His Final Birthday Present 2
An extreme masochist gets a present for their 18th birthday--their final birthday
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With a huffing snort and a whinny, Silver Breeze thrusts again, faster this time, burrowing deeper, getting past the next barrier.
The sissy’s eyes roll back, and her tongue rolls out. “Gaaaach!”
That’ll be your colon,” says Silver Breeze. “Maybe not as slow as you wanted, but hell, are you even in charge here?”
Precum drips out of the sissy’s cock as blood trickles down from her destroyed hole. She lets out a gurgling cry as the movements continue to piston, squelching and squishing into her, getting deeper and deeper, more and more.
“Nnnf, y-you won’t be able to hear me very well anymore, I’d bet!” Silver Breeze says, panting and grunting through each thrust. “Just let the pain take ya wherever it’s gonna take ya. Probably straight to hell, you slut!”
With that, Silver Breeze’s cock unleashes a thick hot load deep into her, filling up her stomach, making her bulge and squish. By all that’s degenerate, the sissy now looks like she’s pregnant with just Breeze’s studly seed!”
She doesn’t have long to appreciate the first orgasm as Breeze continues his relentless attack, bursting through the intestines, mashing the two of them up until they’re nothing but a fine paste.
The sissy’s eyes are glazed over in the pain of it all, her mind full of sensory overload. She’s drooling, from her cock and from her mouth and from her ass, letting out more of the strange gurgling sound.
“Nnfh… now comes… the horrifying part!” grunts Silver Breeze as he finally slips hooves free from their resting place and puts his full, massive weight on top of the pain-throbbing new adult. Some gasps come out of the birthday girl, but are they from her elation, or are they from the cock smashing up against her lungs? It’s hard to say, as her hips are now a bloody mess, slick and making the pole jammed up inside her faster and faster, her organs, her blood, her bile, all of them slicking up the thing and making it go deeper into him.
Silver Breeze growls, another snort, and a significant whinny erupts from him as he erupts.
The orgasm is insane; it swells the sissy’s belly to a ridiculous size before he can take no more of it, and with a final screaming exhale, she bursts!
Blood drips from every corner of the seat, and following it is a mix of cum and guts, just slopping out onto the floor in small piles, creamy white, red, green, and yellow. A rainbow of gore finds its way to the stable floor, sending rotten smells and putrid displays everywhere.
The pile of meat shivers, her face a nearly blank expression as her longs try to keep her going, and her heart, held in by his blood-soaked breast forms, desperately pumps.
“Now, then,” says Silver Breeze, “time for the coup de grace.” He says this, huffing, climbing up the chair. He presses his front hoof against the sissy’s temple. “You were a good masochist. I’ll remember you.”
And with that, Silver Breeze slowly and steadily applies pressure, the sissy’s skull cracking, blood spurting out from her mouth and nose. Her eyes bug and soon pop out, her final groans escaping as desperate cries before suddenly, her whole skull caves in, leaving only a soupy mess and his lower jaw, his tongue dangling to the side.
With a final snort, Silver Breeze removes his hoof and stands behind the corpse, nodding. “Another one bites the dust.”
The door to the stable opens, and the young man’s ex-girlfriend steps in, biting her lips, looking at the horrific display before her. “It’s… it’s done…?” She asks, holding her camera in her trembling hand. One might think for a moment that she was terrified, but the smile on her face and the biting on her lip tell a very different, much more depraved story.
“I reckon all that’s left is to clean up everything,” nods the executioner. “You’re a mighty sick fuck, you know that? I’ll never understand you humans.”
“And yet you eagerly send us to our grave when we ask. Curious.”
He huffs. “So, got any more coming my way?”
With that, she smiles, a gleam of sadism on her face. “Oh, there’s very much more about where that came from. Smile, Silver Breeze, you’re an internet celebrity. A million views and a hundred thousand subs from your first-ever snuff stream.”
The executioner nods, turning, his tail swishing back and forth. “I reckon that’s good then. Gotta find a way to pay you all back for what you’ve done. Now, little lady… I believe you promised to clean up this mess.”