Author's Note

Next chapter will confirm who the traitor is.

23. Bad Timing

Tuesday 7/5/2078
POV: Thunder

While Thunder said he’d be in a pod too so that they wouldn’t argue, he couldn’t exactly do that with his rule. Despite that, it went surprisingly well at first.

Now that most everyone was dead, Thunder expected to be fucking a lot of corpses, but couldn’t believe his luck when over the next few days, he wasn’t required to open any of the pods. In fact, over the next few days, it instructed him to cum in almost every corpse outside the pods.

Granted, he never thought there would come a time when he was relieved to be fucking dead bodies, and they weren’t getting any fresher.

First thing on Tuesday, he woke up and checked the pods to make sure everyone was still alive in there. They seemed to be. In the video feeds, Danger and Winter both looked pretty whipped, just slouched against the side of their pods. Devil was pacing circles in the tiny pod, thoughtful-looking as he looked up at the camera, probably stir-crazy since he seemed to be very affected by the drugs. Meanwhile, Shadow was plowing his daughter’s dead asshole for about the dozenth time. Her severed head was in the shit bucket Thunder had given him, covered in feces; it was a fitting fate for the bitch, even if one she’d have wanted.

Today, Thunder’s instruction was Ginger Snap, the only body outside the pods he hadn’t been ordered to screw at least once during the last few days. He spent a few hours alone in a storage room just to clear his head, but when the time limit neared, he grabbed a bottle of lube and made his way to the kitchen.

He tried to tell himself that he wasn’t looking forward to fucking the oldest corpse there, but really he was. This drug had really done a number on his mind, and he hoped the brain damage wasn’t permanent.

Disturbingly, he’d gotten so used to the smells in this shut off wing that he didn’t even bother donning a gas mask. He’d propped the kitchen doors open to let them air out earlier, but that only made the rest of the wing stink with their corpses, as if the Overmare rotting on a table next to the pods hadn’t been enough.

When he found Ginger, she was barely discernible as something that had once been a pony. When he touched her blackened body, necrotic gas escaped through her flesh, sounding like a series of farts. Flies covered her flesh as they lay more maggots, crawling all over his body as well.

“Looks like it’ll be a closed-casket funeral for you, little one,” he grimaced as he felt over her slimy flesh, the remaining rotten skin pulling free against his fingers.

On the plus side, he didn’t need the lube. She may have dried out, but as he testingly pushed a few fingers into the gaping hole where her pussy had been, pus oozed out along his fingers. He grunted, took a deep breath of her stench, and pressed his erection inside. There was a lewd slurp as pus oozed out around his shaft, and he felt the squirming of maggots inside of her. Still the rotted meat stuck coldly to his dick as he shifted about inside.

“You’re lucky to have died first, you know,” Thunder had started to talk to the corpses that he fucked. “In hindsight, I envy Winter for having the first go at this hole when it was still fresh and warm… I didn’t do much kid-raping during the war.”

As the room filled with the squish of his cock into dead flesh, he leaned forward and tore and chunk of rancid flesh from her face. He knew he might get sick eating it, but somehow right now it tasted like the most delicious of meats. Ripping the stripes of flesh from her face, he devoured the terrified expression barely recognizable there.

He could see what he was doing was terrible, but couldn’t stop himself even if he wasn’t required to cum inside her spent corpse. At this point, Thunder had considered just killing himself, knowing that even if he got out, he’d never be right in the head, but he still thought about the ponies he could still save.

And he had to beat that damned machine, just to say to her face that he’d won. Even if she had no intention of letting them out alive, he’d at least get the pleasure of throwing victory at her.

He panted harder as he felt his cock throb, the occasional nibbling of the squirming maggots against his flesh only heightening the pleasure as he neared his orgasm. Then suddenly, it happened again.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper Cut announced over the monitor. “I gotta say, that was NOT how I expected that one to go!”

What? No! But Thunder couldn’t stop. He had to cream in this corpse in a short time or he’d have broken his rule.

“Who is it?” Thunder cried out as he clenched her squishy corpse in both claws and rammed her hard like a fleshlight.

