WARNING: This story contains several concepts which are not suitable for everyone, including but not limited to gay, furry, gore, scat, piss, blood, snuff, nonconsensual, nullification, beheading, amputation, and taxidermy. Please consider this fact before deciding to continue! The Carnival is in Town By Krechevskoy "I'll tan all your god damned hides!" Angus ran out onto his porch just in time to see a group of teenagers running down the street, several rolls of toilet paper spread over his yard and bushes. They did this every year and he was fucking tired of it! He grabbed his jacket and threw it on as he headed down the street after them. The large muscle bound werebear wasn’t wearing anything but boxers and the light jacket he had just grabbed as he headed off into the cool October night air. The three young male dogs were practically taunting him, stopping at each turn to flip him off and stick their tongues out at him. At one point the youngest one, a small husky, turned and mooned him, giving a nice view of a fair bit more than his ass. Angus kept after them though, thinking dark lustful thoughts of all the things he would love to do to that ass once he tracked it down. After nearly 20 minutes it seemed that they had finally made a costly mistake. They had all turned down a dead-end alleyway. Angus ran up, blocking their only way out with a big satisfied grin, sure he was finally going to get some revenge. Against him these pups didn’t stand a chance. Werebears are no smaller or weaker than a regular bear. The only major difference between them is their lack of fur. That and their half human cocks, which never quite went all the way back into their sheaths. At the moment that wasn’t going to be an issue. All this excitement was tenting out the front of Angus’ boxers as he slowly inched down the dark alley, slowly closing the space between him and the terrified boys. Once he got close enough to see the huddled boy’s faces though he stopped and his grin turned to a look of confusion. All three of them were smiling right back at him, the moonlight catching in their eyes. Angus growled as he lunged forward with his arms out towards them, “Wipe those dumb smiles off yer faces! Yer mine now ya little shitlings!” Angus may have been big and strong, but agility wasn’t his strong suit. The boys ducked under his grasp and he felt one of their fists make contact with his jewel bag, making it swing back and forth as his stomach knots up. He stumbled up against the wall and looked up to see them running past a small opening nearly hidden between two large dumpsters. He let out a pained grunt followed by a string of curses, grabbing at his orbs and making sure they were still intact. It wouldn’t be so funny once he caught them. He let out a pained groan as he stabilized himself and he walked towards the opening. He had to duck down to get through it, but the other side was a lot larger than he had expected. It looked like there was a large clearing in the middle of all these buildings which was filled with old carnival tents and stands. Come to think of it, he didn’t know where ‘here’ was. He had been so preoccupied with the chase that he hadn’t paid attention to where he was going. He looked around slowly trying to decide where the trouble makers had run off to, sniffing for their scent as he spotted a sign on top of an archway between tents. “Charnival: Exotic Excitement”, he read aloud. He didn’t know of any carnivals coming to town. In any case they didn’t appear to be open. All he had to worry about was tracking those boys down. Once he is finished with them he can find his way back home. He drew in another deep breath and started walking down the rows, following the scent of the young deviants. It was a rather quiet night, a full moon overhead making things easy to see as Angus walked along. He wasn’t paying much attention to the various attractions around him, focusing all his attention on finding the boys. He hadn’t been to a carnival since he was younger than them, and he had no interest in starting now. At least this place would give him plenty of privacy while he was teaching them a lesson. He stroked himself as he walked, more eager than ever to find them. It had been quite some time since he’d gotten any. His nose twitched as the smell got stronger. They seemed to have stopped moving, though he was starting to smell something else as well. It was a familiar coppery scent, though he couldn’t quite place it. He crouched down low as he reached the tent that the smell was coming from. They were in there all right; the smell was infatuating, mingling with his own musk. He stopped for a moment to stroke himself, removing his boxers and hanging them on the sign outside. Once his member was slick with precum he stood up and gripped the entrance to the tent, wanting to be ready to properly apprehend them this time. Angus threw open the tent entrance and then stepped back with a surprised whimper, falling on his ass, his jaw dropped. All three boys were in front of him, hung up by their feet, their heads laying on the floor below them, a tub under each body to catch their blood. It wasn’t just their head either. They had all been stripped and bound with leather straps first. There were three gaping bloody holes in the place of each of their genitals. Angus stood up slowly, walking into the tent, propelled purely by curiosity, looking around for their missing members. As he approached he found them, each shoved into their previous owners maw, their faces all still wearing those creepy grins. Angus whimpered and spun around, scanning the rest of the tent for their murderer. