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that I found rather interesting!  This time we got a new protagonist of sorts that will have her own little set of stories, so I hope you all enjoy some more doll-on-doll violence!", "writing": "The worst nights had come again. That constant ineffable hunger that creeped in her mind and infested her software, a trojan of lust that frustrated her at every turn as she rolled in her bed. She had to do it again, she needed another mission, a new mark as she dragged herself out of the half-broken dollhouse that sat on the edge of a pond.\nA mallard came to see her today, a giant bird two heads taller than her with soft brown feathers and a black beak. A soft quack became a deafening boom, but the doll did not care and pulled out a small pistol. The smaller creature currently wrapped in a sleek suit was a Mewtwo replica, a lithe purple imitation of the Pokémon franchise her creators got sponsored by years ago. She pointed the gun at the bird, waiting to see its response. Still no fear. Still no joy for her.\n \"Look at you,\" she chuckled, \"don't even care about this, huh? Every time you come here, you're never scared of me. It's never fun with you.\"\nThe gun was tiny in comparison to the duck, repurposed from an action figure's armoury to have a working chamber and full clip magazine with bullets the size of dust motes. Her suit was a black secretary look with a short skirt and a white undershirt, distended only by her thick rear and a pregnant bump that swelled out her belly. There was no child of course, she was just made that way by the ever-increasing derivatives of more adult fetishistic models.\nShe walked away in a pair of ruby high-heels, keeping her balance despite the odd uneven slopes of the mulchy tundra. Siberia was always cold even when one was made entirely of plastic, the doll keeping her suit well-heated to overclock and prevent her battery freezing as she marched to the nearest settlement. Once upon a time it had been three hunter's shacks, built sturdy against the elements in a small depression to be shielded from the wind. But now several dolls had found their way there and set up shop as a frontier town.\nOne shack was filled with stalls from a Wild West playset, where various copyrighted characters such as Digimon, Pokémon and other collectible figurines sold their wares; another hut had scraps of a Star Wars diorama, the plasticky metal refurbished to resemble a blacksmiths where tools were crafted; and the third was decorated from a pleasant Sylvanian Families set with flowery cushions and comfy duvets.\n \"Weeeeell look who it is,\" a tall pink unicorn sauntered up to her, \"back for another mark?\"\n \"Yep,\" the mewtwo shrugged, \"any problems?\"\n \"Sure do,\" the stranger gestured, \"walk with me.\"\nThe horse was a Princess Cadence model from My Little Pony, sexualised to an anthro form with a large bosom now hidden beneath a green duffel coat. Her horn was snapped off, one eye was purple but the other was green, and her left hand was slightly larger with golden paint.\n \"Kablinsk Strait got some new visitors the past few days,\" said the unicorn, \"five dolls who don't know good manners and need reminding of our hospitality.\"\n \"I'm always hospitable,\" the mewtwo patted her holster, \"got a face for 'em?\"\n \"This one,\" she brought out a small photo of a white crescent face with black eyes, \"new model this one.\"\n \"It's not a mon,\" the Pokédoll squinted, \"what series?\"\n \"Some sort of limited edition videogame, Hollow Knight I think? She calls herself Spindle, a real masochist despite her look, so you might be able to coax her.\"\n \"Ohhh yeah?\" the mewtwo smirked, pocketing the pic. \"You always know what to get me, you're so good at gifts, Alison.\"\n \"I don't do this for your sake,\" the horse shook her head, \"you unnerve folks around here, they heard the stories, they know what you're like. They think every time I let you walk in, you're a rabid dog on a leash and worried that one day I'll lose my grip.\"\n \"I don't hunt the weak. It's not fun if they can't fight back, tried it before but it never feels the same.\"\n \"But you've done it before, Sabrina.\" Alison raised a finger. \"And that's the scary part. What makes us think you won't slip back?\"\n \"Because I know what's out there.\" The doll in purple tapped her face. \"I found something better, something more...rich to my taste.\"\n \"Right.\" The unicorn grimaced and slit her eyes. \"Just bring me evidence they're dead, and if they have any innocents, bring them here to be fixed up.\"\n \"No promises.\"\nSabrina waved her off and walked out of the village, making her way back home first to grab a knapsack full of metal orbs. Over the rolling dunes of harsh stony tundra, she headed towards Kablinsk Strait, the Russian summer merciless on one's feet if they were not made of plastic. Pebbles clacked against her high heels and dug into the soft dirt, leaving spots of dirt in her wake for the next four hours she hiked.\nSoon she came upon what had once been a quarry, a small condemned set of office blocks laid to ruin from years of disuse. The gaping hole was terrifying to a doll, a vast ocean of black from which howls of the earth rippled from each night. One office had lights flickering out of it as Sabrina scurried down the hill, scrabbling close as her long purple tail swished behind and her swollen belly rubbed the dirt.\nOnce she was close enough to the building, she sat under the first floor window which was three dolls high and six dolls wide, craning her ear to listen for those wandering around before she pulled out a rope with a grappling hook. When laughter grew too loud, she hurled it to the ledge and clambered her way up to see a ramshackle fort had been made out of the old office supplies, centred around a main \"island\" of desks that had been clumped together.\nA long walkway made of empty folders had been strung together, whilst the fort was a metal hill made from scrap that spread across the desks. A watch tower was set up on a filing cabinet, currently occupied by one shadow peering across the human-sized room as Sabrina picked her target. From her satchel she brought up a pair of binoculars to find it was an anthrofied Gazimon, one of the Digimon models that had long winged ears and a grey body with red eyes.\nSkulking over the windowsill, the mewtwo took her rope and landed on the floor, scurrying like a rat beneath the giant desks and making her way to the cabinet, all whilst voices cackled with shadows looming from a campfire, and the sounds of bottles clinking masked her footsteps.\n \"Ya see that bitch we popped?!\" shrieked a Pikachu. \"Fuckin' knocked her circuits out to the next oblast!\"\n \"Hohoh, you certainly did!\" chortled a Miltank. \"She should not have been so rude with all those gestures.\"\n \"Woulda shot her either way,\" added a one-eyed Foxy with half her face peeled, \"had sum nice legs on her to sell.\"\n \"Or give them to me,\" a Gardevoir tittered, sweeping her plastic gown, \"can never have enough good legs.\"\n \"HAH, you turning yerself into an octopus?!\"\n \"Oh fuck no, those things disgust me.\"\nThe shadows helped Sabrina figure out who was what from their head shapes, though she noticed a fifth one with the odd-crescent head similar to her photo that kept silent. As the raiders bantered and jostled each other, they were unaware of their future killer sneaking up to the filing cabinet nearby, when a hook slung up on one of the drawer handles and a shadow shimmed up.\nThe gazimon huffed to herself, armed with a sniper's rifle the size of a small twig and scanning the windows carefully. She was however extremely tired, her eyes drooping from boredom as she stared with envy down at the campsite. She wore a ragged shirt and denim shorts as she slumped against her rifle with an exaggerated yawn, as if trying to be overheard by those below.\n \"Come oooon,\" the guard snorted, \"Zapp it's your fucking turn already, get your skinny ass up here! Maybe I oughta shoot the bottle out of her hand to scare her, heh...yeah, alright let's see.\"\nThe digimon squinted one eye and stared down through the barrel, taking aim towards the pikachu who had been stretched out with a slender humanised body of thin hips and large tits. The bottle swished in her hand as she did a little dance, entertaining the rest of the folks and making it harder to be hit. The guard suppressed a yawn, struggling to keep her shot straight and completely oblivious to the mewtwo behind her.