“Come and see,” Paper smirked from the monitor. “After you cum, of course… oh and…”

The screen darkened again, and she popped up for another announcement. No…

“An NG violation has occurred!” Paper announced happily. “Danger broke her rule ‘Accept every offer of sex but do not orgasm.’. You have one hour to take care of her, or I’ll be taking care of all of you. She’s locked herself in the storage room near the pods, if that helps.”

“What the flying FUCK?” screeched Thunder.

But at least he managed to cum, mostly at the thought that he might get to fuck Danger to death. Damn he was really getting messed up. Either way, he creamed a load into Ginger’s remains, his cum splurting out the rotten hole in her gut before her yanked his dick out.

He galloped into the kitchen, grabbing Gale’s rifle on his way out, holding it in a wing as he raced towards the labs. He shouldn’t have spent so much time away from them!

“A body has been discovered!” came a second announcement. “Wow, you should probably get over there and do something about this, big guy.”

“What in Break’s flaming cunt is going on!” Thunder screeched as he ran. “Was that Danger that just died or someone new?”

“Come and see,” chuckled Paper again.

“Did the traitor die?” Thunder asked between heaving breaths. “At least tell me that!”

“Eh, maybe I’ll tell you after you clear up the NG violation,” Paper said triumphantly. “Either way, you guys are really bad at traitor murder. Like, the worst.”

POV: Dangerous Magic

Danger felt weak after days in the pod. She’d heard Devil in his next to hers working out, but she didn’t have the energy to do that at this point. At least being here for the rest of the time ensured she wouldn’t break her rule, even if it was hard for her to resist masturbating herself. She seemed resistant to the drug, but it was still creeping in.

She couldn’t have been more surprised when the door opened and it was Devil that stood in front of her. She stared up at him in confusion, half-way through eating a meal, sitting next to the bucket of her shit.

"Every thing I say in this conversation will be a lie," Devil growled. It was an odd first statement to make, and he peered at Paper Cut's screen afterward.

"Oh, that's a clever way around it," Paper chuckled. "I'll count it."

“Has it been three days?” Danger asked, but knew it hadn’t.

“No,” Devil growled. “I managed to trip the door lock on my pod, it’s not the first time I’ve been imprisoned.”

“A-are you going to murder me?” Danger’s ears wilted and her eyes grew wide and a chill ran through her. “C-can you make it painless at least?”

“I don't plan to, again,” Devil smirked. “I had the system gas Winter and Shadow’s pods, then we’re going to each murder one. I’m pretty sure one of them is the traitor.”

“Pretty sure?” asked Danger slowly.

“Or I can suspect you for not helping,” growled Devil, glaring down at her. “Look, I’m offering to let you choose one of them and fuck one as they die. What’s the problem with that?”

“N-no, I’ll help, I’ll help,” Danger flinched at the word ‘offering’. Now that he’d offered, her rule said she had to at least fuck them to their orgasm. She shivered as she slowly stood and stumbled out of her pod, legs weak from having sat around and not done any exercises in there.

“Look,” Devil explained. “I overheard Thunder and that computer talking earlier, after he killed the Overmare, or at least I heard most of it. I’m pretty sure I got the gist at least.”

“Killed the Overmare?” Danger blinked, then looked into the lab to see Crimson’s ravaged body on a table. “Oh dear… her too then...”

“That’s not the important part!” Devil screamed, making her jump, then seemed to calm again. “Look, the traitor doesn’t even know they’re the traitor. They’re someone that accidentally brought Paper to this computer as a virus from the Ministry of Magitech. That has to be either Shadow or Winter, or Thunder if not them, not sure if he’s been there but might have. So we kill those two, and if that doesn’t end it, we kill Thunder, have a short orgy with all the remaining corpses, I fuck you a few more times to make sure you’re pregnant, then we get out.”

That was insane, but no doubt in his rattled state, any plan that involved rape and an orgy with a pile of corpses sounded good to him, even if it meant murdering a friend. There was no point in disagreeing, so Danger figured she should just choose the one she thought least likely to be the traitor, hoping that the one he killed would end up having been them and then she wouldn’t have to go through with her own.

