Bix Charater Reference https://inkbunny.net/s/8277 https://inkbunny.net/s/37139 https://inkbunny.net/s/8278 Being a drifter that travels across the country isn't all bad, it has it's perks. You get to see a lot of new places, meet interesting boys, enjoy the regions local delicacies. But maybe the best part is that no matter where you go, your reputation does not precede you. That was one thing that Bix always used to his advantage, flying low under the radar. The lone predatory pedophile had been leaving a trail of bodies everywhere he went, and while there were of agencies on the lookout for him, they were always left with little to no information to go on. That was because Bix was a seasoned veteran when it came to killing. There has been and never will be a victim left alive to tell stories of what abuses they suffered under his paws. On the outside, Bix looked like any normal coyote, typical middle working class, a reflection of his upbringing and background, as well as those being the kinds of close he likes to steal so he can blend in better. The yote never stayed in one town or place for more than a week or two at most, and being a very smooth talker, it was easy for him to find enough work to make enough cash, or scam someone for enough so he could make his way to a new location. His travels have already had him criss cross the country from coast to coast 8 times. Not only that but he has traveled to other faraway lands just because he wanted to learn what boys from far away tasted and felt like. But even after traveling the world for a few years, he came back home. Sure it was a bit more work to stay under the radar of those hunting him, but the thrill of it all, and the selection of fuckable little cubs was so much better. As with any serial killer, he had developed and refined his methods, he had his own signature, his own ritual as most would call it. But every now and again something just hops across your path that you can't plan for. Something you have to reach out with both paws and grab on to, sink your claws into, and not let go, no matter the risk. Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing night of rest for Bix as he leaned up against a wooden crate that rested behind him, sitting in a cargo boxcar. Railyards were so easy to get into, the security sucked, and if you knew how to look up information online you could figure out which train you needed to hop in order to get where you wanted to go. The night was warm enough that he could lounge with his flannel shirt hanging open to expose his chest fur to the night air. A pair of worn jeans that were frayed at the ends of the legs covered his lower potions. Traveling light was always a good idea, and so all he had to his name was the backpack sitting next to him, with only thing things he wanted to keep, or the things he needed. Living off the grid like this meant that you didn't hang onto many things. The train car had shifted several times on the tracks already, and Bix could tell that it was about time that the trip go going. It was going to be a good 4-hour ride tonight, and his eyes were already closed as he planned on catching some sleep. The rocking of the train cars always lulled him like a baby in a crib. The slack between the cars was being taken up again, and the thunderous boom boom boom boom, ran it's way down the length of the line as the cars became taut. It wasn't but a few seconds later that Bix's ears twitched, picking up the noise of someone shouting. Then it came again, more shouting, it was getting closer, and there was more than one voice he could pick up. Lifting his head he turned it to the side and directed his ear towards it and heard clearly a voice in a commanding tone yelling "Stop! Stop running!" and it was getting closer, rapidly. Standing up Bix looked between the wooden slats on the box car to peer outside and saw flashlights moving up and down as if someone was running. Shifting his position around Bix tried to get a better view, but he couldn't see all that well. The flashlights were getting closer. It was impossible security could know he was in here, he'd been sitting here for over half an hour already. The sound of footsteps was heard running along the ground just beside the boxcar. Bix's eyes shifted down to catch sight of some kid bolting past the boxcar, followed by 3 rail yard guards. Bix could only grin as he watched the trio try to keep up with the young spry teenager. Moving to the side door on the car, Bix knocked open the release lever and pulled the door open a bit, just enough to stick his head out and have a clear shot of chase running alongside the train. The line was starting to pick up speed now, and it wasn't much longer before the train was outpacing