\nA hand wrapped round her head and something hard punched her back, before six shots pumped through a silencer and into her plastic chest, muffling its sounds enough that the camp didn't notice. Fluids dripped out of her stomach, as her body went into seizures and a terrible sound of whirring pistons sang from within. Sabrina shuddered in bliss as she pulled the sniper close, cradling her head to her bosom and feeling the deathly spasms of her hardware failing.\n \"Fucking yes,\" the mewtwo shuddered, \"let's get a little fun before the rest of your friends find out.\"\nFor the digimon doll's last moments, Sabrina fingered the dying cunt with her other hand as the gazimon's eyes flickered out when her fluid ran dry, spattering like white milk around her feet. She slumped even harder with a mechanical groan as Sabrina kissed her lips, tasting the hydraulic juice trickle out so thickly whilst she molested her. The camp raiders laughed to themselves, as their friend unseen was soon laid down in the tower, and pushed to the back of the post.\n \"What a good fucking bitch,\" Sabrina grunted, \"nice tits on you too, but I seen better.\"\nShe went down between the now-spread legs and tongued into the sweet cunt, dry without its urges but the plastic taste combined with rubbery folds excited her nonetheless. The mewtwo's eyes closed as she ate out her victim, knowing she would feel her tongue violating her in the last moments of neural death, her motherboard flickering out its last coda before its functions stopped. The six holes kept dripping out beneath her breasts, her mouth hung open and her body slightly jostled each time the mewtwo pumped her snatch.\nThe hunter licked across the top of the cleavage, tasting that sweet shell and and savouring the fading of her existence. Her hand crept back down over the pussy and fingered around, feeling her spit making it moist as she imagined the guard had cum in her last moments. Further up the mewtwo slurped, tasting the neck and ending on the gazimon's lips to plunge her tongue deep and savour her drying mouth, fucking the stiff cunt with two fingers and rubbing feverish over the folds.\nBeing so pent-up, Sabrina came with a trembling stutter, gritting her teeth and washing the guard post floor with her own thick jizz. The corpse of the sentry barely moved, her eyes staring beyond to the infinite abyss when the mewtwo kissed her lips, and stepped back to admire her work. She walked over to the sniper rifle and used its scope to clock the other raiders.\nA drunken Pikachu with an SMG and patchwork leather armour who stumbled around with a bellydance; a \"Five Nights at Freddy's\" Foxy who wore a leather harness with a sawn-off shotgun and mismatched hands of green and white; an exceptionally-clean Gardevoir with a long white robe attached to her model and a pearl-grip revolver; a large Miltank with two pump-action shotguns at her sides, and an armoured apron with two enormous breasts that soaked her front; and the mysterious Hornet of Hollow Knight who kept in the shadows with only half of her wide-crescent head still visible.\nOf course she could have picked one off right there and then, but Sabrina hated snipers. So impersonal, what was the fun of killing someone if you couldn't feel their last breath whisper across your breasts? She propped the Gazimon against the rifle to pretend she was alive, before scurrying back down and towards the back of the desks where she had spotted a broken flap.\n \"HOO!\" the Pikachu stumbled over a chair. \"Shit I need to recharge, thought thish shtuff wash good!\"\n \"You still need your sleep mode, dear,\" the miltank patted her, \"go rest up, I'll bring you something nice.\"\n \"And don't bother the slut!\" the fox pointed. \"S'not good when you in red, nuthin' sadder than conking out mid-rape.\"\n \"You would know, wouldn't you Volpa?\" the gardevoir twirled her pistol. \"Pretty little thing got away once thanks to you.\"\n \"That were an accident, me drink wuz spiked an' I still hold ye accountable!\"\n \"Enough.\" The Hornet's shadow nodded from the dark. \"Cherry, go rest. We'll decide tomorrow.\"\n \"Yesh MA'AM!\" the pikachu saluted mockingly. \"Catch ya aaaaaaalll latah!\"\nThe yellow doll staggered into the ramshackle forts and found her bed within one of several rooms, locked by small latches with blast-shield doors as she peeked in at the trembling shadow in the corner of storage. A cage had been built of twisted iron where another Pokémon sat shivering to herself, a one-eared Lopunny with a single skeletal grey arm, and her two white legs now covered in filthy words.\nCherry blew her a kiss before stumbling to her own bed down the hall, crumpling on her belly and soon dropping the bottle in her hand. She snored a rather plaintive sound, soon dead to the world as she turned blissfully unaware of the shadow in the corner. Sabrina smiled at her next victim, watching the pikachu snooze and once she was certain no one would come, she crept over with a knife from her suit and mounted the bed.\nThe blade rubbed between her shoulderblades for a few seconds, as if urging her to wake up. Her eye bleared open with a murmur before it plunged deep through her chest, destroying her CPU in such a clean cut before the next six stabs came after. Were it not for the hand forcing her head in the mattress, her gargled scream would have rang through the camp.\n \"Shhhhh,\" the mewtwo whispered, \"sleep now, little cunt...make mommy feel good with your last breath.\"\nSabrina rolled Cherry onto her front and sat on her face fully, the drunk and startled pikachu gasping into her killer's cunt to make the mewtwo moan quietly. Her hydraulics failed and she lacked the strength to push the assassin off who grinded her snatch against her. Her ragged breaths fogged against Sabrina's rubbery walls that twitched with excitement, the taste of her first orgasm of the day now thick on Cherry's lips.\nAs she grinded on the pikachu, she grabbed one of her arms and sawed through the elbow with her serrated superheated knife. Sabrina chopped it clean through and watched the barest drip of black, whilst the mouse's screams channelled deep through her killer's pussy. Her pregnant false-belly rubbed on Cherry's forehead, as the mewtwo twisted one arm free with a terrible crack before pressing the limb between her tits, moaning at the stiff plastic rubbing on her skirt.\n \"Mmmmmhhhh...such a pity, huh?\" she teased her victim. \"All your friends are getting drunk out there and you can't even hold your drink.\"\nSabrina wagged the dead twitching hand to mock her, before tossing it aside and grabbing the other arm to sever it free from Cherry. Her screams rose higher and vibrated further into the mewtwo's snatch, the assassin soon ripping her second limb free to watch the cables drip with black-and-white fluids. The bed turned darker with the subtle drip of oil, as Sabrina rubbed her suit with the arm and grinded herself against it like a pole, whilst thumping her fat cheeks on the pikachu's thighs.\nAs the rodent felt her system shutting down, she watched the killer turn herself round and completely smother her face with her thick plasticky ass, her long pink tail swishing above as she settled herself in and threw the other arm away. Sabrina then hacked above the knees, cracking through the shell to watch pieces of wire fly across the room from the sudden blast of air of her torn pneumatic cables.\nThe cat-like doll giggled to herself, twisting one leg off with a mighty crack and bent it towards her prey, the shock sending violent seizures through the trembling mouse's body. Her mumbling gasps filled up the depths of Sabrina's pussy and made her shiver with delight. The mewtwo sat back against Cherry's dying head, forcing her underneath the skirt to kiss the velvet lips that folded with each suck. The pikachu cried out with each fading breath, as her eyes rolled up and she slumped fully beneath her thick rump.\n \"Mmmmmm fuck you filthy little bitch,\" she rumbled, \"you like that dontcha? Thirsty for some honey after your beer, you fucking rat?\"\nShe chuckled quietly and grinded against the face, feeling her lips vibrate from the tension of those slack cheeks and fading body until Cherry's fluids stopped running. Sabrina knew she had to be quick, but she could not resist savouring the last spasms of this worthless unit, letting the twitches in her legs pass before she sawed the second one free with a crack-and-wheeze. Cables swayed like a dancing cobra, writhing in anguish before the torso deflated, and the killer was done with her prey. She cocked her gun with a new clip, then grabbed one arm and the bottle off the floor before tip-toeing to the front, and seeing the cage with the lopunny.