Lesson Applejack

Spike growled and stepped back forward only to get kicked with both of Scootaloo’s hind hooves squarely in the face. He fell on his ass this time. His gut full of Sweetie Belle's flesh wasn't helping him either, making it harder to get up quickly. Scootaloo screamed as if a battle cry and began stomping up and down on Spike.

“AJ help me!” Spike cried out. It seemed his prey was biting back.

Applejack shook her head and backed off to give them space, “Sorry, lover boy. Doesn’t matter to me which of ya kills tha other.”

Scootaloo managed to get a chunk of brick and began pounding Spike in the face with it. At first Applejack thought she would cave his face in similar to how she did with Twilight, but once Spike was out cold, she didn’t finish him right away. Instead she rolled him over, using the excess length of his own leash to tie his arms securely behind his back. She wrapped his legs in the length as well, and tied the two together securely.

At first it looked like Scootaloo was going to go back to hot lesbian necro-sex with her hero while she waited for Spike to wake up. Applejack was going to allow it in fact, but just as Scootaloo was about to dive in, Spike moaned and stirred, wriggling and finding himself tightly bound.

“Fuck,” Spike growled. Well at least he got to act on his instincts once before he died.

“What the fuck Spike?” Scootaloo agreed with the exclamation at least, “Y-you… you butchered her! As she begged for mercy!” So she had been paying a little attention it seemed, “That psycho redneck bitch turning on us in one thing, but you were our friend!”

“Um, sorry?” Spike offered, grinning a bit sheepishly, though it was hard to be sheepish with bits of Sweetie Belle still stuck to his face.

Scootaloo sighed, looking back at Applejack, who just smiled and waved a bit. Scootaloo turned back to Spike, “She’s gonna kill me, and I can’t do anything about that… but I can do something about you killing Sweetie Belle, so that’s just what I’m going to do.”

Scootaloo looked around the room as if to see what she had at her disposal. She grabbed hold of the rest of the bag of salt, but didn’t seem to know what the pop rocks were for; she just ate the remaining ones. She grabbed the bloody shard from the floor that had been used on previous victims, but after checking the sharpness she frowned.

Scootaloo looked at Applejack, “Do you have like a really sharp knife?”

Applejack and Scootaloo stared at each other a moment, before Applejack opened her saddle bag slowly, pulling out a sharpened meat cleaver. She paused before tossing it over, “You try anything funny, sugar cube, and ah swear ah will torture you fer days before ah let you die.” She then tossed the knife over to Scootaloo, keeping her distance and watching her closely. Scootaloo wouldn’t be able to charge at her from this distance without her having plenty of time to prepare, and Applejack could always charge in herself and stomp the little one’s head in if Scootaloo tried to cut her leash.

“Ya try anythang funneh…” Scootaloo mocked with and over-imitation of Applejack’s accent, “Oh just shut up you fucking mud-pony,”

Applejack liked Scootaloo’s spunk, mocking and throwing racial slurs at her soon-to-be killer, so she grinned and allowed it. She wanted to see how Scootaloo’s angry little mind would come up with for torturing Spike.

“I don’t usually get off on suffering,” Scootaloo said, waving the knife in front of Spike’s face, “But I’ll do my best to make an exception.”

“Well ah’ll get off on it, if that helps,” Applejack cracked.

“I swear,” Scootaloo grumbled, “If I get one more comment from your stupid hick mouth, I will slit both his and my throat and you won’t get to see either of us tortured.”

Well, Scootaloo was the first victim to actually make a doable threat against her, and she seemed crazed enough to do it, so Applejack went quiet and let her work. Though now Applejack was worried Scootaloo might slit her own throat anyway after Spike died. Applejack would have to be ready to run in and pull the knife away near the end.

“What’re you gonna do?” asked Spike, the recently tough dragon now shivering in fear.

Scootaloo didn’t answer. Instead she got some of the wire Applejack had used to tie off Big Mac‘s cock, apparently having noticed it had been done, and rolling Spike over to get at his cocks. She turned and rubbed her gooey fun hole against his shaft, feeling him get hard rather quickly. She then turned back around, slurping one shaft and then the other into her mouth, slurping at it to make sure it was at full hardness.

