“Parin, no.” The onyx furred jackal woman said. “We’re going to meet in the middle here.” Trim, fit, average assets blended nicely on her athletic frame for perfect ratios. Crossing her arms, pony-tailed hair swinging as she swiveled her snout back to stare at her partner. There wasn’t anger or annoyance in her tone, merely putting her foot down.

Katie’s husband groveled on his knees before her, hands clasped in prayer, the dark orange-brown sergal garbed in nothing but cute stockings and a lacy choker. “Pleeeeeease? Please, please, please? Just one more night, that’s all!” Though not boasting a figure as feminine as the jackal, it was far from extreme masculinity, a gentle slimming to the waist accentuating hips and drawing attention to a full ass. Or the heavy sack of balls that would need two hands to fully cradle, and a limp footlong member draped over it. 

Billowing out a sigh, Katie crouched to get eye level with her hung boi husband. “Look, we made rules when we moved in with each other. I agreed to take the couch when you have fuckmeat to spend the night with.” She held a palm to her chest, “Which, honestly, is very accommodating of me.” That hand was leveled out to point at the sergal. “You agreed that you’d only keep fuckmeat for *one* night. I am not touching the health and safety violation that is keeping a dead body at room temperature for two days.”

Reaching out to hold Parin’s shoulders, she locked eyes with the boy as his ears and tail wilted. Pulling him up to stand with her, his posture was beyond dejected. Trying to put up a smile, Katie shifted to hold his face gently. “Honey, I understand your urges and needs, and I fully support your activities. I’m not trying to take your fuckmeat away, or shame your necrophilia. I’m no stranger to dead bodies thanks to my job, and I have no right to judge when I get wet just by using a scalpel. But I get a rush from my subjects while they’re alive. Their deaths are a side-effect of my research. I’m just not sure about corpses becoming a staple of my home life when we’ve only been married for barely over half a year.”

Angular muzzle tightening as his jaw set and a deep inhale was taken, Parin let it out with a downcast gaze. Semi pout, semi acceptance, pointed ears folded as he took his wife’s hands and held them. “Her tits are so big though, I *have* to sleep between them again…”

Snorting at the pitifulness of the cute murderer, Katie leaned on her toes to boop snoots quickly. “I’m sure you’ll find a girl with even bigger ones in the future. Give it some time, maybe the rules can change. Just remember this marriage is a two way street. I still want to try a few things for us first, see if I can’t run my own experiments on your ‘obligate’ necrophilia.”

“Okayyyy…” Came the whimpering response from the sergal that even now, hunched over in despair, was taller than her.

“Now, go get a bodybag?” Katie asked politely, encouragingly.

A somber nod from the stocking wearing sergal. “Can… Can I use her throat one last time?”

Putting her hands on her hips, the jackal breathed in for a moment. “Fine. But no more than an hour, mister.”

Finally breaking into a faint smile, Parin squeezed the hands held in his. “Yes! Of course, thank you Katie.”

Slipping those palms out from the grasp, he pranced to the stairs with fresh enthusiasm, swinging member already hardening. “And hey,” The shaded canine called, making the sergal pause. “Wanna get some coffee after going to the dump?”

Like that, her partner was back to his bright self. “Yes!”

—

Oh, the twists and turns of life. Sometimes it pays off to take a quiet moment and just reflect. Cozily reclined on the couch, the most adorable man in her life resting his wedge-like snout on her legs despite being a head taller than her. Curled on the cushions, under a warm blanket, a background-noise movie playing off the living room TV. Katie stroked his soft fur, arm vanishing under the covering to stroke Parin’s side. 

The shady furred jackal was beyond grateful to have met Parin. Cute, hot, caring, cooperative and loving. And one of the better parts, he was completely detached from her life before hand. Not essential, but it was nice to have a partner not recognize her, or her family name. Being one of the leading minds in bio-material science was a little too niche for Parin, but he at least knew she was a damn prestigious surgeon. She did let him in on knowing that her time holding the scalpel was spent on furthering her own research and designs rather to save lives however. But unlike Parin, she didn’t kill people. Utilities weren’t people after all, and the UUP provided as many medical test-beds as she needed.

Hmm. Maybe she should bring him to work one day? He might get a kick out of some of her more one-time-use test subjects. To think she just stumbled into her usual coffee shop and found a boy wearing the same skirt she had in high school. Well, she just had to introduce herself. Two cups of coffee later, and it was a date. Two more of those, and it was a proposal. Now here she was. “I love you, Parin.” She gently said, scratching the sergal behind the ears.