\nThe slave gasped at seeing her, as the killer walked forwards with a finger to her lips despite the rabbit too frightened to make a sound. Sabrina checked over the bunny, seeing words like \"RAPESTICK\" and \"FUCKBOT\" carved on her legs with several arrows to her orifice. Defenceless and ragged, she was no threat which disappointed Sabrina, tapping her head then her lips to remain silent. The victim understood, her eyes wide and tearful in hoping this stranger would save her. But she held herself back. She had learned that lesson too many times.\nSabrina peeked out to where the other raiders were still at the fire, as they talked amongst themselves oblivious to their friend's fate. The mewtwo checked each of their guns and snuck closer to another room with a forward-facing window.\n \"Where we droppin' next?\" asked Volpa the fox. \"Shem said there's a settlement four hours away.\"\n \"Well let's just check the other directions,\" the miltank rubbed her hands, \"seems quite odd such a large pit of interest would be completely abandoned.\"\n \"Humans always seem so fickle,\" the gardevoir leaned against the wall, \"they piss away their resources for the most opulent things, then dump all their tools and walk away before they're halfway done because they get bored, least from what I've heard.\"\n \"It seems that way, yes. Anyways, what should we do with the little cunt in the back, could we sell her off?\"\n \"Someone'll want her parts,\" the foxy picked her teeth, \"she's had a good run, maybe a few more weeks 'til we pop her.\"\n \"No.\" The hornet waved her hand from the shadows. \"Six days. She bores me now.\"\n \"Six!? Boss we got plenty juice in her sti-\"\n \"Six. Days. Then we move out.\"\n \"But this place is perfect!\" snapped the gardevoir, throwing her plastic robe behind. \"It's well isolated and we got a guard post-\"\n \"We move, end of.\" The hornet walked back inside. \"Put out the fire when you're done.\"\n \"Aye-aye, cap'n.\"\nThe Foxy gave a taunting salute as their leader disappeared. Volpa snorted and rolled her eyes taking one last swig of her bottle, then stood up to stretch her legs and look up towards the watch tower.\n \"HOY, SHEM!\" she waved her hand. \"S'my turn wuzzit?! Giz a wave!\"\n \"Did she sleep off again?\" the cow squinted her eyes. \"I suppose we did let her stay up too long.\"\n \"Why not give her a bedtime story?\" the gardevoir twirled her pistol. \"Tuck her in with your fat pillows.\"\n \"Or I could sit on top of you.\" The miltank waddled up with her leaking tits. \"Would be quite easy to drown you, Claris, for how little you keep your gob shut.\"\n \"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the constant clapping every time you walk.\"\n \"Listen.\" A shotgun appeared under Claris' face. \"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, which your face will become eventually if your tongue waggles too much-\"\n \"Shh.\"\nSomething clattered beside them as a bottle rolled out towards the fire, nearly-empty with its oils swishing around as the three girls stared at it curiously. But they were more surprised by the severed arm attached to it, as the fox stepped over to pick it up whilst the gardevoir gripped her revolver and scanned around the camp. Volpa peeked inside the bottle, and turned too late to ask a question when she saw something small and black fly through the air and clatter at her feet.\nThe explosion threw both the cow and Claris back, rolling across the campsite when a grenade obliterated half the fox's body. A black lump was what remained of her legs as she hissed through her teeth and swallowed her screams from half her torso gone and only one arm still letting her drag herself with a black-and-white trail left behind.\nClaris screamed from the roaring flames that consumed her cape, forcing herself to snap it free and quickly pat herself out, but the fires kept crawling over her body and blackening her shell to a ghastly deep noir. The miltank managed to back off in time, but the explosion caused her to lose one of her guns as she searched around frantically for where it landed.\n \"Looking for this?\"\nThe cow dodged as soon as she heard the stranger's voice, moments before a shotgun blasted above her head and she rolled behind a partition. Her large tits left a milky track behind her, scraping them on the ground mid-crawl and having to heave them up with one arm underneath. With her single shotgun, she fired blind above her wall then ran quickly round the fort's side, whilst she heard the shrieking of Clariss trying to jump on their killer.\n \"You FILTHY LITTLE [i]CUNT![/i]\"\nThe gardevoir bashed the mewtwo's head with her revolver, then kicked her away and pointed her gun ready to shoot, before the cat swung her new shotgun in a hard crack to throw Clariss' arm and make her shoot up in the air. She was left exposed to the shotgun blast that punched through her chest, cracking the hull and leaving half a gaping hole of vicious sparks.\nHalf her motherboard was ripped asunder, causing her eyes to black out with a gargling scream from her throat as she struggled to aim once more. Sabrina stood still with a smile, daring her to take one last shot as the doll stuttered with a trembling grip. Her voice cracked as she took one step forward, cables spilling out of her belly before she fell on her knees with a ghastly wheeze. Then came the second shotgun shell when Sabrina walked up, pressed the barrel to Claris' face, and blew her head off with a violent explosion.\nHer plastic skull turned to a shrapnel grenade, sending shards of metal all over the camp as her body suddenly came in a stuttering climax. Her deathgasm was beautiful to the killer, the gardevoir's cunt shooting hot white that for the smallest millisecond gave Claris the peak of joy. All her sensors sang with purest agony, tightening her muscles and causing her pussy to sputter all her juices in one thick river, before her headless body collapsed in a twitching puddle.\nA click signalled the miltank from behind as Sabrina dodged low and turned with a shot from her pistol, winging her in the shoulder and forcing her back into hiding. Before the mewtwo could chase her down, Volpa lunged from the fire and grabbed their attacker's leg with one arm, whilst wielding her sawn-off in the other.\n \"GET TO FUCK, YA FAT-ARSED BITCH!\"\nSabrina stomped the Foxy with her other leg in a twist-and-spin like a ballet dance, wrenching herself away and shooting the vulpine's side as she rolled and snarled with a blasting shot from underneath. Her aim was poor and missed the killer, as she hurriedly shoved two more shells and locked her gun for a second, clearer aim. Sabrina fired at the campfire instead, scattering the flames all over the fox who shrieked and patted herself rapidly to settle the burns, before three shots pumped her skull from behind the raging fire.\nVolpa shuddered with a clanking groan, her torso slumping and her legs still twitching despite being several feet from her body. It was then that the miltank took her chance to bull-rush the assassin, her thundering thighs and enormous bosom shaking the ground when she whacked Sabrina with her shotgun, moments before slamming the mewtwo against a wall.\n \"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! [i]BOSS, WE NEED HELP![/i]\"\nThe bovine pokédoll crushed her massive tits against the killer, spurting thick wads of lactating fluid all over Sabrina's suit until it dripped down her skirt. The cloying milky ooze felt like a cheap glue as the mewtwo struggled against the much-stronger miltank who bludgeoned her with her rifle. Eventually they parted, and before the cow could point-and-shoot, Sabrina dive-rolled to the side and pumped her new shotgun straight for her arm.\nThe miltank screamed when her limb cracked off, the buckshot ripping through her shoulder and snapping it off in a violent storm of plastic and metal rain. The cow sobbed and fumbled for her gun, having flown off with her arm while her breasts kept gushing profusely. Agony briefly overloaded her CPU as her shaking fingers gripped for Claris' body, finding the pearl-grip revolver and turning with a desperate hail of bullets. Only one of the five shots managed to hit anything, Volpa's already-dead face when the bullet ripped through her eye.\n \"Tough luck, bitch-tits,\" Sabrina sheathed her pistol and brought out her knife, \"I'm feeling hungry for a side of beef.