“S-sounds good,” Danger nodded. “Um, Shadow… I’ll do Shadow.” He seemed least likely to be careless enough to accidentally transport a virus.

“Perfect!” Devil grinned. “I found some stuff labeled mutagen when searching for the sleeping gas, and I wanted to use it on somepony to see what it does. Probably better to go with the all-flesh option.”

Danger wasn’t sure if that was a good idea either, but it wasn’t like she could stop him.

Devil moved over to Shadow’s pod first, opening it easily from the outside. Shadow was in there, snoozing atop the corpse of his murdered and repeatedly fucked daughter. Danger cringed, but was more or less used to seeing it by now, and honestly wasn’t going to shed a tear for that little deviant slut.

“I’ll do him in the storage room,” Danger claimed. “Um… for privacy. I’m self-conscious because it’s my first murder.”

“Eh, fine,” sighed Devil. “But I still get to fuck his corpse when you’re done!”

“Of course,” Danger faked a smile, badly, but Devil was too far gone to notice it was an act.

Dragging Shadow to the storage room was no easy task for her after sitting in the pod for over a full day, but luckily Devil was willing to help her move him before he started on Winter. Once inside with Shadow crumpled on the floor, Danger sighed and locked the door. She realized too late that she probably should have grabbed some food packs to take in here in case she had to stay locked in for a while.

Danger sighed as she grabbed rope from the nearby shelves, taking a moment to tie up Shadow’s front and hind legs, making sure to do his front legs behind his back. She closed his razor claws tightly, wrapping them in a good ten layers of duct tape to make sure he couldn’t easily open them when he came to, then did the same to his muzzle to clamp it shut. She lifted his hind legs, hanging them from a hook so that his rump was a few inches off the ground. That should keep him from kicking her, so she was all set.

“So, how ya gonna kill him?” Paper asked suddenly from the monitor. Did they have to put those in the storage rooms even?”

“I’m not,” Danger shook her head. “To follow the rule, I just have to fuck him, right? Devil didn’t specify the exact act when he offered to let me fuck him, so I’ll just ride him up my ass to lessen the chance of…”

“Uh, no,” Paper smirked. “Devil didn’t offer to let you fuck him. His offer was to fuck him ‘as he died’. That’s specific enough, fucking someone as they die, so you have to follow it. Oh, but you still have to get him off. So make him cum, then kill him with his dick still thrusting inside you. Or I announce you broke your rule, at which point Devil will probably bust through that door and murder you…”

There was a sudden crash from outside, followed by a roar from something Danger couldn’t identify. She jumped a bit, staring at the door

“Or Winter perhaps, actually,” Paper corrected. “Damn, he really shouldn’t have given him that mutagen.”

“Damn it!” Danger shook her head, looking down at Shadow again. “Has there not been enough death for you already?”

“Oh come on, you know the answer to that,” Paper rolled her eyes. “You know, I”ll never understand why I was programmed to get a pleasure reaction from innocent death even though that wasn’t my purpose as a virus. I guess it was just an extra feature.”

Danger grasped a crowbar tightly in her shivering muzzle, figuring that beating him over the head with it as he came should suffice. She put it on the shelf within easy reach of her muzzle. By the time she crawled atop him to straddle his hips with hers, he was coming to.

“Hmmph?” Shadow blinked awake, still looking weak from the gas. He quickly realized Danger was atop him and grunted in confusion.

Another roar from outside. At least once Shadow was dead, she’d have something to eat while she hoped someone managed to kill whatever that was.

Shadow blinked again, looking towards the door in shock.

“Ignore it, and sorry,” Danger whispered apologetically, deciding not go to into the murder thing yet so maybe he’d just assume she wanted kinky sex at first.

Shadow panted as his already semi-hard shaft began to firm up beneath her, her juices drooling over him. He pushed his hips upwards weakly as she brought her hips up, moving a hoof to angle his shaft up to her. Now that she’d gotten it wet with her pussy juice, she pressed it against her rear entry.

At first, he seemed cooperative. It wasn’t like he was against fucking her up the ass as much as he’d had her in every hole by now, so he bucked his hips upwards, even if he was too weak presently to bounce her. After being stuck in his pod for a day or two fucking his daughter’s cold, dead hole, he probably appreciated the warmth around his dick.