A little cutesy hum and a slight shudder through his curled up form, only for a low purr to rumble through her legs. Puffing air of faint bemusement, the jackal had to wonder how a serial killer could be so cute. God she wanted to get plowed by him so badly. 

—

The clacks of heels on crisp tile stopped as Katie held up her smartwatch, Parin’s contact with a small picture of the sergal’s wedge-like face surrounded by hearts flashing as it buzzed. Tucking the tablet she was formerly reading under her arm and stepping to side of the brightly lit hall, she quickly pulled an earbud from a case in her lab coat. A final tap and the call picked up. “Parin? Is everything all right? You don’t normally call while I’m working.”

There was some indeterminate background noise coming through her single earphone, the shaded jackal narrowing her eyes as she tried to make sense of it. Her husband’s voice drowned it all out though. “Hey hun, nothing needing that kind of panic. I know you’re working late, and that we planned to do something tonight, but something might have come up…”

Katie sighed, closing her eyes as her brow knitted. She had an idea of why he was calling. “Can’t you do your thing at their place, or in an alley? I won’t stop you from having your fun, but maybe just a break from bringing them home for one week?”

A terse and awkward little hiss came through. “About that… I saw this absolutely stunning MILF walking past the bus stop, and just had to have her. I followed her home, so that I wouldn’t have to bring her back with me. But uh… well, her kids are home, and it’s just… suuuuuper awkward. I’d really rather not snuff a mom in front of her kids.”

Lips tightening, Katie did understand the dilemma. Partially. “I mean… you’re already killing her. Maybe just… go in another room?”

“That’s… nah, that’s not it. Like, just being under the same roof as them, letting them hear it? They don’t deserve that. I’m not a monster, Katie.” A fresh noise came through, a shouting “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE STOP-“ Followed by a quick rustling. Parin’s voice returned, a little out of breath. “Sorry, she spat her panties out. I shoved them down her throat this time, hopefully she learned the lesson. Right, you ungrateful BITCH? Not you hun. But like, I’ll do her out in the garden if I have to, but I wanted to ask if I could bring her home and give you a raincheck on our time tonight?”

A moment of contemplation, Katie clacking her foot to the tile. Well, he did ask beforehand, and killing a mom by her kids was pretty fucked up… “Alright, fine. But you owe me a spa day.”

She could see his excited beaming through his voice alone. “Thank you! Thankyouthankyou~!” Then a click as the call disconnected. Leaning back against the sterile white wall, Katie placed her earbud back in its case before staring at the humming fluorescents for a moment. Well, at least she’d be coming home late, and would miss most of his banging through the house walls. Could just crawl under a blanket on the couch and then make Parin make a five star breakfast in the morning. Pushing off, Katie surmised that a late working night was one of the better ones to cancel.

By the time she was walking to her car in the nearly empty parking lot, stars overhead and orange halogen lamps lighting her path, she was ready to cancel their previous plans herself. It wasn’t a hard day at work, just an exceedingly tedious one. Data review, conclusion drawing, just staring at little pixels of words and numbers for far too many hours. Prep for a presentation tomorrow, one that would take up much of her Valentine’s day. Cancelling tonight wasn’t the worst considering they had a big date planned tomorrow. Slamming the car’s door shut, the shadowy-pelted jackal vented her lungs as her head thumped on the cushion behind it. 

The drive was calm at least, no traffic thanks to leaving hours past when everyone else clocked out. Upon reaching their home, she already flipped her mind again and wanted nothing more than to curl up with her husband and watch the show they were working through the new season of. Instead as she got through the front door and flicked the light on, there was nothing but that off-pace rapid banging coming from their room upstairs. She usually had a morbid interest in watching for the first few minutes of getting home, wondering if simple exposure could warm her up to it so they could share such an interest. 

The jackal didn’t even look at the stairs tonight, just dropping her satchel bag and coat off by the door and walking to the closet to grab the blanket for the couch. Rounding the corner, she had to pause. For as the bed frame rattled directly above, and the faint whispers of growls and derogatory words filtered through the drywall, she couldn’t pay attention to anything but the couch. It was already made like a bed, a cozy comforter and a double stack of their nice pillows. Back cushions taken off for more room, coffee table pushed away. 

But on that duvet cover was a basket. Predominantly protruding was a medium sized stuffed pink teddy bear, holding a little plush heart in its grasp. Placed around were some chocolates with a wine bottle as the centerpiece. Laying beside that was a box for nice, over the ear sound-cancelling headphones, a single card atop it. Unable to stop the smile on her muzzle, she almost numbly walked over and picked up the note. A cute little thing of a cartoon elephant holding its arms open widely. Opening found a handwritten message, Katie knowing her husband’s heart-dotted i’s anywhere. 

