Author's Note

[Contains: Mid-Coitus Death by Hypothermia, Hard Vore, throats being torn out, really gross rape by Mutant Hounds, Oral Vore, Digestion, and a Nuclear Reactor self-destructing.]

This was originally Part 48 (Bad End).

Bred by the Raider's Pet Mutants!

“Freezer!” You shout, and the line starts crawling through the vents again. The explosions behind you start to slow, with more and more time between each concussive ‘thump’ rattling the sheet metal tunnel, but it never seems close to stopping. After a couple more minutes of frantic crawling, you begin feeling the metal under your hooves getting colder and colder. You’re close.

There’s a yelp from up ahead as Eissen falls out of the vent back into the freezer, and you can hear the ice crystal crunch as he lands. Spinning’s quick to follow, flopping forwards and sliding out of your way. A cloud of steam pushes in, bringing with it the scent of raw meat. Wrinkling your nose, you flop forward as well, and shrug to your hooves while the silent raider with the rifle follows you. He nearly loses his bodged-together firepony’s mask and helmet, but he’s quick to keep it on his head.

Then the smell really hits you. Eyes watering, you turn around, and really look at the freezer for the first time. Before, you were bolting through, running from the psychotic cooks in the kitchen, and only got a glimpse of frozen meat on hooks before you were climbing into the ductwork.

There’s at least a dozen defrosting ponies in here with you, all in various states of dismemberment. A few have hooks through their throats and glassy eyes, while others have hooks through their hind ankles, and were clearly drained of their blood. One’s been completely taken apart, with all of his limbs on separate hooks and the rest of him left on a spit set into the floor. But the worst are probably the three frozen ponies in a corner, fully intact and frozen solid, who were apparently fucking for warmth when hypothermia took them. They must have just been locked in here.

Your eyes snap to the door, and you notice with a shudder that there’s no handle on the inside. “Spinning! How does this door open?”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t, not from the inside, but we ain’t exactly reinforced it. A solid enough buck or a bullet in the right place should pop that sucker open.” The other raider squirmed out of the vent, and was quickly followed by Optic, who takes a deep breath and lies against the wall. “So… bucking… sick… of Celestia-damned… air-ducts.” The raider with the rifle nods in agreement.

Calling on all of your earth pony strength and a bit of your hoof-to-hoof combat skill, you turn your back on the door, before balancing on your forelegs and bucking it with both hooves as hard as you can. All of your weight and the weight of everypony you’d ever reduced to ass fat is thrown against the door on a single point, and the door doesn’t stand a chance. The whole thing nearly flies off its hinges, but a single one at the bottom holds strong, and the door smashes with a scream of metal against the wall beside it.

You regret it a second later. While the corpses in here definitely smelled bad, at least they had been somewhat preserved. The smell of death going stale floods into the freezer, and everypony starts retching, save for the pony with a rifle, who seems to sort of protected. Lucky bastard.

“Augh!” Squeals the raider mare. “I thought that assclown Chew Toy said he was going to clean this shit up! Why is it still rotting?”

There’s another scent on the breeze, and you unholster your 9mm before poking your head back into the kitchen. It smells like burnt food… As you pass a still-glowing oven, the scent gets ludicrously stronger, and you stop to pull it open, curious.

Bucking hell, it just seemed to be going from bad to worse. A cloud of black smoke pours out, engulfing you as the oven door opens. Waving it away, you peer inside with teary eyes, to see the burnt husk of a mare who’d been put in to cook. In fact, she might have been one of the cooks, depending on who caught the blame for letting you escape. But you’d never be sure, crispy as she was.

Slamming it shut again, you coughed a bit more of the smoke out of your lungs. Behind you, everypony else was filtering out of the freezer, holding their muzzles, though Optic and Eissen were still clearly keeping an eye on Spinning and his raider buddies. He didn’t seem none too pleased about it. “Alright, so we’re out of that ruckus. Now that we’re clear, what exactly is your plan, Missy? And don’t think I’ve forgotten about Mercy…”

“Buck’s sake, will you shut up about Mercy?” You growl, striding down the Kitchen with them following you. “We’ve got bigger problems right this second than some raider chick I shot!”