Finally she tied the strand tightly around each base, pulling them tight separately. Spike groaned at the muzzle on them, then squeaked a bit as she started to tighten the grip, until circulation was completely cut off between his body and his shafts. Scootaloo tested how good it was working by suddenly biting down on one of his shafts, grinding her teeth along the length to the base and then back again. She then immediately repeated the test on the other.

It seemed to work. Spike squealed again as she bit down and started to cry himself as she worked her teeth down and up each shaft. Despite the obvious drop in his arousal, the cocks didn’t deflate even a little bit, and this also had the added benefit of ensuring he couldn’t cum again, though she doubted that would be a problem.

Instead she rolled him over onto his back, taking the knife in her mouth and holding him, the carefully bearing down. Spike grunted as he felt it eventually split the scales, but it was slow going. Watching Scootaloo work, Applejack finally realized that she was attempting to skin the dragon.

“Uh, sugar cube?” Applejack actually tried to sound polite, “Ah got a knife that’s especially fer skinnin’ if you’d like to try it instead. It’s even enchanted…”

Scootaloo paused and glared at Applejack, “Fine, toss it over here. But don’t dare come a step closer.”

Applejack smirked at the request, but nodded, digging through the saddle bag and retrieving the special knife she had brought for exactly this use. She tossed it over to Scootaloo, who slowly picked it up, suspiciously looking at Applejack still. Scootaloo was surprised though when it really did work. She still had to strain herself, but the scales did come up much more easily.

“Whoa, whoa!” Spike blurted out, “Skinning? Come on Scoots let’s talk this out.”

“The only sound I want to hear from you is screaming, “Scootaloo answered coldly.

Once the blade was moist with blood, the began to dip it into the bag of salt in between. She rammed the blade against the corner of one of his chest plates then, prying hard until it popped away from his body, making him jerk and groan at the suddenly feeling of cool air against his bare muscles. Scootaloo ripped the first plate off, tossing it aside before beginning to work on the next one.

It was tedious work, pulling up one plate at a time, moving to start up at his neck and moving downward over his body. She pried off the two plates that separated to let his cocks slide out, then went further down to the end of his tail. She then twisted and cut until she managed to cut off the tip before moving upwards along the top, digging through and pulling off his purple scales as well in strips.

Applejack expected Scootaloo to get into it eventually, but she kept the same cold icy glare, refusing to answer Spike’s occasional pleas for mercy and not so much as twitching her cute little behind to indicate arousal.

All the same she did her work well, rolling Spike when she needed to and even managing to work around the ropes, moving them one way and the other to get the scaly flesh beneath. Periodically she would stop to rub salt all over his exposed flesh. Soon she had worked all the scales off of his torso and all of his limbs, then even peeled the skin off his head and face, his own tears now burning at the exposed muscles.

“Fine, you’ve had your fun,” Spike wept, “Cut my throat or whatever you want to do.”

“Not done,” answered Scootaloo coldly, “I’m gonna take away everything that makes you a dragon.”

Scootaloo then held down one of Spike’s claws and jammed the blade into it at an angle. It wasn’t easy holding down each finger to pry out the claw, but she managed to do it, the sharp little falling to his back as they came free, the dragon yelping with each new twist. Scootaloo carefully gathered up the bloody claws and put them aside, then walked around to Spike’s face.

Scootaloo suddenly stabbed the blade into Spike’s maw as well, before he knew it twisting it about and managing to pop out a tooth which thumped to the ground. Spike closed his mouth of course, but Scootaloo could still reach the ones in front, so the dug them out one at a time. After she was done with that, she used the first knife Applejack had tossed her to pry open his mouth; now if he bit down he’d be biting into the blade.

She was able to rip the last of his teeth out with his muzzle pried open, actually starting to show a bit of a smile as she looked down into his face, twisted in pain. Once done, she pulled back her knives, curiously licking some of the blood off and shrugging at the taste.

“Do we have quick drying glue in your little murder kit?” Scootaloo asked.

“Sure do,” said Applejack, scrounging through her saddlebag and tossing a tube of it in Scootaloo’s direction, “We think more alike than you’d like to admit.” She added when Scootaloo didn’t answer, “Ya almost done there?”

“I’m gonna glue his teeth and claws to this bloody dildo rubble thing and fuck him with it,” Scootaloo explained gruffly, “Then I’m gonna rip out his still beating heart like he did to Sweetie. Then I guess it’s my turn.”

