“Um … shit … I was sure it was … this one?” the monkey -- Terrone -- said in a whisper, starting a second rotation of the keys on his keychain as he tried to unlock the front door to his house. His hands were shaking, so as he tried to place the key into the lock it slid around the outside in jittery circles, scraping the metal. He cursed quietly, pausing to breathe.
“Shhh, calm down, it’s fine”, Wex, the huge, black, muscular wolf said calmly, resting his hand on the monkey’s shoulder where it was next to his waist -- being twice the monkey’s height. Though he’d been playing the role of a normal and caring wolf tonight, the darkness of the night obscured his true impatient snarl and rolling eyes. Open the FUCKING DOOR already, was what he really meant. Of course he had to pick the most indecisive fucking boy in the club to be his prey tonight. The one with a conscience and feelings and other pointless fucking shit that got in the way of the wolf getting what he wanted. 
This had better be worth it.
Another three keys’ worth of slow anguish later and the lock clicked open. Like he was creaking open the entrance to an ancient, cursed tomb, the stupid monkey took his sweet fucking time opening the door to his own house, trying not to make any noise as he softly crept inside. What made it so painful was that Wex knew the little fuck’s caution and care was soon going to be utterly pointless, but he had to play along and let the monkey buy into his game until there was no turning back.
Soon, he reassured himself.
They left the lights off, of course. The house was completely dark except for the pale light of the moon and an outside street light slipping through the cracks of the door and some nearby windows, just enough to see by. The monkey took Wex’s hand and led him down a hallway. They paused at the open doorway to a room -- the living room, and the monkey looked upwards to catch Wex’s eyes. When they made eye contact, Terrone pointed down the end of the hallway towards another room, where the door was closed,e with a shaking finger.
“He … He’s sleeping in there”, the monkey whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. Nerves. Guilt. Ugh. Pathetic.
“Nice”, Wex said simply, as Terrone led him into the living room as they’d planned at the club, over drinks and whispers and secret gropes.
See you soon.
Terrone stopped in the middle of the room and released Wex’s hand, looking down at the ground, probably pondering his choices. This was a big deal for him, after all. The house was still and quiet and Wex could hear the monkey’s quick breaths. He, on the other hand, took a long, slow breath, savouring the calm before the bloody storm. His cock could sense its impending freedom, and it hardened inside his pants.
As he watched the quivering monkey, Wex wondered what it was like to feel emotions like anxiety or fear. It probably sucked. Much better to have a clear head. Steady hands. A plan. The will to stick to it. The wolf’s cold, calm mind had never let him down. He’d always gotten what he wanted. And gotten rid of anyone who’d gotten in the way.
The monkey wringed his hands nervously.
Better prompt the little bitch or we could be standing here for an hour while he considers his life choices, the wolf thought, noticing his hands curl into fists with annoyance. He bit his lip and forced his hands to relax. Soon.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine”, he lied, wearing a sympathetic voice that felt wholly unnatural. Then he added a sultry tone to his low voice. “You ready for this?”
After a moment, the monkey gave a short nod. He gestured shyly to a couch, and Wex quickly took the cue, wandering over to sit down and spread his legs invitingly. He raised his hand with his palm inward and flicked his fingers towards himself, a means of saying c’mere then.
Head still down, failing to make eye contact, teeth chewing on his lip, the monkey slowly plodded over. His tail was wrapped around his own stomach tensely. “Oh my God”, he breathed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this”.
I can’t believe it took you so fucking long.
Any other day, Wex would have had no problem biding his time to perfect and carry out a methodical plan, like usual. He liked his sex messy and chaotic, sure, but his getaways were always clean and calculated. But this day was different. Today had been a nightmare -- one he’d been forced to suffer through and hadn’t been able to do anything about. The details weren’t important, it was just one of those days, you know. But as a result, he was angry. Wex needed an outlet for his pent-up fury and he needed it badly and he needed it fucking now. 
Hence the quick-and-dirty option. Go to a club. Find someone who looks desperate and flirt with them -- rub a few muscles against them and shoot them a smirk. Get inside their house. And then do what needed to be done.
“Get to work, bitch”, the wolf said teasingly. He flexed his cock, and the bulge between his legs rose and fell. The monkey saw it, and it had the intended effect. His eyes widened and it spurred his hands into action. With jittering fingers, he started unbuckling Wex’s pants.
“Feels so wrong, huh?” the wolf said.
Terrone nodded several times, short and sharp, like it was hard to admit.
“But it’s so exciting, too, isn’t it?”
He could hear the monkey gulp audibly. His hands paused while he pondered the words. Then he nodded again. Just once. And his hands got back to work, tellingly faster than before. He slid his fingers into the waist of Wex’s pants and tugged them downwards. The wolf raised his hips upwards to help the kid out, a knowing smirk on his face as his briefs-clad bulge was freed.
“Fuck…” the monkey gasped.
Their reaction was always the same, and Wex always enjoyed it. He knew how fucking hot he was, but it was nice to show off to others. “Put your face in it”, he ordered. His huge flesh snake throbbed against the straining fabric, enjoying the attention but hungering to show itself off in its full glory.
