Author's Note

[Contains: Anal Vore, Rape, Cruel Pred, Radiation Poisioning, Digestion, Living Toilet, and a ghoul having his head crushed by ass fat.]

This was originally Part 28 (Bad End).

Grisly Ghouls and Radioactive Soda in Wishbone Canyon!

[FAILED] “Ugh, your breath stinks so bad I bet your ass smells like flowers, maggot-mouth.”

There’s a long moment of silence as the Ghouls blink at you in shock, and Zephyr stares at you, eyes wide. Neither of them can believe the sheer insanity of what you just said.

Zephyr’s the first to recover. His eyes snap back to the Ghouls, and he frantically yelps, “She didn’t mean that! She’s just- She’s, uh, she’s got Tourettes, she can’t control that, we didn’t think any of you were non-ferals-”

“Oh, I’m sure.” The rotting mare lips curl into a snarl. “Well, Smoothskin, since you’re curious, why don’t I show you just what it smells like? Tick-Tock, watch the Pigeon. Yellowcake… Hold her down.”

‘Tick-Tock’, it seemed, was a Ghoul who had been as such for a very long time, and had spent most of it fighting. He was wearing ragged, bloodstained combat armour, that looked as if it was in worse condition than he was. Most of his throat was missing, and his jaw hung off his head loosely enough that shifting his battle saddle-mounted shotgun to train it on Zephyr made it flop around like a limp marionette. He was maybe a week or two from going outright feral, but that was more than enough sanity to put Zephyr down if you resisted.

‘Yellowcake’ was the exact opposite. His eyes went wide again when the mare told him to hold you down, and he trembled in his initiate robes the whole time. His police standard .357 revolver wobbled uncertainly, bobbing up and down in his orange aura. His flesh sat uncomfortably on him, and a large chunk of it sloughed right off as he pulled the dead, impaled Feral off you. He only stared at the newly-exposed muscle for a few seconds before the Mare grumbled. “Yellowcake.”

“Sorry, Archdeacon Glowbright.”

When he touches you, it’s like being grabbed by a corpse, albeit a nervous one. He isn’t quite sure how hard he should be holding you, and you realize quickly he can’t have been much older than you are, can’t even have been eighteen, before he became Ghoulified. The skin of his frogs slides dryly as he shakily moves behind you, to a better position.

‘Glowbright’ is clearly the leader, you can see that now. You’re not sure what an “Archdeacon” is, but it had an “arch” so it must’ve been something high, and her robes seem somewhat armoured to boot. She pulls your 9mm out of your hooves with a burst from her horn, and your sword follows suit. Even her magic looks tainted…

She grabs your attention again as she looks over you. “Hmph. Stable Mare.” The magic grabs your riot helmet, and yanks it off. She barely glances at it before tossing it away to the side. “I’ve never liked how durable these jumpsuits are…”

There’s a tugging feeling from all around you, and then your suit just rips apart, shreds of cloth fluttering into the carbonated mud. You’re fully exposed now, and she smiles, appraising your body. “Pity you’re going to be radioactive shit in a few days. If you weren’t a smoothskin, you’d almost be attractive.”

“Please don’t do this.” You whine.

Her snarl returns. “You’re begging for forgiveness now?”

Your eyes flick to Zephyr. He rescued you yesterday, and the fact that he can’t do it now is clearly tearing at him as well. He looks ready to eat a facefull of buckshot to try and stop Glowbright.

An almost comically-tiny revolver flicks out of a fold in her robes, and she jams it under your chin. “Stand up, Smoothskin.”

You don’t want to, but that shotgun pointed at Zephyr is terrifying. You stand, afraid of what’ll happen if you don’t.

“Now, Smoothskin…” She turns around and shifts her robes, presenting herself, to your horror. “Put your mouth on my asshole.”

Grimacing, you tilt your head down. Her rear looks like the muscles of her anus are just barely holding the cheeks in place. Taking a deep breath, you poke the base of her rotted-away tail with your muzzle.

“Put your tongue inside.”

You tear up again as you poke your tongue out, sliding it into her anus easily. Rot has loosened it, and you can’t even taste it for a moment, it’s so overwhelming. When you can, all you can taste is decay, as if the mare had been dead for weeks. Your Pipbuck’s clicking reaches a new high, and you catch a glimpse of the display.

+56 Rads.

“Deeper.” Mutters Glowbright. Your eyes widen. There’s no way-

That revolver returns, the barrel jamming against your temple. “I said... Deeper.”