those running on footpaw. Pulling his head back in, and opening the door a little bit wider, Bix stepped back into the shadows and watched as best he could between the wooden slats on the boxcar wall as the car came up alongside the guards, and then slowly pulled ahead of them. Searching anxiously for the teen, Bix saw the long sexy tail of a fox come into view first, then the rest of that trim lean body. The fox caught sight of the boxcar door being open and moved closer to the car, putting on a bit more steam to pace it as he made a grab for the open edge of the door with a hand, and then jumped up to throw half his upper body up over the edge. The jump wasn't nearly enough needed to get inside the car, and the fox slumped over the edge, nearly falling off onto the tracks which could have been the end of his life right then and there, but luckily, the boy held on. He found leverage with his feet on something and pulled himself up into the car, panting so very hard. Bix had retreated behind the crates, hidden from sight as he stalked around to the other side, away from the loading door. The heavy wooden door was pushed closed a moment later, followed by various curses of the guards outside becoming more and fainter as they lost their suspect. Bix peered over the top of one of the crates to get a better look at this little delinquent that turned and slumped down onto the floor with his back up against the door, still working on catching his breath. The yote had to decide how he wanted to play this one out. He considered his options for a moment and then stood up, exposing his upper half from behind one of the wooden crates. "Trouble with the cops kiddo?" The reaction of the teen at the sudden voice and appearance of another person in the car was just as Bix expected. The kid barked and got to his feet quickly, going on defense right way. "THE FUCK!?" he shouted. "W...what the fuck are you doing in here? Who are you?" The fox had his fists raised up, he looked absolutely adorable to Bix, who smiled while he casually strolled around the stacked up crates to approach the vulpine. "Who am I? What am I doing here?" the yote grinned toothily, and leaned a shoulder onto the stack of crates just beside him, openly looking over the fox with his eyes, muzzle pointing down as he looked looked down the boy's legs, and slowly back up to his face before he answered. "I believe the authorities and the media refer to me as the boxcar killer. And I was going to spend the ride catching a few hours of sleep, but now that YOU are here with me... oh I don't think I'll be sleeping at all this ride." Bix slowly licked over his lips and let out soft deep sounding growl. The fox heard every single word that came from the guy standing a few feet in front of him, but what sent chills down his spine is the way the guy's tongue gently and slowly dragged between his lips, all the way around from the left side of his muzzle, to the right. A cold pit formed in the fox's stomach, and he kept his fists raised. "Fuck!" he whimpered. "Look man, I don't want any trouble okay, I was just being chased by the guards, I.. I thought I could maybe ride this until it's just out of town, and hop off. Okay? I don't want to fight you!" The fox took a step back, away from the door as Bix took a slow step forward towards him. "I'm sorry foxy, but this is MY car you hopped into.. and in MY car, I make all the rules!" just then Bix set in even more psychological fear by cracking his knuckles loudly. That sent the teen into a fight for flight mode. The fox latched onto the door and yanked it open with all his might. The door slid open but this gave Bix the chance he needed to attack. With the fox's hands on the door, the yote rushed forward and checked the fox into the side of the door with his own body weight. With the fox off balance, it was even easier for Bix to grab the fox, and fling him from the door right into stacked up crates stacked in the center of the boxcar. The impact was enough to hurt, knock the wind clean out of the fox, and collapse him down to the floor. Curled up in the fetal position holding his own ribs, the fox's muzzle was left wide open, gasping for breath as Bix stood over him, looking down at the fox for several seconds to see if he was going to fight back or not. The fox used his feet to scoot himself away from the yote, and towards one of the corners of the car. Bix was satisfied to see the boy needing some time to catch his breath, and used that to close the door to the car again, and slide the locking handle back into place. A dark confident chuckle came from Bix as he turned toward the fox, and started to very slowly step towards him at the same speed that the fox was scooting back along the floor. "I love