“Thank you for being so understanding, never in a million years would I deserve a wife like you. Have my gratitude as a prelude to our Valentine’s date tomorrow, with some treats just for you. I know you’ve been looking for new headphones, and now you can safely watch ahead on our show with my blessing <3”

Closing the card and looking over at the little pink bear, Katie could only shake her head as a dumb grin infected her features. Well, it only made sense to try out the headphones, right? Needed to make sure they worked. Should probably taste the wine too, just it case it was a bad batch. Snatching a glass from the kitchen, Katie was impressed how her sergal could turn her day around without even being in the same room. Those rapid slams above were no match for padded earphones, even as they shook the walls long into the night. Yet they were oddly comforting when the woman discarded the hearing protection to finally drift into a slumber aided by white, thumping background noise.

—

Adjusting her collar in the mirror, Katie then brushed her palms down her blazer. A final glance over her appearance to confirm she was presentation ready, and the jackal was ready for the day. Stepping out of the bathroom, barely paying attention to the sergal doing push ups over a distinctly limp shortstack bunny. With Parin’s natural size, the orangish-brown boy only dwarfed the corpse even more, his cock seemingly able to reach her sternum with the way it looked. And make no mistake, Katie could see that pillar impaling thick cheeks, parting the cream toned bunny’s globes. 

“Are you actually doing pushups for exercise, or just showing off?” Katie idly asked as she started grabbing her accessories, strapping some bracelets around her wrists at the dresser. 

Huffing, the sergal gave a pleased noise of affirmation. “Kinda. With… ngh… smaller fuckmeat I figured I’d get some arm work in. She’s practically an onahole. Granted, she was before I met her, but I’m just helping her with her true calling as fuckmeat. Keeps things fresh. Can’t do too many new positions with pillow princesses, after all.”

“I hope you’re not doing that after your morning piss.” Quipped the shady pelted jackal with a small sidelong glance.

A puff of amusement, followed by the next plap in his hip’s cycle. “Nah, not yet. Please, I’m not that gross.”

“I have half a mind to tell you that you can’t do that on our bed after finding out that’s what you do with them in the mornings.” A hand reached up, expertly bringing her hair into a ponytail. 

“I mean, I’m already soaking the sheets with cum and sweat. I wash them after every use regardless. Got a mattress protector on under them anyways.”

“And that’s what my mind’s other half says.” Stepping over to the sergal dropping himself over the small formerly-alive mother, she leaned over the bed to give a little peck to his cheek when his hips raised off the mattress for the next rep. “Well, you know the drill. Clean up, leave no trace. Body is disposed no later than noon. We have reservations at five. You are excused from giving me valentines flowers after your little gift-basket last night. But tonight is for us, got it?”

Settling back down and totally hiding the thicc rabbit’s form under his larger body, a slight slurping noise as he re-hilted in her intestines in the process, he gave a playful look to his partner. “Of course hun, my snuff license is on cooldown until next week anyways. And you *will* be getting flowers, and you *will* like them.”

Giving him a smirk, she let out a chuckle as she left the room. Footsteps down the stairs, the slam of the front door, the start of the car engine. As tires pulled out of the driveway Parin ground himself through the loosened passage of the corpse’s guts. “Alright, let’s get some last milage out of you.”

—

9:34. Eh, he had plenty of time. Sipping a cup of coffee, Parin’s head lolled back ever so slightly as his other hand lifted and dropped the rabbit’s head over his length. Freed of the thin plastic wrap he killed her with, that distant, frozen blank face worked his shaft at his arm’s insistence. News idly on in the background, legs stretching as sensation built and warm sun shone into the living room, the sergal was in heaven. “I can’t believe how ungrateful you were, cunt.” Came that soft, gently malicious tone.

Setting the steaming mug down on the table beside the couch, he used both hands to rock that dead face as the wet noises increased. “I was already doing you a favor by helping you achieve real worth as fuckmeat. But then you have the audacity to try and kick my nuts while I’m bagging you? After I went out of *my* way to not snuff you in your own home? No respect these days…”

—

With a leg crossed over his lap, the sergal boy shook his foot to pass the time as he looked past his reflection on the bus. Buildings and traffic went by, a tight small top made of fishnet adorned his torso while leggings with shorts over them made up his lower. He was a little too big for the average-optimized public transport seats, but not enough to stand out. No, what made everyone else in the bus look at him out the corner of their eye was the black body bag slumped in the seat beside him, falling against his shoulder. The only motion it exhibited was when the bus hit a bump.

