they tears of joy? A man who can actually please you, unlike that loser of an ex-husband of yours.\" She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise. \"Oh, don't worry. I haven't been watching you THAT long. I just assumed by how you reacted to my touch that he was... not very good to you.\" He chuckled again. \"I'll bet he was pretty unimpressive, too.\"\n\nHe shifted a little, to present himself, his cock throbbing hard now. \"I know I'm not the biggest out there, but I'll bet it'll feel better than his every did.\" His shaft was on the larger side of average, if only just. \"I don't think I can hold back anymore, though. I have to have you now!\" She let out a whimper, wanting him to just get it over with. He moved down the bed to get himself between her legs, pressing his tip against her damp slit. \"Mm, nice and warm.\" He rubbed himself between her lower lips a little. \"I'll go as slow as I can, but... you're just so pretty and sexy. I might not be able to hold back for too long. I-I'm sorry if I don't last as long as you'd like. I'll try my best. But I think you'll enjoy it.\" She doubted it. At least her mind wouldn't enjoy any of this. She wasn't sure about her body at this point. It had already betrayed.\n\nShe bit down on the gag hard as he pushed forward, sliding his cock into her pussy. He moaned as he slid deeper. \"Mmm! So warm! And still so tight! Very impressive for a woman your age.\" He quickly added. \"N-not that I think you're old! Just most women don't take care to stay tight after their 30 and get very loose.\" He moaned louder as he pushed more into her. \"But you are wonderful!\" Soon, his hips touched hers, his whole length inside of her. She could feel it throbbing inside of her, a disgustingly rigid rod of flesh. Worst, her body was betraying her again, her inner walls instinctively clenching a little around him.\n\n\"I'm going to start.\" His hips pulled back, only to push forward into her again, then again. He started slow, trying to take his time. She wished he wouldn't. Thankfully, at least for the rabbit, he couldn't seem to keep himself from going faster. He panted and moaned as he fucked her. She closed her eyes and turned away when he leaned over her, not wanting to look up at him. He kissed her cheek, moaning into her ear, then kissing along it. \"I love your ears so much. They're so soft and supple.\" She shuddered when he licked along her ear, hearing the disgusting sound of his mouth so close to her.\n\nHis pace picked up a little more, hips slapping against hers as he plunged inside. \"You're so sexy!\" He moaned louder. His hands reached up, touching the side of the gag's strap. \"I-I... I want to hear you... But I need you to promise me you won't scream if I take this off.\" She looked up at him again. \"Please? Can you promise me that?\" She hesitated, then nodded. He smiled, reaching around behind her head to unclasp the strap to the gag. It went slack instantly, and he pulled it out of her mouth a moment later. \"There. Now let me hear you moa-\"\n\n\"[b]HELP! SOMEONE HEL-[/b]\" She immediately broke her promise the moment the gag was out of her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.\n\nA hand clasped over her mouth the moment she did, Sarin looking at her with a look of hurt panic. \"Y-You promised!\" He looked furious for a second, but then calmed down, his hips moving again. \"It's okay. I understand. But... I need you to [i]not[/i] scream! The only screaming I want to hear from you is your pleasure!\" He let out an awkward laugh. \"I can feel you tightening around me, I know you're enjoying this!\" She glared up at him, her spiteful words muffled in the palm of his hand. \"Now please don't scream again, okay?\"\n\nHe slowly lifted his hand away from her mouth. The moment he did, she shouted again. \"No! Fuck you! [b]HEEEEELP! HE-[/b]\" Panic gripped him again as she screamed once more. Panic and anger. His hands latched onto her again, but not her mouth. Instead, he wrapped both hands around her neck, squeezing tight enough that he cut all the sound off.\n\nHe looked down sadly at her, like she had hurt him personally. \"No! Why?\" He pressed his thumbs into her throat as he squeezed the rest of her neck tight. \"I didn't want to hurt you! Why are you making me do this!\" Her mouth opened even wider, but nothing came out but a choked sound as he crushed her throat. She started to struggle under him, but he pressed down hard. He also didn't stop fucking her, ramming himself into her even harder. \"I'm sorry! I didn't want this! But I can't let you keep screaming!\" He panted, feeling tears stinging his eyes. Tears also flowed from hers as she stared at him with wide-eyed terror. \"I love you! Why couldn't you love me back!?\"\n\nAs he crushed her neck, her body started to thrash under him. Her inner walls also started to clamp harder around him, all her muscles trying to struggle at once. Though to him, it felt amazing, her pussy clenching around his cock as he rammed himself deep over and over. \"I'm sorry!\" He panted, watching her eyes go bloodshot and roll back a little. \"I still love you!\" He whimpered, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he choked the life from her. \"I'll always remember you! I promise!\" He squeezed harder as she started to thrash like a wild animal under him. He grunted and panted, hips bucking against hers, plunging himself as deep as he could as her pussy squeezed him tighter. It felt like she was cumming again. She might even be doing just that, her body losing any control as her mind fogged over and faded away.\n\nShe was still thrashing and bucking under him as he hit his limit. His cock erupted within her, spraying his seed deep into the clenching tunnel. He thrust with every heavy shot, dumping his load as deep as he could get it into her. He kept repeating. \"I'm sorry!\" over and over as he came, not once letting her go. Even once she finally went limp under him, he continued to squeeze. And he continued to hump at her, his cock still throbbing hard, even once it stopped spitting his load. He fucked her body like this for... he didn't know how long. Long enough that he came twice more, the second completely emptying his balls, the third almost painful for him as there was nothing left to give.\n\nFinally letting go of her neck, he saw the marks his fingers had left, her fur crushed, her flesh discolored. The expression on her face was one of pain and fear and panic, her eyes rolled back, mouth left open in a final, silent scream. He let out a soft sigh, gently caressing her cheek, feeling the tears soaked into her fur. \"I'm sorry, Alison. You left me no choice.\" He sighed again. \"They always leave me no choice. I really would have just walked away after tonight.\" Shaking his head, he put his hands on the bed and pulled himself back, groaning and wincing as he withdrew his aching, spent cock from her pussy. He pat her lower belly gently, right above the womb he blasted his load into only moments before. \"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up. I guess I'll have to deal with you.\" He had gotten very good at it.\n\nFirst thing was first, he needed garbage bags. It took about twenty minutes of searching, but he found them in a cabinet in the kitchen. They weren't a heavy duty as the ones he brought in his truck, but they would do for now. He brought the whole box back up to the bedroom. Next, he went to his clothes, but not to get himself dressed. This was better done while he was naked, so he could shower afterwards. Instead, he pulled a folding blade out of the pocket of his pants. Flipping the blade out, it was a menacing thing, the blade alone around nine inches long. He moved over to the dead rabbit, laying one of the bags out under her head. He then brought the knife up and pressed it close to her scalp, as if he was going to shave her head. Instead, he slid the sharp edge against the very base of her ear, carefully cutting it off as close to her scalp as he could. There was a bit of blood, but with her heart stopped, it didn't pump or squirt. He took both ears off and set them in a different bag, leaving the one under her head to catch any of the blood drooling out of the fresh wounds. \"There. I'll keep these lovely ears of yours.\" He always took a piece as some trophy.\n\nWith that taken care of, he started to free her from the cuffs, those and the straps getting stuffed into a bag of their own. Her clothing also got stuffed into the bag. Then it was time to get her put into one. He very gently moved her limbs to curl her up into a ball and did his best to get her into the garbage bag. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, and there was no way the bag wouldn't tear if he tried to carry her like trash. Not that he would ever treat her like garbage. He then put the bag into a second bag, and then a third, just to be sure nothing would tear as he moved her. Lastly, he stripped the bed of its sheets. He had slid a flexible rubber mat under the fitting sheet while she was still unconscious, so it caught any of the various fluids that had leaked from her. He rolled that up and slid it with the rest of his things, then stuffed the sheets into the bag with her clothing. He would burn all of that later... though he might keep something of her clothes as a trophy, too. Maybe the cute panties with the little yellow flower print she had been wearing.\n\nWith everything taken care of, the goat used her shower to clean himself. Only then did he finally get himself dressed again. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, he saw he had about an hour and a half before sunrise. He'd have to hurry. Carrying everything down the stairs, he left all the bags by the front door. Now came the riskiest part. Leaving the house, he walked as casually as he could to get his truck. He backed it into the driveway a few minutes later, turning it off. He grabbed the box of heavy trash bags from the back, and once inside, put the bags into the dark black ones he brought with him. Those all got loaded into the back of his truck. He loaded Alison last, gently patting her. \"I'm sorry for this. But don't worry, I'll get you out of that soon enough.\" His truck bed had a cover over it, thankfully, but he still always took these sorts of precautions. Once he was done, he closed the front door again, locking it again with the key he had stolen from the back. He also took a few minutes to reassemble the lock on the gate he had broken at the start of this, making it look like nothing had happened. Should confuse the cops for a bit, at least.\n\nWith all that done, he still had about an hour before sunrise as he pulled out and into the night. He had a destination. He would head north, to a town called Wilson. It was a little place on the edge of Lake Ontario. It was also one of the biggest piers for small boats in Western New York, at least for that lake. The drive was thankfully quite uneventful. Once he got to Wilson, he headed right for one of the piers, parking his truck next to a small yacht. He had acquired the yacht from an older gentleman years and years ago, when the goat was too young for an older man to be giving him such attention. It was a gift, something to hopefully buy Sarin's affection. Joke was on the old dragon when Sarin snapped his neck after a night of passion, dumping his body off of that very boat. Apparently, dragon's sank, because his body was never found.\n\nNow Sarin was loading another body onto the boat, working quickly as the sky was starting to grow a little lighter. He was thankful the air was still chill, as there was no one around right now. With everything loaded, he climbed aboard and headed out onto the lake. He headed far out onto the water, until he was satisfied he was far enough from either side that no one would see. No other boats were out on the water, at least near him. So as the sun was finally rising over the horizon, he pulled Alison out of all the different bags he had left her in. He gently rubbed her face as she lay on the deck, now much colder than she had been. \"Alright, my love. This is goodbye. I'm sorry again for all of this, but I'll always remember you.\" He leaned down and gave her lips a soft, loving kiss.\n\nHe carefully lifted her up, then let her fall over the edge of the boat. After splashing into the cold water, she sank slightly, the currents and coldness of the water dragging her under the surface. She wouldn't stay there forever, he knew. She was likely to eventually wash up on one shore or another. But it would take a long time for that to happen. The water and decomposition would wash away any remaining evidence, like his semen or the marks on her throat. It would at least degrade them enough that it couldn't be traced.\n\nWith the worst part of the cleanup done, he headed back to the pier. He parked the boat and tied it off as casually as anyone would. Getting back into his truck and driving back home, no one would suspect he just dumped yet another body in the lake. They never did.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nSarin sat in the basement of his house in Orchard Park, another suburb outside of Buffalo. The basement was set up like a second living room, with a comfortable chair and a large television. Though unlike the one upstairs, this one had far more macabre décor. Piece of what had been people were set on tables or on displays. Ears from rabbits, tails from rats or mice, the horns from a ram, and even a few severed hands. All the parts he thought were the cutest or prettiest parts of his previous obsessions. Alison's ears were now in that collection, all preserved by someone on the D-Gen forums. He had been a member for some time, though he never posted any of his kills. They were only for him to love, and he never set out to kill anyone, only to love them. But they always ended up making him kill them in the end. He knew he was sick, but this was who he was.\n\nThough Alison's ears were not currently on display. They were in his hand, being used to rub his shaft as he sat in the comfortable chair. He stared at the television, restarting the recording of the broadcast from the previous night. The intro to WBFN's evening news played, and then faded to the newscaster, a middle aged beaver with neatly combed black hair and a serious, if sad look on his face. Sarin smiled, knowing he wouldn't have to wait long.\n\n\"Good evening, Buffalo, I'm Victor Lafleur and this is your local news at 9. Our top story tonight is one that hits close to home.\" A little box appeared on the screen beside him, displaying a picture of Alison. Ironically, the same promotional picture that he had her sign two weeks ago, one now sitting on the wall beside him. \"Yesterday, the body of the 38 year old rabbit was found washed ashore along the banks of Lake Ontario, on the Canadian side. It has been identified as our very own Alison Johanis, who has been reported missing for nearly a week. According to the coroner's report, there are signs she was sexually assaulted before being strangled to death, her body mutilated, and then dumped into the lake. Due to the decomposition, police are unsure the exact time this occurred, but estimate it was done last Tuesday or Wednesday. Unfortunately, due to the age of the body and its time in the waters, they could not recover any usable evidence.\"\n\nThe beaver smiled. \"However, police have already arrested a suspect.\" Sarin also smiled. He loved this part. A police photograph of a rough looking fox replaced Alison's picture. The man was very disheveled, his hair and fur a mess. \"The victim's ex-husband, Wendal Rinaleski, age 41, has been arrested and charged with the assault and murder of Alison. Wendal and Alison were divorced only a year ago, and many witnesses have already testified that he was known to be harassing her for some months before her disappearance. He was found just outside of the town of Lockport, not far from where police suspect Alison's body was dumped, driving drunk and erratically in a black pickup truck that matched the description of a truck seen at the victim's house just before she went missing. After a brief chase, he was arrested and charged. He has plead not guilty, but the police and the DA's office are confident they have enough evidence to prove their case. Mr. Rinaleski is currently awaiting trail.\"\n\nSarin let out a groan as the recording ended. He had been stroking himself with Alison's ears the whole time, and let himself cum right at the end. \"Ah... that's a good girl.\" He leaned back, still stroking himself slowly to milk his seed out. This was probably the most clean any of his kills had ever been. Sometimes the bodies were found, but whenever they were, there was a brief investigation but nothing was found. This time, he got very lucky that her ex had been stalking her, too. And with his history of drunken behavior and aggression, it was pretty likely that Wendal would get convicted. Even if he wasn't, it would distract the police for months or even years. He was in the clear.\n\nHe closed his eyes, thinking of Alison again. He would miss her. He always missed his great loves. And he did love them, each and every one. It was why he kept pieces of them, little monuments to his affection for them all. And he may have found another. While he was walking in the park a few days ago, he saw an absolutely adorable young mouse. An artist, too, as he had been painting a lovely landscape. And he had just the most supple hands. Sarin was looking forward to finding out more about the young man. Maybe this time he could finally get one to work.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Obsession

