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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]Fight Therapy – Follow Up[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nKyle walked up the stairs, adjusting the cap atop his head. The muscular tiger was dressed as an officer for the Alta Ferro Police Department. One of his fans on D-Gen was a member of the AFPD, and had provided him with not only the uniform, but some information, namely the location he was going to now. It was a bit risky for him. This neighborhood didn't have a very good relationship with the police, for a number of reasons. Corrupt officers, lack of funding, and a general feel of lawlessness, or more accurately, 'law of the streets' in the slums that were the lower westside of the mega city.\n\nThankfully, nothing happened, and soon he found himself standing in front of the door to apartment 538. He readied himself, doing what he could to get into character. He gave a firm knock on the door. After a moment, a female voice called out. \"Who is it?\"\n\n\"Is this the residence of Ms. Herenski?\" He kept his voice as even and professional as he could, knowing whoever was inside was likely looking through the little peephole at him.\n\n\"Who is asking?\" The voice had more than a note of suspicion.\n\nHe smiled slightly. \"My name is Officer Kyle Mills, AFPD. I'm not here with any kind of warrant. I'm here to deliver some... news to you. It is about Riley Thompson.\"\n\nThere was a heavy sigh. \"Ah fuck. What did she do this time?\"\n\nHe cleared his throat. \"I think it would be best if we spoke in private. It is of a... personal nature.\" There was a long pause, then he heard several clicks as door locks were released. The door was pulled open, revealing the woman inside. Christine Herenski was exactly what he had predicted. A mid-20's mouse with a skinny, athletic body, with almost pure white fur, and short but messy jet black hair. She had a number of stud piercings along the edges of her large ears, most of them black. She was dressed in what were probably pajamas of some kind, a cut off black t-shirt that ended just below her chest to leave her flat belly exposed, and a pair of very short cloth shorts in grey that barely covered her hips, leaving almost all of her slender thighs fully exposed. Everything about her screamed goth or rebel.\n\nShe looked him up and down. \"Well, at least you're not trying to hide you're a cop.\" It took a lot to keep himself from smiling and giving the ruse away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside. \"Fine. C'mon in.\" He nodded and stepped inside, the door shutting behind him. She motioned to a couch. \"Have a seat and let me know what the cunt's done this time.\"\n\nHe nodded, moving into the messy apartment. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, and a pizza box with half of its contents still inside sat on a table cluttered with used plates. A bong sat almost proudly beside the pizza box, the whole place smelling heavily of weed. Though he didn't sit down. \"Well, it's not what she's done that I'm here to talk to you about.\" He took a deep breath. \"First, however, I must confirm your relation to her. You are her significant other, correct?\"\n\nThe mouse nodded, moving over to pass him. \"Yeah, I'm her girlfriend. Most of the time.\"\n\n\"Then I'm very sorry to inform you that Ms. Thompson was found this morning... dead.\"\n\nThe mouse froze as she was about to walk past him, her head snapping to look at him in shock. \"D-dead!? Riley's dead!?\" She suddenly found herself a little short of breath. \"What? How!? WHEN!? I-I just saw her yesterday... W-what... happened?\"\n\n\"She was found inside of somewhere called Boris' Gym. She worked there, I believe.\" Christine nodded. \"We're still investigating as to the reason, but it seems someone came in early this morning and attacked her.\"\n\nThe mouse laughed. \"Attacked? Riley? I have a hard time believing she'd lose a fight.\"\n\nKyle nodded. \"Well, there were clear signs of a fight. Her body was found within the middle of the gym's boxing ring, her neck broken.\" The mouse gasped, placing a hand on the couch to steady herself. \"We're not sure if she was the target or not, but it seems she was also raped. Her clothes were pulled off, and there was evidence of a male having used both her vagina and mouth.\"\n\nChristine put a hand over her mouth, and looked like she was going to throw up. \"Oh my gods!\" She moved over to the table and snatched an open bottle of whiskey, taking a large gulp from it, though it didn't seem to help in any way. \"Fuck... d-do you know who did it?\"\n\nHe smiled, moving around behind her and gently placing his hand on her shoulder. \"It may be a little early to say it, but yes. I know who did it.\"\n\nShe started to shake a little. \"Who?\" There was anger boiling in her question.\n\nHe leaned a little closer, whispering into her ear. \"Me.\" Before she could process what he just said, the hand on her shoulder came up and slapped around her mouth, clamping it shut. His other hand came around, claws fully extended, and grabbed onto her neck. They dug into her flesh, and he quickly raked them across, slicing deep gashes across her throat. Blood started to pour out of the quartet of gashes across her neck, spraying outwards onto the table, completely ruining the remaining pizza. She started to struggle on instinct, but he gripped her around the middle, pressing himself hard against her to hold her still, his other hand still clamped around her mouth to keep her from making any noises. \"She did put up a real struggle, too. One of the best fights I've had in a long time.\"\n\nThe mouse in his grip tried to do anything to get free, but it would do nothing to stop the flow pouring out of her neck. Her body trembled and squirmed against him as more and more of her vital essence sprayed on the table and floor, drooling down her body and staining her fur. He had little trouble holding her small frame. \"Shhh, it's alright. I'm letting you join her in death. I would hate to break up such a cute couple. Especially such a lovely pair of lesbians.\" The girl's struggles started to become more frantic, less focused, more instinctual as her mind started to shut down in the panic. \"Oh, don't worry. I didn't rape her until she was dead. I won't rape you until after you're dead, too. So you won't need to worry about feeling my disgusting cock stuffing into your undoubtedly tight cunt. But I will still rape your corpse.\"\n\nShe likely wasn't even hearing him anymore. Her legs started to tremble and give out under her as her strength failed. He finally let her go, and she fell forward onto the table, knocking plates and glasses onto the floor as she continued to writhe. She continued trembling and convulsing as her body struggled in vain to keep living. All her wildly beating heart did was pump that much more blood out of the slashes through the arteries in her neck. He smirked as she started to piss herself, losing control over herself entirely. The stream flowing right through her cloth shorts to splash onto the floor and drool down her quivering thighs. She must have been drinking quite a lot by how much flowed out of her.