Author's Note

[Contains: Anal Vore, Oral Vore, Rape, Cruel Pred, Very Messy Scat, Incredibly Unhealthy Gryphons, and playing with the skulls.]

This was originally Part 22 (Bad End).

Hunted Down by the Gryphon Mercs of Talon Company!

Before you can move a muscle, you hear the faint click-click-click of claws on tile. The Gryphon must have heard you. Everypony freezes, Zephyr holding his rifle, Score cowering against the counter. A green laser sight sweeps across the wall slowly, playing across the cracked glass and faded posters of pre-war movie stars, advertisements for instant food, and anti-zebra propaganda.

The Gryphon starts moving again, the noise from the other side of the counter shifting left. You follow it with your eyes, looking away only to frantically (but quietly) dig through your bag. The shotgun’s the strongest thing you have, and you pull it out, checking it’s loaded. Zephyr’s eyes go wide trying to tell you something, but if he speaks, the Gryphon will zero in on your hiding place like a monster from the vault’s arcade machines.
Zephyr checks his own ammo as you aim at the end of the counter, waiting for the Gryphon to walk around it. Closer, closer…

The Gryphon steps around the corner of the counter, and there’s a split second of panic on her beak as she sees you. Then you pull the trigger of the shotgun, giving her both barrels.

The double gunshot roars in the burnt-out diner, and her armour is lit up with sparks as… the birdshot pings right off. The Gryphon looks down at her scratched, but un-penetrated breastplate, before looking back at you, and howling, “Motherfucker! You shot me!”

Zephyr tries to take a shot but the Gryphon’s faster, her Zebra Assault Rifle snapping up and barking three rounds into his chest. Zephyr’s own armour saves him from being shot outright, but it knocks him off-guard long enough for the Gryphon to dash forward, and yank his rifle right out of his hooves, tossing it across the room. Almost as an aftershot, she backhoofs you, knocking the half-reloaded shotgun skittering across the floor.

The tiles in here taste awful.

“Alright! That’s enough of that shit! You, flyboy, hooves up and wings spread! You, back there, with the horn! If I see any hint of a glow I’m shooting that glorified head-pecker right off your skull!” With a cruel grin in her eyes, she barely even glances at you. “And you, stay down there. You an’ me, we’re gonna have words.”

The green laser darts between the three of you for a few seconds, waiting to see if anypony tries anything. When you don’t, the Gryphon pulls a walkie-talkie off her belt. It’s already squawking with the voices of the other Gryphons.

“Gunshot! Where was that?”

“Shotgun blast, sounded like! Anyone got a shooter?”

Never taking her eyes off you and Zephyr, she clicks the button. “Had some raiders hiding out in the diner. They’re sittin’ pretty, looks clear. Glenda, keep eyes out for more, just in case.”

There’s a rhythm of thumps from outside as two more Gryphons land, and another thump accompanied by a shower of dust as one settles on the rooftop. Two more Talon Company Mercs step inside, and the first one waves them over. “You said we had raiders, Giselle?”

She shrugs. The laser never moves from Zephyr’s chest. “Maybe not. Fuckers tried to ambush me.”

“Well, let’s see who we got- Oh, wouldja look at that! What a coinky-dink!” A large black-feathered Gryphon steps past Giselle and grabs Score by the nape of his neck.

Holding him high for the rest to see, the Catbird easily dwarfs the diminutive Score, like a pony holding a kitten. “We found our target, just where that guy said he’d be. Whatcha got to say for yourself, Score?”

Score’s kicking the air frantically, but the Gryphon’s got a good grip on him. “I can cut you a deal! Please! I have caps! So many caps! In my bag!”

The last Gryphon finishes sweeping the rest of the building, popping out of the grimy bathroom. “It don’t work like that, Guy. We finish the job.”

“Please!” Score pleads frantically, his eyes landing on you and Zephyr. “Please don’t kill me! Take those two instead!”

The big Gryphon snorts. “Still trying to trade slaves, even now? You’re a fuck, Score. You’re lucky our guy wants you alive… Actually, maybe you’re not.”

The word ‘slaves’ catches your attention. “Wait, what-” You freeze as ‘Giselle’s laser snaps to between your eyes. “What do you mean slaves?”

The last Gryphon, bone-white and carrying a combat shotgun, raises a feathery eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you, huh?” Giving Score a glare, she continues, “Score here has been trading slaves for about 3 years now. Guy could make you sell your own mother to go cut steel. Someone’s had enough, and they want his head, but they want it still attached.”

Zephyr growls. “Score…” His own eyes flicking around the room, he focuses on the big Gryphon. “Listen, we didn’t know he traded slaves. He’s been dodgy every time we asked him what he does. We’re just playing bodyguard until we get to Dodge City.”