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Sarin had to keep himself from staring. It was very hard. She was right there! Only a few dozen feet away! Alison Johanis. An on-site reporter for WBFN, a local news station for the greater Buffalo area in Western New York state. She had been their on-site reporter for around seven years now, though she almost always covered fluff pieces and feel-good stories. Sarin knew just about everything about the rabbit. She was 36. She was content doing the fluff pieces instead of more serious news stories. She had gone through a rather messy divorce a little over a year ago with the fox, Wendel Rinaleski. She had always kept her maiden name professionally. Her ex-husband had trouble keeping jobs because he was a heavy drinker, and had been cheating on her with a 19 year old cat at the time of the divorce, but had been sleeping with a lot of other women beforehand. She had wanted children, but had none. She liked to get her coffee from Tim Hortons, two cream, three sugar, and a chocolate donut. She wore size 5 shoes, but should be in size 6. She liked designer clothing, and collected jewelry, favoring emeralds and rubies. She was born in Chicago but moved to Buffalo when she was 17 to go to college. Now she lived in Clarence, a suburb east of the city, in a large house by herself. It was a nice house.

The goat had been stalking her for around four months now. She didn't know it, he was sure of that. He had been very careful. He also knew he was sick in the head for stalking her. She was hardly the first obsession he had ever had, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to help himself. He loved her. She was gorgeous. Her creamy-white fur was soft, her black, wavy hair done in a casual style that had cost her almost 60 dollars. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes. She was thin, but athletic, using her gym membership sparingly but she liked to do light aerobics at home. She had a small bust, which she made look bigger by stuffing her bra, which he thought was just adorable. But her ears were what he loved the most. Long and supple, they often stood up and back slightly, but she let them hang limp at the end of the day. She was wearing a blue polo with the logo of the news station on the front, a pair of black slacks that hid her slender legs too well, and a pair of black heels that were probably killing her feet already.

He had to talk to her. But he was very nervous. This was the first time he would be talking to her directly. He had to make a good first impression! He checked his collar to make sure it was straight. He wore the uniform for a member of the tech crew at the Hightown Stadium, the football stadium for the Buffalo Bills. He had paid the actual tech to give him the uniform so he could blend in. Alison was here with the news crew, about to talk about the upcoming game this Sunday. It was always a big deal when the team played at home. Buffalo loved their football. Sarin wasn't really particular about any sports, but had lived here long enough to know a few things by osmosis.

He took a deep breath, and finally made his way over. "E-ex...excuse me?" He cursed himself for his shaky voice.

Alison turned as he got closer. "Yes? Is there something I can help you with?" She gave him a polite smile, and he had to keep himself from melting in the radiance.