\n\nHe watched as she continued to twitch and writhe for several minutes, stripping himself of the uniform while he watched. He wore just a simple undershirt and boxers under it, and these were soon stripped away to reveal his muscular, scarred body, and rock hard cock. He rubbed his shaft, but he would keep his word and not touch her with it until she had finally fully died. Though he never said anything about not stroking it while enjoying the show. Eventually, the struggles did slow, leaving her only twitching a little. The pumping from her neck slowed to a trickle as her heart was unable to keep pumping what little was left and finally gave up trying, seizing in her chest.\n\nOnly then did he move back over to her, placing a hand on her ass. \"That was a fun little display. Thanks for that. Different than your girlfriend, but just as fun to watch.\" He gripped the bottom of her blood-soaked shirt and pulled it up and off of her, tossing it onto the couch. It left her equally bloody tits exposed, though mashed against the table as she flopped face-down against it once he let her go. He tugged her sodden shorts down next, finding no panties under them of any kind, just her soaked slit. He finished tugging the shorts off, throwing them onto the couch with the shirt, then examined her pussy. It looked even tighter than Riley's, since she was quite a bit shorter than the opossum had been.\n\nHe wasted no time getting down behind her and positioning himself at the entrance. \"Let's see if you've got anything blocking the way.\" He shoved himself forward, plunging his cock deep into her still warm tunnel. Like the opossum, there was no virgin barrier blocking the way. But she was even tighter around him, which was saying something. \"Mmmm fuck yeah. Barely used little cunt. I love fucking you dy-\" He stopped himself. \"Sorry. You lesbians.\" He chuckled as he started to thrust himself into her. \"Don't wanna disrespect you cunts. After all, you're great fucks after I murder you.\" Raping dead lesbians was probably his favorite kind of girl to take, though he also liked the muscular types like Riley had been. Thankfully, there was a lot of crossover between the two. Thanks to his fan in AFPD, he had learned about Riley and Christine, and had set out to take them both. He hoped to someday get Sarah Jane and Gabby, but they were popular D-Gen creators with their little cooking show, so that would be risky as hell.\n\nHe let his thoughts come back to the present, leaning down and sliding his hands under Christine's body to grab her small tits. He leaned back, dragging her with him until he was sitting on the floor, the limp woman in his lap and leaning back against his chest. He moaned as he bounced her on his cock, stuffing it deep into her cooling cunt. \"That's a good slut. Take all of my cock into this tight little hole.\" He grunted, the wet sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around the room. She was pretty light, at least for him, so hew as able to bounce her hard, his hips thrusting up to stuff back inside each time he dragged her corpse back down.\n\nAs he fondled her tits, he wasn't at all surprised to find she had piercings in her nipples. He gave them a hard tug, tempted to see if he could rip them out, but decided not to ruin such a nice pair of little tits. He did lean up to bite into her ear, chewing on it as he fucked her. The smell of her blood was driving him crazy, his cock, throbbing hard inside of the tight pussy. It was rare that he did such a messy kill, but there was something about little rodents that drove him to gore them at least a little. Some predator instinct. And now that he had, the smell of her death was driving his lust higher.\n\nHe grunted, still chewing on her ear, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He shifted forward and let her drop, her head and chest smacking hard against the table. Getting back to his knees, he gripped her hips and started to ram forward, slamming his cock into her as deep and hard as he could. \"I'm gonna fill this little cunt to the brim!\" He growled down at her. \"Just like your dead girlfriend.\" He grit his teeth, his cock throbbing and twitching as the pressure rose. With a low roaring growl, he came, blasting his seed into her. His balls felt like they were twitching as he dumped a massive load into her, enough that it started to slowly seep out around the edge of his cock as he thrust a few more times.\n\nPulling back, he slapped his shaft against her ass, rubbing between the cheeks. Several more shots splashed out onto her back, soaking into her fur. \"Ffffuck!\" He rubbed himself against her to milk whatever he had left, until it slowed to a drool from his tip, the shaft still throbbing. \"AH... ha... that was good.\" He pat her ass. \"You were a good slut.\" He sat back, letting her go. Her body slumped, then slid off of the table and onto the bloody rug, cum drooling out of her pussy. He also got a look at her face for the first time since he had slashed her throat. She had a look of shock and panic left frozen on her features, but her eyes were half-lidded, like she was partially asleep. He was tempted to give her a good hard face fuck like he had given her girlfriend, but he wasn't sure he would be able. This was the third time he had given a sizable load in only a few hours, and even his lust had its limits.\n\nHe let himself recover, stroking his shaft as it slowly deflated again, drooling the last few bits of his spunk onto the rug. After catching his breath, he pat her thigh. \"Alright, I'm going to go use your shower.\" He stood up. \"Oh, but first.\" He got his phone from his clothes, and started to take pictures of her, and the mess he'd made of both her and the spot in front of the couch she now lay in. He still hadn't uploaded the pictures of Riley, so he would do both at once later. With that, he went to wash up. Her shower sucked, the water barely getting warm at all, but it was enough to wash most of the blood out of his fur. Enough that he wouldn't stain his clothing.\n\nHe got dressed again, once more into the police uniform. He'd strip it off again later, once he was away, but it might be weird if someone saw a cop walk in and someone else walk out. He'd let this all fall onto some corrupted cop's shoulders. The neighborhood hated them anyway. Putting his cap back on, he unlocked the door. \"Thanks again, cunt. You and your slutty girlfriend were some great fucks.\" He gave wave and chuckled as he walked out, leaving her corpse where it fell for someone else to find eventually.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Fight Therapy – Follow Up