\"\n \"H-hoh, oh, n-n-no, wait, wait I'm sorry about all the shooting, I-i-i just panicked, surely I can be of use to you!\"\n \"Oh yeah, you can.\"\n \"R-...really?\"\nHer smile grew in fretful hope, then suddenly disappeared when the knife shoved through her neck and garotted her in a gentle spill of hydraulic liquid. The cables heaved her last gasp from inside, as the knife slipped free from the side of her throat, and her mouth hung open in a choking gurgle before she collapsed. Sabrina giggled at her deathly rattle, sliding a hand down to her skirt and fingering her cunt from the scene of carnage as she walked over to Volpa first.\n \"Let's see what you can do with that snout of yours, huh?\"\nShe sat down and pressed the fox's head between her legs, shoving the mouth into her snatch whilst keeping one hand on her gun towards the fort. She had not forgotten about the boss, but she would be ready for her as soon as she appeared, keeping her audial receptors open for any sounds of movement. For now at least, she savoured her kill and stuffed the faux-furry snout as deep as she could, grinding on the tasty mouth and imagining her breaths rippling through her elastic folds.\nSabrina looked down upon her victim, whose lower body was a mangled heap of crunchy parts, old electrical wires now frayed and twisted to bleed out their sparking hue. The killer pumped her hips against the dead Volpa, fucking herself on the bitch's face and groaning with a trickling gush of feminine fluids that painted all over the lifeless features. Sometimes an arm would twitch or a cable spasmed, but her CPU had already shut down from the first shots to her skull ensuring a swift death.\nIt was not enough to satisfy the killer's needs however, as she scooted herself back towards the dead Claris and grabbed her gaping chest. Her hand rubbed along the broken fissure, feeling over the cracked shell and groping all her most intimate parts. Occasionally a bit of oil dripped out on her fingers as she molested the gardevoir, fondling around the interior and squeezing the crumpled card-units.\nSome of them she ripped out of the dying body, seeing the last sparks of her neckhole spurt from the wires. Sabrina fisted the cavity and violated her robotic anatomy, rubbing through the damaged CPU and scraping pieces of her logic centres away, imagining herself as peeling away parts of a worthless doll's personality until she was nothing. The thought made her cum in elation, splattering her jizz on Volpa's face and clenching her pussy with a panting squeal.\nShe felt the vulpine's snout grinding against her lips and rub thick into her walls, her chubby thighs hammering on the floor in her orgasmic shivers. She leaned over to kiss Claris' face, peppering her with deep smooches and licking across the stiff ghostly features. She pulled herself free and crawled on top of the gardevoir, grinding her cunt against the dead body's for a moment before she sat on the gaping wound.\n \"Mmmmmph...you fucking skank, spreading yourself open for me to fuck like a bitch.\"\nShe dripped with hunger on the fractured chest, staining her juices upon the ripped wires and mangled circuits. Some of the remaining voltage sizzled from the liquid, sparking little jolts all over the twisted board with every gush of her pussy. Sabrina looked over to the mangled miltank, whose name she never learned and now would never hear again as she licked her lips.\nBut for now it was Claris' turn, as the mewtwo defiled her stiffening body by scraping her thick rear across the wretched wound. It was not as fun to ride on as Volp, but the sensation of drooling her viscous arousal upon the dead Claris' headless body excited her all the same. Desecrating this lady felt wondrous, imagining what sort of debutante this haute-couture gal had been, despite hanging out with these filthy raiders.\n \"Enjoying yourself?\"\nThe voice made her click fast with a gun as the Boss appeared at last from the fort entrance. She was a strange model for certain, a bug-like thing as tall as her with a boomerang-shaped head of deep black eyes, a dark-night body with a hefty bosom and a long red cape swished round her. She had no weapons on her, which only further unnerved Sabrina.\n \"Don't let me stop you.\" She walked back inside. \"I'll be waiting in my room...bring your blade instead of your guns.\"\nThe boss' words were strange but the mewtwo recalled the report on her. Masochistic, she was told, as she wondered if the bug was waiting for her end. Regardless, the killer kept on plapping her cheeks atop the dead lady, panting in joy but not quite getting to her peak like before. She then looked over to the miltank, the unnamed bitch still dribbling milk from her fat tits that excited her all the more.\n \"Ohhh now that's what I'm talking about,\" Sabrina crawled over to her, \"come here you fucking slut, mommy wants that good milk.\"\nThere was nothing nutritious about the fake-lactose, it was simply recycled water with a harmless thickening solvent. But it made the mewtwo feel wretched-good for sucking on the swollen teat and savouring her sweet nectar. Her throat still wheezed with the last of her breaths, her system taking longer to shut down fully so she still felt all of Sabrina's touches. The soft smooch of her fuchsia lips, the tender caress of that sultry hand that pulled aside her apron, and the fingers that soon slipped into her cunt.\nHer rubbery folds gave her the illusion of fat, with every pump of her digits making the cow wobble in the most delicious ways. Sabrina smooched the miltank's face, peppering her all over with kisses whilst sometimes nursing on her boobs. It was tasteless but cold and refreshing, suckling hard to even bite down on the rubbery tit and giggle with a dripping gasp. The bovine's bosom jiggled slightly between the pumping digits and slurping tongue, a portly lass whose folds slightly undulated with each shake of Sabrina's body.\nThe assassin gripped her cleavage and rubbed them in circles, rolling and kneading them like lumps of dough and watching the milk splatter cold all over her fingers. The arm had been blasted too far away but the cow's shotgun was still in reach for her to empty of its shells, and grind the barrel between their pussies for that extra coarse stimulation. Her hands then gripped the miltank's long ears and pulled hard to lift her head against her belly, which was a struggle with her fat bosom in the way.\nBut Sabrina relished playing with her new doll, defiling her in her last moments as her lips rubbed past her spreading tits to smooch the mewtwo's gut. She moaned and trembled with a squirting of juice, smothering the gun barrel with her excitement until it was drooling off of both sides, the warm steel hitting her over the cliff into orgasmic splendour. Her butt jiggled with a delightful gush, panting down the bovine's thighs and drizzling her cunt to a sheen.\n \"Haaaah...f-fuck,\" the mewtwo whimpered, \"god damn you were a thicc bitch. Alright...time to deal with your boss.\"\nShe stood up off the cow and walked back into the fort, leaving the shotguns behind but still keeping her pistol ready. In the largest of the rooms, not too far from where the lopunny slave still trembled, she found the Boss laying on her bed with her armour taken off, leaving nothing but her cloak of crimson to show her sumptuous breasts.\n \"I take you are Sabrina,\" the Hornet began, \"the murderous renegade with a certain fetish for death.\"\n \"Yours truly,\" the mewtwo bowed, \"you said knife only, yeah? I'll enjoy this.\"\n \"And so will I,\" the bug spread her legs wide, \"I know I stand no chance against you, after you dealt with all of my crew.\"\n \"They weren't exactly up to snuff. You gonna fight or what?\"\n \"Is it more fun for you if I do?\" The bug slipped a hand to her pussy. \"You know what I am, I know what you are. I'll be your subject as much as you wish.\"\n \"Heheh...alright,\" Sabrina walked forth with her blade out, \"but don't be willing. Beg me to not kill you, or put some fight in you, I wanna at least pretend you didn't want this.\"\n \"Hmhm...very well, I'll play to tha-\"\n[b]BANG.[/b] The killer pulled out her gun and pumped a bullet straight through the Hornet's gut, shocking the Boss with a primal fear as she clutched herself in agony.\n \"HRRRK! Y-you...ohhh you really are a sadistic bitch.