"Um... Yes. I... uh..." He cleared his throat, then held out a clipboard. He had printed out her photograph from the news website, and it was clipped into the board. "I was wondering if I could have your autograph!"

She chuckled, obviously getting this every so often. "Alright. Do you have a pen?" He nodded, pulling one out of his pocket and handing it over. "Do you want me to make this out to someone?"

"O-oh! Um, yes! Me!" She nodded, but waited expectantly. "Oh! Um. Sarin. Sarin Zevrin." He laughed awkwardly. "Sorry. I'm... a big fan."

She gave a polite giggle. "I can tell." She scribbled her signature, as well as a little message. "To Sarin Zevrin. Keep watching the news. -Alison Johanis." She smiled and handed the clipboard and the pen back. "There you go."

He laughed nervously again. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He cleared his throat. "Um... after your broadcast... would you like to get some coffee?"

She blinked, then shook her head. "OH... no. Thank you, that's very kind. But I don't think that's a good idea."

He felt his heart sink to his feet. "Oh... of course..."

She nodded, doing her best to stay polite. "Now, if that's all, I need to finish getting ready. I'll be going live in just a few minutes."

"Oh... of course." He took a step back. "Th-thank you for your time..." She nodded, but quickly turned away and went back to setting up for the broadcast. He stepped back even more, out of the rest of the crew's way. He tried to keep his smile, but it was hard. He had fucked it up. Again. He always fucked it up when it came to meeting someone face-to-face. She probably thought he was some creep now. He felt like a real dork. Here he was, almost 30, and acting like some love struck 14 year old, barely able to string a sentence together talking to his crush. There was no way he could approach her again later. Then she would think he was a creep.

Well, if she thought he was a creep... he might as well act the part. That, at least, he was good at. He would make sure she was his. She already was his. She just didn't know it yet.

But she would.

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Sarin nodded as he closed the junction box. "That should do it." He spoke softly to himself. One of his best skills was electrical engineering, specifically rewiring things. He actually had a degree in it and everything. He took a step back and looked at the large house. With his rewiring job, the security should be disabled now. This was not the first time he had disabled the security for this area. In fact, he had installed it on many of the houses here when he worked for one of the big companies that did home security systems. It was part of how he knew his way around these things.

The house was pretty big, but no bigger than the others in the neighborhood. Spaulding Lake was a high class residential area in Clarence, the suburb just outside of the city of Buffalo. A lot of rich people lived in these houses, from lawyers, to investors, to professional sports players. And, of course, Alison. And just like most of the people in these multi-million dollar houses, she could barely afford the mortgage. Yet live here she did. It was a status symbol to live in Spaulding Lake in a small mansion, after all.

He still walked up to the house slowly, acting as casual as he could. He had left his truck parked a few blocks away. It stood out a little in this nicer neighborhood, and he didn't want people to get suspicious. Though being as it was two in the morning, not a whole lot of people were awake, most of the houses dark. Still, he couldn't risk some nosy busybody recognizing his truck, even if it was a very common model. As he walked, he quickly turned and strode down a path to the side of the house, walking around to the back. There was a wooden fence blocking the backyard, but it just had a padlock on it, and they were a real joke to open. He didn't even need to pick it. Just grabbing it, he pushed up, then yanked down, and the lock practically fell apart in his grip. It didn't even take all of his strength to do it. He wasn't even some kind of buff bodybuilder type, these locks were just shit, even the expensive ones. Thankfully, they were just as easy to put back together.

Once he was around the back of the house, he pulled a small device out of his pocket that looked like a car's electronic key fob. Pressing a button on it, he put it away, then pulled out his phone. Sure enough, there was no signal. Another of his talents was tinkering, and the device was one of his creations. A phone signal blocker. It didn't have a huge range, only just enough to cover the house, but it would prevent any calls going out or coming in. With all his prep done, it was finally time to enter the house itself. He moved to the patio, then leaned down and picked up a rock. It was fake, with a key hidden inside. A common trick. He used the key to unlock the back door and slowly slide it open.

He had actually been here once before. A few days ago, he risked scoping the place out during the day, when most people weren't home. He learned of the fake key then, and got the lay of the house. He was careful not to disturb anything. He had even broken and reassembled the lock on the fence gate. Since it was the same one he just broke again, he figured she didn't suspect anything. Stepping inside, he slid the door closed behind him again. He even locked the door behind him once more. He found himself in a kind of living room. A large sofa dominated the center of the room, with space enough for a half dozen people to sit on the thing. Not that Alison ever entertained guests. It faced an impractically large television hanging on the wall, with a small coffee table between them.

He moved further inside, careful not to make much noise. As he passed a bookshelf, he saw a trophy of some kind on one of them. He had examined it earlier. It was an award given to her for reporting on some local fund raiser thing a few years ago. Apparently, her coverage of the event boosted the amount of money the charity got. He picked the award up, finding it a little heavier than he expected. The thing was shaped like some kind of iceberg on a small pedestal, the charity's logo laser-etched into the iceberg part, while her name etched into a small nameplate on the bottom.

As he was about to set the award down, he froze as he heard footsteps coming down the nearby stairs. He crept closer as the footsteps got to the bottom of the stairs and got a little louder. He felt his heart racing in his chest, fearing it was beating so hard it might give away that he was here. He slowly moved to the side near the couch and got low, hoping that the darkness and his black clothing would keep him hidden in the shadows. As long as whoever it was didn't turn the lights on. Thankfully, they didn't. His heart beat even harder as he saw Alison step into the room. She was wearing what he could only guess were pajamas, little more than a silky slip in pink and a pair of matching sleep pants.