“You fergot the part where you fuck his corpse,” Applejack pointed out, “That’s an important part of murder.”

“Fine I’ll fuck his corpse, couldn’t hurt,” Scootaloo shrugged.

“W-what did you say you were doing?” Spike stammered, his voice a bit slurred due to his toothless state.

“Not as much as you deserve,” snapped Scootaloo back at him as she started work on the dildo.

She carefully glued each of the teeth she had extracted from his maw onto the dildo, facing all sorts of directions to make sure it ripped going in and out. She then put the claws on it after that, all facing up or down in various places on the dildo. The glue really was quick to dry when exposed to air, so the parts seemed pretty steady within a few minutes.

“Scream for me,” Scootaloo said darkly as she pushed Spike’s tail out of the way.

Scootaloo enjoyed how he tensed up in anticipation of the agony, and jerked when she put the tip to his tailhole. She started to push hard, and it popped inside him a bit easier than she expected it to. It made her wonder if he’d been fucked up the ass before, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered is that he shrieked as soon as she thrust it in.

Scootaloo’s smile widened as she looked up at Spike face, repeatedly shoving the spiked dildo deeper with each thrust. She rammed it as deep as she could without losing her hold on it, then ripped it back out, blood drooling from his ass now, bits of flesh hanging from some of the jagged teeth and claws. All the time Spike screamed like a little bitch, sobbing and squirming no less fantastically than Sweetie had as he was raping her.

Not even Scootaloo could see him writhe in such agony and not be affected, her hips starting to roll, idly rubbing her pussy against one of Spike’s legs as she continued to rape him up the ass.

Applejack expected the already exhausted filly to wear out pretty quickly as hard as she was hammering it into him, but she went on and on, another full hour passing while Spike was ass raped. By that time his ass was less a hole and more a gaping gash. Scootaloo finally tossed the spiked dildo aside, and started yanking his intestines out through the hole, and gnawing on one, probably just so Spike could see her do it, but she didn’t make any face to indicate that it tasted bad to her.

Spike groaned, no longer able to beg in coherent words, yet only in the last few minutes had he stopped shrieking, settling to more gurgling sounds as blood pooled in his mouth and he just stared down at Scootaloo as if unable to stop watching.

Scootaloo grabbed the butcher knife again, this time ramming it into his belly about where his navel would have been if he had one, and dragged it up, ripping open his gut just as he had Sweetie. It took a lot of effort from Scootaloo to work the rift open, but she managed to pull chunks off until she could see the rest of his pulsing organs.

“I only wish I could do this a thousand times, you disloyal little pain fag!” Scootaloo screeched, pulling Spike’s still beating heart out of his chest, letting it hang in her teeth as she showed it to him. She didn’t even realize it when she moved one fore hoof between her hind legs and began to rub herself as she watched his eyes roll back and his body convulse several more times before going still.

Applejack took advantage of Scootaloo being distracted by gleefully watching Spike die, quietly trotting up behind her, picking up the butcher and skinning knife, and tossing them back across the room. Scootaloo reached for the butcher knife, then when it wasn’t there she looked up and saw Applejack.

“Aw fuck!” Scootaloo grunted, then cringed away from Applejack as if she thought the pony would start right away.

“Go ahead and ride his corpse,” Applejack said, “You gave me a good show and deserve a respite, but you better enjoy this, cause it’ll be the last time anything pleasurable enters those underage fuck holes of yers.”

Scootaloo took a deep breath, sliding her bottom back against Spike’s shafts, still hard from being tied off, and pushed herself down onto him. She squeaked a bit in pleasure as she slid herself down until her belly smacked against his. They were still warm at the moment, so it didn’t feel too different than it always had when he fucked her, though she didn’t feel the familiar cock throb as she gripped her cunt and ass around him and slid herself up and down.

“I can’t believe I ever let this asshole fuck me,” Scootaloo grumbled, even as the barn was full of the slippery suction of his dead cocks being pushed in and out of her pussy and ass.

Scootaloo leaned forward, licking the last of Spike’s tears from his face as her hips began to go faster. Applejack slipped up behind her and lifted her tail so that she could see Scootaloo’s and Spikes cute little fuck parts working together, and Scootaloo either didn’t notice or mind, so Applejack began idly masturbating as she watched her next victim have her last moments of pleasure.