By XP Author


Kyle walked up the stairs, adjusting the cap atop his head. The muscular tiger was dressed as an officer for the Alta Ferro Police Department. One of his fans on D-Gen was a member of the AFPD, and had provided him with not only the uniform, but some information, namely the location he was going to now. It was a bit risky for him. This neighborhood didn't have a very good relationship with the police, for a number of reasons. Corrupt officers, lack of funding, and a general feel of lawlessness, or more accurately, 'law of the streets' in the slums that were the lower westside of the mega city.

Thankfully, nothing happened, and soon he found himself standing in front of the door to apartment 538. He readied himself, doing what he could to get into character. He gave a firm knock on the door. After a moment, a female voice called out. "Who is it?"

"Is this the residence of Ms. Herenski?" He kept his voice as even and professional as he could, knowing whoever was inside was likely looking through the little peephole at him.

"Who is asking?" The voice had more than a note of suspicion.

He smiled slightly. "My name is Officer Kyle Mills, AFPD. I'm not here with any kind of warrant. I'm here to deliver some... news to you. It is about Riley Thompson."

There was a heavy sigh. "Ah fuck. What did she do this time?"

He cleared his throat. "I think it would be best if we spoke in private. It is of a... personal nature." There was a long pause, then he heard several clicks as door locks were released. The door was pulled open, revealing the woman inside. Christine Herenski was exactly what he had predicted. A mid-20's mouse with a skinny, athletic body, with almost pure white fur, and short but messy jet black hair. She had a number of stud piercings along the edges of her large ears, most of them black. She was dressed in what were probably pajamas of some kind, a cut off black t-shirt that ended just below her chest to leave her flat belly exposed, and a pair of very short cloth shorts in grey that barely covered her hips, leaving almost all of her slender thighs fully exposed. Everything about her screamed goth or rebel.

She looked him up and down. "Well, at least you're not trying to hide you're a cop." It took a lot to keep himself from smiling and giving the ruse away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside. "Fine. C'mon in." He nodded and stepped inside, the door shutting behind him. She motioned to a couch. "Have a seat and let me know what the cunt's done this time."