a good fight more than anything. Take your time kid.. get up.. and come at me again?" the yote's eyes were wide open, his heart racing, blood pumping, the thrill of it all was there for him to enjoy. Slowly and over many moments, the teen got back up to his feet, standing a few feet back from the yote, and he raised his fists again. This time Bix raised his own fists to mimic the fox. "Atta boy.. c'mon.. come get ya some." Bix encouraged, waiting for the boy to step forward and attack. When the fox threw a few punches, Bix blocked a few, and even let two or three connect, whipping his head from left to right, tasting a little bit of blood in his own muzzle, but after delivering the blows the fox stepped back. "There we go! Hahaha...." the smile faded off of Bix's muzzle and he said "..my turn!" He stepped forward, grabbing onto one of the boy's wrists, yanking it down and slamming the knuckles of his other fist into the side of the fox's face, hard enough that just one punch stumbled him back. Bix kept his hold on that wrist an yanked the fox back in to plant a knee right up into the soft gut of the teenager which folded him over. Before the teen dropped back down to the floor, Bix was quick enough to take that lowered head and snake an arm under his chin and pull the boy up into a choke hold. Turning his body, the stronger male shoved the teen face first into the wall of the box car and wrenched his own arm back with the other to compress that soft vulpine throat. Pinned to the wall, and being choked, the kid was pretty helpless right now, but his arms flailed about trying to hit the yote in return, but he couldn't get a good angle at all. Bix lowered his lips to the fox's ear, and licked up the edge of the right ear and murred "Fistey one ain't ya? I could choke you out right like this.. fucking kill you right now. You want to die? Huh kid? Then you better stop fucking around and fight me for real, or I'm gonna snap your fucking neck!" Bix bit into the fox's ear, puncturing it with his fang and drawing a loud yelp of pain from the fox. Feeling the fox starting to weaken from the lack of air, and ready to give the kid one more chance, he flung the fox away from him and into the corner of the box car, bouncing him off the wall and sending him back to the ground. "C'mon you little bitch! Be a fucking man!" Bix demanded, standing there, watching the kid gasp for breath, and just getting a knee under him again. The fox lifted his head up, looked a Bix and then surged forward in a rush, wrapping his arms around the yote's middle, picking him up off his feet, and tackling him hard onto his back. Bix grunted with the impact for sure! The fox let out a rebel yell, releasing the older male and crawling on top of him to start pounding his fists into him over and over again. The seasoned fighter and killer kept his arms raised up, deflecting most of the blows to the side, but the flurry of punches being thrown, some did get through. Bix let the boy rage out for many moments before he saw his opening, soon grabbing the kid by the back of his head and then pulling it down hard and fast as his own shot upwards into a vicious head butt, which left the fox more than a bit dazed. Bix rolled to the side, putting the fox on his back, grabbing those wrists again and pinning them down to the floor as his knee shot up between the fox's legs and smashed into his tenders! The kid howled out in pain, shaking, eyes wide, muzzle wide, and his legs trying to close but Bix was between them. That kneed drew back and again slammed up and into the fox's bits yet again, drawing a louder cry, and quickly depleting the will of the fox to fight. Still there was some resistance in those arms and so a third crushing of the poor fox's nuts came followed by a high pitched wailing beg "PLEASE STOOOOOOP! AHHHH AHHHH AHHH! It looked like the fight was over now, and as the yote looked down into the eyes of the fox, he gently lowered his knee onto the boy's crotch again and pressed down on it with some weight just until he felt the kid tense up. "Shhhhhh..." he hushed the boy who was about to cry again. Those arms felt relaxed, and so he released the tight hold on the wrists and stroked one hand down the arm and rested it on the boy's shoulder. "Who's boxcar is it?" Bix whispered in a soft almost sweet voice as he leaned down, nose to nose with the teen, looking straight into his eyes. "It's your boxcar." "Who makes all the rules?" "You make all the rules." the boy trembled, his bottom lip quivering. "Are you going to fight me anymore?" The fox's eyes widened in fear and he shook his head "No sir, I'm not going to fight you anymore!" his nostrils flared and he slowly started to lower his one released arm down to his side. Bix's