—

A somewhat meaty thud as the sergal released the form he had been carrying over his shoulders. Falling to the pavement like a beanbag was that dark vinyl sack, now being grabbed and dragged over to a dumpster. A final heft, another loud impact with a resounding metallic echo, and that bag was nothing more than a piece of trash like all the other bodies in the dumpster. Specifically painted red, black stencils spray painted a simple thing: ‘BODY DISPOSAL’. Of course it was monitored by cameras, already having detected his face and made sure he had a license. 

Honestly, Parin was just glad this dump point hadn’t instituted a staff posting yet to check what was in the bags. He knew a lot of popular body dumps were getting more scrutiny after someone had been using body-bags to drop their used oil off in there along with the corpse. Shaking his head, the sergal made his way back to the bus stop. He still needed to get flowers and maybe stop by his favorite book shop for some weekend reading material. 

—

Closing the door behind her, Katie sighed in the relative quiet of the foyer. Finally back home after a day of speaking to investors, representatives, collaborators, government workers, she was never happier to end a workday. While the sounds of plapping echoing about were a fairly uncommon welcome, only once a week, it was starting to feel too quiet when there wasn’t bed-breaking sex occurring when the jackal got home. Setting her bag down, she headed for the master bedroom, shaking her head. She still needed to get ready for the date, no time to get caught up on the phantom thudding playing in her mind. “Ugh, who even schedules a presentation on Valentines? ” 

Grumbling to herself, the woman worked out her annoyances before swinging the door to the bedroom open. The smell of fading soaps and fresh laundry met her, the big bed made with fresh sheets and perfect smoothness. Parin himself stood at the little vanity, putting some eyeliner on. He did his best to remain still upon her entry, keeping his hand steady, but his suddenly waving tail betrayed his excitement.

Katie had to pause though, to truly take in his outfit. First was that instead of the usual fur-complimenting colored cotton stockings and sleeves, it was sheer black lace. True stockings, made to be sexy. A garter belt rode up on his fairly curvy hips, linked to the leggings. Then what the shadowy jackal could only describe as a ball-thong remained the only other garment before an equally sheer dress. It was a proper thong, until the orangish sergal cut a hole in it to stick his dick out of. After all, the fabric had no hope of containing his footlong even when soft.

“Damn hun.” Katie said after running her eyes around. “You look *good*. I thought we weren’t going anywhere too fancy?”

“We’re not. That’s why I’m hanging dong~”

“Oh, silly me.” She playfully responded. “Thanks for cleaning up, always nice to come home to a fresh bed. I’m going to hop in the shower now, okay?”

A little brushing of tails in confirmation as she strode past, giving the boy a little grope on his ass on the way to the bathroom. After the rushing water and grooming of fur, she returned to find a classic heart-box of chocolates and a vase of flowers on the bed. Like that, the sergal used his size advantage over her to ambush her as she walked with a towel around her torso. Scooping her up and spinning her in a tight hug, Parin met their lips and she welcomed the kiss after the shock wore off. 

Setting her down with giggles and smiles, he leaned down to nuzzle snouts. “I love you, Katie. Thanks for having me. Happy Valentine’s.”

“You are just cutest goober out there, Parin. I love you too.” A returned hug, and then it was off to the wardrobe. Deciding to go with a red satin dress herself, form fitting but too tight, Katie used her husband’s swinging cock as confidence to go braless, nipples leaving faint indents in the material. Strapless, short length, it still covered most of her ass. Parin was a great help in doing her zipper, as always. Both dressed, a moment was spent just looking at each other, before hand in hand they made their way to the car.

—

“This is just lovely, Parin. You weren’t kidding when you said this place was perfect.” Sipping a glass of wine before taking a bite of steak, the jackal shook her head. “I didn’t believe that a restaurant could toe the fancy-casual line so well.”

“Of course. I know you have to be formal and stuffy at work too much, even if medical uniforms aren’t the usual definition of ‘formal’. I wanted someplace quiet and nice, but not needing a standard of decorum to worry about.”

“Ooh, ‘decorum’, that’s a good word.” Giggled the jackal, wine always not taking too long to affect her. It didn’t help that it was her second glass already. Still, conversation went unhindered, the couple enjoying each other’s company, tales from jobs and lives shared. Katie wasn’t drunk, but she sure got buzzed. More giggly, inhibitions a little lowered, she attempted to play footsie with Parin. Though he didn’t shoot her down, it was clear he was humoring her. 

