Life was about to get great for Ethan. After his ‘encounter’ with the dolphin cuntboy cub, news of that spread far and wide in the world's predator bubble - as the dolphin father knew of it himself. Else, what would drive him to fuck and beat up his own son other than those terrible (yet so delightfully evil and sexy) videos on the dark web which involve Xan and Oliver fucking two gryphon hatchlings in their nest? 
It should come as no surprise then, that Ethan was invited to do the same when Xan and Oliver learnt of his exploits. 

The predators were going to celebrate their first (and very successful) anniversary together by throwing a party at Alex's house. If it wasn't for the father, Ethan wouldn't know anything about these so-called ‘predators’ that caved the father into his desires. 

Checking his phone, he was certain this was the place.  ‘Alex's house’ was an understatement - this place looked like a mansion!
“Maybe cub snuffing pays well…” Ethan thought, then a hand on his shoulder darted him back to reality. 
“Oh, that's right, I'm supposed to meet Xan and Oliver here!”
Ethan spun around to see a familiar blue and black dragon beaming at him. They both had beers in their paws, and offered Ethan one - which he gladly accepted. 
“Glad to see you here, Ethan.” Oliver said, matter of factly. 
Xan rubbed his considerable bulge in his shorts, and pointed towards the house. 
“Let's go in, down to the basement. We can join the party later, once we have snuffed out our catch. ”
Ethan looked befuddled at Xan: “Catch?”
Xan nodded, and smirked: “Yeah. You can thank Oliver for that,” he pointed to the black muscular dragon - Ethan noted that Oliver has quite an imposing figure. 
“He took me out to the woods once and, before you know it, we were hunting down cubs to kill - the first being two lovely gryphon hatchlings. We actually just got some now. I can't wait to show you!”
Ethan perked up, “Oh yeah! I saw the video…”
Xan rubbed his huge bulge again: “Mmm, did you cum to it?”
Ethan’s face went beet red. He wasn't used to being talked to like this by another man. 
“Uh… Y-Yeah. So many fucking times, I tell you…”
Oliver huffed out a puff of air through his nostrils at the thought of predators around the world like Ethan, jacking off to their homemade professional snuff videos. To hear things like that really made it worth it for them. 
Without further ado, the group said their greetings to other preds like Alex and Finn, before heading downstairs to the basement - where their true prize belongs. 

-- In the Basement --

The group got to unwrapping their ‘anniversary presents’ straight away: first up was the two gryphon hatchlings which were delivered to Xan and Ethan - by Oliver; they were tied up on a table. 
Xan licked his lips and Ethan shyly groped his bulge. 
“These look delicious, don't you think - Ethan?”
Ethan shyly nodded in response, being new to this whole predator endeavour.
The hatchling whose life could be counted in days was wriggling all tied up on the table next to its sibling and looking scared at the three men around it, letting out terrified squeals from time to time as to call for its parent made louder one when the other one was taken away leaving him alone with that hunky dragon with a terrifying aura. 
Whilst Xan picked up his own fucktoy quite menacingly, Ethan just quickly picked his up and darted off to his own room in the basement.
Xan and Oliver looked a bit disappointed.
"He's more private than we knew." Oliver said.
"I think it's better to spend one on one time with snuffing a cub though," said Xan, winking to his own little fucktoy and grabbing it in his big paws.
He loved how young, tiny and breakable to slut looked.
Oliver went off in his own cubicle, leaving Xan all to himself with this delcious fucktoy. He started with fingering it's cloaca, making it cry and mewl out for mummy and daddy.
"I'm your daddy now, bitch."

-- Xan and the Gryphon Cub --

His eyes widened a bit as his finger forced itself inside his really tight cloaca that was surprisingly stretchy, accommodating the digit without much trouble aside of some rather uncomfortable pain that radiated from the rough finger wiggling inside, making him cry for help from his parents.
He cooed out, "oooh, so stretchy!", 
proceeding to put another finger in and starting to stretch it out more - almost ripping it with his claws and relishing in the bitter cries of the animal; It squealed even louder when a second clawed finger forced itself inside the cloaca stretching it to its limits squeezing the two digits quite tightly. 

