Mason was an adult fox male and unquestionably momma's boy who was raised as coddled as could be by his only parent; he got what he wanted and had a rather tame growth as a child and into early adulthood. The fox male was now in his early 20s and had a relaxed demeanor about him. He was not one to go out of his way to look good, but he was able to maintain a rather soft and lean figure. One could argue that one of the aspects he kept from his mother was his shiny blackened hair, which was a contrast against his light orange fur that marked most of his body; another would argue that his wider than normal hips were a sign that he did have some of his mother's genes strong within him. He had been out of the family home for a couple of years now and was taking a break using some of mommy's money to get away from his college town and relax in a less congested area nearby at a nice hotel.

However, this didn't stop him from releasing some pent-up lust he had in him from time to time while on vacation during the summer. He had a few hookups at local bars due to his above-average looks and general friendly demeanor. "I don't feel like going out tonight..." he thought to himself as he stretched while standing up from the bed he was lazing on. He mulled it over for a little while before finally deciding to message one of his friends through their chat app on the phone. He knew this man as someone who could find any type of porn he wanted. Hyper-sized men and women, public fucking just outside of strangers views, and footage of someone getting fucked on live television on a news channel of all things. He sent this friend a message wanting "something different," as he had been going through a lot of the old sent images and videos from their previous chats. That's when the phone lit up with a rather quick responding *DING*.

The soft-mannered fox thought nothing about it, seeing a thumbnail of what seemed to be a cougar-aged woman grinning ear to ear. He hasn't seen many older women videos, so he shrugged and figured this would be the one for the night. Dropping his pants and grabbing some lube, he popped those briefs off until his length sprung forward from the hem of the fabric. He was impressively endowed with a full eleven inches when fully hard, that human cock of his already leaking precum as he hasn't gone clubbing or bar-hopping in a hot minute. The fox huffed and applied some lube to his paw, coating that circumsized length with some slow rubs and slicking up that rod for whatever porn his friend had sent him. He found it strange that there was no extra message or indication of what the video was about, but he figured it was just about this big-titted slut of a cougar-aged rabbit woman who was about to get railed.

Initially, his assumptions were right, with this bunny being true to her namesake and taking a rather rough dicking for a solid ten minutes before the camera was adjusted some. Mason rolled his eyes and figured they were just cheap and didn't bother to edit the video down; his own dick was already leaking like a broken water tap from the previous session of the woman's oversized tits getting bounced like balloons while getting reamed balls deep. That was before the video's angle shifted a full turn to the right, and before there stood a sheepish and fully nude bunny toddler; her age couldn't have been more than 2, as she stood with a half-smile to the camera as if she were confused but happy to be there! That soft demeanor of the little girl was suddenly changed as the video cut to the girl being muffled in her own mother's tits while a bulge was shown in her upper chest as her back was against her mom's stomach. The male in the video was slamfucking into the toddler just as rough and quick as he was into the mom, and now the mom was just helping it happen!

He couldn't believe his eyes, with his phone in one hand showing the aggressive rape of a toddler on his phone and the other on his already extremely hard dick. He was in shock at the display in front of him as his paw on his length was stopped, but he gripped it firmly. "Could this be real?" he thought to himself, hearing those muffled cries and the rivulets of blood spreading from her underaged pussy over the male in the video's cock, which all but confirmed it. This was as real as it gets, and Mason's cock was... disturbingly, still rock hard. "Why can't I look away?" he spoke to himself softly as he just watched the lit-up display for minutes at a time. The predator fox inside of him felt like it just awoke for the first time in his life. He had never struggled before and never seen anyone in such a predicament, but now that he's watching this horrid video, his mind was associating this primal urge for damage against smaller things. Were this many years ago in ancient times, this would just lead to him ripping out throats with his teeth, but this was something different; his paw started to pump that overly big cock of his slowly to the video as it played out for the next thirty whole minutes.

It was the next day when Mason kept battling thoughts in his head; his orgasm from last night after watching that video had absolutely drenched the bed under him like a zebra pulling out from a mare after breeding. He had to call room service to pick up the bunched-up sheets while he washed up in the bathroom and kept having horrible thoughts pop up in his mind. He responded to his friend who sent the video with a simple "What the hell?" and that friend has yet to respond for over 12 hours now. Mason was worried but not terrified for some reason. He stayed up all night after the orgasm, slowly scrolling through the video, looking for editing to see if it was fake or not. All the time, a bulge strained in his pants every second he did this. It was a little after lunchtime until he finally got a response from the friend—a dick pic with what looked like the same video in the background. The picture was of a massive knotted dick of what seemed to be a wolf, with the simple caption, "Act on the urge; you're a predator species. Do something about it."

