it's open season!

locked and loaded, stepping through the door,

sweat, latex, fur, and cum on the floor.

the orgy's throbbing, bodies entwined,

but i've got a mission, a special kind.

first round fired, wolf hits the ground,

mid-howl, now there's no more sound.

fox on a leash, crawling on all fours,

double tap - painted walls and doors.

a stag in the center, antlers askew,

balls deep in a rabbit, didn't have a clue.

pulled the trigger, their "love" was done,

blood on my boots, this is too much fun.

open season, furries on the floor,

one by one, adding to my score.

bagged and tagged, bodies in a heap,

preying on the wolves, preying on the sheep.

a raccoon in latex, squealing for more,

caught one to the chest, slumped to the floor.

the lion roars, tries to act tough,

but his head's in pieces - wasn't enough.

a husky yelps, tries to crawl away,

drag him by the tail, end his play.

the orgy's gone silent, except for the screams,

another notch on my belt, livin' the dream!

open season, fur suit bloodbath,

every "predator" running from my wrath.

latex, fur, and lifeless eyes,

mount them all - a magnificent prize.

they called this a den, a sacred space,

now it's just corpses, a hollow disgrace.

a pony's head, blown clean apart,

it's not personal; i'm just making art.

spent casings glimmer, the hunt complete,

bodies piled up, losing their heat.

fur suits shredded, masks torn away,

nothing left but silence - the hunter's ballet.