“You sure are randy when tipsy, hun.” He said, smirking with his angular snout held in his hand. 

“That’s because being tipsy is fuuun~ I don’t know how you can’t drink. If I didn’t know you gilled- killed girls… heehee… I almost said ‘gill kirls’…”

“We miiiight have to cut you off~” Parin teased.

Rolling her eyes with a playfulness, “Point is, if I didn’t know you snuffed once a week, I would think you need hobbies. No drugs, no drinks, a healthy diet… No fun!”

“We both know I get plenty of fun.” Said the sergal while sticking his tongue out a bit.

“I get that. But I certainly wouldn’t survive without wine. How do you? Why don’t you drink?”

A casual shrug before the boy pulled out a small square wrapper from under his smartwatch. The jackal knew the condom-like snuff wrap well, considering she had to drive him to the store to buy it. “Because I keep a wrap on me at all times, in case I meet a should-be whore that would be better as my fuckmeat than alive.”

“Buuuuut… how does keeping a wrap on you make it so you don’t drink?”

“I don’t trust myself to take anything that might inhibit my control around pretty ladies.”

“That’s so sweet~! You think I’m pretty?” Face already a little flushed from the wine, that blush only grew. “You always bring bimbos and milfs home, I always thought I was a little too petite for you~ Glad to see our yoga time pays off!”

Tossing a hand, Parin played up mock shock. “Oh come on, really? You’re one of the hottest girls I know. You’re like… the natural balance. Just right. Not too big, not too small. Of course I like big tits and ass, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like anything below ‘generous’ assets. You have that perfect crossroads of cute and sexy.”

Katie did a little teasing swoon motion. “Aww… such a charmer. But-“ Her expression shifted, words finally processing. “Ohh… has… that happened before? Snuffing someone you didn’t want to?”

Teeth baring with an awkward hiss, Parin’s ears folded slightly. “Kinda. When I was nineteen I got a little drunk and bagged my mom. I had only been diagnosed as an obligate necrophile and given a license since I was eighteen, and so I had my entire puberty years’ worth of blue balls to release. I went a little crazy. Thankfully I stopped myself before she… y’know, died. But still.”

“Gosh, that must have been soooo awkward.” Katie said holding a hand to her snout. 

Snorting, Parin leaned back in his chair. “Yeah it was. For her. Right before she passed out, she came the hardest I’d ever seen. All those years of training my tongue and riding my muzzle, only for her to hands-free squirt a gallon once she got a bag around her head? It turns out my whole family is a walking advertisement for getting kids a sexual therapist to test for kinks. Would have saved us both a whole lot of trouble.”

Katie could just stare blankly at the orangish boy. “You eat pussy?”

A confused face as Parin took a sip of his virgin cocktail. One single brow raised as he set it back down. “Yeah?”

“I’m just now finding out? After not being able to have any kind of sex with you?”

“I mean… you never asked? All your sex attempts have been trying to do stuff to me. Not once did you suggest the other way around.”

“Yeah…? You’re supposed to offer that stuff. Like I offered to try sucking you off so many times?”

Sighing, Parin tapped his fingers to the table for a second. “Alright, first off, I am more than happy to. If you want it, I can do it. But understand that it’s a chore for me. My parents raised me to be able to handle any sexual situation. For most of that, they thought I couldn’t top because I never got hard. So they went full in on teaching me to receive. Needless to say, it leaves the same taste in my mouth as homework does. I’m done with it, it’s in the past. I was between my mom’s legs every school night from middle school to starting college. Forgive me for not rushing to add that back to my daily chores.”

Mouth opening, the woman’s jaws snapped shut as she pursed her lips and tilted her head in a ‘fair enough’ gesture. “Eh, alright. I can get that. Still. We’re talking about this more sober. If I have to give up the bed for fuckmeat once a week, you can eat me out once a week too.”

Parin repeated the ‘fair enough’ gesture, adding an understanding flick to his tail. “Alright. That’s fair, but I agree. Best not to settle on things when one’s three glasses of wine deep.”

Suddenly the sergal’s wedged snout was sandwiched between two palms, the smaller jackal needing to rise from her seat a bit to grab him. Then it was a further leaning to kiss him, before pulling back with a silly smile. “I think I might be drunk, babe. So lets focus on having a good time~ Not all these…” A long pause followed. “Words.” Came the conclusion. “Wanna dance? I think I saw a club down the street.”

“If it means I can spend more time with you tonight? Absolutely.” Parin said, flagging down a server to pay the bill.