“That’s it, don’t struggle,” Danger purred. “It’ll be over soon.”

Shadow’s eyes widened and his hip movement hesitated. She probably could have worded that better.

All the same, he didn’t resist outwardly, and it did feel nice to rape him after he’d raped her so many times. She worked her body up and down, squeezing the metallic surface of his cyber dick, rigid and ridged against her sensitive insides as always, but somehow it felt better now. Maybe it was the dominant aspect, or maybe it was just increased exposure to the drug through the food. She felt every bit as high now as when she got an extra dose before.

She pumped her hips up and down, filling the storeroom with the smooth wet sound. Devil must have been holding his own outside as she heard several crashes, but she tried to concentrate on her own task. It was starting to come back to her, how good it felt to snuff the life out of Cream Heart, making her pussy sopping wet once again.

Finally she decided there was no point in hiding her intentions, and she honestly wanted to see the fear in this asshole’s eyes as he died. Even if she knew the traitor was dead and they could all leave, she’d still want to finish this.

His cyber components made her curious, so she took the crowbar in her muzzle. His eyes widened further, but instead of bashing him over the head with it, she jammed the sharp end against the edge around his neck where his artificial scales met bare skin. Even though the scales themselves were tough, prying them up around the edges didn’t seem impossible.

He shrieked as she pushed the sharp tip further and pried hard. She bounced harder as he struggled, finally tearing the metallic scales away from his flesh. Any pony skin he had beneath it pulled off as well, revealing bloody bare muscle beneath. She let the crowbar drop, then grabbed the skin in her teeth and yanked upwards, feeling his convulsions as she ripped further, like peeling the skin off a banana.

“You’re going to die here,” Danger drooled rabidly around the flesh as she lost herself further. “That’s right, the great cybernetic warrior murdered by a civilian that he thought was only good for raping.”

The idea didn’t seem lost on him, since in addition to the sudden agony, there was clear humiliation on his face; this was definitely not the undignified way he expected to die. She savored every crease and emotion in those horrified eyes. But it wasn’t enough, she wanted more shame.

She continued to bounce, leaning back as she tore the scales up further, then to the side to tear off most of the plating from his front side. It left his chest muscle bare, so she relaxed even as she continued to bounce, a stream of urine splattering form her pussy and burning at the raw flesh she had bared. He clenched his teeth and growled, tears running down his face from the sting. Leaning back further, she managed to splatter some into his eyes, as well, making him growl again as he clenched them shut.

His cock throbbed still inside of her, his own dose of the drugs keeping him hard despite any agonys he put him through. Delighted at this, she grasped a canister from a shelf with an acid label in her muzzle. She held up his scales against her with her hooves so none of it splashed on her, then threw it at his face.

The bottle shattered, and his growls became muffled screams of agony. She watched his eyes burst into pools of white pus as the flesh melted from his face. As the tape burned off from around his muzzle, he screamed outright, a humiliated wail that sent shivers of pleasure through her.

So lost in the moment, she only noticed he’d came when the last few splurts of his orgasm were painting the inside of her asshole. It was a good thing, because the acid seemed stronger than she expected as the dissolving flesh of his face began to steam. He’d be dead soon enough.

But she wasn’t done with his cock. She yanked a wire tie around the shelf, pulling herself off his hard shaft. She pushed it down to the base of his erection with her muzzle, swallowing his tip as she did, not even minding that it tasted like her own shit. Pulling it tight, she made sure that he wouldn’t go soft when he died.

When she sat back down on it, she wasn’t even thinking about her rule, pushing it up into her pussy instead. She shivered, able to feel the twitching of his whole agonized body through his shaft. She rolled her hips more enthusiastically, grinning down at his face as he gasped.

The acid was burning down into his throat and lungs down as he gagged up a fountain of blood. His metallic teeth came loose from his gums as they resisted the acid more than even his natural bones, and soon she could actually see bits of his brain through the back of his head.