You stride past a side passage you must have missed before, not that it would matter. Looks barricaded. Must be how they got the food out, though. Then your ears prick up at the sound of a pony galloping behind you, and Eissen shouting “Dusty!”

You turn just as Spinning tackles you, and your gun goes skittering across the tile while the back of your head smacks the floor. You come to only a second later to Spinning screaming something, nearly frothing, with both of his revolver’s barrels pressed against your forehead. “-talk about Mercy like that, consarnit! I oughter blow your brains out against the floor right now!”

Behind him, Eissen and… oddly enough, rifle raider, were galloping over to help, while the raider mare and Optic had drawn on each other. But all of a sudden, Eissen froze, his eyes wide as saucers. Even Spinning, the psychotic asshole, had frozen,utterly fixated on whatever was behind you. Slowly, you let your head fall back, and tried to look at it too.

There was… something, standing in the doorway, growling quietly at everypony. Like somepony had fed a rabid dog a steady diet Rage, Stampede, Hydra, and raw, possibly still-screaming meat. It’s muscles were huge, grown massively out of proportion—Luna’s teats, its foreleg was bigger than its head! And the teeth… either somepony had spent weeks filing every single one of the teeth down to a sharp point, or they just grew in like that, splitting their cheeks back to the bone.

Quietly, the growling increased, and two more slowly padded around a corner. In a terrified whisper, Spinning whined, “Oh buck me. That idiot thought the best way to clean this up would be to bring them all here from the kennels.”

The near-silence was broken by one of the dogs letting out a blood-curdling howl, and the other two quickly followed suit, with the noise of a dozen more down the tunnel echoing with a chorus of barking. Then they leapt forward, and all hell broke loose.

Spinning was on his hinds in a second, revolvers flashing as he tried to gun them all down, but he was still a terrible shot. Behind him, Eissen turned tail and ran, one hound already having picked him out and hot on his hooves. The raider with the rifle was firing but he only managed to drop two dogs before a third leapt onto him, chewing at his throat. It might have been bite-proof as far as ponies were concerned, but it didn’t stand a chance against these dogs. There was a single loud gurgle as he fell behind the stained-steel island, and blood squirted back up, spraying against the wall.

Spinning was bowled over by another dog in nearly the exact same way, but he managed to get his foreleg into the dog’s jaws, trying to fight it off. All that did was give it something to hold onto, though, and it was more than strong enough to pull back, taking his entire foreleg with it.

Spinning screamed like a little girl as he clutched at his new stump, but he was quickly cut off by another dog leaping onto him and shaking him by his head like a rag doll. You didn’t hear the snap, but when it let go of him, Spinning flopped to the ground like a broken toy, and the dogs truly began to dig in.

Eissen hadn’t made it far before he tripped, and lay on the floor, trying to scrabble away from another dog that was absolutely playing with him. A moment later it leapt on his hinds and starting gulping the pony alive and whole inside his Stable suit, while he screamed, “No! Please! Not like this, I don’t wanna get eaten by a raider dog! Luna-dammit, we got so far-” Then he was a squirming bulge in the hound’s gut as it settled down for a nap right there and then. Eissen was still struggling inside, and you could hear muffled shouts of “Help”, but as much as you wished you could, you remained frozen, hoping against hope the remaining dogs would somehow skip right over you.

At the far end of the room, Optic had taken the opportunity to fry the raider mare, mostly out of sheer pettiness than anything else. Her laser rifle flashed red, and the mare screamed as he her hooves exploded into ashes, settling into a red, smoking pile on the floor. Still, maybe she was the lucky one. The scent of burnt ozone and carbonized pony quickly blended with the rest of the smells in the Kitchen.

Optic tried to run after that, but yet another dog leapt onto her back, and tackled her to the floor on her belly. Then they both froze, Optic out of fear, and the dog… Seemed to smell something. Backing away slightly, it sniffed the air again, then nipped at Optic’s rump, tearing open her Brotherhood undersuit. She shrieked as it leapt on her again, humping the defeated Crusader against the floor like it was mating her.

