A Productive Patrol

Red Raider, the one and only villain in the Hunters Corner neighborhood of the city of Shady Strands, slipped across the rooftops late at night. Wearing his trademark blood red and black costume on top of his black fur, he kept to the shadows, nearly invisible to the naked eye through years of training, experience, and a bit of adaptive camouflage. His territory was wide, and there were always targets for his desires to be found.
On the north end of a small park, he saw a figure out for a late night jog. As he moved closer, his suits sensors scanned her. Female rat, 23 years old, 5’6” and wearing a tight tank top in the team colors of The Warren, the rabbit hero duo who constantly interfered with his hunting. Not tonight though, tonight he had made arrangements to keep them from interfering.
Leaping from his vantage point on the roof across the street, he crossed the distance to the jogger in a moment. She barely had time to react before he grabbed her and went to work. As she started to cry for help, he shoved a muzzle on her and bound her arms. Before she could react, he bound her legs and in one smooth motion ripped her clothes from her body. Defenseless before his towering form, the rodent girls screams muffled by the muzzle, he pulled off his codpiece.
Her eyes were immediately pulled towards his cock as it sprang from his costume, and as he shoved her to the ground and rubbed it over her, her body started reacting to the pheromones he had “enhanced” his musk with. Within seconds, she was panting as his cock reached the entrance to her slit, even as her eyes were wide and her limbs continued to fight against the bonds. Red made eye contact with his victim, and with a single thrust plunged his massive cock into her slit.
Even as his enhancements flooded her with pleasure, the sheer size ripped and tore at her cunt, causing a mix of pain and pleasure that drove her to tears. His weight on top of her felt crushing, and his right hand was squeezing her neck. As he thrust into her, her struggling stopped as she became incapable of fighting back, of resisting or doing anything but being his fucktoy.
After a few moments however, Red Raider grew tired. He was used to raping superpowered rabbit bitches who had the endurance and strength to make this fun, and this girl just wasn’t cutting it. They never do at this point, to weak and flimsy.
Deciding that this girl wouldn’t be able to meet his lust, he decided to use her to satisfy his hunger. As quickly as he had put them on her, the cuffs and muzzle fell off, leaving her naked on the ground as her withdrew. She had only a few moments to react to this change, before her head was engulfed by his muzzle. Red lifted her up, ignoring her weak squirms as her delirious mind tried to comprehend what was happening, and sliding her down his throat, his long canine muzzle guiding her down.
After only a moment, her entire upper body was inside him, and her squirms picked up as she realized what was happening. With a push he got her hips in, shoving her down into his gut. Squeaks of terror came up from his throat, and she tried to beat at the edges of his stomach, but his enhanced body easily took the blows, and after only a few minutes she quited and went still.
 Lying down on the grass, he patted his engorged stomach and used his suit to make a note of the girl he had eaten. Once she got out of the resurrection chamber she would probably not go jogging again for a while, but if he did run into her on patrol again he would know to just go right to eating next time.
After staring at the sky for a few minutes, he got up, got his suit back on, and went on. He had a reputation to uphold, and scaring a few street thugs who wanted to move in on his turf with an anthro-sized lump in his stomach was always a good way to do that and get some laughs in.