You can feel it coming. The final breath. The final flash of white. The final gasp of air.

You tap three times on Twilight's leg with the last strength you can muster. The safety signal.

But the clench goes on. Twilight's eyes are closed, her hooves are roaming frantically across her own body, rubbing her chest and occasionally darting down to slap hungrily at her clit. She either didn't feel the taps, or felt them and didn't stop.

You barely have the strength to raise your hand again. But you manage the first tap. You manage the second. Your vision is blurring into black as your hand falls for the third time...

"Oh!" Twilight says. She stops bucking her hips up and down, but continues to rock back and forth gently, grinding the head of your cock up against her womb. "Sorry," she says. "I almost didn't notice."

Your heart can beat unrestricted again. Your brain comes back to life, one molecule of oxygen at a time.

Twilight's pussy is pouring juices over your dick and balls, soaking the bed as well. Her eyes look delirious, and her hooves are back to work on her chest and clit again.

"Can we do the one we talked about? Please?" She looks at you with pleading eyes and a clenched pussy.

You groan, only half-aware you're even still awake. Twilight's words are rattled through your skull, pierced with a constant ringing so you can't even pull the letters apart... but you know the tone, and you can tell a 'please', and there's nothing you want more in the world than to make Twilight happy... so you nod, even if you're not sure for what, and the look on Twilight's face, though you can barely see it through the blinking stars and blurred edges, is all the reward you could ever ask for.

"Yes," she says, and gives you and extra hard bounce of her butt, slamming it down onto your cock and soliciting another confused but happy-sounding groan. "Yes, fuck, I wanted to do this so much... thank you, thank you thank you thank you so, so much..."

You nod again. There were definitely words in there. Happy Twilight. Everything was a-ok.

Then you feel the hand inside your skull.

You feel the finger, poking your right and left eyeballs from the back.

You feel the simulacrum of human digits rifling through the bundles of nerves like tangled headphone wires, yanking them apart and looping them together. Each pull sends a lightning jolt somewhere else, blots out a different section of the body before jerking it back covered in kerosene and lit ablaze.

Twilight's tongue hangs out of her mouth, she starts slobbering like a demented filly in estrus, her pussy a mess of mare-juice, dripping and sloshing all over your cock.

"Yeth," she says, her voice high-pitched, oblivious. "I love thex tho much... I wanna make your brain have an orgathm!"

The fingers are around every side of the squishy grey mass. They're squeezing, and all of the pieces of memory and open awareness of smooshing into a pile. A ball of hotel soap being rolled up over and over again. So small you could make it a molecule. Poking through pieces of paper, water raining on your high school year-book.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth too. Your heart only remembers to beat half the time. Your limbs start counting the seconds left for the muscles to know how to respond.

"Uggghnnhth..." is the sound that comes out of your mouth.

Twilight's hand squeezes down around your brain like she's using a stress-ball. Her pussy clenches around your cock like a velvet vice as her pussy squirts mare-juice all over your crotch and chest.

"Fuuuuck, I'm cuuuuumming," Twilight says, rocking her head back and forth deliriously. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming so good, I'm squishing up your little human brain like a stale peanut, fuuuck..."

A light blinks on in the back of your head. On, then off. Off. Then on. Then on. Then off again.

When it blinks on for the third time, you close your eyes.

Your brain explodes out of your skull, squirting through your eye-sockets, ears, nose, and mouth like the insides of a marshmallow peep when you smoosh it. Or that guy from that one movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger on the planet Mars. That was a scary movie.

When Twilight comes down from her orgasm, she throws your body into the dumpster and uses a convenient magical spell to clean the room while she goes downstairs and makes herself a delicious BLT sandwich for lunch. And it tastes really good.

BAD END

Author's Note

When I was a kid playing Final Fantasy VII, another friend and I used to speculate on the effects that the 'Bio' spell physically had on opponents or monsters. Our combined theory was that the highest level would rearrange your internal organs, which was the most messed-up sounding thing I could think of at the time. It still sounds pretty messed up today, and I've always wanted to write a story based around that premise somehow. The kind of fetishes you accumulate growing up in the post-internet era are a little out there sometimes, I guess.

Have a blessed day~