With a little whimper, Terrone nuzzled the wolf’s underwear around his cock head with his nose, giving the damp fabric a lick. “I can taste it”, he panted.
“Oh yeah?”
“It tastes … so good”, he said, gazing up at the wolf with lustful eyes. It was funny how their doubt disappeared once they got even a figurative taste of Wex’s gigantic cock, let alone a literal one.
“Naughty boy … nuzzling another stud’s fat musky bulge while your boyfriend sleeps in another room. Tsk tsk”.
	Terrone flinched guiltily under the words. He went to pull away a little.
	But Wex planted a hand on his head and smushed the boy’s face deep into his bulge before grinding it up and down against his manhood. He knew what the monkey really wanted, behind his thin veil of doubt. “Get that smell up your nose. Let it soak in. The smell of a proper man. You know you need it”. When he released the monkey’s head a minute later, the boy no longer tried to pull away. He was intoxicated. Cock-toxicated.
	“Nnngh can I take your clothes off, please, sir?” the monkey begged, resting his chin atop Wex’s pulsing erection while rubbing a hand up the inside of the wolf’s shirt. “I want to see your amazing body”.
	 “You think you deserve it?”
	The monkey opened his mouth but caught himself before speaking, frowning in thought as he paused for a second, before replying, “I … I think no one deserves it. It’s a blessing for you to give. I would be honoured”.
	Wex snorted. “Quick learner”, he said with an approving nod. “Get naked for me. Then strip me. I want to be butt-naked while you get me off in your boyfriend’s house. I wanna leave my manly musk all over his furniture”.
	“Yes sir”, the monkey said, his voice still quivering a little, chest rising and falling rapidly. At this point it could have been arousal in either sense of the word -- anxiety or lust. He threw his clothes to the side in good time before turning his hungry eyes back to the wolf’s bulge.
	Now that the monkey was naked, Wex took a moment to observe his prey’s body. He was … alright. Skinny. Kinda flat. Little dick, even for a monkey. Lacking any good curves. Dorky face. Eh. Wex usually pursued the best of the bunch, because that’s the kind of breed he deserved. But this kid was gonna be a quick use-and-toss. Forgotten about tomorrow. And him having a boyfriend sweetened the deal. Two-for-one. Sufficient. 
	Wex pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, while he left his underwear for the monkey to tackle. He knew his subs always loved unwrapping their presents, after all. As the monkey pulled his underwear down, Wex relaxed with his chunky arms behind his head and watched. Inch after inch of sheath, fat dark red knot, pulsing veiny shaft, more shaft, and more shaft … then cock head. 
BOING.
His cock launched upwards and slapped against his abs with a heavy thud, leaving a heavy splat of precum on his fur that glistened under the moonlight.
	“Unnnnngh”, the monkey moaned in awe, pumping his own cock.
	“Bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Wex growled, giving his cock a flex. It drooled not unlike the monkey’s mouth.
	“Guhhhhh”. Terrone nodded like he was in a trance, moving his head towards the meaty pole with his lips open and tongue hanging out. He licked the glob of precum dribbling down Wex’s thick shaft with his warm tongue first, before kissing the wolf’s cock slit. He shivered with guilty pleasure.
	Wex’s rod throbbed from the sensation. “Mmm. Good boy”.
	Terrone couldn’t hide his smile. He was a pathetic little sub, and he obviously loved being praised by his dom like all the others.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
	“How long have you and your boyfriend been together?” Wex asked, staring down at the kid.
	The monkey hesitated and his head jolted like the words had been a smack to the cheek. “Uhh … three years”, he mumbled. “I … I’ve never cheated on him before”.
	“Oh really? Three years, huh? That’s a long time”.
	Terrone didn’t reply to that other than by giving a subtle nod.
	“Does he love you?” Wex asked through a wicked grin.
	Terrone nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for the wolf.
	“Say it”. He used a finger to lift his cock away from the monkey’s mouth. The implication was clear. Be a good slut or you don’t get your toy.
	The monkey flinched again and looked up at him with sad eyes. “Yeah, he loves me”, he said after a sigh. “A lot. He said he’d give his life for me”.
	Wex chuckled, smacking the kid’s lips with his cock to give him his reward. “Yet here you are, sucking on a big fat wolf dick while he’s sleeping in another room. What a fucking dumb cunt, am I right?”
	“He’s … stupid”, Terrone agreed begrudgingly, between kisses he was placing around the edge of the wolf’s dick head.
	Wex just flexed his cock again. It was another kind of praise. Giving the kid the knowledge that he was pleasing his master. “Am I hotter than him?” he added. It was a rhetorical question. Wex knew the answer already, of course.
	“Ugh, so much hotter. In every way”, the monkey panted. Funny, he didn’t hesitate at all when he said that.
	“Damn fucking right I am. That’s why you’re pissing away the purity of your lovely little relationship tonight. For one night with me. That’s what I’m worth. That’s what he’s worth”.
	“Mmmmnggh”, Terrone moaned, dragging his tongue all the way from Wex’s sack to the tip of his cock. The soft wetness felt nice against Wex’s aching hardness.