As she walked right past where he was hiding, he held his breath. She let out a yawn as she moved past, heading toward the kitchen. He left his hiding spot and followed, quickly moving behind her as quietly as he could. But not quietly enough as she suddenly stopped and turned. When she spotted the large, looming figure behind her, she let out a gasp. Her mouth opened, about to let out some kind of scream. He panicked, swinging his hand out and smashing the award still in it against her head. The award suddenly shattered into several pieces as it collided with her skull. Her scream was instead a pained grunt as she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

He stared at her, panic still making his heart race. "Fuck..." He saw the gash on the side of her face where he struck her, a small drool of blood leaking into her fur. He crouched down, hoping he hadn't just killed her. He pressed his hand against her neck, and let out a soft, relieved sigh as he felt her heartbeat. She was just unconscious. This was actually perfect... provided he didn't just put her in a coma. He slipped his hands under her and hefted her up and over his shoulder to carry her. He smiled as he gently moved her. "C'mon, my love. Let's go get you somewhere more comfortable. Then we can have some fun."

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Alison made a muffled groan as her consciousness slowly swam back to the surface. Sarin let out a soft sigh as he heard her. "Oh good, you're waking up. I'm really sorry about hurting you." She slowly opens her eyes, only for them to go wide with shock and fear. She was laid out on her bed, the lights in the room turned on, so she could see the man standing in front of her. He did nothing to hide himself, or the fact he was completely naked as he sat on the edge of the bed. The goat's off-white short fur covered a body that had some tone to it. His hazel eyes stared longingly into hers, though he got a hurt expression when he saw the terror she stared back with.

She was also completely naked now, her own body covered in creamy fur much softer than his own. With no bra or padding stuffed into it, he could see her small breasts, though still perky and just to fit into his hand if he wished. Though his hand rested on her flat belly, feeling the muscles tremble. She tried to struggle against him, but he had used something he got from a BDSM shop to keep her tied down. A cuff attached snugly to each wrist and ankle, each cuff attached to one of two nylon straps that slid under the bed and tightened to keep her spread eagle. It left her completely exposed, but for now his attention was not on the pussy on full display, or even on her lovely chest. It was on her face. She had a gag in her mouth, also something from the shop, that would keep her from making any more sound than muffled cries.

He reached up, gently running fingers against her cheek. She fearfully flinched away from his touch, making him wince. "I know. I'm so very sorry for all of this. But I saw how you looked at me before." His eyes turned away. "And... how you look at me now... You hate me. You have every right to. But... I must have you." He turned back to her with an earnest expression, his hand gently stroking her cheek again. "Just this once. One night of passion, that's all I ask. One night to make love with you, and then you will never see me again." He leaned closer. "Can you endure that for me?" She closed her eyes, shaking her head, making a muffled sound that was probably begging him not to do this. "Please. It's all I want. I promise on my life, if you let me, then after tonight, you'll never see or hear from me ever again! You have my word!"

She risked opening her teary eyes, seeing the earnest, almost pleading expression on the man's face. There was nothing in his gaze other than worry and hope, nothing that hinted he was being anything other than sincerer. She took a shaky breath, thinking for a moment. She didn't want it, but if she could endure being raped for just one night, she genuinely believed he would keep his word. Maybe if she was lucky, he would be some kind of quick shot, and all of this would be over with haste. And other than the bash on her skull, which still throbbed a little, he hadn't hurt her. His touch was gentle, and even the cuffs were not so tight as to hurt, the straps pulled only just tight enough that she could not struggle, but not pulling her painfully. Closing her eyes and feeling a tear rolling from her eye, she nodded.

He laughed, beaming with happiness. "Thank you!" He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly. She managed to keep herself from flinching too much away from him. "Thank you, my love!" He moved closer, staying on his knees beside her. "I... should probably introduce myself properly. I doubt you remember me. We met a few days ago, while you were reporting at the stadium. I'm Sarin. You signed a photo of you I printed out." His hands rested against her, one on her shoulder, the other on her belly, fingers gently stroking against her downy fur. "I framed it in my house. I-I would have preferred if you had... gone on that date with me then." The hand on her belly trailed up and down, stroking against her. "We could have avoided all of this."

He sighed. "Oh, but it sounds like I'm blaming you. I'm not! I... I'm just so bad at meeting people. I know how I come across. L-like some kind of creep." He chuckled a little, fingers teasing against her side gently. "Well, I guess I am some kind of creep now." She tensed up a little as the hand on her shoulder lowered down to rest against her breast. "Relax. I don't want to hurt you. I-I want to love you! And... I want you to feel good. I want to prove that I can be good to you! I even cleaned the... cut on your forehead. I'm still sorry about that." He squeezed her breast gently, fingers sliding against her. She hated to even think it, but his touch was better than her ex-husband's had ever been. The fox would just grab and grope at her, while this stalker was actually being gentle about it... for now, at least.

The rabbit flinched when his hand slid down from her belly to rest against her sex. She tensed up even more when his fingers started to tease at her lower lips. "Shhh, it's okay. Just let it happen." She squeezed her eyes shut, but couldn't keep herself from trembling as he started to tease against her clit. "I said I want you to feel good, too, and I mean it." She bit down somewhat on the gag in her mouth as his finger started to trace little circles around the sensitive nub between her legs. She hated her own body for liking the touch, wishing he would just fuck her and get it over with.

Instead, he lowered his head down, wrapping his lips around the nipple of her other breast, gently suckling and licking at it. He really was doing what he could to try and give her pleasure. An intrusive thought crept into her mind unbidden. If she had gone on that date, and spent the night with him more willingly, he probably would make a pretty good lover. She dismissed the thought with anger. He had stalked her, broken into her home, smashed something against her head, tied her up, and was now fondling her against her will. She was sure he had done something to the home security, too, since there were no alarms telling her someone was inside. She couldn't allow some fleeting pleasure to make her forget that he was here to rape her.