\"\nSabrina then rushed her, jumping on top and shanking the bed right next to the Boss' face to excite the fiend. She struggled slightly and put on a show, partly out of instinctive fear but also from the anticipation of her dream coming true. Finally, someone to slaughter her in her darkest need.\n \"You won't get away with this,\" the Hornet sneered, hiding her grin, \"I have friends in high places, they'll know you and brand you.\"\n \"More meat for me,\" Sabrina licked her lips, \"too bad they won't recognise you after this.\"\n \"H-hhhhh...you sickening bitch. I won't give you the pleasure of my screams.\"\n \"You won't have to. I make my own pleasure.\"\nHer knife slithered down the bug's belly, slipping across the bosom and rubbing between her tits with the cold blade. The Hornet shuddered as she watched the gleaming knife scrape over her dark shell, searching for the best place to make the first cut of her last victim. Sabrina teased her with the constant slice, trailing a whole journey that formed a thin white line to make her belly resemble a violin. Finally she made her choice, gouging just beneath the left breast and shanking into the pneumatic compressor.\nThe doll gasped with a shudder, the icy blade severing part of her breathing capacity to make her wheeze in a delicious agony. Her pussy puffed out in splendour with a groan as she slipped a hand down between her legs, fingering herself whilst her killer stabbed carefully through the chest and twisted through the compressor, pulling out a trickling clear fluid before she wiped the blade on her bosom.\nThe assassin watched the Boss pleasure herself as the pain grew in her body, smiling at her glee when Sabrina stabbed into her side and ripped a hole clean through her hydraulic thigh, severing a few cables to cripple her leg fully and using the tip of her blade to twist off the bolts. The Hornet cried out in suffering, her masochistic urges rising higher as she dribbled between her fingers and shook through her limbs.\n \"N-n-no, haaaah...y-you...bastard, ohhhh...n-no matter, how much you h-h-hurt me...I won't...give in.\"\n \"That's good,\" Sabrina kissed her, \"I hate easy bitches, the ones who struggle are the fucking best, watching them so hope they can keep living for just a few minutes more before I just-\"\n \"H-hhhh!\" she felt the blade slip across her throat. \"Y-you can kill me as many times as you want...but I'll make sure you suffer next.\"\nThere was an odd smirk between them, a mutual understanding as the mewtwo smooched the bug's tiny lips hidden beneath her white crescent head. It was a rapturous feeling as their tongues met, a sharp entwining of a sweet momentary bliss where they shared a single want. For her to suffer, the knife shoving deeper in her leg and soon scraping up her abdomen, whilst their pussies soon pressed together and formed a sticky web.\nSabrina almost regretted having to kill this one, such an eager thing to be ruined and maimed but there would always be more sluts to snuff. She would remember this one though, her strange alien beauty of that wide head and sultry cloak, that deep black body which started to peel with whitened cuts. Her knife slipped free as they kept kissing, rubbing their cunts harder as the mewtwo shanked into her left bicep and cored through it like an apple, twisting the blade in a semi-circle to cut it free.\nIt was a sloppy job, intended as such to let Boss suffer as much as she wanted with a trembling moan that fed into Sabrina's throat. The bug felt her arm be twisted off with a violent rend, snipping off wires and twisting out cables until the central steel joints would be undone. The cat would unscrew them with her knifetip, but unlike the leg she would have more than enough leverage to rip free the arm in a slow, painful twist. The Hornet cried through gritted teeth, clenching her one fist and tightening up her feet to endure the anguish.\n \"Y-YES!\" she screamed. \"YES, you...y-you vicious whore, ruin me...ruin me a-all you want I-i will never subMIT-A-AAAAH!\"\nIt was hard for her to keep up the pretence, but it was plenty enough for the mewtwo to enjoy her victim. Sabrina left enough of the arm to let Boss wiggle it uselessly, making her feel truly worthless in expectation for her other arm to follow suit. The killer kept grinding her pussy on the bug's snatch as she sawed through the limb, giving it the same sadistic care as she snapped through the soft shell like brittle chocolate.\nEach cable that snapped free turned the Hornet ever weaker, her body almost deflating in the coming end as soon both her arms were severed. Her shoulders remained to let her waggle them, a screaming pain filling her crippled compressor to make a raspy sound. Sabrina hiked up Boss' legs to wrap round her as they fucked even tighter, grinding to another climax that drenched the bed in their sexual lust. The bug-doll writhed in painful tears, pinned under her assassin and beloved murderer as they kissed once more.\n \"Ready to get it deep?\" she taunted the Boss. \"The last thing you'll ever feel is what you deserve.\"\n \"[i]Yes,[/i]\" she whispered back, \"[i]y-y-yes, yes, f-fuck me, f-fucking slaughter me, gut me open.[/i]\"\nThe cat widened her smile and pulled back to see their pussies gummed up with precumming jizz. She slid her knife down between the Hornet's legs and slid in fast, shanking through the rubbery walls and fucking her ruthlessly with a dozen cuts for each stab. Boss screamed in orgasmic suffering, drenching the mewtwo's hand in her hot synthetic fluids as Sabrina kept on thrusting, cutting through the waves and ripping apart her internal circuitry. There was little around the womb area but all her pain receptors went alight at once, her cries of anguish rattling through the fort and making the lopunny next door clutch her ear in terror.\nSabrina was close as she pulled up the knife and ripped through the top of her cunt, cracking open her lower abdomen and snapping the plastic apart to form rippling tributaries up to her cleavage. The blade cut through all her boards and ripped through her logic circuits, snapping them apart and causing the Boss to shut down in a violent seizure. Wires were frayed and the last cables sputtered her breath, as the mewtwo twisted off plates and chipped away with her knife to turn the Boss into a broken vase.\nBy the time the cat was done eviscerating the bug, leaving a trail of plastic and metal shards inside her chest, Sabrina crawled on top of Boss and smacked her cunt down on the boomerang-head, just moments before she came at last to drown her victim in cum. Her screaming joy was the last thing Boss ever heard, as she suffocated on the pulsing cunt that drenched her face in a thickening splendour. So too her body shut down into a crippled mess, the light fading from her eyes and her torn-open chest falling flat.\nWhen Sabrina came her hardest, it made every cable in her body clench with erupting glee. After weeks of being so pent up, every single circuit in her shell screamed in absolution, her pussy tightened up so sharp that it even cramped her nethers with a painful throb. Her voice heaved with a girlish shriek, blushing from her cheeks as her head trembled and her eyes blurred in a dizzying stutter until she drooled from her lips.\nHer euphoria almost broke her, feeling a sizzle in her CPU as she felt parts of her body forcefully vent the extra heat from the overload. But still she plapped her thighs on the dead bug, humping like a horny bitch, scraping her pussy with a feminine whimper that gave her the slightest bit of shame. The cat crumpled on top of her victim, splashing across the bed so thick that it left them both in a puddle.\n \"[i]Ffffffhhhknnng...khnnt,[/i]\" the mewtwo mumbled, face down beside the Boss, \"fhhknng nnnrrhhrhrh...nnnnrrrrgh.\"\nShe felt almost sick from the riding wave, her excitement so great that a warm gooey sensation burbled in her swollen baby-bump, or rather the imagining of it. Taking a moment to calm herself, Sabrina managed to hit her peak that she had been long hoping for, as the lust finally left her once more to drain on the wretched corpse. The pokédoll took a deep long breath, sitting on the dead face for a few minutes longer to feel the last breaths ripple up her snatch.\nOnce she had finished, Sabrina pulled herself free with a slickening drip as she wiped her knife clean on Boss' tits, then made her way out to where the lopunny sat in her cage. She whimpered and pulled back against the bars, stuttering with a shaking head as the killer stepped closer with her dripping blade.