	“Trading three years of love for one night with my cock. Is it worth it? One load of jizz from my dick?”
	“Mmmm yes. Fuck”. The monkey was beating his own cock like crazy.
	“You gonna go cuddle up to him in bed after I leave?” Wex teased. “Give him a kiss? With a belly full of wolf semen and my spunk on your lips?”
	“Yesssss!” Terrone groaned, making out with the wolf’s cock like he was in love, one hand on his little dick, the other stroking Wex’s powerful, ribbed stomach, eyes moving all over the wolf’s gorgeous body. No matter whether they were single or slutty or partnered, they all got like this when they got to play with Wex’s dick. They were all the same, beneath him.
	“Heheh. Good boy”, Wex chuckled. He relaxed for a few more minutes while the partnered monkey pleasured his fat cock. And then he shifted forwards and spoke again. This time, the amusement had left his voice entirely, like he’d flicked a switch. “Alright. That’s enough”. He gave the monkey a kick with one of his foot-paws to push him away. The monkey flopped across the carpet while Wex stood up.
	Terrone watched him curiously for a moment, mouth still open and tongue hanging out, perhaps hoping for Wex to come over and grab his head and use it like a sex toy. Instead, the wolf headed out of the living room, towards the hallway.
	“Wait … what?” he heard the monkey say in an urgent, hushed voice. “Where are you going?”
	Wex didn’t stop strolling. He smiled secretly to himself. Ah, the switch had been flipped indeed. No more pretending. It was time. He heard the patter of hurried footsteps behind him on the carpet, before a hand jolted forward to grab the wolf’s forearm. “Stop!”
	Like lightning, Wex whipped around and grabbed the monkey’s upper arm in a tight grip. He squeezed tightly enough to know he was causing pain, and he watched Terrone’s face hungrily as it grew in delicious panic.
	“Nngh!” the monkey whimpered. “What are you doing?”
	Wex just grinned. Then he stepped through the doorway. Instead of turning left for the exit to the house, he turned right towards the sleeping boyfriend’s room. Instantly, the dumb kid got an idea of what was happened, and he grabbed onto the door frame with his other hand.
	It was like ripping a toy from a baby. With a jerk of his arm, the monkey slipped free and the pair just kept on walking. As he was dragged along, Terrone flailed his limbs with increasing intensity in an attempt to grab onto something, while making a range of amusingly exasperated noises.
	Wex stopped a metre from the door. He listened to the confused monkey whimper and beg desperately for him to stop and turn around. Having such power over someone made him feel nice and tingly. He basked in the desperate expression on the monkey’s face and his pathetic pleas for just a moment, feeling like a Medieval King with the power to sentence pitiful peasants to death with a flick of his hand. The monkey probably didn’t realise his situation was no less dire.
	Wex raised his foot-paw and slammed it against the closed door. It splintered around the frame and swung open with a crash. Wex calmly stepped inside and flicked the lightswitch on, dragging the whimpering boy behind him.
He saw a brown and white-splotched donkey jolting upright up in the bed, propped up on one arm, clutching his chest with the other. Poor thing must have gotten a scare. His eyes were baggy but wide-fucking-open now, just like his mouth. And his chest was naked, so Wex could get an idea of what he was up against right away. The donkey had a fairy meaty and chunky body, but it looked to be mostly fat and flesh, with only a little bit of muscle. A disappointment to all bigger fur species like wolves and equines. Wasted potential. Wex didn’t know anything else about him, but he already knew enough to hate him. Any wonder the monkey had latched onto Wex the moment he’d shot him a wink at the club. The monkey’s boyfriend was nothing compared to the wolf. Admittedly, no one was. But this dumb donkey fuck was even more nothing than most. 
Still, some part of the wolf was pleased. He hadn’t known what species the monkey’s boyfriend was. To find a chunky equine was a bonus, given the kind of fun the wolf had in mind. It gave the wolf more to work with before the donkey gave up the ghost, and standing there right now, watching the confused, naked donkey, Wex’s mind ran wild with sinful possibilities. 
	“Baby!” the donkey exclaimed through adrenaline-fueled alertness, full-moon-like eyes staring at Terrone. “What the hell is ha--”.
The donkey’s voice cut off when Wex moaned out loud. Fuck, he couldn’t help it. This just felt too good for the wolf. 
Fear. 
He could smell it. He could taste it. He could see it in their eyes as he stood there in their bedroom -- naked, powerful, glorious, erect, throbbing. It was just what he needed. He was a walking maelstrom of rage and sex and masculinity and he was about to tear through this bedroom and the furs inside it.
“What’s up, fuckhead?” Wex said through an excited, sharp-toothed grin, looking down his muzzle at the scared and confused donkey. One hand still grasped the squirming monkey, but the other rested proudly on his hips. “Figured I should let you know your boyfriend is cheating on you with a psychopath he brought into your house”.
	He let the words hang in the air for a few seconds. He wanted the boyfriends to soak in their presence and get all nice and juicy for what Wex was about to do to them.  