Making a sick whining noise, you push your tongue as deep as it can go into the Ghoul’s puckered asshole. From somewhere deep inside her intestines, you free a rancid pocket of air, and it squibs out, a faint spray of corpse juices splattering across your tongue. “If you swallow that, or spit it out, or vomit, Yellowcake is going to empty your head across the canyon.”

You nod, just enough to show agreement, and let it fester there, on your tongue. You want to puke, but you can’t, it just won’t come, sheer fear won’t let you. Finally, after a minute or two, Glowbright's teeth chatter in pleasure. “Good smoothskin. Now... Push your whole muzzle in.”
Your eyes catch Zephyr’s, and he finally breaks. “You motherfu-” In seconds, he’s silenced with a kick from Tick-Tock. You shift, trying to help him, but there’s a deafening ‘bang’ and the mud by our hoof explodes.

“You need to be punished for that,” Glowbright whispers, her voice echoing through the ringing of the gunshot. “Push your whole head inside.”
Zephyr’s still breathing. Still okay. But you have this horrible feeling that if you push your whole head in, it’s never coming back out. Glowbright makes the decision for you. “Would you like to lose a knee, perhaps?”

Once again, her asshole barely puts up any resistance as push your head forward, slowly spreading it over your mouth, your nose, even your eyes. There’s a sliding flesh-on-flesh noise, and it all goes dark as the anus closes around your neck, sealing your head inside Glowbright’s rectum. She stops you there. “That’s far enough, smoothskin. Yellowcake.”

There’s a brush of motion across your fur as Glowbright moves the pistol away, sliding it into a fold of her robes. You can hear her gentle, almost motherly voice, crooning quietly to him. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Yellowcake? I think it’s time to correct that.”

“I… I don’t want-”

“Yellowcake.” You can almost feel her glare from inside, and his sobbing starts anew as he moves behind you, leaning in close to your neck. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Hiking his forelegs up onto your back, you can feel a short, blunt cock poking at your crotch. “I’ll try and make this quick.... I’m so sorry…”

He thrusts into you with his rotting cock, and the thrust bumps your own shoulders against Glowbright’s ass cheeks. Yellowcake’s hooves flop at your hips, searching for purchase as he thrusts again. His belly presses against your back, and it’s slimy… But even if you could puke, you’d just fill Glowbright’s rectum with it, and you’d drown in your own vomit. At this point, that almost sounds like a good way to go.

Yellowcake’s inexperienced, but he’s trying. It’d be kind of cute if you were in literally any other situation. He’s a fast learner, too, figuring out how not to go so fast he starts deteriorating, but not so slow that you can’t get into it. Almost shamefully, you feel yourself getting wet… Actually getting turned on by his efforts.

But true to his word, he’s quick, and the most warning you get is some muffled panting from above as he jerkily thrusts extra hard into you. Slimy, radioactive cum fills your womb, and when he finally pulls out, he leaves slimy bits of solid residue that you don’t want to think about too much. The very thought of that turns you right back around to being repulsed, but you still can’t vomit—bile mixes with the Ghoul juices still on your tongue, but you can’t even taste it any more.

There’s a faint tremor as he slumps to the ground beside you and Glowbright. “Very good, Yellowcake. How was it?”

“Tight…. Warm… So warm, and wet…”

“Don’t get addicted to smoothskin pussy, Yellowcake. This one was your last.” She gives her hips a shake, and your head lolls around inside her rotten walls. “Guess you did good too. But not good enough, not yet. Finish it.”

This is it, then. After that something breaks in your heart, and you give a half-hearted nod, shifting your shoulders to join the rest of you. Glowbright starts pushing down as well, and you start sliding into her ass with the ease of a pony taking a shit. As you do, you get pushed around a bend in her guts. There’s a hole in the lining of her intestines, about the size of a bullet hole. That must’ve been how you could breathe in her for so long. Unfortunately.

You slide past it as you hips get sucked into Glowbright, and your knees bunch up as they slide in. The last taste you have of the outside is a weak kick of your hind hooves, and then you’re completely inside her guts.

Time starts to lose meaning as you’re quickly covered in more Ghoul juices, lubing you up for the trip deeper inside. Finally, you push through one last barrier, and your head pops out of a pool of glowing stomach acid. When your legs follow, you glance again at your Pipbuck.