His scaly blue paw closed over its mouth and the predator loved the feeling of vibration around it, as well as the sloppy spit. It's high pitched squeals were muffled by the hand placed on its beak that vibrated along its cries, tears starting to roll off its eyes.
Bracing his cock on the table, he put the hatchling back in it's restraints. It calmed down a bit once placed back in, catching its breath that was simply cut off when the way too huge tip crammed itself inside its hole, instantly tearing it open to accomodate in there and sending a spurt of blood on the predator's crotch when it ruptured.
Xan shoved the tip of his spiky cock inside, rupturing and tearing the insides already (it's only the tip!) and coaxing blood to pool around the nefarious tip of the predator cock. Thrusting in and out slightly, Xan’s cum filled black balls swayed in the motion of the thrusts before crashing onto the rump of the animal. The following thrust did even more damage to its insides and it was also getting hit by Oliver’s heavy balls, that began bruising its rear after a several thrusts from the powerful predator. These things were weighty, and were full of cum to fill inside the little hatchling slut. 
The increase in pace and force rapidly ruined its insides, as the cock drilled into its belly - bulging it so much that it was making its whole body swell, stretching the skin thin, with more and more blood pouring out around the murderous shaft, some bits and pieces of innard slipping out too.
Getting more into a groove, he increased the intensity of the thrusts and moaned when he stuck his claws inside the mouth, muffling the fucktoy's cries and feeling the sloppy spit over the strong fingers - which he then stroked on my cock to provide additional lube. The fingers made a surprisingly good job at muffling the scream of the hatchling as two were enough to stretch its throat - from there, blood began to appear that soon was flowing out as the cock was now inside its chest, breaking ribs after ribs at each thrust making it start to convulse, bloody foam forming out of its beak.
Groaning and panting over the tight fleshly embrace of a warm underage hole, he repeated these motions until the big dragon balls were about ready to burst, thrusting more inches inside the newborn feral and slowly killing it with the power of spiky reptilian cock. Avains are obviously inferior to dragons when dragon cock can tear them up like this! 

-- Meanwhile, At Ethan’s Room - -
 
Ethan was absolutely delirious with pleasure, balls deep into this fuckmeat carved in the shape of his prehensile cock. He couldn't wait, he just had to snuff out the little fucker. Sat by the side of him was Jack - the dolphin cuntboys father, jacking off loudly, his head swayed back, listening to the sounds of a barely born animal dying on the same cock that snuffed his beautiful, breedable son out. 
His breath was heavy, laboured, and his hand was a blur. Ethan could tell the man was close to orgasm, so he put on a show for him. He pulled out all of his cock from the cavity of the infant, revealing it to amass a large amount of innards, enterials and all sorts of things that was inside the hatchling. 
“Fuck!” He moaned, standing up to whack his cock next to his new pal. “You really fucking cleaned him out, didn't you.”
Ethan huffed. 
“Couldn't have all those innards getting in the way.”
Jack exploded all his pent up pedo lust on the corpse of the animal, cumming in several thick spurts of daddy dolphin cum that would seemingly never end. Ethan was watching with his jaw slack, 
“I know your cock is huge and all, but I never knew you came that much!”
Jack still couldn't hear him because he was in the midst of a blissful orgasm, panting and shivering like an animal in heat. The hatchling wasn't even there anymore; there was so many thick ropes of cum that amassed into a huge pool seeping into the corpse. 
Bringing his head back, his tongue still lolling out, he looked at his predator pedo with gratitude in his eyes. 
“That's how I bury my victims.”
His cock was still hard, almost pummelling Ethan in his abs despite him being a few feet away, still covered and reeking off cum. 
Ethan swallowed his pride. If Jack was snuffing that animal instead, he would feel like a true cuck. 
“T-The party is upstairs. You don't need to clean up.”
The father patted him on his shoulder before heading upstairs to meet his new boss (Alex, of course!) 
“Cheers, bud.”
But then the father stopped in his tracks, turning to face Ethan. 
“We still need to finish something. Get out the corpse.”
Ethan tilted his head confusingly, “W-What?”
“You heard me, kid! Get out that corpse now.”
Ethan wasted no time in picking up the corpse from the pool of cum, it's fur matted with semen from a predator about 10 times more virile and manly than him. 
Once he did though, Jack jumped on the bed and started beating the shit out of it - like literally, this guy was not holding back. 
Ethan looked upon in amazement; it was just like the first time, when he snuffed the dolphin cuntboy. 
“Well? Come on, join in!”
The two predators proceeded to brutal murder the hatchling for a second time, this time it was by sheer fists. The cock is a powerful weapon, but what of their hands? Equally as powerful, of course. Only the most fittest and well-built of predators get their chance to join Finn’s Cub Slavery, and, as shy as he is, Ethan is no exception. Jack would get accepted in no time seeing as he is practically beating this poor being into a pulp. 
After several minutes of pure carnage (blood and innards dripping from their hands) the two preds deemed that their work is done. Indeed, when just paste and feathers remain, there's nothing physical left to hold onto and beat up. From the abuse, their cocks were as hard as a rock again - and the two of them were eager to join the cub party upstairs. 
Jack went first, seeing as he has yet to meet Alex. The two sought to meet up after Ethan’s business with Xan and Oliver was done; they were getting along quite well now, and it served as a bonding experience for them.