hand shifted up the kid's shoulder, to his neck, and stroked a single thumb over the edge of his lower jaw. The fox's eyes welled up with tears in that moments. His crotch and side ached, and the guy that just beat the hell out of him was stroking his face now. Easing up the pressure on the kid's crotch with his knee, he shifted the knee to press down on the inside of the vulpine's thigh and keep those legs spread. The hand on the fox's face slowly stroked back down the neck, over his chest and stomach, and those fingers slipped under the waistband of the kid's jeans, as that paw slipped into the warm confines of his crotch. The boy dare not fight or struggle, but he did whimper, not knowing what was to come next! Bix hushed the fox with a soothing tone, keeping his face right above the teen, as his hand slipped under the pair of boxers the kid was wearing. "Shhhhhhh..." he hushed again as his fingers slide over the kid's young sheath and down to those sore balls, curling over them in a gentle and almost loving way. The fearful whimpers continued, but as Bix continued to hush the boy, he eventually settled down and quieted himself, after finding that Bix wasn't going to hurt them. In fact he was rolling the boy's balls around which on some level may have been even worse than just crushing them. The teen was being molested, and he couldn't stop it. Sure the touch felt good, but he didn't want it, not from this guy. Still though he couldn't say anything in those moments, staring up into the yote's eyes with submission in his own. Bix licked his lips again and whispered to him. "What is your name?" "Petter." the boy said in the same kind of softly spoken whisper. "How old are you, Peter?" Swallowing the lump in the back of his throat, he thought for a moment about not telling him, but the way his balls were being rolled by those fingers, it felt pretty nice, and he knew in an instant they could squeeze them so hard. He sniffled "I'm 15." he whispered again. Bix's eyes closed and he let out a pleased sigh as his fingers moved back up to the sheath, feeling it thicker than before, that cock coming awake within. "Good, 15 is a great age." He squeezed over the tender sheath and watched the boy's reaction under him, his muzzle opening to softly gasp at the pleasure of it all. The pleasure didn't last much longer before Bix's hand pulled free of the kit's crotch, and his fingers started to work on the front of the fox's jeans, opening, and unzipping them. It was in this moment as the kid's zipper came down that he thought that he should try and beg for this to stop. "Please mister. I don't wanna fight you anymore... and I don't like what you're doing to me." A smile spread over the yote's muzzle as he continued to look into the boy's eyes. "Fighting makes me horny. Young boys like you, make me horny. Having you alone and all to myself, I'm going to use your body. And maybe.. juuuuust maybe.. if you do a good enough job..." he leaned his muzzle down to the boy's bitten ear and gave it a little lick, causing Peter to wince, "..I won't break your little neck like all the others before you." The fox's heart sunk in that moment reminded that he's being touched and abused by a killer. A killer he couldn't escape, and couldn't beat in a fight. "Wha..aht would you want me to do?" the fox asked as he laid there motionless. Bix pulled his head back and smiled in a playful way. "Obey. That is all I want you to do.. is obey." he reached down and scritched the boy's cheek with his claw tips. "Ever suck a cock?" he asked the kid. Peter of course shook his head no. "You have such a beautiful muzzle, it reminds me of my cousin when I was 17. I must have fed him at least a dozen loads from my dick, before I buried him in the garden one summer." he yote looked away as in savoring the memories of his past, if only for a moment. "C'mon cutie, lets see if you're a natural cock sucker!" Bix hopped up off the pinned teen and started to undo his own jeans while standing over the boy. Peter was more than shaken by the sudden change in temperament and tone from the yote. It seemed like in one minute the guy was going to beat him to death, and in the next, he turned into an almost loving and tender person, and then now the yote was standing with tail wagging behind him, pulling his dick out with an excited smile on his muzzle. Fox fox was scared even more by how unstable the guy seemed to be. One thing was clear, he needed to stay on the yote's good side, the best side, and not give him any reason to become violent. Bix pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs and stood there with hands on his hips. That dick was already hard and jutting out from his body quite proudly. "C'mon dude, suck my dick, I know