	“Cheating?” the donkey choked, his face drooping sadly.
“A … psychopath?” the monkey said with slow, woeful realisation
	Wex broke into a laugh. “Surprise!” With that, he swung his arm around and hurled the monkey through the air towards the bed. Terrone collided with his boyfriend with a joint “Agh!”, landing on top of him and knocking his boyfriend onto his back.
	Wex stood in the doorway -- the only exit to the room -- and breathed deeply through his nostrils, puffing his muscly chest outwards and allowing a sharp-toothed smile to grow across his face. As he watched the monkey regain his orientation and sit up on top of his boyfriend, Wex allowed the suppressed frustration of the day to return to his body, now that he finally had a suitable outlet for it. As the adrenaline coursed through his body, his fists closed, his jaw clenched, and his muscles tightened. His body was preparing itself for violence. For a fight. For a fucking victory. 
With an angry roar, he launched himself on top of the bed, and on top of the pair of boyfriends. It was time to finally give his body what it needed so badly. 
	The monkey squealed, trapped between the bodies of his boyfriend and the guy he’d been cheating on his boyfriend with. Wex had knocked him face-down, and he pushed against his boyfriend’s own body to try to push Wex away. As an unintended but welcome consequence, his squirms teased the wolf’s aching erection with his naked ass. Meanwhile the donkey attempted to strike the intruder in his house, shouting, “Get the fuck off!”
	Wex just laughed. As the donkey swung as fist at him he deflected it with his bigger arm and bared his teeth in the dumb fuck’s face. Lust-saliva dripped from his lower lip onto the donkey’s chin. “Trying to hit me, huh?” he snarled. “That’s a bad idea”.
	The dumb shit didn’t listen, much to Wex’s pleasure. He tried to side-swipe the wolf’s head with his fist. Wex didn’t bother pushing it away this time. Instead, he spun his head, opened his mouth, and sank those same sharp teeth that had been in the donkey’s face a moment earlier into the flesh of his forearm. He bit down hard, piercing the furry skin in dozens of places at once with each of his sharp teeth. The donkey wailed, and Wex’s cock throbbed against the monkey as his mouth tasted blood.
	“Fuck! Oh fuck!” The donkey twisted his arm and tried to pull it free, but Wex’s jaw was shut tight, and his flesh started to tear in many different places. At the same time, the wolf snatched the boyfriend’s other arm before he could try to use it to free himself. And just like that, the donkey was trapped, his arms immobilised, his body smaller than Wex’s with no hope of freeing himself. Wex revelled in the power and control he felt, and growled a blood-bubbly growl as he eyed the donkey. The taste of blood always awoke something primal and savage within him, and he shivered with pleasure.
	Then he wrenched his head to the side as hard as he could. His teeth tore through the arm flesh like knives, fuzzy skin stretching and snapping like elastic between them until what was inside Wex’s mouth had been separated from its owner. The wolf spat the hunk of meat onto the donkey’s face and grinned as he watched the horror it caused, blood dribbling down his lips and landing on the monkey’s hair underneath him.
	The donkey screamed with pure terror and bucked his hips desperately to try to free himself. The sound echoed off the walls and made the window above the bed head rattle. 
	SLAM.
	Wex’s threw all of his power into his fist as it connected with the donkey’s nose at the end of his muzzle with a cracking sound. “Shush!” he growled. “Don’t wake the neighbors!” His knuckles buzzed warmly. Happily.
	The donkey’s voice switched tracks to a dull, dazed groan. His struggling limbs lost their purpose and waved in the air or flopped against the bed like fish on land. Wex had landed a good, stunning punch.
	“Baby! NO!” Terrone squealed, seeing the hunk of flesh missing from his boyfriend’s arm.
	“Pfft. He’s a fucking waste of space”, Wex scoffed, grabbing hold of the monkey’s blood-wet hair and pulling his head back. Still on top of the boy from behind, the wolf leant forward to breathe darkly into the monkey’s ear. “Don’t worry though. I’ll give you something to really scream about”.
	The big wolf spread his legs to steady himself, then placed one hand over the monkey’s mouth and the other on the boy’s hips. Terrone might have realised what Wex was about to do, because he struggled with everything he had to try to pull himself away. But it was no use. Wex aligned his gigantic cock head between the boy’s cheeks, sighed peacefully for a moment, and then allowed all of his weight to fall forward on top of the lovers. 
	Terrone was impossibly tight, not just from his smaller size, but from fear. But unfortunately for him, Wex and his cock were unstoppable forces. The precum dribbling from Wex’s cock just simply wasn’t enough when there was no preparation involved. The kid’s ass stretched as far as it could, but with much more cock to go and a horny wolf shoving it inside him, his hole quickly ripped open to accommodate him. When that happened, Wex’s fingers vibrated from the muffled scream they were suppressing, and he could feel the damage his cock caused as he pushed further inside his victim -- the snap of every tearing muscle that surrendered and gave way under the might of his cock made his meat vibrate and pulse with ecstasy.  