Mason swallowed a lump in his throat as he still wasn't fully sure about what he was about to do as he walked into a local nature park near-ish to his hotel. It was nice and green, with plenty of trees along a walking path and a few playgrounds for varying ages scattered through the park. "I can't believe I'm about to do this, "he whispered to himself. "I came to that video of a toddler getting railed. I'm a FUCKING Pedophile..." he mulled over his past twenty-four hours experience before looking towards a toddler park, recommending ages one through three. He hid in a bunch of bushes off to the side and started his watch. He took his phone out and scouted the area when he knew no one would see him or question him. He snapped some creepshots on his phone, as his spiral was immense and as fast as it could be. This is when he noticed a raccoon woman appear with a just over one-year-old toddler in her arms. She let the baby girl raccoon down onto the ground, but whenever she went too far, the mom made a sort of chitter noise, and the kid always went back to her to check on her.

That was his chance. He quickly slunk through the bushes around that particular park to where he could attempt to mimic the noise. Sure enough, once he noticed the mom put in a pair of earbuds, he quickly mimicked that noise to the best of his ability, the baby raccoon's ears perking up but not rushing anywhere. That's when he did it again, and her inquisitive mind made her crawl over to the bushes to see what her mom was doing in the woods! Then she was snatched. Out of sight in a matter of just a few seconds, Mason was in a full-blown sprint in the opposite direction, his paw covering the raccoon child's mouth as he went further into the woods. After about a full five hundred-meter sprint, he was panting his lungs out, but he had to make sure that he was far enough away for this next part. He laid the child on the ground, who was whimpering and crying in front of him. The fox pulled his phone and took a picture of the girl in front of him, adding the caption "Before..." and sending it to the friend who got him started on this adventure. He tossed the phone aside and dropped his pants.

With his quick, slim frame, he made such a long distance that he knew it was free reign for what he was finally able to do. He ripped off any and all clothing from the tiny raccoon girl in front of him as that almost footlong cock of his dripped precum onto the forest floor under them. "I would say I'm sorry, little one..." he said while rubbing his thumb over both of her eyes to clear out some tears, "but you were born for this purpose alone." He stated before a wide, almost feral-like grin was worn on his face, pressing that dripping, circumsized cockhead against that impossibly tight hole and not getting anywhere. He grumbled and huffed as he tried to stuff an oversized rod into an incapable hole. That's when he pulled away and grabbed a pocket knife. Taking that knife, he made one quick little stab and sliced upwards through her soft and supple flesh. Her screams were from hell itself, but if anything, the fox's member only throbbed harder for it. Pressing his cock back against the now constant bleeding babypussy in front of him, the fox huffed and kept that feral grin on his face before bucking his hips forwards as hard as he could, and to his surprise, several inches of that length disappeared into the child.

His mind couldn't comprehend how he got to this point, but the pleasure overwrote any single thought of being caught, how illegal this act was, anything else but the pleasure around his cock was just a blur to him. He held the poor baby girl by her tiny, baby-fat hips as he hammered his hips against her and drove her into the ground. He felt multiple layers of flesh inside of her tear around his cockhead and abrasive thrusts. Her tears and screams of pain and horror were only more music to the predator's ears as he fucked his way further and further into her fragile body, his moans and grunts through his teeth only helping to cover the sound of her screams while he was getting lost in a proper ecstasy with her. He felt an organ or two rupture against his cock as a splash of unknown textures and fluids. The fox knew he was going to be the reason for this little girl losing her life, but he understood she would be the one to likely give him the best orgasm of his own life. Without much more time passing of this brutal slam rape into the ground, the fox felt his balls clap against the toddler's ass; his cockhead was against her little lungs and heart.

Her breathing was much shallower, and those cries and screams only lowered in volume until they were just tiny whimpers, her body shaking and spasming as a response to the trauma against her little form. Mason didn't care anymore. He stood up with the tot still on his cock before grabbing either side of her belly and started to fuck into her like he did his fleshlights back at home; after all, this was what she was turned into with all of her organs making way for his excessively large rod. He leaned down and suddenly bit into her shoulder, which got one last scream out of the little victim. He then ripped back and had a chunk of flesh in his teeth, which he quickly spat out before finally bottoming out for the last time. His cock was firmly planted inside of this little body—the heat of her blood and organs, the beat of her heart, the rapid pulsing of her lungs against his cockhead. Bliss. His heavy balls clenched as he fired off his orgasm into her dying body, spraying her inner torso with sticky white cum as he leaned his head back into the sky with his eyes closed. Letting some sun wash over his face as he came deeply inside of the dying cub, quite literally impaled on his cock, he easily came over a pint worth of seed into the little body before it finally slowed and tapered off fully. Breathing heavier than ever before, his mind raced with so many questions, such as: how will he find more victims? where can he hide next time? will there be a next time? and much more. He pulled the child-turned-corpse off of his cock and let it drop to the ground, taking one more picture of her before dashing away into the forest in another direction.

A few weeks have passed since his "incident" with that poor raccoon child. He was back in his family home, cuddling with his mother on the couch like they did most of his life, and watching a movie. There was a report of the missing child, but the body was never located. The only evidence of her was in the images sent to his fellow predator friend, who started this all off—the image of her before, and then the image of her body broken and seeping cum with a simple caption.

"After."