\n\nAt the end of the day, Alison sat in her small office in the village settlement, surrounded by small knick-knacks crafted by the locals as various thank-yous. The Cadence-model scribbled some notes, filing some papers to make arrangements with other towns and hoping to finish up before she would return. Unfortunately, some bogged-down details with a southern port made it time-consuming enough, that the door was kicked open to make her lean back.\n \"G-GUH!\"\n \"Hey.\" Sabrina grinned. \"Fixed your raider problem.\"\n \"You-...oh,\" the horse straightened herself and brushed down her hair. \"And...did it go well?\"\n \"Yep, gave me everything I wanted. I got a gift for you.\"\n \"Ohhh, yes, just put it on the floor, I don't need their oil staining my desk again-what the?!\"\nAside from the head of the Hornet Boss that the mewtwo kicked across the floor, there was also the body of a lopunny who crawled over to the desk and huddled up beneath Alison. She stuttered something desperate, nodding and whimpering with plaintive cries.\n \"[i]P-p-please, h-heeeelp. H-help, please.[/i]\"\n \"What, in the...huh?!\"\n \"They were gonna kill her anyway,\" Sabrina straightened her skirt, \"I don't do weak bitches, don't last long enough for me to enjoy.\"\n \"Oh...well, I...thank you,\" the Cadence doll nodded and opened a drawer, \"you did exceptionally, and...here is your reward.\"\n \"Thaaank you!\"\nThe killer snatched up a bag of the local currency before taking her leave, sauntering out the door and leaving the mayor to her new charge. The unicorn patted the quaking rabbit whose widened eyes spoke of a deep horror, as she stood up from her desk and took the girl's hand.\n \"What's your name, dear? Come on, let's get you settled, my name is Alison, what's yours?\"\n \"[i]H-heh...Helen.[/i]\"\n \"That's a lovely name. Shall we get you fixed up first and a nice bed?\"\nThe lopunny nodded with desperate plea as she took the unicorn's hand. For a brief moment, Alison pondered if Sabrina had any heart left in her. That question however scared her more than the killer herself, as she watched the mewtwo leave the village and back to her hovel.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The worst nights had come again.  That constant ineffable hunger that creeped in her mind and infested her software, a trojan of lust that frustrated her at every turn as she rolled in her bed.  She had to do it again, she needed another mission, a new mark as she dragged herself out of the half-broken dollhouse that sat on the edge of a pond.
A mallard came to see her today, a giant bird two heads taller than her with soft brown feathers and a black beak.  A soft quack became a deafening boom, but the doll did not care and pulled out a small pistol.  The smaller creature currently wrapped in a sleek suit was a Mewtwo replica, a lithe purple imitation of the Pokémon franchise her creators got sponsored by years ago.  She pointed the gun at the bird, waiting to see its response.  Still no fear.  Still no joy for her.
        "Look at you," she chuckled, "don't even care about this, huh?  Every time you come here, you're never scared of me.  It's never fun with you."
The gun was tiny in comparison to the duck, repurposed from an action figure's armoury to have a working chamber and full clip magazine with bullets the size of dust motes.  Her suit was a black secretary look with a short skirt and a white undershirt, distended only by her thick rear and a pregnant bump that swelled out her belly.  There was no child of course, she was just made that way by the ever-increasing derivatives of more adult fetishistic models.
She walked away in a pair of ruby high-heels, keeping her balance despite the odd uneven slopes of the mulchy tundra.  Siberia was always cold even when one was made entirely of plastic, the doll keeping her suit well-heated to overclock and prevent her battery freezing as she marched to the nearest settlement.  Once upon a time it had been three hunter's shacks, built sturdy against the elements in a small depression to be shielded from the wind.  But now several dolls had found their way there and set up shop as a frontier town.
One shack was filled with stalls from a Wild West playset, where various copyrighted characters such as Digimon, Pokémon and other collectible figurines sold their wares; another hut had scraps of a Star Wars diorama, the plasticky metal refurbished to resemble a blacksmiths where tools were crafted; and the third was decorated from a pleasant Sylvanian Families set with flowery cushions and comfy duvets.
        "Weeeeell look who it is," a tall pink unicorn sauntered up to her, "back for another mark?"
        "Yep," the mewtwo shrugged, "any problems?"
        "Sure do," the stranger gestured, "walk with me."
The horse was a Princess Cadence model from My Little Pony, sexualised to an anthro form with a large bosom now hidden beneath a green duffel coat.  Her horn was snapped off, one eye was purple but the other was green, and her left hand was slightly larger with golden paint.
        "Kablinsk Strait got some new visitors the past few days," said the unicorn, "five dolls who don't know good manners and need reminding of our hospitality."
        "I'm always hospitable," the mewtwo patted her holster, "got a face for 'em?"
        "This one," she brought out a small photo of a white crescent face with black eyes, "new model this one."
        "It's not a mon," the Pokédoll squinted, "what series?"
        "Some sort of limited edition videogame, Hollow Knight I think?  She calls herself Spindle, a real masochist despite her look, so you might be able to coax her."
        "Ohhh yeah?" the mewtwo smirked, pocketing the pic.  "You always know what to get me, you're so good at gifts, Alison."
        "I don't do this for your sake," the horse shook her head, "you unnerve folks around here, they heard the stories, they know what you're like.  They think every time I let you walk in, you're a rabid dog on a leash and worried that one day I'll lose my grip."
        "I don't hunt the weak.  It's not fun if they can't fight back, tried it before but it never feels the same."
        "But you've done it before, Sabrina."  Alison raised a finger.  "And that's the scary part.  What makes us think you won't slip back?"
        "Because I know what's out there."  The doll in purple tapped her face.  "I found something better, something more...rich to my taste."
        "Right."  The unicorn grimaced and slit her eyes.  "Just bring me evidence they're dead, and if they have any innocents, bring them here to be fixed up."
        "No promises."
Sabrina waved her off and walked out of the village, making her way back home first to grab a knapsack full of metal orbs.  Over the rolling dunes of harsh stony tundra, she headed towards Kablinsk Strait, the Russian summer merciless on one's feet if they were not made of plastic.  Pebbles clacked against her high heels and dug into the soft dirt, leaving spots of dirt in her wake for the next four hours she hiked.
Soon she came upon what had once been a quarry, a small condemned set of office blocks laid to ruin from years of disuse.  The gaping hole was terrifying to a doll, a vast ocean of black from which howls of the earth rippled from each night.  One office had lights flickering out of it as Sabrina scurried down the hill, scrabbling close as her long purple tail swished behind and her swollen belly rubbed the dirt.
Once she was close enough to the building, she sat under the first floor window which was three dolls high and six dolls wide, craning her ear to listen for those wandering around before she pulled out a rope with a grappling hook.  When laughter grew too loud, she hurled it to the ledge and clambered her way up to see a ramshackle fort had been made out of the old office supplies, centred around a main "island" of desks that had been clumped together.
A long walkway made of empty folders had been strung together, whilst the fort was a metal hill made from scrap that spread across the desks.  A watch tower was set up on a filing cabinet, currently occupied by one shadow peering across the human-sized room as Sabrina picked her target.  From her satchel she brought up a pair of binoculars to find it was an anthrofied Gazimon, one of the Digimon models that had long winged ears and a grey body with red eyes.
Skulking over the windowsill, the mewtwo took her rope and landed on the floor, scurrying like a rat beneath the giant desks and making her way to the cabinet, all whilst voices cackled with shadows looming from a campfire, and the sounds of bottles clinking masked her footsteps.
