Multiple Manic Men Mercilessly Murder and Molest Muff Munchers
Lyrabon's Last Lesbian Labia Licking
Lyra hurried through the hallways of Canterlot High. Only a few students milled around, going about their own business. The school day was over, so only sports teams and clubs were in session. Lyra herself headed to the music room where the loud music of a dozen students practicing drowned out most noise.
As Lyra passed an empty classroom on the way, a hand reached out and hauled the minty green girl in. Lyra gasped as the perpetrator pulled her into a tight embrace. Lyra nuzzled her head into the soft bosom of Bonbon, warm and smelling of candies.
Bonbon didn’t need to explain. She kicked the classroom door closed and grabbed her lover’s chin. Bonbon tilted Lyra’s face upwards with a smooth, slow movement and kissed the girl, lapping into her mouth. Bonbon moaned as Lyra’s tongue responded, toying with her own and filling the empty room with the moist sound of their making out.
Lyra’s hand touched Bonbon’s thigh, softly caressing her buttery flesh. The hand soon grew adventurous and climbed up the skirt of Bonbon’s dress. Lyra squeezed Bonbon’s ass, who let a satisfied moan blend with their kiss.
Lyra felt the frilly, barely there panties and how wet they were. She glided several fingers against the front to feel Bonbon’s slit behind the thin layer of fabric. Lyra broke the kiss and looked up at Bonbon with naïve excitement.
"What?" Bonbon asked, breathless and confused.
"You wore them! You really wore them to school!" Lyra gushed.
Lyra dropped to her knees and lifted Bonbon’s dress to see the pink panties, a lyre decorating the front. The panties were damp, moisture drooling down Bonbon’s inner thighs. The cloth stuck against the soggy flesh, forming a perfect outline against the shape of her slit.
Lyra looked up at her girlfriend with a goofy grin. "Awww! You got them all wet thinking about it!"
"Did you?" Bonbon whispered.
Bonbon blushed as Lyra’s panties were exposed, but even more fluid drooled down her thighs. By this point it was going all the way to moisten the top edge of Bonbon’s socks. Lyra let go of her girlfriend’s dress and stood up. She leaned close to Bonbon’s face with a mischievous smirk.
"Did I… What?" Lyra asked, close enough that they could feel one another’s breath on their faces.
"You know… Did you, um, wear mine?" Bonbon looked at Lyra’s frilly shorts.
Getting her courage back, Bonbon grabbed Lyra’s hips and pull her shorts down. A bright smile grew across her face as she saw the candy bow and blue and yellow stripes. Her own panties on Lyra’s luscious hips.
They were no less damp. Lyra’s shorts had soaked up most of the fluid, but now that they were pulled down, viscous juice glided down her thighs.
"Of course I did, Bonnie." Lyra replied lovingly.
“Mm, I can’t wait until we get home,” panted Bonbon. “I will make you cream so hard.”
“Why wait?” winked Lyra. “But you first, ‘best friend’”
Lyra sank down to her knees, her shorts still around her ankles. She lifted Bonbon’s skirt and ran her tongue over the front of her panties. The taste was sweet and familiar, and Lyra was as experienced pleasuring this hole as Bonbon was at pleasuring Lyra’s. She pulled Bonbon’s panties down with her teeth, moving slow to enjoy the sound of cloth pulling away from wet flesh. She then pushed her nose against Bonbon’s button as she lapped deep into her slit, scooping out a mouthful of cunt honey with her tongue.
Bonbon shivered, eager to get another carpet munching from her lesbian lover, but this time their pleasure was cut short rather permanently. The door to the classroom opened suddenly as two male students entered, slamming the door behind them.
By the time Bonbon registered that Thunderlane and Soarin had walked in, Thunderlane had screwed a suppressor to the barrel of the gun he held. Without a word or explanation, he raised it and pressed the tip against Bonbon’s forehead.
Thunderlane waited long enough for Bonbon’s face to twist from pleasure to abject horror before pulling the trigger. The bullet left a small hole in the front of her head, but the back of her skull shattered like fragile ceramic. Brains and skull fragments splattered across the length of the classroom and all over the far wall.
"HYYUUAAAGGHH!" Bonbon cried out, falling away from her beloved Lyra.
Urine replaced gushing pussy juice as Bonbon pissed herself in death. Before she even knew what was happening, corpse piss drenched Lyra’s face as Bonbon fell away. Lyra stared as Bonbon hit the floor, limp body twitching as blood pooled around her head. Bonbon’s last look of terror frozen on her face forever.