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realized that the other scent he had picked up was blood, and a lot of it. The whole tent was full of cadavers in similar conditions, at least 20 others, maybe more. He felt his stomach starting to turn as he dropped to all fours, throwing up in the trough in front of him. He wipes his mouth on his jacket sleeve and he backs out of the tent slowly, closing the cloth behind him. Angus whined, sure that their killer was still around. More concerning was the fact his cock was still rock hard. Didn’t it know that this psychopath was going to cut it off if he got caught? He closed his eyes and stood slowly, keeping his head turned away. His breathing was hot and heavy as he slowly headed towards the entrance to the tent, his head on a swivel as he watched for any movement. He stuck his head out and looked down the moonlit aisles, making sure both ways were clear before stepping out into the open. The image of the boys behind him was burned into his head, and his hard on just wouldn’t quit. As he stumbled out of the tent lights flooded the area, blinding him temporarily as the tents around him sprung to life. Furs in all manner of crazy outfits began pouring into the aisles and slow eerie organ grinder music began to fill the air. Angus shielded his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness change. The large tent in the center of the maze of tents opened up revealing a large red and black blimp, rising straight up into the air with two large screens on it with the words “CHARNIVAL!” displayed on top of what appeared to be a blood stain graphic. Angus reacted quickly, rushing back into the empty tent behind him and closing the canvas just enough to peek out as the throng of carnival operators set up their own personal tents. Had this many people really been hiding right in front of him? He had smelled them all before but he had assumed that it was lingering scents from the carnival. He had been so focused on his targets he hadn’t noticed how potent some of the scents were. As the blimp reached a good height the screens changed to a tall slender tiger in a black tuxedo with red pinstripes holding a microphone in his hands. Clearly visible behind him was an old larger male wolf bound firmly to a wooden horse with thick leather straps. His face was covered with blinders and a gag, but his hind quarters were clearly visible to the camera, his tail hole dripping with thick white cum. The tiger cleared his throat loudly as the people in the nearby houses came to their windows to see what the commotion was about, crowding to their windows or stepping outside to watch the big screens above them. “GOOOOOD EVENING, CITIZENS OF PALEVILLE!”, the tiger bowed to the onlookers before continuing, “My name is Charn. I am the ringmaster of Charnival. Situated before you is your town’s beloved mayor. We’ve been doing some hard politics for the past few hours, but he’s agreed to allow me to host my carnival here in your home town!” The tiger laughed as he turned toward the wolf and grabbed his plump nuts, pulling them down and twisting slowly, the large wolf struggling and whining, only succeeding in making the toy horse rock back and forth. “While we are here you will behold several strange and exotic sights. Most of you will soon be in positions quite similar to Mr. Mayor here.” He gave a sudden strong tug downward and a loud squeal could be heard all around town as the mayor’s scrotum was torn free from his body, leaving nothing but a bloody hole behind as Charn put the fist full of flesh to his maw and took a large bite out of it, quite like one eats a fresh apple. He smiled at the camera and the people below as he chewed, his chin dyed red with the mayors blood. “Attendance is mandatory. See you soon!” A swarm of bats in striped suits dropped out of the bottom of the blimp, spiraling downward to gain speed before spreading out towards the various residences. After a moment the screens switched to what appeared to be a live feed from the helmet of one of the bats. He was hunting down a woman carrying her young son, the screams being played for the whole town to hear through the blimp’s speakers as she was grabbed and carried back, dropping her son for only a moment before he was scooped up by another. Angus heart was rushing in his chest as he closed the curtains tight and turned around, looking for any possible way out of this mess. Stopping to take a better look he realized that the tent he was in was designed to store bodies quite like a meat locker. There were no real tools in the room to have done these acts, only to hang the bodies up afterwards. He did however find some of the victim’s former clothing a pile in the corner. His boxers were still hanging outside the door, leaving him in nothing but his jacket, which was not how he wanted to be with all these freaks running around. He dug around for a bit before finding a pair of skintight jeans which barely buttoned up and an old stretched out t-shirt, both marked here and there with blood, but relatively clean. Hell, he almost looked like one of the fuckers, he thought to himself with a shiver. Angus navigated his way to the back side of the tent and stuck his head under it slowly to look around. It came out into a much less populated aisle, and its few residents were busy with struggling civilians that they were dragging into their various tents. He stepped out into the lane and started to stride as naturally as he could manage, not sure where he was going, just trying to look like he belonged there. It actually worked surprisingly well for a while. A few flyers went over his head, but otherwise people left him alone. He was taken aback by a lot of the ‘attractions’ that were showing. There were gallows which had a noose around your scrotum as well as your neck. If you struggled enough to castrate yourself then you could survive, at least long enough to play a different one of their sick games. There was a similar one which Angus had stopped to watch, which had a small fox