His Final Birthday Present
A masochist wants a special present for his 18th birthday--his final birthday, and Silver Breeze is going to give it to him
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The young man had never been happier in his life. It was his 18th birthday, and his girlfriend’s, too, and the two of them exchanged gifts that morning. He eagerly tears into the package, throwing off the lid to show off the surprise inside.
He lifts the garments, revealing a schoolgirl outfit. He stares at his girlfriend with a shocked expression and cannot even form words.
She nods. “That’s right. It’s a birthday gift for both of us. I got you exactly what you asked for.”
Tearing up, the young man wraps his arms around her, nuzzling her tightly as tears stream down his cheeks.
It’s not long before both of them are in the bedroom. His eyes are closed as she slips the leggings on him and gets the skirt just right. He puckers his lips when she applies the lipstick and giggles as the eyeliner goes on.
“You look beautiful, babe,” his girlfriend says, giving him a light peck on the cheek. “Just what my subby little ‘girlfriend’ always needed. Go ahead, open up.”
He flutters his eyes open, and before him stands a version of him he had always dreamed up, a femboy—dressed up just like a Japanese schoolgirl. “I… it’s beautiful,” he says, sniffling.
She rubs his shoulders and leans in, kissing him on the forehead, “And for my masochistic little freak, I got the other part ready, too. Meet me at the ranch later today. Keep the outfit on, my wonderful little sissy.”
* * *
It had been the most challenging day of his life, the wait burning through his very being. His dick, only covered with a pair of panties, shows through his skirt, raising the thing up as he sits on the bus heading to the ranch. He can feel everyone’s eyes on him, making him blush.
But what makes him blush harder is that this is the last time any of these people will ever see him–or rather, her!.
Her girlfriend greets her at the gate, looking mighty fine in her overalls and rancher hat. She tips her hat back and whistles. “Well, well, ain’t you a purdy thing?” she says. “Got you a meeting with Silver Breeze, just like you requested. He’s waitin’ for you right over there,” she says, motioning to the stables.
The birthday girl’s heart flutters, and she gulps, passing by her girlfriend. “I guess… this is goodbye,” says the sissy, her lips quivering.
“Yeah… well, I gotta get ya ready for ‘im,” she says. “So not just yet.”
Squealing, the birthday girl rushes off to the stable. When she peers in, she sees a frame complete with the ropes to tie her down.
The birthday girl’s girlfriend grabs her by the shoulder and latches her to the cushioned seat, ropes binding around her body, her ankles spread on either side of the seat, her wrists chained.
“Well, that’ll do it. Happy trails, pardner,” she says, giving the birthday girl a slap on the butt before she tears the sissy’s panties off, leaving them dangling, ready.
The birthday girl’s asshole quivers in anticipation as she hears something clopping in the shadows.
“So,” says a gruff voice once they are alone, “This is what she sent me.”
“Y-you’re Silver Breeze, right?”
“Name’s always stuck,” says the voice, snorting. “Though nowadays, it’s more fittin’ than ever. Heh, nice tits ya got there.”
“Y-yeah, the breast forms really make me look the part.”
“I can tell you really like being the helpless gal.”
“So, so helpless,” she sighs, her dick twitching.
“I gotta warn you,” says Silver Breeze. I’m over three inches in diameter. I don’t think that asshole of yours can take it, girlie.”
She bites his lip, trying to get a good look at the one who will wreck him. “I don’t care,” she says. “I want you to go until I burst! F-for real!.”
“So that’s how it is,” says Silver Breeze. “You ain’t the first to want a send-off by me. Now, do you want it quick?”
“Gods no. Make it last as long as possible!”
“You’re a sick bitch. I like that,” he says. “Alright then… I hope you’re ready.”
Suddenly, a massive weight falls upon her, her partner’s large body putting pressure upon her back and her ass. That gigantic cock presses against her asshole, and with a mighty thrust, Silver Breeze gets himself inside.
Pain rushes through the birthday girl’s mind, sending sparks and stares into her eyes.
The thrusts begin slow. They’re there mainly to get him going, spread her out, and make room. There’s no need for lubrication because the birthday girl’s walls provide it for them.
“Nnnfh… you’re so fuckin’ tight. Must be a virgin! What a sick fuck you are, comin’ to me!”
At this point, the sissy can no longer respond. Her voice cries out only in pain and pleasure, changing based on how deep and how fast her partner takes him.
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.”