912 RADS [DANGER! CRITICAL RADIATION POISONING]

It feels like it. Finally, you get enough willpower to puke, and brownish vomit splatters across the stomach lining, splashing into the green glowing acid, coating you with more of the acid. You can already feel it starting to burn through your own flesh, as your hinds finally join you.

Lacking anything else to do, you watch the Geiger counter of your Pipbuck, watching it steadily tick upwards, while counting down to your demise. In your last moments, your thoughts are of Zephyr.

1000 RADS [USER DEATH IMMINENT]

* * *

“We’ll stop here for the night.”

Yellowcake nodded and started robotically setting up camp, while Glowbright sat with a meaty thump on a flattish rock nearby, and rubbed her belly. “All that walking… Whoof. I think my meal’s just about finished.”

She turned with a sadistic smile to Tick-Tock, and his new feral. “Bring him over here. I need a toilet.”

With a stagger, the feral approached. Zephyr’s fur had all nearly fallen out, and his wings looked like chicken wings now, but he was still somewhat recognizable. He’d been carrying all of their gear, but Tick-Tock pulled it off, and he obediently stood, though wobbling, before Glowbright and her thick belly.

Glowbright didn’t leave him standing for long. “Feral. Sit here, open wide.”

As soon as he was still, Glowbright shifted, placing herself on top of his muzzle. She could crush his head with her newly-expanded ass if she wanted, but for now, a toilet would do. It was a good thing he didn’t really need to breathe any more, or he would’ve died a few days ago.

As soon as she was comfortably seated, Glowbright sighed, closing her eyes, and relaxed her asshole. With a wet fart and a massive spray of rotten juices, a slurry of barely-digested meat started sliding out—the last remnants of that Stable Mare that had killed the rest of their load of Ferals. It splattered into the mouth of the other pony, or rather, the shell he was now, and he eagerly swallowed the radioactive slop.

Glowbright groaned in pleasure. “That’s right, Feral… Worship me… Every inch of me, as you should, even my shit is holy to you… Don’t spill a drop!” Her eyes opened, and she noticed that the feral had gotten hard while she’d looked away. she smirked, and gently began stroking it.

Below her, the Feral had started packing enough shit away that his ragged belly was beginning to bloat, and she hadn’t even gotten to the solid parts yet. “You like being treated like this, don’t you? Being nothing more than a toilet, something that gets rid of my waste....” With one last, teasing stroke, she took her hooves off his cock, blue-balling him.

“You’re worthless otherwise, you know that? Just another lousy feral. Barely more intelligent than an animal.”

With another wet fart, the cascade of liquidy shit finished, and the Feral had a moment to swallow as Glowbright strained, pushing out the first solid log. “Feral! Get ready.”

As soon as it started poking out, the Feral was all over it, suckling the bone-laden brick of shit, lapping at it, nibbling at it, breaking it up into smaller chunks to swallow as splatters of shit began covering his muzzle. A large rib got between his teeth, and he mercilessly crunched it into dust with barely a thought.

Eventually, the log was done, but Glowbright was not. “Last bit, Feral. And I want you to swallow this one whole…”

It nodded, cock bobbing in the air, still frantically excited, as he wrapped his mouth around her anus. Then Glowbright pushed, and began shitting directly into his throat. This was easily the thickest log yet, and if the feral had been able to see it, he would’ve spotted the pony’s skull, Dusty’s skull, right at the front. Of course, it wasn’t Dusty any more.

All he knew was that the head of this log was especially smooth and solid, and he started choking out of habit as he tried to swallow. But it just kept coming, and Glowbright kept pushing, never giving him any reprieve. Gagging, the end of the log practically made it all the way down to his stomach before she finished shitting with another spray of Ghoul juices. With nowhere to go, since his throat was occupied by what was left of Dusty, it filled the rest of his mouth and washed over his lips, soaking him in putrid, corpse-scented liquid shit.

Glowbright finally sat up a bit, and looked beneath herself, at the cough, choking Ghoul. “And you can’t even handle that. Pathetic.” She gave his bobbing cock, still hard as iron, one last look before deciding. “I’m doing Our Lady a favour.”

Then she slammed her ass down, pulping the Feral’s head with a crunch. The cock twitched one last time before letting out a spray of glowing cum straight up, landing all over the rock and the dying Ghoul’s belly. Its legs flopped a couple times weakly, and Glowbright ground her asscheeks back and forth over the fragments of skull and shit, making sure it was dead.

When it finally stopped moving, Glowbright sighed, and rolled off the rock. “Pity it couldn’t handle my shit. It was a comfortable toilet.”