“We don’t like leaving loose ends. Too much vigilante justice in the Wasteland for that.” The Big Gryphon tosses Score across the diner to the bone-white Gryphon, who lets him bounce across the tiles before grabbing him herself, pulling out a burlap sack and some rope to tie him up with. The Big Gryphon turns back to Giselle. “Riddle ‘em.”

Giselle clicks her beak. “Uhm… Genghis? Actually…”

‘Genghis’ growls at her, but doesn’t say anything.

Clearly cowed, Ginny quickly asks, “Look, it’s been three days since we left Dodge City, I’m fucking hungry, the bitch on the floor shot me-” Almost as if to prove her point, her gut rumbles. “Come on. We got Score. Can I have a little fun?”

The bone-white Gryphon sighs, checks her Pipbuck, and nods. “Sure. You get the unicorn, Genghis gets the Pegasus. He’s been chewing through our rations, could use a good meal.”

“Thanks Geraldine!” She steps forward, and punches Zephyr in the face, stunning him a second so she can pass him to Genghis, who smirks. “Pass me some’a that rope. I wanna have some fun first.”

‘Geraldine’ retches, but passes him the rope. It’s quickly put to work by the Gryphon’s dexterous claws, and he rids him of all of his clothes and gear, before tying Zephyr tight, binding his legs to his belly in a sleek position.

He’s less than happy about it. “You talon assholes! You’re just raiders with better gear! If you’re gonna eat me, then fucking do it! Don’t draw it out!”

“Oh, I’m gonna. Just not gonna swallow ya.” He props Zephyr up against the counter, and turns around. The pegasus’s eyes go wide as Genghis spreads his asscheeks. Between them, the Gryphon’s asshole is clearly stained from the remains of his last meal. Whether he couldn’t find toilet paper or just didn’t care is a mystery for the ages.

Zephyr starts thrashing as Genghis sits back on his face, keeping him straight with his hinds, and pressing the end of his muzzle against the predator’s awful anus. Zephyr gets half a curse out before his head pops into the Gryphon’s rectum, thrashing around as much as he can in his bonds.

“Aw fuck yeah,” Grunts Genghis, still pushing back. His dick extends out of his sheath, and he’s quick to give it a pump, feeling the pegasus twitch wildly. Then his eyes fall on you. “Hey. Strip the bitch and bring her over here.”

Giselle frowns, but does so. You’re in shock as she does, but you wouldn’t move anyway. That gun’s still steadily held in her claw, even if her other claw is tearing off your vault jumpsuit, saddlebags, everything. It all falls to the tile floor with a clank and a rustle of fabric, and i’s only drowned out by a fart as Genghis pulls Zephyr deeper into his ass. He’s up to the poor pegasus’ waist. With another grunt, you see the last part of Zephyr you ever will; his nice ass and legs sliding into the Gryphon’s horrible ass with a noise between a slurp and a fart.

Geraldine waves a claw in front of her as Genghis drops back to all fours. “Ugh… Smells like a Diamond Dog’s scatpile. What have you been eating, Genghis?”

The huge Gryphon doesn’t even answer, simply grabbing one of the ancient leather seats from a burnt booth and yanking it off its screws, placing it in the open before sitting down on it. He starts really stroking himself as Zephyr slides through his intestines, accompanied by another fart. Then his eyes go back to you, and Giselle urges you forward at gunpoint.

Genghis’s cock… You’ve never seen a Gryphon’s dick before. You’re seeing so many new things as of late. It’s a wet black colour, and spiky, clearly being more cat than Eagle. And it’s huge. On a pony, it’d be so wildly out of place that it would stick out from between their forelegs, but on this Gryphon, it’s just proportional. As you realize Genghis wants you on it, you freeze, trying to look for a way out, any way out, but Giselle pokes you forward again with the end of her assault rifle.

“Get on it. Try anything funny, and I’ll fuck yer corpse.” Trembling, you move forward, and he pulls you onto his lap. Then he leans back, and you realize he’s not going to fuck you with it.

He’s going to make you fuck him.

When you hesitate too long, he reaches forward, grabbing one of Giselle’s revolvers off her flank, cocking the hammer and jamming it into the side of your head. “Move.” You can’t exactly refuse now, so you climb up, the revolver following you, until you press your own crotch against the end of his cock.

There’s no lubrication, nothing to make this feel good, you’re a toy for the big Gryphon’s pleasure, nothing else. He gives you a prod with the barrel of the gun again, and your grit your teeth before pushing your rear back.