“Yes!” screamed Danger, hoping he could still hear her. “A worthless father that haved to murder his own little faggot, and now being snuffed out by his favorite rape toy. This is the ending you deserved, asshole!”

He wailed, choking on sobs despite his lack of eyes, until finally his death throes hit him. His cock surged as if it were trying to cream again, but couldn’t due to the wire tie cutting it off. She moaned as she watched his body shiver, leaning forward to feel as much of her body against his as she could as he died.

Before she knew it, he was shuddering to a stop and her act of rape became necrophilia. She didn’t care, still pounding herself down onto him, slapping her own belly against his bloody flesh as Paper announced the murder.

It’d been so long since she’d been able to cum, that her orgasm hit her harder than ever. She squealed, arching her back and shuddering as her femme cum burst all over him, creating enough to swirl in with the puddle of blood beneath him. She came so hard that it splattered the opposite wall of the storage room.

She didn’t even realize what she’d done until the second announcement happened. The NG code violation. HER violation.

POV: Devil Rose

It was a strange feeling. Devil recognized that he was completely over the edge, actually offering his best friend to be murdered by some rape toy, but didn’t care anymore. It would be amazing to fuck the corpse of the friend he betrayed like that, then Danger’s too once he betrayed her. He had honestly begun this plan in an effort to kill the traitor, but the more time passed, the more he realized that he had no intention at this point of allowing anyone to leave here alive.

Maybe he could convince the computer that instead of letting them go when the traitor died, she should find a way to get another group trapped in here. It’d be great to take the crazed serial killer option with another terrified group, then another and another. He imagined having rooms full of corpses he’d killed himself that he could just wallow in as he fucked them one after another.

Though he’d want some new chemicals and poisons when he ran out. He was looking forward to trying this one on Winter’s sorry ass, so after he dragged Shadow into the storage room for Danger, he flopped Winter’s unconscious form atop the Overmare’s corpse, face-to-face with her. Sure, he had nothing to stick in her body anymore, but waking up to the horror-stricken face of a dead mare would be a delight.

He wasn’t exactly a doctor, so just loaded the concoction into a needle and rammed it into Winter’s butt cheek. Unsure of what the dosage was, he injected half the bottle just to be safe. The other half, he rammed the tip down Winter’s throat, holding his head up so that his body instinctively swallowed it down. He grinned, wondering what kind of agonized thing he’d turn into. He’d heard Shadow talk about the subjects that were fed things like this, and they typically died screaming over a few hours.

Hm, maybe it’d be even better though if he woke up with TWO corpses.

“Hey, Paper?” Devil called out. “I’m planning to kill everyone anyway, so does it really matter if I break a rule by moving a corpse?”

“Well, I’ll have to announce it,” said Paper as Devil trotted over to the pod that Smokey’s body was in. “But if you don’t mind being the ‘everyone needs to kill him’ target, go ahead. If they can’t kill you, it’ll be their problem, not mine.”

“Great,” Devil grinned as he moved into the pod, licking his lips at Smokey’s corpse, still drooling with Shadow’s cum. He really wished he’d taken the chance to kill her when he could.

He heard grunting and thrashing behind him, so figured he needed to hurry, but he was honestly tempted to have a quick go at Smokey first. As he pondered this though, there was a loud crash behind him, as if the table he’d left Winter on had collapsed.

When he turned around, he froze up at what he saw. This… might not have been the kind of mutagen he thought it was.

Winter had grown to twice his previous size, muscles bulging grotesquely, his coat splitting to show raw muscle beneath. Devil watched as his hooves cracked apart to form jagged claws from the bleeding shards that remained. His eyes twitched as he looked around the room, blood drooling from them down his face. When they landed on the dead Overmare beneath him, he licked his lips hungrily with a tongue that had extended to at least two feet long..

He spread his legs, a massive foot-long shaft having regrown there, and it was no mere horse cock. Devil had never seen a monstrosity with more ridges and needle-like barbs, with a surface that looked like sandpaper. Winter rammed it into her drying corpse cunt beneath him, and there was the slick sound of tearing flesh as he pushed it deep. He faced away from Devil, so Devil could see his massive swinging sack as he pounded the dead pussy of the corpse he’d awaken upon.