strapped in. It was a stone table with a guillotine above it. The subject was strapped in on their back such that if the blade was released then their head and hands would be cleaved off. The rope which held the large blade up had a noose at the end fastened behind the vulpine’s knot. Angus winced slightly as the fox let out a final defeated howl, his member being ripped forcefully from its sheath before the blade dropped and there was an abrupt stop to the noise. The cheetah who was clearly running the device signaled to Angus, inviting him to come closer. Angus froze for a moment, unsure what to do. If he ran he was sure to be caught, but he really didn’t want to have anything to do with this executioner either. He took a long slow breath and walked up to the device, standing opposite of the cheetah and looking him over. He was skinny, but very muscular. Designed for running down prey, the way all cheetahs were. This one did have a distinguishing mark though. Between his legs was nothing but a small scar running from his taint up to his belly button. Angus caught himself staring and quickly looked up at the feline. “Hey, give me a hand with this one mate. We’ve got to get it to the storage tent so I can start on the next one”, the cheetah said quite plainly, unfastening the foot straps, the head and heads having fallen into a rather full basket. The cheetah took the corpses ankles in hand, obviously leaving the opposing end for Angus to deal with. Angus suppressed his flight responses and gripped the fox’s elbows, hefting him off the table and following the cheetah’s lead. It was getting blood all over his jeans, and he felt like throwing up again. Thankfully his stomach was still empty from before as the two of them worked their way toward the center of the carnival. This sucked, but at least his cover wasn’t blown. Angus carried the body silently; quite content with staying that way, though his companion had different plans. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you a new recruit?” the big cat raised a brow as they turned around a corner, heading down a slightly less illuminated strip. “Not really, I just stick to the other side mostly. Lots of people here, it is easy to miss me I suppose”, Angus spoke in the coolest voice he could, trying to make his bluff look valid. “True enough. Either way, glad to see you’re over on this side of the caravan”, his smile was soft and genuine as they reached what Angus assumed was their destination and they set the body down on a wooden table outside a tent. Angus set it down gently, staring at the gaping hole that was left of his neck. This was all so much to be happening at once… By the time Angus looked back up he was surrounded by big strong dogs. They were all musclemen by the look of them, all of them also wearing crotchless pants to go with their crotchless bodies. Angus froze stiff leaned slightly over the Fox’s cadaver, a small whimper escaping his lips as the cheetah pressed up against him and gripped his hefty balls in their tight, blood-soaked cage. “Hey bear…. The boss never lets anybody keep these…”, the big cat nibbled on Angus’ ear for just a split second before he felt those powerful legs make contact, a firm knee rising up against his crotch, causing him to fall backward into the arms of one of the large dogs. The last thing he saw before passing out was his feet being dragged down the street and the feline laughing. - - - - - <SCENE MISSING> - - - - - Angus head was twirling. All he could think of was the pain in his loins, and a strong sense that he should be afraid of something. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright lights directly above head. It looked like a surgeon’s lamp, the bulbs all arranged in a honeycomb pointed straight down at him, the rest of the room pitch black from that position. He started to panic a bit as his memory rushed back to him like a bad dream. He wanted to scream but a thick rubber ball was fastened between his teeth, making it sound like more of a moan. He figured as much but he struggled to move his limbs, finding them all secured to the table as well. The only good news that he could think of was that his cock and balls were still in one piece. He lay there for the next 50 minutes listening to the sound of the occasional scream from other tents nearby. He already knew what was coming, and he wasn’t looking forward to it, but at the moment he just wished something would happen to break the boredom. He’d already wasted plenty of effort to say for sure that he wasn’t going to escape. This was it. They were going to castrate him, and then they were going to kill him… He finally heard movement in the dark, his eyes adjusted enough to see the silhouette moving towards him. A small white tiger with curiously blue stripes stepped into the light, wheeling a cart with him, covered in various cutting utensils, including a hack saw. “Hello there, big boy, I’m Dr. Krechevskoy. Sorry for the wait. It can take so long to make sure you toys are all done up properly”, the small tiger chuckled as he reached over and gripped Angus’ sore orbs, the wait long enough to relieve the swelling, but not the tenderness. Angus closed his eyes, expecting the next thing he felt to be a sharp scalpel. He shuddered with surprise at the alternative however, as a well lubed paw began to stroke his sheath, the other caressing the sore baby makers. Angus moaned in surprise, his member very quickly reacting to the attention. Angus knew it was only a trap, but this was more than he had been expecting. He was very pent up, and the tiger’s paws were smooth and warm. After just a few seconds Angus’ member was rock hard and dripping pre. If he’d had even thirty seconds longer then he would have had an orgasm, but that would never happen. Just as he was starting to get into it he felt the hot