The first six inches or so are okay. You could do this if it were just that. But as you start pressing further downward, Genghis giving a content groan, the spines slide inside. Even that’s alright, but as you hit your limit and try to pull out, the ends catch.

They don’t even draw blood, but it hurts,and you gasp in pain. Then you look into Genghis’ eyes, and you know you’re going to have to continue anyway. As you push down the second time, finally getting temporary relief from the spines, Genghis apparently decides you’re not moving fast enough. Dropping the revolver on the tiles, he grabs your shoulders. Before you can even shriek no, he slams you down.

You’re filled in an instant, squalling in sheer pain as he presses your crotch against his own. When something shifts beneath you, you freeze, only moving your eyes downward.

Zephyr is still working his way through Genghis’ intestines, and is still very much alive, squirming as he slowly slides through the maze of guts. A tiny trickle of blood drips down the Gryphon’s cock as you put a hoof on the bulge. “Z-Zephyr?”

There’s a muffled cry of, “Dusty! Help me!”

Before you can even think how, Genghis grabs your shoulders once more, and starts yanking you upwards and slamming you back down himself. Your eyes cross as you go into shock, trying to outlast the pain as Genghis brutally uses you as a cocksleeve.

With another groan, he finally comes just as Zephyr pops into his stomach. There’s a pause before he starts screaming, and the Gryphon lets you slump onto his barrel against Zephyr’s outline as he fills you with Catbird cum.

“Zephyr…” You gasp out.

The thrashing moves in your direction, but it does him no good. All he can do is press up against you. “Dusty! Oh fuck, get me out here! My feathers are falling off! It hurts! Fuck!”

You nestle your head against the Gryphon’s furry chest, against Zephyr’s thrashing form, as cum drips down the leather seat. “I’m sorry, Zephyr… I can’t… They’ve got a gun on me, I can’t…”

“Please! Dusty!” The thrashing stops as he just tries to press against the stomach’s lining against you. “Dusty! Help me!”

You sob against the outline. You can already feel him coming apart under your hooves. “Zephyr… I’m so sorry… I…” You choke up, barely getting it out as Zephyr slumps against you, unmoving now. “I… I love you, Zephyr…”

The world stops as you desperately try to hear Zephyr one last time. Straining your ears, you can hear the rustle of empty cans as Geraldine rummages through the kitchen, the faint dripping of cum on the blackened tiles, the heavy panting from yourself and the Gryphons in the room… But Zephyr is silent, save for the gurgle of the big Gryphon’s belly.

“Ah… that’s cute, little lovebirds…” Giselle steps closer, wiping her own cum on your chest. Apparently she enjoyed the show. “Time for lunch!”
Giselle grabs your shoulders, her claws replacing the previous pair as she pulls you away from Genghis’ chest. “Just relax, guy. I’ll suck her right off your dick.”

You look up at the busted fluorescent lights in the ceiling for just a moment before the view is obscured by Giselle’s beak-lined maw. You don’t care anymore, not even bothering to struggle as her mouth envelops your head, saliva soaking your mane, and the edges of her beak tickling your throat. She’s not even merciful enough to kill you, and just starts working herself down.

As she reaches your shoulders, you close your eyes, letting the sensations of the Gryphon’s throat wash over you. It’s like being yanked into a fleshy slide by huge muscles. this is what food felt like, you realized. What all those ponies you’d eaten felt like as they traveled down your own throat, to their own inevitable doom, unable to move, unable to struggle, as they were pulled into your throat like so much meat.

Giselle reaches your barrel, and starts tilting her head back, pulling you off Genghis’ massive cock with a warm, wet slurp and a small gush of pink cum, mixing with your blood. Gravity shifts, and you simply slide back, your own legs flopping in behind you. Briefly, you glance back up the throat, and get one last glimpse of the mid-day wasteland sun before your cruel predator’s beak snaps shut.

You’re quickly dropped into a fleshy cavern, splashing as your head splatters a small pool of acid at the bottom. You barely move as the acid drips down the walls, soaking into your skin. More begins dripping from the walls, and lazily you pull your hoof out of the fizzing, sizzling liquid.

All your fur’s coming off already, flaking off along with your skin, dropping with a series of tiny plops back into the pool of acid. You don’t even feel it, you’re still in shock from the brutal fucking you endured. or at least, you can’t feel until the pool fills past your barrel, and starts dribbling into your upturned, gaping vagina.

With a yelp, you try and pull away, the pain coming back in full force from everywhere the acid’s touched, but there’s nowhere to go. Your own frantic splashing mirrors Zephyr’s before you, and it’s just as effective. As your own thrashing starts stripping the flesh from your bones, turning the yellow acids dark red, you let out a scream.