	As hot blood trickled down his cock and balls, Wex groaned, “Uggggghhh, fuck yeah”. With his body weight bearing down on the little monkey, he released the kid’s mouth. He wouldn’t be able to scream at the top of his lungs when they were being crushed between his boyfriend and the wolf. But he’d be able to beg and plea. And that was something Wex wanted to hear.
	In a strained, terrified voice, the monkey did just that. “Wh-why? Why are you … doing this?”
	Wex chuckled and looked at the furs underneath him, answering the question for himself. The donkey was blinking weakly, recovering from his daze. Blood trickled from his nostrils, while it oozed into a pool around his arm where it lay flopped across the sheet on the bed. The monkey was wailing and sobbing as Wex burrowed his cock deep into his insides, eyes wide with terror in the knowledge that there was unlikely to be any coming back from the damage that Wex’s cock was causing to him with every second and every extra terrible inch. His boyfriend’s blood was trickling down his face to mix with his tears, leaving pink drops to fall on his boyfriend’s stomach. They were all such beautiful sights and sounds, soothing Wex’s heart and stiffening his dick. He felt so happy, because this was just so right.
	Wrenching the boy’s head back, Wex growled into his ear. “Why am I doing this? Because I had a bad fucking day! And I need something to make me feel better, alright, you little cunt? That’s all the fucking reason I need!”
	He raised his hips and slammed them down hard. His cock met some kind of internal resistance and stopped only half-way in, but a few extra hard thrusts later, he broke through whatever incredibly important internal organ it was and slid his cock in all the way up against his knot. The sound the monkey made was beautiful. Though he was clearly trying to, since Wex imagined the pain to be unbearable, he couldn’t inflate his lungs enough to actually scream because of Wex’s weight on top of him. Instead, he just groaned weakly as the wolf’s stiff cock tore through his insides. “Unnnnnggggh. Hhhunnnnggh. Uuuuugggh”.
Summoned back to reality by the sounds of his boyfriend’s anguish, the donkey’s eyes refocused on Wex’s. “Please … no”, he sputtered, spraying blood from his mouth, fur running wet with cold sweat from his wounds. “You can do whatever you want to me, just … let him go … please”. He gasped for air each time Wex’s and Terrone’s bodies thrust against him.
Wex looked into those sad, scared, pleading eyes … and chuckled to himself in response. He found the ways that furs tried to bargain with him endlessly entertaining. It had never worked, because they never really quite got it -- they never really understood exactly what kind of wolf Wex was. They tried to appeal to his empathy, but Wex didn’t know the meaning of the word. Or they begged him, which only made him hornier. Or they tried to make deals like this, when they failed to realise that Wex was going to take whatever he wanted, regardless of whether it seemed fair or not, or was a compromise, or whatever the fuck. He was an alpha male, and he was simply claiming what his strength and manliness entitled him to.
“Why are you trying so hard to save him?” he asked the dumb donkey. “Your boyfriend was fucking worshipping my cock with his mouth on your couch a few minutes ago. He was telling me all about how worthless you are, and how much hotter I am than you, while jerking his dick like crazy. He was turned on as hell. He was loving it”.
The donkey shook his head with what seemed like anger. More likely denial. Wex couldn’t blame him for not trusting the words of someone who’d just taken a bite out of him, but they were true nonetheless.
“”If I were you”, Wex continued, still plowing away at the monkey, “what I would do is take--”
	Take the opportunity to break up with him and regain some fuckin dignity while I still have the chance, is what he was going to say, but he was interrupted by the donkey doing a very stupid thing. Trying to hit him. Again. It was a last-ditch effort to save his boyfriend from being raped.
“Get out!” the boyfriend screamed, thrusting his one still-intact hand towards the wolf’s head. Wex, mid-thrust, was off-balance, and could only shift to the side in little in response. The donkey’s fist caught the wolf’s cheek and jolted him backwards, but other than that, was one of the weaker punches Wex had ever received, leaving a not actually unpleasant gentle burn. Wex growled angrily, and before the donkey could punch him again, he snatched hold of the idiot’s arm with one hand, and rolled his other into a tight fist which he brought down as hard as he could onto the dumb fuck’s face. He had no desire to play around tonight. No teasing or torture. He just wanted relief.
SLAM.
His knuckles pounded against the donkey. Terrone wailed even as he was impaled on Wex’s cock, forced to watch his boyfriend’s assault. “NO! STOP!”
SLAM.
	SLAM.
	SLAM.
	Wex’s heart kicked into a higher gear. He snorted air through his nostrils to feed oxygen to his muscles as they bulged alongside his growing anger. His body felt like it grew. The more he punched, the nicer it felt, and the more he wanted to keep punching. It felt as good as sex. And his cock throbbed like crazy where it was buried inside the monkey, spurting precum each time his fists landed against his fuck’s boyfriend’s skull.
	He released the donkey’s arm so both his fists were free, and then he used them in tandem to pummel the donkey’s face, unleashing his full fury. At first the donkey struggled, but then he just moaned and flailed, and then he fell silent as his eyes rolled back in his skull, and started twitching. Still, Wex kept punching, indulging his dark desires, smashing bone and spraying blood as the muzzle crumbled under his knuckles like a plastic cup. Wex’s stared at his work fiercely, hungry to absorb all the details of the destruction he was causing. 