sting of the scalpel sliding through the flesh of his member, which was tossed rather carelessly into a big box labeled ‘Recyclables’. Angus cried out and struggled as hard as he could manage, whimpering as tears started to flow from his eyes. He had been right on the edge, for the first time in months, and now it was gone forever. Krechevskoy patted his cheek and chuckled, “Don’t worry too much about that old thing. Once I finish up with you it is the last thing you’re going to be missing.” Angus lay there in agony, struggling until he was too tired to struggle anymore, reduced to whimpering around the gag in his maw. The tiger picked out a thick metal rod with steel balls on both ends, holding it up to the light and inspecting it before screwing off one end, revealing a pointed tip. Krech grabbed Angus forehead, pushing his head back flat, the fight gone from him as the feline inspected his Adam’s apple, tracing the sharp point over it. It was a slow, careful push, which forced the rod through his vocal cords. He would never speak again, his attempts to scream little more than hot air and a light gurgle from the blood pooling in his throat. Krech screwed the ball back onto the pointed end of the rod, locking it in place. “There we go, now I can get a better look at you.” Krech unlocked the gag and pulled it out of Angus drooling maw, setting it on the table and looking back at the bulky werebear, barely able to keep his eyes open, his breathing heavy and slow. The tiger picked up a large needle off the table and shook his head, “Don’t you dare think of going to sleep on me. Some adrenaline should pep you right up before the next bit starts.” Once the needle was jammed in it felt like fire was pouring into his veins, the intense overdose of epinephrine amplifying his pain and holding him firmly in the waking world. He started kicking and tugging on his restraints, his breathing getting faster and faster, his heart feeling like it might beat right out of his chest. He could barely think from the combination of pain and energy that had been forced on him. Krech remained quite calm as he leaned down and plugged in his small circular saw to the power strip under the table and started the blade spinning loudly in the air. Angus suddenly became very still focusing his eyes on the rotating metal disk. He struggled harder than ever now as the blade came down toward his right shoulder. He shrunk away as much as possible before exhaling with all his might, trying to scream still despite the bar in his vocal cords. The blade made quick work of the thick limb, slowing only for a few seconds to work its way through the thick bone. That too was untied and tossed carelessly into the recycle bin, as angus cried silently, hoping that this was a bad dream, begging God for any kind of release, his skin being pulled tight over the large wound by two very experienced hands, a needle and some thick thread cinching off the opening. After finishing with the stitching, the blade fired up again, relentlessly moving towards Angus thighs. At this point anyone would have lost consciousness, but the adrenaline shot he had been given kept him wide awake and aware of every single nerve ending as it was severed from him. Roughly an hour later all four of his limbs had been removed, and even his eyes had been extracted from their sockets, leaving him blind and helpless. He could only assume that they had been tossed into the same bin as the rest of him. All he had now was four useless stumps, an empty sheath, and for some reason, his scrotum was still there, resting on the blood soaked table. He heard the tiger leaving the tent and then, after what felt like an eternity in darkness, Angus finally got to sleep. He didn’t sleep well, even in his dreams all he could do is relive that last few hours. - - - - - <SCENE MISSING> - - - - - Angus awoke later the next day in a tent, with a sign out front labeled “Krechevskoy’s Living Taxidermy Shoppe,” laid on his back on top of a counter along with several other furs who had received the same or similar modifications. He could only hear them moving around and smell their thick musk. A large male with a gruff voice stopped in front of him and gripped him by his balls tightly, causing him to writhe and struggle helplessly as a thick finger is shoved forcefully into his tail hole, making him clench down tightly, his virgin hole not expecting the intrusion. After some muffled haggling in the background, the same man returned and took Angus by the balls, the familiar sound of the tiger’s voice breaking the mundane silence. “Please enjoy your new purchase. As always, I’ve left the fuck slave’s balls intact for their new owner’s enjoyment.” Angus shuddered starting to realize his new fate. He wasn’t going to be killed, he was going to be some rich asshole’s fuck toy. “Thanks for the thought, but I won’t be needing them. They’ll only be in the way of a big bull like me.” His laughter was sickeningly deep as he took the knife from the tiger’s paw and struck it down hard, severing Angus’ genitals, leaving them and the knife stuck in the table, the whimpering fuck toy being loaded into the back of his master’s truck. The tiger went out to give him one last goodbye, using Angus’ blood as lubrication to force a thick plug into his virgin hole, locking it in place. The truck started up and drove off from the group of tents, bodies piled up all over the place, the free, living population of the town now reduced to zero. Some had ended up as fuck toys or opted to join the carnival, but nobody but the carnival’s rich patrons were going home that day. Krechevskoy walked back into his store and retrieved his knife, picking up the discarded scrotum, popping the succulent orbs of fresh meat into his maw and chewing slowly, a smile spreading across his face. “Nothing like a good sale…”