Fleeting, but building all the same, as unbidden as the intrusive thought. Her anger could chase away the thoughts, but her body was still reacting on its own. She hadn't slept with her husband for months before the divorce started, and that had finished over a year ago. She hadn't even pleased herself in a long time, and her body craved it. His gentle teasing of her clit and soft suckling at her breast got a reaction, despite her best efforts to try and stop it. Her pussy grew damp, her nipples hardening, even her clit slightly presenting itself a little more for his touch, as if to demand more of it. And the pleasure was building, slowly but surely.

And he noticed. While still teasing at her clit, one finger slid down between her lips, then pushed up inside. She tensed up even more, both for the intrusion, and how much her body wanted it. When a second finger slid inside to join it, her winner walls squeezed around them. She tried to convince herself it was trying to deny his digits entry, but she knew better. Biting down on the gag even harder, she refused to let out any noise as his fingers slowly slid in and out, rubbing along her inner walls. Once more, he was proving his word, and his skill, his fingers finding the more sensitive parts inside of her with ease.

Sarin smiled as he heard her breathing harder, feeling her clenching around his fingers a little more. Her pussy was getting quite damp as he worked at it. Pulling back from her nipple, he trailed soft kisses up her collarbone to her neck and under her chin. She still tried to hold back, turning her head away from him. "Don't resist it. Let yourself enjoy this." He heard a strained whimper from her, even muffled by the gag. Try as she might, her body was accepting the pleasure. Her hips wiggled and bucked under his touch, less to get away and more thrusting against his hand. He could tell she was close already. "You must be very pent up to be this wet already. You should stop denying yourself all the time." He was tempted to edge her a little, but he wanted to give her that pleasure. His cock was throbbing hard, but he ignored it for now. This was her time.

She tried to hold back, to think of things that might put off the mounting orgasm, but nothing was working. She was already in the worst situation she could think of, a complete stranger holding her at his mercy while toying with her, and yet it grew. Her body needed it, no matter how much her mind begged it to stop and obey. The pressure and pleasure built more and more as his thumb toyed at her clit, fingers pumping into her pussy, rubbing all the spots it desperately wanted him to touch. Against her will, she could hold back no longer, her pussy suddenly clenching harder around his fingers as her hips started to buck and shake. She clenched her eyes shut, tears running from them as she endured her body betraying her, the orgasm washing over.

Sarin smiled as she came, holding onto her and still pumping his fingers, his thumb still rubbing at her swollen clit to help extend the pleasure even more. He kissed her neck gently as she came, listening to her muffled whimpers as her whole body shuddered and bucked. "That's it." He cooed softly to her. "Let it all out." He smiled, slowly drawing his digits out of her sodden pussy once it relaxed a little. He looked at his fingers, seeing her juices on them. Bringing it up, he licked her orgasmic flavor from them, savoring the taste. "Mmm... sweeter than honey."

He smiled, kissing under her chin gently. "See. I told you I wanted you to feel good, too." He shifted to sit up on his knees again, gently patting her cheek. "Hey, no need for tears. You're supposed to enjoy this." He chuckled. "Or are they tears of joy? A man who can actually please you, unlike that loser of an ex-husband of yours." She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't been watching you THAT long. I just assumed by how you reacted to my touch that he was... not very good to you." He chuckled again. "I'll bet he was pretty unimpressive, too."

He shifted a little, to present himself, his cock throbbing hard now. "I know I'm not the biggest out there, but I'll bet it'll feel better than his every did." His shaft was on the larger side of average, if only just. "I don't think I can hold back anymore, though. I have to have you now!" She let out a whimper, wanting him to just get it over with. He moved down the bed to get himself between her legs, pressing his tip against her damp slit. "Mm, nice and warm." He rubbed himself between her lower lips a little. "I'll go as slow as I can, but... you're just so pretty and sexy. I might not be able to hold back for too long. I-I'm sorry if I don't last as long as you'd like. I'll try my best. But I think you'll enjoy it." She doubted it. At least her mind wouldn't enjoy any of this. She wasn't sure about her body at this point. It had already betrayed.

She bit down on the gag hard as he pushed forward, sliding his cock into her pussy. He moaned as he slid deeper. "Mmm! So warm! And still so tight! Very impressive for a woman your age." He quickly added. "N-not that I think you're old! Just most women don't take care to stay tight after their 30 and get very loose." He moaned louder as he pushed more into her. "But you are wonderful!" Soon, his hips touched hers, his whole length inside of her. She could feel it throbbing inside of her, a disgustingly rigid rod of flesh. Worst, her body was betraying her again, her inner walls instinctively clenching a little around him.

"I'm going to start." His hips pulled back, only to push forward into her again, then again. He started slow, trying to take his time. She wished he wouldn't. Thankfully, at least for the rabbit, he couldn't seem to keep himself from going faster. He panted and moaned as he fucked her. She closed her eyes and turned away when he leaned over her, not wanting to look up at him. He kissed her cheek, moaning into her ear, then kissing along it. "I love your ears so much. They're so soft and supple." She shuddered when he licked along her ear, hearing the disgusting sound of his mouth so close to her.

His pace picked up a little more, hips slapping against hers as he plunged inside. "You're so sexy!" He moaned louder. His hands reached up, touching the side of the gag's strap. "I-I... I want to hear you... But I need you to promise me you won't scream if I take this off." She looked up at him again. "Please? Can you promise me that?" She hesitated, then nodded. He smiled, reaching around behind her head to unclasp the strap to the gag. It went slack instantly, and he pulled it out of her mouth a moment later. "There. Now let me hear you moa-"

"HELP! SOMEONE HEL-" She immediately broke her promise the moment the gag was out of her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.

