Kevin

Kyle rested in his wheelchair, lighting a cigarette to bask in the afterglow. Once his smoke was through, Kyle bent down to his flaccid cock, which was coated in cum, scat, vomit, and blood. While the rancid mixture of assorted viscera and sexual juices was cooling to his cock, Kyle also knew that having such insanitary substances smothering his sex organ was highly dangerous, as it ran the risk of giving him an infection.

Knowing what needed to be done, Kyle took the crud-coated cock into his mouth, beginning to suckle and tougue the various areas. While this exercise was for sanitation rather than pleasure, Kyle soon found himself erect, and ready to party. As he licked the various disgusting substances off of his glistening, spit soaked cock, Kyle began to swallow them, savoring the putrescent, flavorful feeling of the assortment of horrible things slid down his gullet.

Sucking himself as he savored the stinky scat salad, Kyle began to tongue his glans, stimulating the thick, sensitive member in his mouth.

Moaning into his colossal cock, Kyle came with the ferocity of a howling wolf as wave after wave of salty semen shot out and slid straight down his esophagus, directly into his shit-filled stomach.

Meanwhile, ten feet away:

Karl had finally captured Twist, but alas, the squirming and thrashing of the tiny foal made it virtually impossible for him to sexually assault her. No matter, carrying the small pony in one arm, Karl grabbed a large rock, as he slowly twisted Twist's left hind leg. Karl then raised the rock high above his head, and brought it down upon Twist's twisted limb.

"What a Twist!" Karl exclaimed as he brutally beat the rest of Twist's legs until they consisted of nothing but bloody, gravelly bones, and a mass of mutilated muscles.

Twist, sure to do her part, was shrieking in the throws of agony as her poor legs were damaged beyond repair. Naturally this meant that she'd never make peppermints again, leaving her unable to perform her special talent. Twist was now as worthless as a piece of shit, and was of no use to anyone except as a sex doll. Thankfully for her, using her as a sex doll was Karl's exact intention, so at least she'll die with purpose.

Feeling in the mood for a joke, Karl decided to tie Twist's twisted legs into a poodle, giggling over the young foal's agonized shrieks as he made the macabre baloon animal.

Karl then put his hard, throbbing cock up to Twist's tender, young pussy. Before he thrust his girthy, eleven-inch dick directly into Twist's dry hole, he leaned down.

"Better watch out, better not cry, try not to scream, I'm going in dry."

Karl thrust his massive member into Twist's tight twat, cooing in pleasure as he tore her pussy apart. Blood dribbled from Twist's torn pussy, coating Karl's cock and covering the floor in crimson juices.

"YOLO!" Karl screamed as he swung his dick, slamming Twist's head into a tree. The blunt force trauma managed to knock her unconscious, giving her salvation from the immense pain.

Unfortunately she dreamt about getting raped and eviscerated sooo...

Yeah Twist died.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY STUDENTS?!" Screamed Cheerilee as she menacingly flailed a rubber chicken.

Kevin looked at Cheerilee's moist, succulent, delicious flank.

"Jackpot."