He nodded, moving into the messy apartment. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, and a pizza box with half of its contents still inside sat on a table cluttered with used plates. A bong sat almost proudly beside the pizza box, the whole place smelling heavily of weed. Though he didn't sit down. "Well, it's not what she's done that I'm here to talk to you about." He took a deep breath. "First, however, I must confirm your relation to her. You are her significant other, correct?"

The mouse nodded, moving over to pass him. "Yeah, I'm her girlfriend. Most of the time."

"Then I'm very sorry to inform you that Ms. Thompson was found this morning... dead."

The mouse froze as she was about to walk past him, her head snapping to look at him in shock. "D-dead!? Riley's dead!?" She suddenly found herself a little short of breath. "What? How!? WHEN!? I-I just saw her yesterday... W-what... happened?"

"She was found inside of somewhere called Boris' Gym. She worked there, I believe." Christine nodded. "We're still investigating as to the reason, but it seems someone came in early this morning and attacked her."

The mouse laughed. "Attacked? Riley? I have a hard time believing she'd lose a fight."

Kyle nodded. "Well, there were clear signs of a fight. Her body was found within the middle of the gym's boxing ring, her neck broken." The mouse gasped, placing a hand on the couch to steady herself. "We're not sure if she was the target or not, but it seems she was also raped. Her clothes were pulled off, and there was evidence of a male having used both her vagina and mouth."

Christine put a hand over her mouth, and looked like she was going to throw up. "Oh my gods!" She moved over to the table and snatched an open bottle of whiskey, taking a large gulp from it, though it didn't seem to help in any way. "Fuck... d-do you know who did it?"

He smiled, moving around behind her and gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "It may be a little early to say it, but yes. I know who did it."

She started to shake a little. "Who?" There was anger boiling in her question.

He leaned a little closer, whispering into her ear. "Me." Before she could process what he just said, the hand on her shoulder came up and slapped around her mouth, clamping it shut. His other hand came around, claws fully extended, and grabbed onto her neck. They dug into her flesh, and he quickly raked them across, slicing deep gashes across her throat. Blood started to pour out of the quartet of gashes across her neck, spraying outwards onto the table, completely ruining the remaining pizza. She started to struggle on instinct, but he gripped her around the middle, pressing himself hard against her to hold her still, his other hand still clamped around her mouth to keep her from making any noises. "She did put up a real struggle, too. One of the best fights I've had in a long time."

The mouse in his grip tried to do anything to get free, but it would do nothing to stop the flow pouring out of her neck. Her body trembled and squirmed against him as more and more of her vital essence sprayed on the table and floor, drooling down her body and staining her fur. He had little trouble holding her small frame. "Shhh, it's alright. I'm letting you join her in death. I would hate to break up such a cute couple. Especially such a lovely pair of lesbians." The girl's struggles started to become more frantic, less focused, more instinctual as her mind started to shut down in the panic. "Oh, don't worry. I didn't rape her until she was dead. I won't rape you until after you're dead, too. So you won't need to worry about feeling my disgusting cock stuffing into your undoubtedly tight cunt. But I will still rape your corpse."

She likely wasn't even hearing him anymore. Her legs started to tremble and give out under her as her strength failed. He finally let her go, and she fell forward onto the table, knocking plates and glasses onto the floor as she continued to writhe. She continued trembling and convulsing as her body struggled in vain to keep living. All her wildly beating heart did was pump that much more blood out of the slashes through the arteries in her neck. He smirked as she started to piss herself, losing control over herself entirely. The stream flowing right through her cloth shorts to splash onto the floor and drool down her quivering thighs. She must have been drinking quite a lot by how much flowed out of her.

He watched as she continued to twitch and writhe for several minutes, stripping himself of the uniform while he watched. He wore just a simple undershirt and boxers under it, and these were soon stripped away to reveal his muscular, scarred body, and rock hard cock. He rubbed his shaft, but he would keep his word and not touch her with it until she had finally fully died. Though he never said anything about not stroking it while enjoying the show. Eventually, the struggles did slow, leaving her only twitching a little. The pumping from her neck slowed to a trickle as her heart was unable to keep pumping what little was left and finally gave up trying, seizing in her chest.