A hand clasped over her mouth the moment she did, Sarin looking at her with a look of hurt panic. "Y-You promised!" He looked furious for a second, but then calmed down, his hips moving again. "It's okay. I understand. But... I need you to not scream! The only screaming I want to hear from you is your pleasure!" He let out an awkward laugh. "I can feel you tightening around me, I know you're enjoying this!" She glared up at him, her spiteful words muffled in the palm of his hand. "Now please don't scream again, okay?"

He slowly lifted his hand away from her mouth. The moment he did, she shouted again. "No! Fuck you! HEEEEELP! HE-" Panic gripped him again as she screamed once more. Panic and anger. His hands latched onto her again, but not her mouth. Instead, he wrapped both hands around her neck, squeezing tight enough that he cut all the sound off.

He looked down sadly at her, like she had hurt him personally. "No! Why?" He pressed his thumbs into her throat as he squeezed the rest of her neck tight. "I didn't want to hurt you! Why are you making me do this!" Her mouth opened even wider, but nothing came out but a choked sound as he crushed her throat. She started to struggle under him, but he pressed down hard. He also didn't stop fucking her, ramming himself into her even harder. "I'm sorry! I didn't want this! But I can't let you keep screaming!" He panted, feeling tears stinging his eyes. Tears also flowed from hers as she stared at him with wide-eyed terror. "I love you! Why couldn't you love me back!?"

As he crushed her neck, her body started to thrash under him. Her inner walls also started to clamp harder around him, all her muscles trying to struggle at once. Though to him, it felt amazing, her pussy clenching around his cock as he rammed himself deep over and over. "I'm sorry!" He panted, watching her eyes go bloodshot and roll back a little. "I still love you!" He whimpered, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he choked the life from her. "I'll always remember you! I promise!" He squeezed harder as she started to thrash like a wild animal under him. He grunted and panted, hips bucking against hers, plunging himself as deep as he could as her pussy squeezed him tighter. It felt like she was cumming again. She might even be doing just that, her body losing any control as her mind fogged over and faded away.

She was still thrashing and bucking under him as he hit his limit. His cock erupted within her, spraying his seed deep into the clenching tunnel. He thrust with every heavy shot, dumping his load as deep as he could get it into her. He kept repeating. "I'm sorry!" over and over as he came, not once letting her go. Even once she finally went limp under him, he continued to squeeze. And he continued to hump at her, his cock still throbbing hard, even once it stopped spitting his load. He fucked her body like this for... he didn't know how long. Long enough that he came twice more, the second completely emptying his balls, the third almost painful for him as there was nothing left to give.

Finally letting go of her neck, he saw the marks his fingers had left, her fur crushed, her flesh discolored. The expression on her face was one of pain and fear and panic, her eyes rolled back, mouth left open in a final, silent scream. He let out a soft sigh, gently caressing her cheek, feeling the tears soaked into her fur. "I'm sorry, Alison. You left me no choice." He sighed again. "They always leave me no choice. I really would have just walked away after tonight." Shaking his head, he put his hands on the bed and pulled himself back, groaning and wincing as he withdrew his aching, spent cock from her pussy. He pat her lower belly gently, right above the womb he blasted his load into only moments before. "Alright. Let's get you cleaned up. I guess I'll have to deal with you." He had gotten very good at it.

First thing was first, he needed garbage bags. It took about twenty minutes of searching, but he found them in a cabinet in the kitchen. They weren't a heavy duty as the ones he brought in his truck, but they would do for now. He brought the whole box back up to the bedroom. Next, he went to his clothes, but not to get himself dressed. This was better done while he was naked, so he could shower afterwards. Instead, he pulled a folding blade out of the pocket of his pants. Flipping the blade out, it was a menacing thing, the blade alone around nine inches long. He moved over to the dead rabbit, laying one of the bags out under her head. He then brought the knife up and pressed it close to her scalp, as if he was going to shave her head. Instead, he slid the sharp edge against the very base of her ear, carefully cutting it off as close to her scalp as he could. There was a bit of blood, but with her heart stopped, it didn't pump or squirt. He took both ears off and set them in a different bag, leaving the one under her head to catch any of the blood drooling out of the fresh wounds. "There. I'll keep these lovely ears of yours." He always took a piece as some trophy.

With that taken care of, he started to free her from the cuffs, those and the straps getting stuffed into a bag of their own. Her clothing also got stuffed into the bag. Then it was time to get her put into one. He very gently moved her limbs to curl her up into a ball and did his best to get her into the garbage bag. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, and there was no way the bag wouldn't tear if he tried to carry her like trash. Not that he would ever treat her like garbage. He then put the bag into a second bag, and then a third, just to be sure nothing would tear as he moved her. Lastly, he stripped the bed of its sheets. He had slid a flexible rubber mat under the fitting sheet while she was still unconscious, so it caught any of the various fluids that had leaked from her. He rolled that up and slid it with the rest of his things, then stuffed the sheets into the bag with her clothing. He would burn all of that later... though he might keep something of her clothes as a trophy, too. Maybe the cute panties with the little yellow flower print she had been wearing.

With everything taken care of, the goat used her shower to clean himself. Only then did he finally get himself dressed again. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, he saw he had about an hour and a half before sunrise. He'd have to hurry. Carrying everything down the stairs, he left all the bags by the front door. Now came the riskiest part. Leaving the house, he walked as casually as he could to get his truck. He backed it into the driveway a few minutes later, turning it off. He grabbed the box of heavy trash bags from the back, and once inside, put the bags into the dark black ones he brought with him. Those all got loaded into the back of his truck. He loaded Alison last, gently patting her. "I'm sorry for this. But don't worry, I'll get you out of that soon enough." His truck bed had a cover over it, thankfully, but he still always took these sorts of precautions. Once he was done, he closed the front door again, locking it again with the key he had stolen from the back. He also took a few minutes to reassemble the lock on the gate he had broken at the start of this, making it look like nothing had happened. Should confuse the cops for a bit, at least.