Your attention was suddenly grabbed as you heard a low growl behind you, and another hound, seemingly the largest you’d seen yet, padded around to your front. It sniffed as well, nosing its way in between your hinds, and you let it, too afraid of what might happen otherwise. You’d rather let this thing fuck you instead of end up dog food, after all. You grit your teeth, and mutter, “good doggy…” as its snout wanders under your skirt. You jump as it’s mouth opens, and a greasy pink tongue slithers out to start slobbering over your crotch.

You’re not in heat—you’re pretty sure, anyway—which means that this thing’s nose is just that good. Slurping and slobbering, you start getting turned on just from the sensation alone, even letting out a little whinny when your lips clench around his tongue. All of a sudden, the creature’s head whips up, looking you dead in the eyes, and you nearly piss yourself.

Padding over your belly, you hold your breath while the dog continues to growl slowly, wondering what you did wrong. It gets close enough that you start to fear it’s planning to bite your head off, but all of a sudden it stops. Then there’s a sliding sound, and a long, twisted dog cock falls from under its belly, slathered in some sort of mutant mucus.

Your eyes are drawn to Optic again as she shrieks. From what you can tell at a glance, her own dog just knotted her, and it’s finishing. With a bark, the hound on top of you chastises you for looking away, and keeps up a low growl as you gulp, looking at its dick again.

“Okay, okay, just… hang on…” You whimper, slowly taking hold of the mutant dog cock with shaking hooves, and line it up with your own crotch. At least all the slobber seemed to lube you up. As you push the head of the shaft into yourself, you shiver, and the dog takes over, thrusting inside hard and fast, jerkily and not giving a shit about you.

It’s like getting fucked with a sausage, greasy and unpleasant, but still exciting enough that it’s kind of arousing. It’s physically smaller than Zephyr had been, but the hound is using it recklessly. It’s nothing like the stallion’s caring touch.

It chuffs again as it humps you, and you’re unsure if it’s trying to breed you properly or just wants a quick fuck. Its breath is just ungodly, and it’s breathing the scent of rotting meat across your face with every huff. There’s drying blood staining the creature’s lips, and you practically scream when its long, flat tongue lolls out and slurps across your muzzle.

Is it tasting you, or just instinctively showing affection? After the licking, it pulls back, mouth still lolling open. The worst part is, with its lower jaw hanging slack like this, you can see into its mouth, practically right down its throat. You start letting out groans and moans, faking being more aroused than you really are, desperate not to end up a meal at the end.

Moaning, your head flops to the side, and you catch sight of Optic again. The mare looks exhausted, barely able to move, and the dog on top of her has finished. Suddenly, she jerks, and howls as the dog pulls itself away, apparently tearing out the knot. It’s followed by a torrent of off-green canine cum, mixing with blood, and Optic looks at it despondently as the hound circles around her.

Then it drops low and pulls her hinds into its mouth. It takes a second for her to realize what’s happening, and even as she struggles lethargically, it’s working its way up her body, slurping more and more of the Crusader inside its throat. She lets out a final, shrill scream that gets cut off as it wolfs her head inside, gulping her down. The screaming starts up again a second later, muffled like Eissen’s, but the dog doesn’t care. It too just settles down for a snooze.

Your blood freezes, and your eyes lower to your own pet canine rapist, under his panting muzzle to the the shaft still thrusting inside you jerkily. Closer to the base, the cock widens, turning round, blood-red, and veiny. Slowly, you snake your forehooves between both your bodies, hoping you could rub it and get him off without pushing the knot inside.

As you start caressing it, rubbing all over the surface, your hooves get covered in the same mutant slime the shaft is soaked in. It’s like sweat gone wrong, with the slimy texture of cold cum, and it gunks up your hooves in a way you’ll never be able to wash off.