	“Stop! You’re killing him!” the monkey cried.
	SLAM.
	“Aw, you said he’d give his life for you?” Wex cooed.
	SLAM.
	“Well now he’s giving it to me instead”, he added.
	SLAM.
	As the donkey’s facial bones shattered, blood sprayed across the pillows and sheets and both Wex and Terrone’s bodies. The wet earthy smell entered the air, and Wex licked his lips. It was like a massage for his soul.
	Meanwhile, Terrone sobbed and gripped his lover’s chest weakly, seeing the life drain out of him, breathing pitifully, “No. No. No. Oh my God”.
	“I’m your fuckin God now”, Wex grunted. At this point, the donkey’s face was an unrecognisable mess of skin, blood and bone, and the only movements came from the weak rise and fall of his chest and his twitching limbs. Wex sat back up proudly, arms straight at his sides and muscles bulging through his skin, to survey his work for a moment. It was beautiful. The donkey’s blood had thoroughly soaked his fingers and sprayed up his arms in a finer mist. 
	“Guhhhh-huhhhhh”, the monkey cried, burying his face hopelessly in his lover’s stomach fur.
As Wex panted and paused, he glanced around the room to note the symbols of two lives lived together -- photos of the loving couple in each other’s arms, clothes that one of them had stacked into a small pile for the monkey and a bigger one for the donkey, notes scribbled to each other with love hearts at the bottom.
	And then Wex had entered their lives. And in the space of less than an hour he’d torn those cosy lives asunder with his might and rage. The lover’s bed was bloody and they were both dying on top of it in service of him. It was the best purpose their lives could ever hope to serve. He felt a swell of self-love mix with his rage inside his muscles.
“I’m getting close”, the wolf growled. “Let’s speed things up a bit, huh?”
	This was awesome already -- two lovers’ lives at his violent mercy. But Wex wanted to really indulge himself. Treat himself. He deserved it after the day he’d had. He wanted this to be as nice as possible for him, which, incidentally, meant making it as horrifying as possible for his prey.
Ideas ran through his head, like strangling the donkey to death while his boyfriend watched, or crushing the air out of the monkey until he stopped breathing while continuing to rape him… but then one idea occurred to him that made his cock throb the hardest out of all of them. And so the decision was made. Oh yeah, that’s gonna be fuckin sweet, he thought wickedly, teeth baring in a blood-dripping smile.
“You’re a monster”, Terrone sobbed, kicking his legs and grasping his boyfriend’s fur weakly.
	“And you’re just a fucking tight hole for me to use and get rid of”, Wex growled back. He leant forward to speak into the monkey’s ear, to really rub in how bad his situation was. Fear always made fuck-holes tighter, after all. And the whole time, he grinded against the monkey’s wounded ass with his fat dick, his knot threatening to pop inside with each thrust. “You know you’re not getting out of this, right? You both die, tonight, for me. And it’s gonna make me feel soooo good. The moment your heart stops breathing, I’m gonna flood your dead body with cum. I’m gonna roar with pleasure. And then I’m gonna get up, piss all over your dead bodies, take a shower, and leave. I’ll leave your dead, cummy body on top of your dead, dumb boyfriend, and I’ll forget all about both of you by tomorrow”.
	Stunned by the words, the monkey stuttered but didn’t say anything. But Wex could tell they terrified him, given the increasing tightness around his shaft from the monkey’s asshole.
“That’s the kind of guy you brought into your house”, Wex continued. “Funny thing is, if you’d caught me on a better day, I might have rewarded you for your sluttiness and servitude. You had potential, but …”
“P-p-please … I’ll do anything you--”
Wex snorted. “Today’s not one of those days”. He stretched his arms above his head, interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles. He could feel a gentle, pleasant burn in the muscles throughout his body, from their use and the stretch. Then he looked down, taking in the unconscious donkey with his ruined face and his sniffling boyfriend caught between them, ass crushed underneath Wex’s cock and head resting on the donkey’s stomach. He soaked in the knowledge that this, and what was about to happen, was all his doing, and said simply, “Let’s do this”.
He let his weight fall forward, catching himself with outstretched arms on the bed as he fell and lowering an ear against the donkey’s chest. 
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Wex could hear the donkey’s heart beating, keeping him alive despite his head trauma. The sound and the heat were … enticing. The monkey squirmed weakly underneath his abs, his hole so ruined and spirit so hopeless that he wasn’t even a good fuck anymore. But Wex knew how to fix that. He rolled his head so his nose was against the donkey’s brown-white splotched fur, and he took a deep breath. “Hey kid, you’ll wanna see this”, he growled, adding afterwards in a lower breath, “Fuck, I love myself so much”.
The moment he felt the monkey’s head shift upwards, Wex opened his maw wide and sunk his teeth into the donkey’s chest meat. As his fangs pierced the flesh, the wolf huffed out a groan of pleasure against the fur and his cock pulsed hard. Then he ripped his head away, taking strips of meat from the donkey’s torso with it.