you're gonna like it!" Bix encouraged. Peter was slow to move, still a bit sore, but more than anything he was hesitant to suck off another guy, let alone this guy! Getting onto his knees took longer than was needed and Bix as being impatient. "Dude, C'mon, my dick out! Suck suck suck it!" The yote giggled, while precum dripped off the tip of it already. The flesh was glossy, covered in sheath juices and precum already. Peter's own pants sagged down as he inched closer on his knees and then rested his hands on the yote's hips He barely had enough time to look at the dick pointing at his face before Bix's hand slipped to the back of his head, and the other one grabbed the root of his own cock. "Mister, I really dont wanMRRRRPGH!" Bix wasn't going to wait for Peter to finish his complaint, with those lips already open he just pushed his cock between them and shut the kid up. "Ahhhh, fuck yeah, got a nice new muzzle, and it feels fucking amazing!" Bix's hand pet over the top of Peter's head several time as he pulled the fox's head down a few inches until he was sure the boy's muzzle was full of his dick. "There! Now you're a cock sucker! Hehe, so.. go on.. you got a cock in your muzzle.. fucking suck it already!" the yote's tail wagged behind him quickly. Peter started to draw upon the musky adult cock. He half expected the taste to be awful, but while it was a bit gamey, it wasn't all that bad. The sucking started off slow and easy, but as Peter's tongue ran over the surface of that slick organ and the taste spread over his tongue, the vulpine found it rather soothing to have the dick in his muzzle. The scent of the adult's crotch filled his nose as he breathed, and it all kind of just calmed him down, made him relax, and by the end of the first minute, he was well on the way to getting a load of ball juice out of Bix's sac. "Rrrrr, heh heh.. see knew you'd like the taste of my dick. Mmmm! I'd never suck a dick myself, but if you wanna suck my dick, I have no problem with that! I might give a guy a kiss after he's sucked my dick though, that is a little different, cause at least I'm not letting another guy bitch me out, not like you have! Damn, 15 years old, and you're already swallowing cock.. what do you think your parents would say if they saw you like this.. or your friends at school? You're not even sucking the dick of a friend, you're sucking a drifter's cock. A pedophiles cock! Hehe!" Bix continued to gloat above the kid, petting his head. "You know how many boys have been on their knees sucking my dick like you are right now? At least 300.. maybe 400. I stopped counting a long time ago. You know what the best part of this is?" Bix pulled his hips back and his spit covered cock came free of those hips. Holding the organ against Peter's face he smiled and used his fingers to gently whack it against the cheek of the boy a few times. "The best part of this is, the look on your faces when you realized that my cock is the last thing you're ever going to taste!" "But.. you said if I obey.. that there might be.." "PFT yeah yeah.. I know, and you do.. it's a small chance! Hehehe.. you sucked my dick really nice though! Felt really good, but you know what I like more than getting my dick sucked?" Peter already knew the answer and played the little game with the yote. "Sticking it up a boy's tight ass?" Bix's head tilted and he looked surprised "YES! How did you know that!?" the yote looked shocked "Hey wait a second.. do you like having dicks shoved under your tail?" the yote smirked and narrowed his eyes at the boy. "I'm... not sure. I never let anyone do that to me before. If you want to do it to me.. I'll let you.. I just want to obey and be good." Bix gripped the boy's head with both hands, in a gentle and caring way "Ohhh.. that is so sweet of you. You really wanna give me your sweet virgin cherry?" "Uh huh." "Hehehe! Wow, well then I accept!" he grabbed the top of the fox's head fur with a hand and pulled him up to his feet, and pulled him forward to a crate that didn't have anything else stacked over it. Shoving Peter over the top of the crate, he yanked the kid's boxers down his legs to his ankles. "God damn.. you've got a TIGHT looking ass! Hehehe.. I bet I don't even last 4 minutes inside you!" Bix's hand slapped down on the boy's ass, making him help as he laid over the top of the wooden crate, ass in the air, raised up on his tiptoes too! Bix was having such fun just fucking with the boy, but now it was time to just fuck the boy! Grabbing his dick he moved it into the kid's cleft and touched the tip to his tailhole before he laid his chest down over Peter's back. He was pinning the boy down in place like this, and licked at the side of the kid's face. Slowly his hip shifted