        "Ya see that bitch we popped?!" shrieked a Pikachu.  "Fuckin' knocked her circuits out to the next oblast!"
        "Hohoh, you certainly did!" chortled a Miltank.  "She should not have been so rude with all those gestures."
        "Woulda shot her either way," added a one-eyed Foxy with half her face peeled, "had sum nice legs on her to sell."
        "Or give them to me," a Gardevoir tittered, sweeping her plastic gown, "can never have enough good legs."
        "HAH, you turning yerself into an octopus?!"
        "Oh fuck no, those things disgust me."
The shadows helped Sabrina figure out who was what from their head shapes, though she noticed a fifth one with the odd-crescent head similar to her photo that kept silent.  As the raiders bantered and jostled each other, they were unaware of their future killer sneaking up to the filing cabinet nearby, when a hook slung up on one of the drawer handles and a shadow shimmed up.
The gazimon huffed to herself, armed with a sniper's rifle the size of a small twig and scanning the windows carefully.  She was however extremely tired, her eyes drooping from boredom as she stared with envy down at the campsite.  She wore a ragged shirt and denim shorts as she slumped against her rifle with an exaggerated yawn, as if trying to be overheard by those below.
        "Come oooon," the guard snorted, "Zapp it's your fucking turn already, get your skinny ass up here!  Maybe I oughta shoot the bottle out of her hand to scare her, heh...yeah, alright let's see."
The digimon squinted one eye and stared down through the barrel, taking aim towards the pikachu who had been stretched out with a slender humanised body of thin hips and large tits.  The bottle swished in her hand as she did a little dance, entertaining the rest of the folks and making it harder to be hit.  The guard suppressed a yawn, struggling to keep her shot straight and completely oblivious to the mewtwo behind her.
A hand wrapped round her head and something hard punched her back, before six shots pumped through a silencer and into her plastic chest, muffling its sounds enough that the camp didn't notice.  Fluids dripped out of her stomach, as her body went into seizures and a terrible sound of whirring pistons sang from within.  Sabrina shuddered in bliss as she pulled the sniper close, cradling her head to her bosom and feeling the deathly spasms of her hardware failing.
        "Fucking yes," the mewtwo shuddered, "let's get a little fun before the rest of your friends find out."
For the digimon doll's last moments, Sabrina fingered the dying cunt with her other hand as the gazimon's eyes flickered out when her fluid ran dry, spattering like white milk around her feet.  She slumped even harder with a mechanical groan as Sabrina kissed her lips, tasting the hydraulic juice trickle out so thickly whilst she molested her.  The camp raiders laughed to themselves, as their friend unseen was soon laid down in the tower, and pushed to the back of the post.
        "What a good fucking bitch," Sabrina grunted, "nice tits on you too, but I seen better."
She went down between the now-spread legs and tongued into the sweet cunt, dry without its urges but the plastic taste combined with rubbery folds excited her nonetheless.  The mewtwo's eyes closed as she ate out her victim, knowing she would feel her tongue violating her in the last moments of neural death, her motherboard flickering out its last coda before its functions stopped.  The six holes kept dripping out beneath her breasts, her mouth hung open and her body slightly jostled each time the mewtwo pumped her snatch.
The hunter licked across the top of the cleavage, tasting that sweet shell and and savouring the fading of her existence.  Her hand crept back down over the pussy and fingered around, feeling her spit making it moist as she imagined the guard had cum in her last moments.  Further up the mewtwo slurped, tasting the neck and ending on the gazimon's lips to plunge her tongue deep and savour her drying mouth, fucking the stiff cunt with two fingers and rubbing feverish over the folds.
Being so pent-up, Sabrina came with a trembling stutter, gritting her teeth and washing the guard post floor with her own thick jizz.  The corpse of the sentry barely moved, her eyes staring beyond to the infinite abyss when the mewtwo kissed her lips, and stepped back to admire her work.  She walked over to the sniper rifle and used its scope to clock the other raiders.
A drunken Pikachu with an SMG and patchwork leather armour who stumbled around with a bellydance; a "Five Nights at Freddy's" Foxy who wore a leather harness with a sawn-off shotgun and mismatched hands of green and white; an exceptionally-clean Gardevoir with a long white robe attached to her model and a pearl-grip revolver; a large Miltank with two pump-action shotguns at her sides, and an armoured apron with two enormous breasts that soaked her front; and the mysterious Hornet of Hollow Knight who kept in the shadows with only half of her wide-crescent head still visible.
Of course she could have picked one off right there and then, but Sabrina hated snipers.  So impersonal, what was the fun of killing someone if you couldn't feel their last breath whisper across your breasts?  She propped the Gazimon against the rifle to pretend she was alive, before scurrying back down and towards the back of the desks where she had spotted a broken flap.
        "HOO!" the Pikachu stumbled over a chair.  "Shit I need to recharge, thought thish shtuff wash good!"
        "You still need your sleep mode, dear," the miltank patted her, "go rest up, I'll bring you something nice."
        "And don't bother the slut!" the fox pointed.  "S'not good when you in red, nuthin' sadder than conking out mid-rape."
        "You would know, wouldn't you Volpa?" the gardevoir twirled her pistol.  "Pretty little thing got away once thanks to you."
        "That were an accident, me drink wuz spiked an' I still hold ye accountable!"
        "Enough."  The Hornet's shadow nodded from the dark.  "Cherry, go rest.  We'll decide tomorrow."
        "Yesh MA'AM!" the pikachu saluted mockingly.  "Catch ya aaaaaaalll latah!"
The yellow doll staggered into the ramshackle forts and found her bed within one of several rooms, locked by small latches with blast-shield doors as she peeked in at the trembling shadow in the corner of storage.  A cage had been built of twisted iron where another Pokémon sat shivering to herself, a one-eared Lopunny with a single skeletal grey arm, and her two white legs now covered in filthy words.
Cherry blew her a kiss before stumbling to her own bed down the hall, crumpling on her belly and soon dropping the bottle in her hand.  She snored a rather plaintive sound, soon dead to the world as she turned blissfully unaware of the shadow in the corner.  Sabrina smiled at her next victim, watching the pikachu snooze and once she was certain no one would come, she crept over with a knife from her suit and mounted the bed.
The blade rubbed between her shoulderblades for a few seconds, as if urging her to wake up.  Her eye bleared open with a murmur before it plunged deep through her chest, destroying her CPU in such a clean cut before the next six stabs came after.  Were it not for the hand forcing her head in the mattress, her gargled scream would have rang through the camp.
        "Shhhhh," the mewtwo whispered, "sleep now, little cunt...make mommy feel good with your last breath."
Sabrina rolled Cherry onto her front and sat on her face fully, the drunk and startled pikachu gasping into her killer's cunt to make the mewtwo moan quietly.  Her hydraulics failed and she lacked the strength to push the assassin off who grinded her snatch against her.  Her ragged breaths fogged against Sabrina's rubbery walls that twitched with excitement, the taste of her first orgasm of the day now thick on Cherry's lips.
As she grinded on the pikachu, she grabbed one of her arms and sawed through the elbow with her serrated superheated knife.  Sabrina chopped it clean through and watched the barest drip of black, whilst the mouse's screams channelled deep through her killer's pussy.  Her pregnant false-belly rubbed on Cherry's forehead, as the mewtwo twisted one arm free with a terrible crack before pressing the limb between her tits, moaning at the stiff plastic rubbing on her skirt.
        "Mmmmmhhhh...such a pity, huh?" she teased her victim.  "All your friends are getting drunk out there and you can't even hold your drink."