-- Oliver and the Feral Fox Cub - - 

Meanwhile, over on Oliver’s side… 

He was quite looking forward to this snuff, being a celebration of sorts. 
He pinned the feral fox cub on the bed, and rubbed his huge spiked black cock against the small cunt of the animal - it looked tight as a purse, all puckered up like a virgin and stripe for fucking. Oliver was salivating all over the body, licking and lubing up the vagina like it was his treasure (it most certainly was, and all for him).
“Hey there, little darling - looks like you're all for me!” Oliver said with glee, brushing his paw down to finger the animal cunt. 
“I've never fucked a female cub before, but hey - as long as its young and feral - it's good to me.” He worshipped the body a little more before delving his finger in deeper, swirling it in about the tight cunt and loving the juices washing over him. He growled in his chest, 
“Ooh, so horny, aren't you. So horny for real, ribbed, dragon cock.” He pulled out his finger, covered in slick juices, and slurped it all up with his tongue - making his cock even harder. The fox meeped out as Oliver tightly gripped her flank, pressing his down harder, and rubbing his black, muscled, scaly, body against the soft fur - inciting fear in his newly born fuckmeat. 
His cock has engorged at full length, spikes unsheathed and ready to kill. 
“Don't worry now. Daddy Oliver is gonna make you feel alll good.”
Oliver was a sadistic fuck. He loved slowly breaking their mind, seeing the fear in their eyes. 
Infact, he was quite glad he was in another room - as much as he loved fucking with his mates - it just wasn't quite the same as one on one action. 
Slowly rubbing his cock against the small cunny, Oliver grew more and more impatient with each thrust. But he wants to take it slow, it's what makes the whole thing better after all. 
In just only half a minute of rubbing his huge cock against the tight pursed lips of the female fox cub, Oliver was drooling and growling with need - his eyes a deep piercing red and staring right into the female's eyes. 
“Don't worry baby, Daddy Oliver is going to take care of you good.”
He said, cradling her in his arms, then - in a sudden change of mood - slamming her down onto the snuffing bed (yes, that what they called beds here!) 

The young kit yelped when he picked her up and had the air pushed out of her when Oliver pinned her down into the bed. The dragon gave her a moment to be able to take a breathe in which was followed by loud scared wailings as his way too huge cock (24 inches) rubbed on her way too small undeveloped slit. Oliver smirked, 
“Say hello to big black daddy dragon cock.”
She whined through her cries when big daddy dragon licked her, leaving trails of thick slobber on her auburn fur, her cunny soon glistening with it. When the prey’s eyes finally met with the predator's - a chill went down her spine, quieting her for a second before resuming her cries but much louder and now flailing too - as she was terrified.

Oliver gently pushed (although his gaze can be described as anything but) his spiky black cock into her cunt, loving the tight gripping feeling around him as he took advantage of such fuckable prey. 
“Fucking baby animals is the best”, he said with conviction. 
He pinned her down more forcefully this time - nearly crushing the bones in her body from the force. Once more and more inches slid in, her eyes widened when he began to push into her paper cut sized cunny, stretching it to the limit instantly, before starting to rip it open with the thickness of his cock, making her slowly scream louder and louder like a siren before the tip finally popped inside her vagina, silencing her from the overwhelming pain.
The female's cunt had to stretch really far to accommodate for the dragon's wide girth and - as soon as he reached a spike on his cock - Oliver roughly forced it in and ruptured the cub’s vagina, making her bleed all over his powerful crotch.
His girth got stopped by her hip bones and, when he tried to push in deeper, there was a loud snap followed with a definite *Crack* making her arch in agony as the cock was allowed to drill deeper into her. She lost her voice when the first spike splitted her cunt and ass into a single hole bursting her vagina and rectum into one big cavity ripping her cervix in the process and slamming into her womb with blood splattering the pred’s crotch.