“Not moving the corpse after all?” smirked Paper from the screen. “Somehow, I don’t think that will increase your chance of survival at this point.”

Devil’s first thought was that maybe he should hide in his pod, but that wouldn’t do. Once he did that, there’d be nothing left he could do. No, he had to attack this thing while it was distracted by the Overmare’s corpse.

But of course, he didn’t have his weapons with him either, and his addled mind couldn’t even remember where he’d left them in the stable. Though there was Gale’s rifle, which he was sure should still be next to her fuckable cadaver. Devil turned, creeping towards the exit that he’d locked shut. He got all the way to it and unlatched the lock before glancing back one last time.

He barely had time to dodge as an entire filing cabinet had been tossed at him by the monster that was once Winter. Winter let out a piercing roar that sent shivers through Devil, both of dread and desire thanks to the insanity of the drug.

Devil ran for the door again, pulling the filing cabinet out of the way. He expected the creature to charge, but instead, Winter grasped the Overmare’s corpse with both claws and pounded into it harder. His cock tore through the weakened rotting flesh into her rib cage, and her muzzle opened wide as he roared in orgasmic bliss.

Crimson’s corpse vomited a stream of glowing green spunk and her own organs, splattering across Devil and blinding him in the process. He felt frantically for the doorknob as he heard Crimson’s corpse tugged off Winter’s dick with a slick noise before being dropped back on the crushed table with a thump.

“Hmm, so her organs were moved, but not her,” Paper pondered, then shrugged. “Eh, I’ll allow it. I think most of her mass is still where she died, and I don’t want to warn Thunder about the massive fuck-beast that’ll probably kill him.”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” screeched Devil, but then his squeal went up an octave as he heard the thud of rapidly approaching feet.

A massive claw grabbed him around his throat just as Devil had wiped the gore from his eyes, and he found himself lifted off the floor as Winter growled. He was face to face with the bleeding face of the mutated pony, flesh torn and skull visible cracked from the twisting of his body. The creature must have been in complete torment, which was pretty hot, but was also about to take it out on every fuckable object he could find. Unfortunately for Devil, he was next on that list.

Devil kicked as hard as he could, bucking both his hind hooves against Winter’s bulging chest. Loose flesh tore free, his hooves sliding over the bare flesh, but that only pissed the creature off. Winter roared again in his face, the stench of chemical fumes washing over him before it threw him to the other side of the room like a ragdoll.

Devil impacted a table on the far side of the room, cracking his back against the corner and shattering a stack of glass beakers atop it. The glass stung into his back as he flailed, trying to pull himself back up only to fall again. This time he landed on his bottom, more shards of glass jammed into his rump cheeks and balls, sending a torrent of agony up through him.

As he looked up to see Winter crashing through the room towards him again, he realized there was nothing he could do. He was on the side of the room furthest from the door now, and there was no way to take that thing on hoof-to-claw. He was dead.

But maybe that was for the best. He’d just betrayed his best foalhood friend and decided to murder a bunch of innocents so he could have an orgy with their pile of corpses. He recognized he was too far gone; would they even be able to fix him if they dragged him out of here?

Besides, in all honesty, that killing machine was sexy as fuck. At least he’d die to a monster instead of getting snuffed out by a rape toy like Shadow was. To that end, Devil didn’t fight further. Instead, he turned around on the table he was on, facing his bottom towards Winter and spreading his hind legs.

Winter skidded to a stop, momentarily confused at Devil’s decision not to fight. He leaned forward, huffing and taking in Devil’s scent. Devil felt the unnatural heat of the creature’s breast over his bleeding ass cheeks and stinging ball sack.

“Go ahead,” Devil grunted. “Rape me and make me die screaming. Just pretend I’m a 6-year-old colt or something, you pervert. The size difference is about the same at this point.”

“Rape,” drooled Winter, his words barely discenible. “Rape baby pony… yes…” His eyes narrowed and drool sloshed from his fanged muzzle as if that’s really what he saw at the suggestion.

“Oh no,” Devil groaned, actually getting into it a bit, pushing his bottom back until his balls touched Winter’s nose. “Please don’t rape my virgin tailhole, Mister.”