forward, that yote cock started sinking up into the virgin ass under him. Peter tenses, hissed and lightly pressed up into Bix's firm chest. The boy let out a whine of discomfort as that thick adult cock slipped up into his body and left him trying to spread his legs farther apart, but his pants were bunched up at his ankles, limiting how far he could spread his legs. Peter's breathing increased as that dick sunk deep into him down, and soon it was touching spots that made the fox shiver with a bit of pleasure. Of course Bix took note of this, and made sure to grind his cock over those tender little spots a few times as he continued to work his dick all the way into the 15 year old under him. "Mmm, your ass is way better than your muzzle." Bix pursed his lips and kissed the top of the kit's head and then gave the back of the fox's ears a few licks. It wasn't much longer before the yote's furry hips started to compress that fox's rump, having fully seated himself inside the body of another underage boy. His cock continued to throb and pulse with pleasure as it was gripped by those tight virgin insides. "Mmmm, beg me to fuck you, Peter." The boy knew what his rapist wanted, and to obey meant that he'd give into the yote's every desire and whim. It was humiliating for a straight guy like Peter to have to beg for this, but it is what he had to do. "P..please.. fuck me!" The fox said the words, and said it with some conviction, but Bix wanted and needed more. "C'mon Peter, is that the best you got? Maybe I should punch you in the face a few times to wake you up, hrm?" Swallowing and taking a deeper breath, the fox whined "Fuck me! PLEASE!" He said louder and then squeezed his backside down around the cock within him for added effort. Bix returned the better begging and clenching with a grind forward into that little rump. "Ooooh.. that was better.. but I'm still not convinced." he used a hand to curl around the boy's muzzle and turn his head to the side, looking into his victim's eyes. "Last try.. make it count." the killer leaned forward and paused for a moment, a seriousness coming to his tone now. "Beg me to fuck your ass." his fingers gently tightened, pads dimpling in the boy's muzzle as he held that head in place and stared into those eyes. Peter was stricken with fear, his eyes welling up again, his body shaking as a chill ran down his spine. "Oh god, please mister.. fuck me in the ass! Please fuck me with that big thick cock of yours! It feels so good inside me, take me.. take me hard, take me super super super HARD!" the fox let it out all, giving a worthy beg after some encouragement. A wide smile spread over Bix's muzzle "Fuck yeah! That's it! You want it kid? I'll give ya what you what you need!!" The yote pushed down on Peter's shoulders until he was standing up straight. Grabbing the boy by the back of his head fur, he yanked the kid's head back but kept one hand pressed onto the center of the fox's back, keeping him down, but wrenching his head and neck rather painfully up. Once in that position where the fox couldn't move even if he wanted too, Bix yanked his hips back and drove them with equal force forward, clapping and jarring the teen against the unyielding wooden crate with repeated thrusts. The blows to the kid's backside were rapid fire, there was no pause, back and forth the teen's sweet virgin ass was used by that slick hard serial killer's cock. Minutes passed with Peter yelping and whimpering as his ass was used for pleasure by another male. Bix eventually released the fox's head and let him lay forward again. That is when the yote again laid down over the top of his victim, getting nice and close. The power behind his thrusts had settled down, but he was still fucking, still raping the kid under him. Of course, just fucking a kid in the ass wasn't enough for this pedo, he wanted to feel more of that tongue again. Two fingers were soon pressing at Peter's lips, wiggling between them until those finger pads were pressed onto and rubbed up and down along the teen's tender tongue which earlier tasted his slick cock. Peter's muzzle took to sucking on those fingers, thinking that is what he was supposed to do, right? Bix wasn't going to complain, in fact, he liked it enough that he gave the boy soft kisses across his face as a reward. Another minute or two passed with Bix softly fucking that lovely little butt before his hips pressed in firmly and he held his cock in deep. Sliding his fingers out of the boy's mouth, he held still for a moment and found that Peter was tired, weak, exhausted from the abuse so far. "Hey..." "Yes sir?" "Can I tell you a secret?" "Uh huh." Bix whispered into the fox's ear "I could fuck you for hours end, and never cum once. I just can't ever