Only then did he move back over to her, placing a hand on her ass. "That was a fun little display. Thanks for that. Different than your girlfriend, but just as fun to watch." He gripped the bottom of her blood-soaked shirt and pulled it up and off of her, tossing it onto the couch. It left her equally bloody tits exposed, though mashed against the table as she flopped face-down against it once he let her go. He tugged her sodden shorts down next, finding no panties under them of any kind, just her soaked slit. He finished tugging the shorts off, throwing them onto the couch with the shirt, then examined her pussy. It looked even tighter than Riley's, since she was quite a bit shorter than the opossum had been.

He wasted no time getting down behind her and positioning himself at the entrance. "Let's see if you've got anything blocking the way." He shoved himself forward, plunging his cock deep into her still warm tunnel. Like the opossum, there was no virgin barrier blocking the way. But she was even tighter around him, which was saying something. "Mmmm fuck yeah. Barely used little cunt. I love fucking you dy-" He stopped himself. "Sorry. You lesbians." He chuckled as he started to thrust himself into her. "Don't wanna disrespect you cunts. After all, you're great fucks after I murder you." Raping dead lesbians was probably his favorite kind of girl to take, though he also liked the muscular types like Riley had been. Thankfully, there was a lot of crossover between the two. Thanks to his fan in AFPD, he had learned about Riley and Christine, and had set out to take them both. He hoped to someday get Sarah Jane and Gabby, but they were popular D-Gen creators with their little cooking show, so that would be risky as hell.

He let his thoughts come back to the present, leaning down and sliding his hands under Christine's body to grab her small tits. He leaned back, dragging her with him until he was sitting on the floor, the limp woman in his lap and leaning back against his chest. He moaned as he bounced her on his cock, stuffing it deep into her cooling cunt. "That's a good slut. Take all of my cock into this tight little hole." He grunted, the wet sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around the room. She was pretty light, at least for him, so hew as able to bounce her hard, his hips thrusting up to stuff back inside each time he dragged her corpse back down.

As he fondled her tits, he wasn't at all surprised to find she had piercings in her nipples. He gave them a hard tug, tempted to see if he could rip them out, but decided not to ruin such a nice pair of little tits. He did lean up to bite into her ear, chewing on it as he fucked her. The smell of her blood was driving him crazy, his cock, throbbing hard inside of the tight pussy. It was rare that he did such a messy kill, but there was something about little rodents that drove him to gore them at least a little. Some predator instinct. And now that he had, the smell of her death was driving his lust higher.

He grunted, still chewing on her ear, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He shifted forward and let her drop, her head and chest smacking hard against the table. Getting back to his knees, he gripped her hips and started to ram forward, slamming his cock into her as deep and hard as he could. "I'm gonna fill this little cunt to the brim!" He growled down at her. "Just like your dead girlfriend." He grit his teeth, his cock throbbing and twitching as the pressure rose. With a low roaring growl, he came, blasting his seed into her. His balls felt like they were twitching as he dumped a massive load into her, enough that it started to slowly seep out around the edge of his cock as he thrust a few more times.

Pulling back, he slapped his shaft against her ass, rubbing between the cheeks. Several more shots splashed out onto her back, soaking into her fur. "Ffffuck!" He rubbed himself against her to milk whatever he had left, until it slowed to a drool from his tip, the shaft still throbbing. "AH... ha... that was good." He pat her ass. "You were a good slut." He sat back, letting her go. Her body slumped, then slid off of the table and onto the bloody rug, cum drooling out of her pussy. He also got a look at her face for the first time since he had slashed her throat. She had a look of shock and panic left frozen on her features, but her eyes were half-lidded, like she was partially asleep. He was tempted to give her a good hard face fuck like he had given her girlfriend, but he wasn't sure he would be able. This was the third time he had given a sizable load in only a few hours, and even his lust had its limits.

He let himself recover, stroking his shaft as it slowly deflated again, drooling the last few bits of his spunk onto the rug. After catching his breath, he pat her thigh. "Alright, I'm going to go use your shower." He stood up. "Oh, but first." He got his phone from his clothes, and started to take pictures of her, and the mess he'd made of both her and the spot in front of the couch she now lay in. He still hadn't uploaded the pictures of Riley, so he would do both at once later. With that, he went to wash up. Her shower sucked, the water barely getting warm at all, but it was enough to wash most of the blood out of his fur. Enough that he wouldn't stain his clothing.

He got dressed again, once more into the police uniform. He'd strip it off again later, once he was away, but it might be weird if someone saw a cop walk in and someone else walk out. He'd let this all fall onto some corrupted cop's shoulders. The neighborhood hated them anyway. Putting his cap back on, he unlocked the door. "Thanks again, cunt. You and your slutty girlfriend were some great fucks." He gave wave and chuckled as he walked out, leaving her corpse where it fell for someone else to find eventually.

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