“Don’t tell Winter what to do!” Winter roared, grasping Devil by the throat and picking him up off the table. His other claw grasped at his behind, digging his claws in. “Winter smash little colt!”

Buck, why was this so hot?

Winter yanked his hind legs apart with one claw, so hard that the right leg he grabbed twisted out of joint as his pelvic bone cracked. A new stabbing pain joined the others, but Devil let it happen, moving his own hooves to stroke at his solid erection as he felt Winter’s massive tip press against his rear entry. As big as Winter was, he may as well have really been a virgin.

When Winter finally managed to pop inside, Devil both instantly regretted his cooperation and came hard from the searing agony piercing through him. The barbs were literally needles dragging over his sensitive flesh inside, tearing through it like hundreds of tiny knives, and they seemed to secrete some kind of acidic lubricant on top of that that did more to intensify the pain than anything else.

Winter’s muscles bulged as he yanked Devil downward onto his shaft. Winter could have easily impaled him all the way through with that strength, his organs would have gave like butter to that tortured cock, but instead he grinned widely, leaning forward and licking the tears from Devil’s face.

“Taking the ‘make him suffer’ route,” Devil grunted, body trembling with pain. “Yeah, I’d do the same to me in your place.”

“Little colt suffer…” WInter confirmed.

“Buck you’re glorious,” Devil moaned. “You’re just going to continually find the nearest living thing and rape it to death until someone puts you down, aren’t you.”

Despite the shudders of torment, Devil continued stroking himself. Even as he lost bladder control from the sheer torment and began pissing himself, he continued to stroke. He leaned his head down, catching some of his own thick piss in his muzzle as he lapped at it, then let it drench his own belly to drool down and sting more at the bloody penetration.

He only stopped stroking when Winter grasped his right shoulder in his monstrous jaws and twisted. Devil shrieked as the arm was pried free, leaving a shattered chunk of bone at the shoulder. Turning back, Devil watched as Devil turned up his muzzle and scarfed it down, for a moment looking like he was fellating it, but crunching through it quickly enough.Devil barely had time to feel dizzy from the blood loss before his other arm was torn off in the same way.

Devil shrieked, sobbing now as he fell forward onto the table, feeling the shape of the massive dick moving through his belly as he lay there. It had rammed through his intestines and up into his organs now, and he could feel the pressure on his lungs.

“Now don’t eat him all,” warned Paper. “If you eat more than half of him, you technically won’t be able to move from the spot without moving his corpse, not until you shit him out back on the table… yeah you’re not listening.”

Devil tried to scream one last time at the prick of a computer, but when he opened his muzzle, only blood bubbled out, rushing down his body as he vomited it. His eyes widened as he realized how deep Winter had managed to get, feeling a bulge in the back of his throat.

Winter picked Devil up with both claws, stroking his whole body up and down like a giant fleshlight. Devil went cross-eyed as he saw the bloody tip of Winter’s cock push from his muzzle, gagging on the instrument of his death as his eyes rolled back.

At that point, all Devil could do was shiver and wait to die. He didn’t even know how long he’d been raped at this point. Time was a blur. Paper’s voice rang out again, and it sounded like a body announcement. Well, he wasn’t dead, so it must have been Danger offing Shadow. It seemed Devil had outlived him by seconds.

His hearing went out completely as he felt a surge of cum pushing through Winter’s massive new cock. Devil realized this was it, but in a last-ditch effort to at least make his murderer suffer, he grabbed a shard of glass from the table in front of them with his hind legs. He managed to stab himself in the gut with it, then slam his belly onto the table as hard as he could to push it deep.

Winter roared in orgasmic bliss, cum spraying out of Devil’s muzzle and onto the wall, but then shrieked at the piercing pain in his cock. Not in his right mind enough to remove the shard first, Winter yanked free in a panic, which only resulted in the glass dragging down the front of his cock, splitting it open. The last bit of cum splattered out of his exploding shaft onto Devil’s back, and Devil got to grin one last time before his organs fell out the now unplugged hole. A moment later, everything was dark.

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