Scootaloo tensed up slowly as she neared her climax, her moans growing louder and louder. There was nothing quite like the sound of a child orgasming, even if Applejack would rather hear her shrieking. Applejack pushed her muzzle beneath Scootaloo’s rump as Scootaloo squealed in orgasmic bliss, running her tongue along to slurp up some of the fresh cunt sap before sitting up again.

Scootaloo finally came to a stop, taking another deep breath and pulling her wet cunt and ass off his cock with happy little slurps. She felt Applejack looming behind her and visibly cringed again, looking back at Applejack with the first delicious hint of terror in her eyes.

“Enjoying this show too?” Scootaloo panted, looking down at Applejack hoofing herself

“Oh as much as ah do love to watch two underage bellies slappin’ together”, chuckled Applejack, “Ah’m mostly masturbatin’ to the thought of how I’ll make you scream just like Sweetie when you die. If it makes ya feel any better though, ah think Rainbow Dash would be really proud of how you’ve taken all this… ya know, if ah hadn’t ended that bitch’s life before you got here. Actually that dumb cunt was the first one ah killed.” Applejack did love Rainbow, but she wanted to tweak Scootaloo and she knew this was one of her triggers.

“She’s a dumb cunt?” Scootaloo growled, “Says the psycho pedophile redneck corpse-slut mud-pony.”

“Well that’s a lot of description words ain’t it,” smirked Applejack, “All true though, ah’m rather proud of them in fact.” She ran a hoof down Scootaloo’s back, “Maybe ah should cut off these wings… nah… it wouldn’t really make any difference, would it, ya flightless cripple. Huh, ah guess you are sort of a mudpony yerself in a way.”

Scootaloo gritted her teeth so hard at that that Applejack could swear she heard one crack.

“And ya think Rainbow Dash was a good hero fer you?” Applejack chuckled, “You shoulda chosen somepony more appropriate, like a gardner of a street-sweeper or somethin’”

Applejack was just about to move on to the physical torment when Scootaloo spoke up again, “Let me kill myself. You won’t regret it.”

Applejack smiled, “Sweetie ah don’t want you ta die easy.”

“But this will be worth it!” Scootaloo claimed, “It’ll be hilarious! I’ll just need some glue and a lot of that thin cable you use.”

Applejack was curious, “Okay, let’s make a deal.” She decided, “I’ll let you kill yerself… but only if you stuff yer little cunt and ass with that wonderful death fucker you made fer Spike. And ah ain’t talking a few thrusts, let’s say… at least 20 minutes per hole. If you kin do that, you’re on.”

Scootaloo nodded, “Agreed.” It wasn’t like it would be any more painful than anything Applejack had planned for her, and she’d rather Applejack not have the pleasure of doing it herself anyway. “Um, do you have a timer.”

“Eh, we’ll wing it,” said Applejack, “Ah’m pretty good at keepin’ time.”

Scootaloo propped the horrible dildo she had made up and wedged it between some fallen debris, close to where Rainbow Dash was. She pulled Rainbow’s head close to her so that she could grip it for comfort, and put her drooling pussy against the tip.

“And all the way down on it,” Applejack added, “Time don’t start till it’s fully inside.” She chuckled, “No way a delusional little cripple is gonna pull this off.”

That made Scootaloo look more determined than Applejack had ever seen. She glared at Applejack as she gritted her teeth, loosened up her legs as much as she could, and rammed herself down onto the spiked dildo. Despite how prepared she was, she let out an adorable scream of pain as she pushed down, body suddenly shaking and eyes going wide, tears starting to stream down her face. Clearly this was already hurting worse than she had imagined.

“Too much?” Applejack asked. “At least ya kin take comfort in knowin’ that Spike was in a fuck ton of pain, right?”

“Fuck off!” screeched Scootaloo, “The time starts now!”

Scootaloo began moving her hips up and down, unable to keep herself from making horrified yelps with each thrust, and fresh blood was already drooling down the sides within a few thrusts. Scootaloo kept up though, actually riding it slightly faster than Applejack would have required, and continuing without hesitation even though it was obviously torment.

Scootaloo hugged Rainbow’s head close to her, clinging to it hard as she sobbed pitifully, but still she kept moving, the inside of her soft underage cunt slowly torn to ribbons by the very torture device that she had created. It was big enough that it even jammed through her cervix, dragging across it until the tight ring was just a gaping hole, shoving up into her young womb.