The monkey wailed. “OH GOD! NO!’ Predictably, he struggled violently, his muscles clenching in horror, pleasuring the wolf’s giant dick inside of him nicely.
	Wex’s ferocity grew alongside his arousal. He spat meat and blood onto the bed sheets and tore into the donkey’s chest again with quickening movements, snarling and biting and laughing, digging through his victim’s chest with his teeth. He thrashed his head around to tear through the stronger chest muscles and reveal the donkey’s ribcage, and blood filled his mouth, soaking the fur on his face, and spraying around them in a red storm.
	“NOOOOO! Noooooo. Noo”, the monkey sobbed, reaching his arms towards Wex’s face in a pitiful attempt to stop him from mortally wounding his boyfriend. But as his efforts proved pointless, his voice grew more hopeless, and was eventually muffled as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s stomach fur.
	Wex roared and threw his head backwards, flinging blood from his chin into the air. His face was wet and warm, the sweet liquid of life dribbling down his chest and coating his awesome, bulging pecs and abs. The earthy, orgasmic smell of a violent kill filled his nostrils and stimulated his dick. There was nothing else like it. And the fact he had a terrified little witness made it all the better.
	“Fuck yeah!” he growled, grabbing the monkey’s hair and wrenching it backwards. “You enjoying this, little slut? You told me he was worthless. So I’m putting him to good use. Can you feel how fucking rock-hard my dick is inside you? That’s all thanks to your BF here. Mmmm. It feels so good”. 
	The monkey just cried uncontrollably. There was no more begging. He probably understood there was no point anymore. He was giving up, like the weak little fuck that he was.
	Wex eyed the donkey’s body. His wounded arm. His crumbled face. His ruined chest. He was soaked in blood and lying in a pool of it. But he was still alive. Still breathing, for sure. Because his ribs were exposed, and between them, Wex could see the fuck’s lungs inflating and deflating, and his heart pumping frantically to keep its owner going, even though he was far beyond saving at this point.
	The wolf calmly placed the backs of his hands together hands together, palms facing away from each other, and slid the tips of his fingers between the donkey’s ribcage. “This is natural, you know”, he told the monkey as he curled each of his fingers around a different rib. “I’m an alpha male. And you, both, are weak and inferior”. Terrone sniffled, while Wex pulled on his fingers to find he had a decent grasp of the bones, despite them swimming in blood. “So, I deserve your lives”. He tensed his arm muscles and grinned”. “And your deaths”.
	Wex flexed his arms hard and heaved them upwards and outwards. The donkey’s bones quivered, but held. He was a big fur, after all, and his bones were thick. “Finally putting up a fight, huh?” the wolf growled. He spread his legs further apart on the bed and poured his anger into his muscles and howled and wrenched his arms aside again.
	Cartilage snapped and bones crunched. Wex pulled away two fistfuls of blood-soaked ribs and laughed triumphantly, letting them fall one by one by his sides onto the bed in a macabre kind of rain. The monkey couldn’t help his morbid curiosity and had peered through his fingers to see the source of the crunch, just as Wex was leaning forward again to snap the donkey’s sternum bone away while bracing his victim’s shoulder.
	CRUNCH.
	“Oh … B-B-Baby … No…”, Terrone whimpered, shivering in fear.
The wolf tossed the bone over his shoulder. “Fuck yes. Isn’t that such a beautiful sight?” he said darkly.
The donkey now had a huge, blood-oozing crater in the middle of his chest -- skin and muscle torn away by Wex’s teeth, bone removed by the brute force of the wolf’s fists. Blood trickled in rapid rivulets down the donkey’s revealed lungs within, and oozed over his bare, throbbing heart in the centre.
The monkey breathed rapidly, indicative of panic. “Y-y-you … You’re…”
“What?” Wex chuckled. “A monster? Murderer? Psychopath? Sexy fucking godlike stud?” He grabbed the monkey’s hair and pulled it back again, but this time he held onto it. “All of the above”, he said as an answer to the unasked question. And then he shuffled forwards on the bed, supporting the monkey in place with his hand and cock.
“Wh-what? No!” the monkey squealed as Wex brought him closer to the cavernous wound in his boyfriend, reaching his hands up frantically to tug at Wex’s much larger fingers, pointlessly. Soon, Wex was holding the boy’s head vertically above his boyfriend’s chest. At that point, his face was scrunched up with clenched eyes to avoid the horror. Wex’s cock throbbed hungrily inside the monkey’s bleeding ass in anticipation. He was so close to cumming. This wasn’t gonna take long.
In a slow, deliberate voice, Wex said, “You said his heart belonged to you, right?”
	The monkey’s sniffles paused, either in dreadful realisation or confusion. Either worked.
	“Well I don’t want it”, the wolf added. “All yours, kid”.
	Wex pushed down to start slowly forcing the monkey’s head down towards his boyfriend, like his hand was a dreadfully slow guillotine. “No! No! NOOO!” Terrone screamed, in clear realisation now of what was happening. The monkey thrust his hands outward, slapping against his boyfriend’s blood-soaked shoulders to try to slow his descent. He struggled with the unnatural kind of strength one could only summon when confronted face-to-face with death. 