With all that done, he still had about an hour before sunrise as he pulled out and into the night. He had a destination. He would head north, to a town called Wilson. It was a little place on the edge of Lake Ontario. It was also one of the biggest piers for small boats in Western New York, at least for that lake. The drive was thankfully quite uneventful. Once he got to Wilson, he headed right for one of the piers, parking his truck next to a small yacht. He had acquired the yacht from an older gentleman years and years ago, when the goat was too young for an older man to be giving him such attention. It was a gift, something to hopefully buy Sarin's affection. Joke was on the old dragon when Sarin snapped his neck after a night of passion, dumping his body off of that very boat. Apparently, dragon's sank, because his body was never found.

Now Sarin was loading another body onto the boat, working quickly as the sky was starting to grow a little lighter. He was thankful the air was still chill, as there was no one around right now. With everything loaded, he climbed aboard and headed out onto the lake. He headed far out onto the water, until he was satisfied he was far enough from either side that no one would see. No other boats were out on the water, at least near him. So as the sun was finally rising over the horizon, he pulled Alison out of all the different bags he had left her in. He gently rubbed her face as she lay on the deck, now much colder than she had been. "Alright, my love. This is goodbye. I'm sorry again for all of this, but I'll always remember you." He leaned down and gave her lips a soft, loving kiss.

He carefully lifted her up, then let her fall over the edge of the boat. After splashing into the cold water, she sank slightly, the currents and coldness of the water dragging her under the surface. She wouldn't stay there forever, he knew. She was likely to eventually wash up on one shore or another. But it would take a long time for that to happen. The water and decomposition would wash away any remaining evidence, like his semen or the marks on her throat. It would at least degrade them enough that it couldn't be traced.

With the worst part of the cleanup done, he headed back to the pier. He parked the boat and tied it off as casually as anyone would. Getting back into his truck and driving back home, no one would suspect he just dumped yet another body in the lake. They never did.

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Sarin sat in the basement of his house in Orchard Park, another suburb outside of Buffalo. The basement was set up like a second living room, with a comfortable chair and a large television. Though unlike the one upstairs, this one had far more macabre décor. Piece of what had been people were set on tables or on displays. Ears from rabbits, tails from rats or mice, the horns from a ram, and even a few severed hands. All the parts he thought were the cutest or prettiest parts of his previous obsessions. Alison's ears were now in that collection, all preserved by someone on the D-Gen forums. He had been a member for some time, though he never posted any of his kills. They were only for him to love, and he never set out to kill anyone, only to love them. But they always ended up making him kill them in the end. He knew he was sick, but this was who he was.

Though Alison's ears were not currently on display. They were in his hand, being used to rub his shaft as he sat in the comfortable chair. He stared at the television, restarting the recording of the broadcast from the previous night. The intro to WBFN's evening news played, and then faded to the newscaster, a middle aged beaver with neatly combed black hair and a serious, if sad look on his face. Sarin smiled, knowing he wouldn't have to wait long.

"Good evening, Buffalo, I'm Victor Lafleur and this is your local news at 9. Our top story tonight is one that hits close to home." A little box appeared on the screen beside him, displaying a picture of Alison. Ironically, the same promotional picture that he had her sign two weeks ago, one now sitting on the wall beside him. "Yesterday, the body of the 38 year old rabbit was found washed ashore along the banks of Lake Ontario, on the Canadian side. It has been identified as our very own Alison Johanis, who has been reported missing for nearly a week. According to the coroner's report, there are signs she was sexually assaulted before being strangled to death, her body mutilated, and then dumped into the lake. Due to the decomposition, police are unsure the exact time this occurred, but estimate it was done last Tuesday or Wednesday. Unfortunately, due to the age of the body and its time in the waters, they could not recover any usable evidence."

The beaver smiled. "However, police have already arrested a suspect." Sarin also smiled. He loved this part. A police photograph of a rough looking fox replaced Alison's picture. The man was very disheveled, his hair and fur a mess. "The victim's ex-husband, Wendal Rinaleski, age 41, has been arrested and charged with the assault and murder of Alison. Wendal and Alison were divorced only a year ago, and many witnesses have already testified that he was known to be harassing her for some months before her disappearance. He was found just outside of the town of Lockport, not far from where police suspect Alison's body was dumped, driving drunk and erratically in a black pickup truck that matched the description of a truck seen at the victim's house just before she went missing. After a brief chase, he was arrested and charged. He has plead not guilty, but the police and the DA's office are confident they have enough evidence to prove their case. Mr. Rinaleski is currently awaiting trail."

Sarin let out a groan as the recording ended. He had been stroking himself with Alison's ears the whole time, and let himself cum right at the end. "Ah... that's a good girl." He leaned back, still stroking himself slowly to milk his seed out. This was probably the most clean any of his kills had ever been. Sometimes the bodies were found, but whenever they were, there was a brief investigation but nothing was found. This time, he got very lucky that her ex had been stalking her, too. And with his history of drunken behavior and aggression, it was pretty likely that Wendal would get convicted. Even if he wasn't, it would distract the police for months or even years. He was in the clear.

He closed his eyes, thinking of Alison again. He would miss her. He always missed his great loves. And he did love them, each and every one. It was why he kept pieces of them, little monuments to his affection for them all. And he may have found another. While he was walking in the park a few days ago, he saw an absolutely adorable young mouse. An artist, too, as he had been painting a lovely landscape. And he had just the most supple hands. Sarin was looking forward to finding out more about the young man. Maybe this time he could finally get one to work.

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