Scootaloo glanced at Applejack, seeing the pleasure in Applejack’s eyes as she looked directly into Scootaloo’s face and savored the look of agony there. Scootaloo tried to look away to deny her such.

“Half-way there,” Applejack said, though Scootaloo felt like it had been at least 15 minutes already. “And you keep those fucking eyes forward, ah wanna see the pain and hatred etched on yer face.”

Scootaloo groaned, but did as Applejack said and looked directly at her, trying to give her more hatred to look at than pain, though it wasn’t easy as she continued her self-torment. Her pussy was completely ruined inside and out, the claws and teeth slicing right through her sensitive fuck tunnel. It felt like her womb was collapsing downward as her tunnel was destroyed, only to be slowly torn into shreds as well.

Applejack came on her hoof finally, licking it clean and realizing she had been out of it for a bit, Scootaloo had probably gone well over the 20 minutes. “Up the ass now,” she ordered the foal, “Pull out… then right back in yer ass, don’t let me see a moment’s hesitation.”

Scootaloo gritted her teeth hard but nodded, pulling herself up, screeching as shreds of her fuck tunnel and at least half of her womb were ripped right out with the dildo. She rammed it down again, having to jab it through a slice of womb meat to get it into her ass, but sank down as quickly as she could once again.

She went back to ramming herself down repeatedly, but was unable to stop herself from shrieking for another good two minutes. Just as she stopped, Applejack reached over and tilted Scootaloo’s head down so that she could see the chunk of her womb and ribbons of her insides already on the ground beneath her. That rekindled the terrified shrieking for another two minutes.

As if that wasn’t enough, Applejack pulled Rainbow Dash away from Scootaloo, who clung to her desperately as she was pulled away and then reached out for her, sobbing pitifully, as she was taken. Applejack sat on Rainbow’s face herself, grinding her cunt into it, and slide a hoof down to stuff Rainbow’s rotting corpse cunt repeatedly as well. Sure enough, hatred and jealousy burned in Scootaloo’s eyes as her fore hooves now just trembled violently with nothing to comfort-grasp.

“Faster,” Applejack grinned evilly.

The dildo wrecked havoc on Scootloo’s insides, ripping through the walls of her intestines, yanking out flesh in chunks. Still she did as Applejack said, screeching as she nearly doubled her pace. The normally fuckable portion of her intestines had been ground to bloody strips of flesh, so now the dildo was grinding into the other layers of intestines as they sank into the dozens of little knives ripping up her insides.

It wasn’t long before one couldn’t even tell the difference between her pussy and ass; it was just one gaping hole, sagging open, thick strands of intestine drooling out around the penetration. Applejack grinned and tilted Scootaloo’s head down again, showing her that pretty much her entire intestinal length had oozed out, the middle churning as it was torn into shreds by the dildo.

“H-has it been time?” Scootaloo asks after another minute of shrieking.

“Five minutes left,” Applejack smirked. Scootaloo glared at her, knowing it had already been well over 20 in her ass as well, but was in no position to disagree.

“Y-you’re gonna just butcher me yourself anyway after this, aren’t you,” Scootaloo gagged out the words, blood drooling profusely from the edge of her muzzle.

“Yep,” Applejack answered simply.

“B-but you’re honesty,” Scootaloo begged, “I did what you said!” Even now she was still bouncing on the dildo.

“Fuck honesty,” said Applejack, “Lying to a child to make them mutilate themselves and then butchering em is fuckin’ hot. And way more entertainin’ than whatever yer plannin’”

“N-no… seriously,” Scootaloo begged, “What I’m planning is hilarious! Comeon you gotta give me a chance! It’s not like you don’t have plenty of other foals in Ponyville that you can kill however you’re planning to kill me, right?”

“Hilarious really,” Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Yes! It’s real—“Scootaloo broke off her words suddenly and vomited blood, which ran down the front of her hot little body like a crimson waterfall, leaving a nice sheen, “-ly really good… I swear.”

“Stop,” Applejack sighed.

“But I can really—“

“Fine! Ah’ll see what’cha got, go ahead and stop bouncin’” Applejack chuckled.