“Bonbon, no!” Lyra screamed.
Lyra stood as if to rush to Bonbon, but her shorts were still around her ankles. Thunderlane spun her around and pressed the gun against her head.
“Please don’t.” All Lyra could do was beg, tears rolling down her face.
“Hey!” Soarin complained, snatching the gun from Thunderlane. “The deal was we each get to murder one of these dykes, remember?”
Soarin pushed the gun tip to Lyra’s head too and pulled the trigger before she had time to flee or resist. As with her dead lover, her brain splattered out the back of her cranium. Her brains splattered across Bonbon’s body, the rest splattering across the floor with the rest.
"GRRRRRHUUUKK!" Lyra grunted as she fell, a similar look of shock and fear frozen on her face.
Lyra dropped into Thunderlane’s arms. He hefted her twitching body onto a work table, her corpse twitching. She was still pissing herself as he lay her on her back with her ass hanging off the edge, the stream splattering over Bonbon’s still face.
Soarin dragged Bonbon’s body to the opposite side of the table, laying her out similarly at the edge. That way the two culprits could face one another as they enjoyed the fruits of their labor.
“Is this like wife swapping?” Soarin laughed. “Each of us fucking the other’s kill?”
“Something like that,” chuckled Thunderlane. “I’m game for whatever as long as I get to defile these sluts.”
Soarin lifted Bonbon into a sitting position, pulling her dress over her head. Bonbon’s arms dropped limp around the shoulders of her killer as he tossed the bloody dress aside. He reached behind Bonbon’s back and unclipped her blue and yellow striped bra. The girl’s c-cup tits bounced free against his chest as he tossed the bra aside . He pushed the dead girl onto her back and reached for her panties. Soarin smirked, and a chuckle escaped his lips as he saw the image on the frilly lingerie.
“Check it out,” Soarin said. “Bonbon is wearing Lyra’s panties.”
Thunderlane had Lyra sitting up on the table as he pulled her shirt over her head. He let her arms drop to the table with a thud. He pulled her against his chest as he reached for her bra clips, letting her conical b-cup boobs bounce on her chest as she fell back against the table. They shook like jello when Thunderlane yanked her shorts off.
“Same for Heartstrings here,” said Thunderlane. “Lesbo girlfriends sharing panties, pretty hot. I wonder if they switched them after their last dyke-out together.”
Soarin lifted Bonbon’s legs, sliding off Lyra’s panties and tossing the soaked panties beside her. He rested her left leg on his shoulder as he undid his pants, pulling out his cock. It already swelled, eager for the feel of fresh, murdered flesh around it. His blood was already boiling from the rush from killing a classmate in cold blood; he couldn’t imagine how amazing it’d feel to fuck her freshly minted corpse.
"Fucking slut is soaked!" Soarin said as he let his shaft flop against her slit.
After sliding his shaft up and down to enjoy the feel of her still-warm goo, Soarin pressed his tip against her. Bonbon’s pussy lips stretched over his tip, vulva gliding over every bump and vein on his shaft to fit him like a glove. Even dead, she was deliciously tight around him. Soarin groaned, grasping her hips as he thrust at a good pace.
“Tight too,” moaned Soarin. “I’d say it’s a waste, but it’s not like this muff diver would have done anything with it other than cock-tease guys like us.”
“Yeah,” groaned Thunderlane. “At least now their cunts get used for what cunts are for at least once.”
Thunderlane had pulled Bonbon’s panties off Lyra too, leaving them hanging around one of Lyra’s ankles as it dangled from the table. Thunderlane held the other leg up, giving him access to her dripping twat, and pulled out his own rape stick. As he pushed his length in, he shivered, both at the tight dead flesh around him and the look of horror still frozen on Lyra’s staring face.
He ran his free hand over Lyra’s body, groping at her breasts as he leaned forward to kiss her. He stared into her frozen eyes as he pushed her limp tongue around her mouth. Running his tongue up the side of her face and over her wide-open eye, Thunderlane savored the taste of her final tears. He grinned at the thought of what it must have felt like for Lyra to watch the owner of her favorite pussy get murdered in front of her.
“Still can’t believe she’s letting us go this far,” Soarin moaned. “We get to murder and defile some dumb sluts, and she even provides an alibi by saying we were in detention the whole time.”
“Yeah,” panted Thunderlane. “At first when she said we would get rid of some lezzes at the school, I figure she’d tell us to threaten them or something.”