The scream’s filled with pain. Not just from the acid, though that is the main motivation behind it, but also for Zephyr. That you never got to say you loved him, never got to feel his touch after that night, that you never got to say goodbye. As it trails off, you hoof pops, and you look down at it just in time to see it burn off at the knees, the remaining skin sloughing off with a slurp, before dropping with a splash into the acids.

You scream again, this time in terror and pure pain as the acid works it’s way through your crotch, burning it’s way into you, filling you with sheer blinding pain. After only a few moments more, the pain and lack of oxygen get to you, and your eyes roll back as you slump into the acid with a slow splash.

Your last thoughts are of Zephyr, and then… Nothing.

* * *

“Finally.” Growls Giselle. “Thought the bitch would never shut her trap.”

Genghis lets out a chuckle. “Suit yourself. I like the screaming.”

“We can tell,” spits Geraldine, stepping out of the Diner’s ruined kitchen. “By the way, all of the toilets were smashed. Judging by the graffiti, nopony really knows why. But there is a slide-open freezer in there you can use.”

Genghis nods. “Good. I’m gonna push this birdy right back out. Think they got any good gear on ‘em?”

He stood, walking past Geraldine as she nods. “I’ll check.” Giselle trails after Genghis like a lost puppy with a bloated belly, and they both enter the kitchen.

The freezer’s pretty easy to find. It’s just a white, metal magic-powered freezer. It seems to have shorted out when the bombs dropped, and the glass had been smashed in on both windows at some point. Bits of glass and empty food boxes sat inside, dusty from age.

Genghis rubbed his belly a bit before climbing on top, positioning his ass over one of the windows, and panted before squeezing his eyes shut. A loud fart tore through the empty kitchen, and bits of badly-digested pegasus slopped out into the container. Straining, Genghis pushed out a solid log thicker than a pony’s hoof, filled with bones, and the cork had been removed. A small shower of diarrhea-ed pegasus splattered the sides of the freezer, filling it with an inch of pungent liquid shit. The deluge was finally capped off with a skull, which plopped onto the pile, getting coated in more shit before rolling down into the water.

Giselle followed it, and as soon as Genghis had finished, shaking his ass in a corner, she reached in, plucking out the skull. Not even bothering to wipe it off, she set it on a nearby counter, and took her own position over the other freezer window.

“Time for you to-ah!-join your coltfriend…” She muttered. A stream of piss leapt to the pile of shit already in the freezer, soaking it and turning it to soup inside the pre-war appliance. When what was left of Dusty finally started tumbling out in clumps, it dropped into the puddle of piss and liquid shit, splashing and splattering it everywhere. With another grunt, a bone slid out, dropping into the soup with a clank, quickly followed by more.

Finally, Giselle looked down into the freezer, which was, by now, filled with the two ponies’ remains. Fur and chunks of mane mixed together, solid bones mixing with hollow ones, and it was all that was left of the two. Giselle smiled again. “Well, looks like you two get to be together again. I don’t think anypony will be able to pick you two apart now, though. You kind of look the same, like a big, worthless pile of shit!”

Something in her shifted with a fart, and she looked back at herself. “Up, hang on, might have missed a little bit of you, miss Bitchy McBirdshot.” With a good push, the Unicorn’s skull plopped into the soup, instantly sinking under the surface.

Giselle’s eyes lit up, and she didn’t even hesitate to stick her hand in the muck to fish out the skull. “Well hello there! Who’s a weak little pile of shit? That’s right, you are!” A turd slowly slid out of what had been Dusty’s eye socket, dropping back into the freezer.

“Well, I think it’s only polite to put you with your friend.” Setting Dusty’s skull down on the counter alongside Zephyrs, she looked at them for a moment, as if expecting them to make small talk. When they failed to so, she picked up one in each claw, putting on funny voices as she played with them.

“Well hi there miss Bitchy McDoubleBarrel!”

“Hi there, Feathers!”

“This sure is a predicament we’re in, isn’t it?”

“Sure is, Feathers!”

Behind her, Genghis stood, walking over from his corner. “Mind if I try?”

Giselle blinked, before shaking her head and passing the two shit-coated skulls to him. Genghis looked at them both, one in each claw, before slamming them together in the blink of an eye. Chunks of shit-covered skull scattered across the kitchen, and Giselle squawked. “Hey! I was having fun!”

“Let’s get moving.” Growled Genghis in response, leaving the kitchen.

Giselle took one last look around, washed up really quickly in a sink that still somehow worked (although the water was glowing faintly) and joined them, leaving the room coated in Dusty and Zephyrs remains.

What had before been a handy rest spot for caravans was quickly abandoned over the next couple of years. Nopony could handle the smell, and if they tried, they could have sworn they heard screams during the night...