Scootaloo stopped, but was afraid to pull the dildo out this time, knowing that most of her organs would fall out when she did, “Um… could you stitch me up enough so I can live long enough to kill myself?”

Applejack shrugged, then gently pushed Scootaloo onto her back. She grabbed the other salt bags she had brought out, slicing them open before using them to pack about where Scootaloo’s intestines had been. Scootaloo would have screamed if she still had it in her to do so, but could barely speak. Applejack used one sack to stitch over the hole, though it wasn’t going to hold for very long.

“Okay sport,” said Applejack, “You prolly only got a few minutes to live, and that’s a liberal estimate, so hurry up.”

“We need cord, glue, “ Scootaloo spit out more blood that had pooled in her muzzle, “And I need to be at the top of that high tree outside.”

Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “And ah guess ah’ll have to carry you, since yer a cripple in more ways than one now.”

“Y-yes I’m a dirty cripple, just please hurry before I bite it,” Scootaloo said.

Applejack was curious, so she did move as fast as she could without sloshing Scootaloo’s insides up too much. Getting the cords, glue, and emptying the saddle bag so she could carry Scootaloo in it, she went outside to the tall tree Scootaloo had mentioned. She was pretty good at climbing, so they got there with Scootaloo still in tact.

“Still alive, ya dumb little shit?” Applejack smacked Scootaloo’s face a bit as she had stopped moving, but she jerked to awareness.

“O-okay,” Scootaloo said, “Take the cord like this…”

Scootaloo proceeded to tell Applejack how to set the cord, wrapping it around her neck a few times, around her body in an odd way, and then tying it to the tree.

“Okay… now glue my forehooves to the side of my head.” Scootaloo panted, barely conscious.

“What?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “Well okay…”

“Then throw me off…” Scootaloo finished.

“If you say so,” Applejack nodded, slathering each of Scootaloo front hooves in glue before pressing them to the sides of her head until they seemed to stay put firmly enough.

“Well, say goodbye ta life ah guess.” Applejack poked her in the eye just to be a dick, but Scootaloo didn’t even react, as if her whole body had gone numb.

“Goodbye Applejack,” Scootaloo panted, “Burn in Hell.”

“Oh ah expect to,” Applejack grinned. She really was looking forward to that at this point.

With that Applejack chucked Scootaloo’s limp but barely living body off the tree, looking down to see what happened with it. Sure enough, Scootaloo came through in the end, the cord arrangement tearing Scootaloo’s head clean off when she bounced at the end of the length. Her hooves were still ‘holding’ her severed head though, making it appear as if she had ripped off her own head.

Applejack chuckled, “Okay ah admit, that was worth it.” It wasn’t like she’d have gotten much more play out of Scootaloo anyway.

Applejack carefully slipped down the tree, cutting Scootaloo’s corpse free and dragging it inside the barn with the others. She propped it next to Rainbow Dash so that Scootaloo could rot with her hero. Scootaloo’s stitching came loose, and most of her organs flowed out of her body and left a trail across the floor.

Applejack chuckled, moving over to pick up some random bits of gore, rubbing it on her face, down her chest, all over her pussy, and just relaxed, coating herself in delicious gore as she writhed about on the ground. In her excitement she stuffed her own ass and pussy full of strands of intestines, then pulled Scootaloo over to rub her pussy in the dead child’s face. It wasn’t long before she was coating her face with her own cunt cream.

She pulled Scootaloo up, looking into her face, and thankfully finding it twisted in pain. She’d hate to think that Scootaloo was at peace when she died.

Tossing Scootaloo back next to Rainbow, Applejack laughed out loud and literally threw herself into the corpse pile. For a while she was absolutely feral, groaning and grinding herself on random bodies. Every corpse in the pile got at least another fucking, and it was most certainly at least several hours before Applejack flopped down, exhausted.

She looked around at all those she had murdered, her glistening fresh cunt juice on most of their faces, not to mention both Mac’s and Spike’s cocks. She had never been more sated or happy with herself in her entire life.

“Phew,” said Applejack to herself, “Friends… family… children… all dead in one murder spree. Now thar’s a job well done.”

She pulled the corpses around her, piling the bodies and organs around her to give her a wonderful ice cold blanket of death. She took a deep breath, savoring the stench of all the corpses she had made, then fell asleep with a content smile on her face and Rainbow’s head grasped between her hind legs.