The hound huffs again, and starts speeding up as you fondle his knot. “Shit, no, no, no, come on, you don’t need to do that, I’ll jerk you off-”
With a particularly hard thrust and another bark, the dog slams it inside, and it feels like he just split you open. You let out a girly shriek of your own, and your hooves stiffen, frozen in pain as the dog just keeps thrusting inside. With shaking hooves, you feel around your pussy, feeling for tears, and somehow don’t feel any. You can feel the surface of the knot under your own skin, though, and you can feel the pressure of it spreading you open agonizingly wide.

The dog howls, getting close to finishing, and you can feel the cock and knot twitching inside you. The thrusts get deeper, probing your insides, and he’s slamming himself inside like a rubber jackhammer. A moment later, you shriek again as he fills you with boiling mutant cum, the liquid filling every spare inch, and there’s not much room. Worse, his knot hold it all in, sealing your crotch, and soon the only place the cum can go is pushing itself inside your uterus. The dam breaks from the pressure, and it’s like liquid pain pouring right into your guts.

You slump back onto the cold tiles, panting and making a traumatized keening noise as the mutant hound slumps on top of you, panting right into your face. You don’t even want to think about the internal damage, and your eyes roll away from the dog, focusing on Eissen. Absently, you watch Eissen squirm, still trapped inside the belly. The stallion never really stopped fighting and sloshing the belly from side to side, but the last few seconds seem particularly frantic. Which is why seeing them stop is so jarring. It looks like he just slumps inside, and the belly sloshes from side to side one last time before settling for good.

You’re left feeling hollow. At the very least, you thought you could maybe get out of here, save Eissen and escape. The damage the dog’s done is survivable. But now Eissen’s dead, and you’ve officially failed what you’ve set out to do. There’s movement suddenly, the dog standing up, and tugging on his knot without thinking.

Hurriedly, you try and slap at your crotch to keep him knotted, or at least ease him pulling out, but he’s too strong, and there’s nothing you can do as he tears it out, blood and greenish dog cum squirting across the tiles between your legs, burbling out of your ruined pussy.
Panting, sobbing, and frozen from excruciating pain, your eyes wander the kitchen. Suddenly a gleam catches your eye across the room. Your trusty 9mm, still lying where it fell. If you can get to it…

Your hooves scrabble across the floor, aching and sore, as you try and leap away from the jaws that you know are coming for you. But you’re too late, and the gun’s too far away. Sharp canine teeth dig into your hind, and the hound drags you back across the dirty, stained tiles, right through the puddle of cum and blood. You slide to a stop on your belly, face soaked in the mess, as the dog bites into your ankle again.

With a scream you feel yourself yanked upwards. The dog is literally strong enough to flick you into the air like a pet treat, and for a single brief second, you’re given the sensation of flying. You nearly touch the ceiling as you flail, helpless against the dog’s abuse of gravity, before your vision flips back towards the floor… and the dog's’ open mouth, a million miles below and yet far too close.

The dog’s jaw is like an obscene flower, splitting open impossibly wide, and you’re helpless to stop yourself from plummeting right into his mouth. You land face-first, and the jaws snap shut around you, already pulling you back into his throat. You don’t even have time to scream before you’re sliding down it’s pulsing, throbbing throat, flesh rolling and pulling you further down. You can only manage a whimper as the throat opens before you, sucking you into his belly full of rads and acid, Pipbuck clicking as you drop into the burning liquid.

You scream properly as you’re pressed into a fetal position, and the acid instantly starts sloshing directly into your gaping crotch, unable to even squirm as you start digesting, becoming just another meal for the dog, squirming and fighting just like Eissen had before you.

With its prey secure inside its belly, the Hound snuffles at the ground, then starts waddling back down the tunnel into the room full of cages. Plodding into one he’s decorated with less-intact corpses, he circles a makeshift bed before settling down on top, blood squishing out and staining its fur with fresh crimson.

His sleep is only disturbed when a faint rumble starts to shake the rock around him. Though he’ll never understand how, a grenade detonating inside Optic’s suit, a last-minute effort of a dying pony, causes the miniature fusion reactor to go critical. All he’ll ever understand is that there was one final rumble (as the base’s reactor is damaged and starts to melt down) before everything went white for the mutant hound.