cum.. unless I'm killing someone." Just then Peter felt a sharp prick into his side, followed by a cold sensation as the blade Bix took out of his back pocket was pressed into the fox's body just under his ribs! Peter shook and screamed in terror and pain as the knife sunk into his body.. The fox would have taken that cock 100 times over than just one time of that blade. Bix kept the knife buried inside his victim, holding in place to prolong things, cause once it was pulled out, the boy would bleed fast and heavy. "Mmmm, sorry Peter, but you're so sexy, so good.. and this is the only way I can cum! Shhhhh.. just lay still, and hang on as long as you can, there is no stopping it now." Bix was rocking his hips, thrusting his cock through that tight little ass as the boy shifted lightly under him and sobbed heavily. With his hand still on the knife, Bix would wiggle and move that blade around, just to make Peter squirm and clench on him all the harder. Raping the boy on the crate with blood leaking out of him slowly, the yote pushed all of his cock inside the kid, his unswollen knot at well. "Okay.. gotta see it the blood now..this is gonna hurt a bit. Sorry." he twists the blade 90 degrees and then pulls it out. Dropping the knife to the floor, he braces both his hand paws down on the boy's shoulder, keeping him pinned down on the top of the crate as he raises up to look at the boy's side, and watches the blood gush out of the fresh hole and stream down the side of the crate. Peter started to squirm more, harder, whimpering loudly which caused the gushing blood to surge faster. "Don't fight it! Just lay still." Bix cooed, feeling the body under him getting weak, meaning he didn't have to push down so hard on those shoulders, he could relax and even stroke down the boy's back, petting and scritching him, while that yote cock deep inside him swelled to full mast, knot locking inside. "Oh god.. Peter!" he tried to pull his dick back, but that knot kept him locked in place. "I'm tied to you, can you feel it?" he gave a few more tugs on his knot, it wasn't going to come out of that body while it was still inflated. "Yes.. I feel it! Please.. help me... help me, I'm cold.. I.. cant move!" the fox pleaded, crying in fear. Bix gasped in pleasure hearing the pleading from his latest victim. "Oh I know you're cold, don't worry, I'll give you a shot of warmth in a moment! Ungh... oh yeah!" Bix was rocking his hip back and forth, tugging on his knot which gave him great pleasure as the boy's life spilled out of his side and puddled along the side of the crate. "Oh Peter.. yes.. YES! OHHH FUCKING YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!" Bix's loins tensed up, the surges of pleasure shot through him, his cock swelled and he injected the boy's inside with a heavy load of pent up pedo cum as he felt Peter's little body becoming so very limp! While the surges of pleasure and climax were shooting through him, Bix laid himself down on the fox's back again, and licked across the face of his newest victim. Peter felt the surges of seed being shot into him before that part of his body went numb. As the yotes warm body laid down over his back, it brought some level of comfort to him in those final moments, as did the licks to his face. The last sound to escape Peter's lips with a scared whimper, so soft, barely above a whisper. Bix of course savored it as any predator does. He turned the boy's head, pressed his lips to the kit's, and slide his tongue into the boy's muzzle, giving him a passionate goodbye kiss, and that was the last thing Peter felt as his vision faded, and the rest of the tingling sensation of his body faded away. Bix awoke hours later, eyes jolting open as the train started to put on the breaks and slow down. His cock was still nice and stiff, and inside the cooling body of the fox that he laid on top of, but his knot had softened. Lifting himself up off the back of his vulpine body pillow, he pulled his cock free of that kid and tugged his own pants back up, zipping and fixing his belt while he eyed the mess that he left. Not only did the yote get the sleep he wanted, he also got to have himself another teen to snuff out. Fetching his backpack, he got himself read to hop off the train leaving the knife used on the boy there, and the body in the exact same position it was in when he used it last. "Thanks for the company, Peter. See you around kiddo!" Sliding the boxcar door open, the yote casually hopped off and rolled down an embankment. Now it was time he finds his next adventure, and a shower, and a meal. Hrm, not many houses out here in this rural part of the state, well at least this one house looks promising, with a tire sing out front. It's worth a look inside at least!