Wex was still much stronger.
The monkey’s arms inevitably failed him under the wolf’s unwavering, methodical determination. Inch by inch, the boy’s face drew closer to his boyfriend’s gruesome pit of a chest until his nose was level with the remaining broken shards of the donkey’s rib cage at his sides. All the violent damage meant a large amount of blood had pooled in the donkey-cavity now, mostly submerging his heart and bathing his lungs. Wex licked his lips and shifted so he was resting his forearm against the back of the monkey’s skull and incrementally allowing his own weight to press his down against his prey. Terrone’s nose dipped into the blood-bath and he writhed desperately.
“Three years huh?” Wex sighed, shaking his head calmly. “All that time wasted. I’ll give you a purpose”.
“Please … s-stop”, his prey begged.
Wex inhaled deeply and silently reassured his achingly horny body that it was time. “No. You’re gonna make me cum as you die”.
With that, he let his weight fall down upon his victim’s head, plunging it into the flooded crater of blood, flesh, sinew, muscles, bone, and vital organs inside the donkey’s chest. Wex crushed the monkey’s face against the donkey’s heart, submerging it in blood, cutting off his air. Terrone kicked and flailed his limbs with renewed strength, and Wex could feel him bucking his head backwards against the wolf’s forearm, urgently trying to free himself. But Wex’s powerful mass didn’t budge.
The knowledge that he was drowning someone in their own lover’s blood instantly spurred the wolf’s body into action. He pulled his hips back and slammed them into the monkey’s squirming body as hard as he could. And then he did it again and again with as much force as he could muster, feeling glee at the thought of ripping through Terrone’s insides with his giant dick. All the while he propped his massive weight up with his arms against the monkey’s head. The blood inside the donkey bubbled with the last of Terrone’s oxygen while Wex laughed maniacally, imagining the splashing hot blood he could feel against his arms filling the monkey’s lungs -- how mind-shatteringly horrifying it must be for him.
Wex groaned between each violent thrust. “Dumb … fucking … slut! Fucking … die … for … me!” The shifting weight of his body as he slapped against the boy’s broken ass dipped the monkey’s head into the blood pool a little bit further each timer. But never did it rise high enough to give him a breath of air. Wex had no need to drag this out. His balls were already aching for release.
He raped the monkey savagely, staring at the scene, soaking it all in. The donkey’s destroyed face. His wrecked body. The drowning monkey. The blood. Everywhere. Soaking the bed where two lovers had spent their years together in intimate embrace.
Terrone was just a shy, dorky monkey who’d been looking for some relatively harmless fun at a club. He was twenty-four years old. He had a life, a partner, a family that Wex had seen in photographs around the house. He likely had dreams and aspirations and anxieties and nightmares. He’d been so excited when he’d seen Wex’s cock. He was young, and innocent, and naive. Now he was dying one of the most terrible deaths the wolf could imagine.
That’s what made it so fucking hot.
Terrone grabbed hold of Wex’s arms with both hands one last time and squeezed as hard as he ever had. At the same time, his asshole was just as tight, like it was begging for the wolf’s thick load. Slowly, the monkey’s fingers started to slip down the wolf’s fur, until they finally dropped lifelessly by his sides with wet splats.
“FUCK!” Wex roared, cramming his bulging knot inside his prey’s hole. He released the monkey, who didn’t move -- instead, he just lay there with his head smushed against the donkey’s heart. The wolf threw his head back as he came with a howl, rubbing his wet and bloodied hands over his powerful abs and chunky pecs in self-worship. His balls tightened in his sack and gushed cum down his thick rod with such force he imagined it could have torn through yet another layer of the monkey’s insides. He stopped thrusting -- he just allowed his cock to do its thing and have its moment. For most of his orgasm, he was in a blissful state of just having his head back, letting out a helpless and low groan, tongue hanging from his mouth, dick spurting like crazy. He felt the anger from the day fade from his body -- like it was shooting out alongside his jizz, with only joy and pleasure taking its place.
Finally, he shot his last with an exhausted, peaceful sigh, and the room became silent. With it, he felt a sense of peace and serenity. He took a minute just to bathe in the relief and pleasure, biting his lip and smiling to himself happily. Then finally, he looked down.
Terrone was dead and motionless, still face-down in the donkey’s chest. His boyfriend, too, was dead -- heart and lungs unmoving. Probably from having his heart crushed by his boyfriend’s face, the wolf realised with a chuckle.
He pulled his cock from the dead monkey with a flood of white and red. Then he stood at the base of the bed, surveying his work proudly. He gave his own muscular chest a loving rub while he gripped the base of his shaft with his other hand and pointed his cock-slit at the bodies in front of him. With a long, relaxed sigh, he relieved himself all over them, making sure to get some of his piss inside the donkey’s chest too.
Afterwards, he wandered into the bathroom, planted his hands on the edge of the sink, and looked into the mirror at his blood-soaked face and body. Mouth red. Eyes cold and calm.
“Fuck, I love you”, he said with a smirk.