Oliver grinned in pleasure, relishing in how his prey tossed itself around the huge cock, doing everything it can to break free - it's whole body and cunt dying around it. He thrusted forward again, grunting out this time and biting the fuckmeat on its shoulder, making her weep more and more. Blood trickled down his cock like a fountain as another spike went in and ruptured everything that wasn't ruptured inside already. He was getting close to the base now. 
He thrusted out and in camly, as if the whole thing wasn't new to a veteran snuffer like himself, and just an average fuck. But that's what made it so great: to take your time, and release your carnal predatory desires onto it, the prey.
His balls whacked her again and again, and throughout all that, he was staring right at her with an evil grin plastered on his face, dark red eyes glowering with lust and need. 
Heaving a heavy sigh, Oliver drew his head back, and impaled the remainder of my cock within her.
He let it slowly tear through her insides, her chest and her mouth dying. Seeing it slowly die was pure unadulterated bliss to him. And when he saw the cock propel through the kit's mouth (looking into her now-lifeless eyes) it was then he knew that he had achieved nirvana - pure, dark and real necrofucking was to ensue and he was going to use this body as much as he can - starting with squashing what life was left in this cub; the bones. Leaning down on her body, Oliver slowly crushed the soft, underdeveloped baby bones while my cock was impaled in her whole - his whole muscular weight killing her. 
She kept flailing her arms are as her broken hips prevented her from moving her legs much, which barely twitched around in her panic and terror, as he forced even more cock into her, the cocktip tearing open her insides as it slides between her guts, bulging out her belly grotesquely. 
When the fourth spike popped in, it ripped off her reproductive system and pushed it into her belly where Oliver’s girth was acting as a piston and pushing everything around, crushing it all into a paste as her broken voice made weird raspy gurgles and gasps. His jaw closed on her shoulder and his fanged teeth sunk into her flesh, drawing blood before crushing her shoulder bones with a sick crunch, making her arch and her arm go limp.

Her eyes widened when he got ready to thrust hard into her, feeling the danger coming before Oliver rammed his cock hard into her, bursting her diaphragm and pushing her innards into her chest making her cough out a large amount of blood as the dragon crushed her lungs - before pushing it all out of her mouth in a bloody fountain, his cock tip bursting out of her muzzle snapping it open with two small cracks sending her into convulsion around his cock, massaging it as she rapidly began to die impaled on pure pred cock. Seconds later, her eyes stopped moving and became lifeless. She had a single last death throw before Oliver laid on her, her body slowly being crushed by Oliver’s muscular weight, her ribs cracking first - in a rapid series of ‘cracks’, then her other shoulder, her snapped hips shattering even more, her head being slowly flattened by Oliver’s chest, her skull producing a loud *crunch* and, finally, her four limbs snapped from his weight on her lifting them up a bit in an unnatural way.
Oliver could feel myself close to cumming, the semen rising up in my balls, churning like they were on fire. He grasped the limp corpse and mercilessly pumped it up and down on his cock, loving how hollow the corpse feels with all the innards and blood on the bed and floor. Even though it was mostly cleared out, some guts here and there came flying out from the other end with his brutal cock thrusting - the cock a total mess of innards, cunt juice, blood and precum. With a final thrust and a loud cry, he emptied gallons of necro fucking pedo dragon seed into that hollowed out, useless fucking fleshlight of a corpse that once was a newborn female fox. Retreating out, he noticed how the vagina was stretched into one big hole on its bottom - gory with cum and blood dripping to the floor. Now satisfied, he threw the corpse back on the bed, cock still hard and dripping with the aftermath of a corpse cleaning, and joined the party upstairs.
“Oh! But before that!” Oliver said aloud. He wants to check in on Ethan, the guy has been really quiet and reserved ever since he came. And now he’s in his own room in the basement, probably balls-deep in underage avain hole. 
Oliver picked the corpse back up and shoved it on his cock, sighing with pleasure.
“Aaah, that feels good.”
Xan met him midway with his own gryphon hatchling corpse on his cock. The two knew what they wanted: they wanted to see their latest predator enacting all sorts of terrible things onto their fuckmeat.
“The quiet ones are usually the most fucked up…” said Xan.

--- Ending ---

Ethan was startled once his door swooped open to reveal the two predators, cool young animal corpses wrapped around their cocks, the only warmth being the cum inside them.  
Xan and Oliver laughed out heartily, patting Ethan on the back as he was balls deep in a gryphon hatchling. 
“Looks you take after us, after all.” 
Xan gasped at pointed to the ‘corpse’, which was just mush with partially disembodied with a missing arm and leg here and there. Ethan blushed retreated his cummy cock from the battered throathole slowly, shyly licking his lips at his carnal pleasures being realised.
“Maybe I went a bit too far…?” 
The two pedos gasped in surprise at the sight, their faces of shock turning into a smirk.
“Ooh no, we love it!”
Ethan smiled and licked his chops.
“A friend named Jack came around. Helped me snuff out this fucker for good. We met before, when I snuffed that dolphin cuntboy.”
Xan and Oliver nodded in approval, proud of Ethan’s newfound confidence. 
“We should join the party upstairs, fellas.” He said.
Xan and Oliver collectively removed their animal corpses off their cocks, threw them to the wayside, and headed on back upstairs - where they would celebrate the joining of yet another predator into the already well-established ranks, as well as a whole year of cub snuffing.

Some would say their adventure has just began, but at any rate, they are very glad to have you reading these stories - their tales of deviancy and cub snuffing. We hope you look forward for more to cum!