My Four Legged Whore

Disclaimer: This has not and will not ever happen in real life! I’m a strict vegan, but have a taste for writing disturbing material. Anyone doing this to an animal in real life should be severely published.


You wouldn’t think I’m this fucked up. I look like every normal man you see. My family is wealthy, I have a good job, and I’m polite to everyone. As they say though, looks can be deceiving. Anyway, I usually start my day off by reading the classified ads in the paper. I do this to find my next victim. A victim of my perversions even more helpless than a child. I wonder what I’ll find today.
As I scan the paper, I find three suitable matches that could get me a victim tonight. A family has a baby and no longer wants their 2 year old lab. Labs are boring though, and I just slaughtered one last night. Another guy has a pit bull that’s too tough to handle. I don’t want one that’ll put up a fight. A woman is moving into a house that won’t allow dogs. There, that one sounds perfect! I rest my feet on the dead lab below me, and I dial the number from the paper to my cell phone. It rings three times and then-
“Hello, who’s this?” Answered the soft-voiced woman.
“My name is Lester, I was interested in the dog you were giving up. Care to tell me more about him?” I state in a normal, calm tone.
“Well, his name is Storm. He’s intact because I had plans to breed him, but those went awry.” She tells me, almost in a disappointed tone.
“He’s a wolf-German shepherd mix. Very nice boy.” She says proudly. Although my disgust for her grows. She’s just another backyard breeder who thought it’d be cool to have wolf puppies.
“Sounds like my type of dog, when can I come get him?” I ask, anxiously.
“Right now if you really want.” She says.