“She’s so much more awesome than I thought,” nodded Soarin as he panted. “Making sure cock-tease rug-munchers get what they deserve. Or what’s cumming to them.”
They both took their time to enjoy the fresh kills, raping the lesbian girls’ corpses side-by-side. The humiliating rape had a sound track from the music room a couple doors down. Even as their bodies stiffened, their attractive tits still bounced and rolled in rhythm to the music as their rapists fell in line with the beat.
The table rocked and creaked with the force of their thrusts. The room filled with the moist slap of bodies and the lewd squelch of suction that accompanied cocks plunging the cadaver cunts. As Lyra and Bonbon’s pussies got the use they never got in life, Thunderlane and Soarin felt over their bodies, feeling as they slowly cooled.
Soarin groped Bonbon’s breasts, squeezing them while they were still pliable. He slurped at one of her nipples, squeezing out the last few spurts of milk. It was a crime only girls had groped these breasts.
Thunderlane groped at Lyra’s breasts too, licking at her face. He intermittently slurped at her limp tongue and lapped the taste of tears and sweat that remained on her face. Staring at Lyra’s terrified expression sent him barreling towards his first ever necro-orgasm.
"Shit! I’m cumming!" Thunderlane cursed.
Thunderlane pulled out and fired a spurt of jizm all the way to Lyra’s face. It splashed against her cheeks, more pooling in her wide eyes and draining down into the back of her throat to form a puddle there. His next blasts gave her perky tits and belly a good coating of his spunk, covering Lyra’s body in what she’d denied herself.
Soarin pulled out before he went off, jerking himself the rest of the way. He groaned as he achieved the same distance, splattering over Bonbon’s face. The face that would have scrunched up in disgust only lay still, getting the facial she long had coming whether or not she wanted it. After making a mess of Bonbon’s tits and tummy, Soarin rested his cock on Bonbon’s wet cunt.
"How much time do we have?" Soarin asked, pushing his shaft back into Bonbon’s squishy cunt.
“We got an hour until Luna said to clean ourselves and head back to detention,” said Thunderlane.
“Plenty of time to give these sluts a creampie or two to go!” Soarin grinned. “Hey, let’s switch off, that way we each get to fuck both these dead dykes.”
“Sounds good!” Thunderlane agreed.
Seconds after Soarin’s dick gave Bonbon’s pussy a final smack, Thunderlane’s dick slipped inside. The pussy gaped, stiffened a bit with a cock inside, but the flesh still felt tight, clenching more as it dried out. It was still plenty wet to push inside, but the suction sounds as he forced his way in and out became even more lewd.
The flesh felt cooler against his hot dick now, making Thunderlane shiver. Her raised leg had stiffened enough to stay in the air on its own, so Thunderlane could reach both hands to stroke over her body. Her flesh felt stiff against his touch as he gave her breasts another squeeze. They were less pliable now, so he squeezed as hard as he could.
“Aw fuck,” Thunderlane groaned. “She feels even better than her lez-friend.”
Soarin flipped Lyra’s corpse over onto her belly, her leg still at the odd angle. Shivering, he slid his hands over her cooling form. He spread her hardening rump cheeks and pushed his cock into her pussy from behind, watching the still slick lips flex over one more pulsating cock. He leaned forward, hugging his arms around her and grasping her breasts.
“Fuck, Lyra feels great too,” panted Soarin. “Maybe cause they’ve less fresh now. Better when they’re deader, right?”
“Or maybe just hotter to fuck the lesbo you ended yourself,” Thunderlane grinned.
“Hell yeah,” moaned Soarin.
Soarin pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He leaned forward and put as much of his body against Lyra’s cool, bare flesh as he could. Every little reminder he was fucking a corpse made it even more incredible. It reminded him what he was doing: plowing the body of a slut he’d executed in the middle of her lesbian perversions. He let loose with a flurry of thrusts, balls smacking her stiffening belly with each bang. He reached around and squeezed her breasts once more.
“Damn, really did a number on their heads,” Soarin looked into the gaping hole in the back of Lyra’s skull. He grabbed Bonbon’s panties, wadding them up and stuffing them inside. “There you go, you dumb whore, that’s all you had in your brain, anyway.”
“I’m surprised they had anything in there to splatter,” Thunderlane said.
Thunderlane stuffed Lyra’s panties into Bonbon’s mouth before giving her now dry eye a lick. He enjoyed how it gave against his tongue as he pressed against it. He licked at her face again, leaving his saliva glistening on her stiffening skin. Gripping her breasts harder, he desecrated her with more enthusiasm than ever. She may not have known what her pussy was for, but it did. Even dead, it sucked the jizz right out of the hot cock inside it.
Thunderlane arched his back, feeling the increasing stiffness wrapped around him as his cock pulsated between the slabs of cool flesh. He panted the inside of Bonbon’s fuck cavity white with his sperm, continuing to thrust for another full minute as he packed it deep into the dead womb.
Soarin rocked the table with his thrusts too, clenching his teeth at how the slick corpse hole gripped his pulsating corpse-raper. He squeezed and fondled Lyra’s tits, trying to hold it in as long as he could, wanting to defile the bitch’s corpse for as long as possible. But soon he also cream-filled the corpse.
He released her breasts, the indents of his hand remaining in the stiffened chunks of flesh. He grabbed her ass as he drained his cock one last time. Shooting even harder than before, he gave her insides one more bath of wetness. He shivered as he came down from his second climax, sliding his hands over her cold body. He yanked free, taking a moment to admire the sight of his cum drooling down her thighs.
“Told you I’d get your pussy one way or another,” Soarin said to Lyra’s corpse. “Teach you to turn me down, insufferable bitch.”
“Serves these cock-teases right,” Thunderlane agreed, pulling out of Bonbon as well with a lewd slurp.
Thunderlane felt how Bonbon’s smushed breast flesh slowly hardened around his tightly gripped fingers. He pried his fingers loose, hand imprints more pronounced than before, and pulled Bonbon’s behind higher against him. He pushed his still-throbbing cock, wet with the last of Bonbon’s cunt juice and his own cum, against her tight ass.
“Fuck, I thought her pussy was tight,” Thunderlane strained to push inside. “But I’m not leaving until this dead asshole is drooling my spunk too.”
When he popped inside, Thunderlane stifled his loud moan as much as he could. He grasped her breasts again as hard as he could, pushing his fingers into the same position as they’d been before. He unleashed heavy thrusts, muscles clenched as he forced his way into the tight hole. Any discomfort from chaffing drowned in his lust for the body beneath him.
“That’s the ticket,” Soarin grinned when he saw what Thunderlane did. “These sluts may have died anal virgins, but they’ll be buried with an ass full of our cum.”
Soarin took a few moments to force his way into Lyra’s asshole, keeping her bent over the table. He gave a few thrusts, then pulled out, dipping back into her pussy for more lube before returning to her asshole. He then worked into a violent bucking motion himself, making sure to use his victim completely.
The desecration became all the more humiliating as they were now ass-raped side by side, not that either of them could care. As they each plowed their chosen victim, Soarin slid over to be across the table from Thunderlane. He flopped Lyra’s body forward to let the stiff bodies fall into a sixty-nine position with one another.
Thunderlane groaned as he let Lyra’s body flop atop Bonbon’s, then reached around Lyra to grasp Bonbon’s breasts again. Soarin sat up more, opting to slide his own hands over Lyra’s behind, enjoying how her flesh was more and more cold and firm against his touch.
Watching the two corpses jostle about together sent Thunderlane towards his third orgasm faster. Soon he was painting the inside of Bonbon’s intestines the same way he’d painted her vaginal cavity. He continued pumping his hips, packing his warm seed deeper into the cold hole.
“That’s it, slut,” Thunderlane moaned. “You refused to take my cum while you were alive, so now you’re gonna be buried with my cum inside both your rape holes instead. Hope it was worth it, stupid cunt.”
Thunderlane yanked his dick free once more, having to pull hard to extract it from the dry hole. Prying his fingers from her breasts, they had now hardened into permanent imprints of his grip. He pushed Lyra’s dead face against Bonbon’s well-raped pussy before leaving her there.
Soarin shivered as he approached his own last climax. His balls smacked her still-drooling pussy as he rammed, then went over the edge again. He pumped his spunk into Lyra’s asshole, painting it the same as Bonbon’s had been. He yanked free, admiring how his cum drooled from the stiff hole as he pushed Lyra’s pussy down against Bonbon’s face beneath her.
“Time to head out,” panted Soarin. “Damn that was hot.”
“Maybe Vice Principal Luna will have more targets for us later,” grinned Thunderlane. “I want to rack up as many dead lesbian fucks as I can.”
The two males locked the door behind them, leaving the dead lovers in a sixty-nine position on the table. It was the last day before spring break, so it’d be at least two weeks before anyone found their bodies. By then they’d be nice and ripe.