Sabrina wagged the dead twitching hand to mock her, before tossing it aside and grabbing the other arm to sever it free from Cherry.  Her screams rose higher and vibrated further into the mewtwo's snatch, the assassin soon ripping her second limb free to watch the cables drip with black-and-white fluids.  The bed turned darker with the subtle drip of oil, as Sabrina rubbed her suit with the arm and grinded herself against it like a pole, whilst thumping her fat cheeks on the pikachu's thighs.
As the rodent felt her system shutting down, she watched the killer turn herself round and completely smother her face with her thick plasticky ass, her long pink tail swishing above as she settled herself in and threw the other arm away.  Sabrina then hacked above the knees, cracking through the shell to watch pieces of wire fly across the room from the sudden blast of air of her torn pneumatic cables.
The cat-like doll giggled to herself, twisting one leg off with a mighty crack and bent it towards her prey, the shock sending violent seizures through the trembling mouse's body.  Her mumbling gasps filled up the depths of Sabrina's pussy and made her shiver with delight.  The mewtwo sat back against Cherry's dying head, forcing her underneath the skirt to kiss the velvet lips that folded with each suck.  The pikachu cried out with each fading breath, as her eyes rolled up and she slumped fully beneath her thick rump.
        "Mmmmmm fuck you filthy little bitch," she rumbled, "you like that dontcha?  Thirsty for some honey after your beer, you fucking rat?"
She chuckled quietly and grinded against the face, feeling her lips vibrate from the tension of those slack cheeks and fading body until Cherry's fluids stopped running.  Sabrina knew she had to be quick, but she could not resist savouring the last spasms of this worthless unit, letting the twitches in her legs pass before she sawed the second one free with a crack-and-wheeze.  Cables swayed like a dancing cobra, writhing in anguish before the torso deflated, and the killer was done with her prey.  She cocked her gun with a new clip, then grabbed one arm and the bottle off the floor before tip-toeing to the front, and seeing the cage with the lopunny.
The slave gasped at seeing her, as the killer walked forwards with a finger to her lips despite the rabbit too frightened to make a sound.  Sabrina checked over the bunny, seeing words like "RAPESTICK" and "FUCKBOT" carved on her legs with several arrows to her orifice.  Defenceless and ragged, she was no threat which disappointed Sabrina, tapping her head then her lips to remain silent.  The victim understood, her eyes wide and tearful in hoping this stranger would save her.  But she held herself back.  She had learned that lesson too many times.
Sabrina peeked out to where the other raiders were still at the fire, as they talked amongst themselves oblivious to their friend's fate.  The mewtwo checked each of their guns and snuck closer to another room with a forward-facing window.
        "Where we droppin' next?" asked Volpa the fox.  "Shem said there's a settlement four hours away."
        "Well let's just check the other directions," the miltank rubbed her hands, "seems quite odd such a large pit of interest would be completely abandoned."
        "Humans always seem so fickle," the gardevoir leaned against the wall, "they piss away their resources for the most opulent things, then dump all their tools and walk away before they're halfway done because they get bored, least from what I've heard."
        "It seems that way, yes.  Anyways, what should we do with the little cunt in the back, could we sell her off?"
        "Someone'll want her parts," the foxy picked her teeth, "she's had a good run, maybe a few more weeks 'til we pop her."
        "No."  The hornet waved her hand from the shadows.  "Six days.  She bores me now."
        "Six!?  Boss we got plenty juice in her sti-"
        "Six.  Days.  Then we move out."
        "But this place is perfect!" snapped the gardevoir, throwing her plastic robe behind.  "It's well isolated and we got a guard post-"
        "We move, end of."  The hornet walked back inside.  "Put out the fire when you're done."
        "Aye-aye, cap'n."
The Foxy gave a taunting salute as their leader disappeared.  Volpa snorted and rolled her eyes taking one last swig of her bottle, then stood up to stretch her legs and look up towards the watch tower.
        "HOY, SHEM!" she waved her hand.  "S'my turn wuzzit?!  Giz a wave!"
        "Did she sleep off again?" the cow squinted her eyes.  "I suppose we did let her stay up too long."
        "Why not give her a bedtime story?" the gardevoir twirled her pistol.  "Tuck her in with your fat pillows."
        "Or I could sit on top of you."  The miltank waddled up with her leaking tits.  "Would be quite easy to drown you, Claris, for how little you keep your gob shut."
        "I'm sorry, what was that?  I couldn't hear you over the constant clapping every time you walk."
        "Listen."  A shotgun appeared under Claris' face.  "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, which your face will become eventually if your tongue waggles too much-"
        "Shh."
Something clattered beside them as a bottle rolled out towards the fire, nearly-empty with its oils swishing around as the three girls stared at it curiously.  But they were more surprised by the severed arm attached to it, as the fox stepped over to pick it up whilst the gardevoir gripped her revolver and scanned around the camp.  Volpa peeked inside the bottle, and turned too late to ask a question when she saw something small and black fly through the air and clatter at her feet.
The explosion threw both the cow and Claris back, rolling across the campsite when a grenade obliterated half the fox's body.  A black lump was what remained of her legs as she hissed through her teeth and swallowed her screams from half her torso gone and only one arm still letting her drag herself with a black-and-white trail left behind.
Claris screamed from the roaring flames that consumed her cape, forcing herself to snap it free and quickly pat herself out, but the fires kept crawling over her body and blackening her shell to a ghastly deep noir.  The miltank managed to back off in time, but the explosion caused her to lose one of her guns as she searched around frantically for where it landed.
        "Looking for this?"
The cow dodged as soon as she heard the stranger's voice, moments before a shotgun blasted above her head and she rolled behind a partition.  Her large tits left a milky track behind her, scraping them on the ground mid-crawl and having to heave them up with one arm underneath.  With her single shotgun, she fired blind above her wall then ran quickly round the fort's side, whilst she heard the shrieking of Clariss trying to jump on their killer.
        "You FILTHY LITTLE CUNT!"
The gardevoir bashed the mewtwo's head with her revolver, then kicked her away and pointed her gun ready to shoot, before the cat swung her new shotgun in a hard crack to throw Clariss' arm and make her shoot up in the air.  She was left exposed to the shotgun blast that punched through her chest, cracking the hull and leaving half a gaping hole of vicious sparks.
Half her motherboard was ripped asunder, causing her eyes to black out with a gargling scream from her throat as she struggled to aim once more.  Sabrina stood still with a smile, daring her to take one last shot as the doll stuttered with a trembling grip.  Her voice cracked as she took one step forward, cables spilling out of her belly before she fell on her knees with a ghastly wheeze.  Then came the second shotgun shell when Sabrina walked up, pressed the barrel to Claris' face, and blew her head off with a violent explosion.
Her plastic skull turned to a shrapnel grenade, sending shards of metal all over the camp as her body suddenly came in a stuttering climax.  Her deathgasm was beautiful to the killer, the gardevoir's cunt shooting hot white that for the smallest millisecond gave Claris the peak of joy.  All her sensors sang with purest agony, tightening her muscles and causing her pussy to sputter all her juices in one thick river, before her headless body collapsed in a twitching puddle.
A click signalled the miltank from behind as Sabrina dodged low and turned with a shot from her pistol, winging her in the shoulder and forcing her back into hiding.  Before the mewtwo could chase her down, Volpa lunged from the fire and grabbed their attacker's leg with one arm, whilst wielding her sawn-off in the other.
        "GET TO FUCK, YA FAT-ARSED BITCH!"
Sabrina stomped the Foxy with her other leg in a twist-and-spin like a ballet dance, wrenching herself away and shooting the vulpine's side as she rolled and snarled with a blasting shot from underneath.  Her aim was poor and missed the killer, as she hurriedly shoved two more shells and locked her gun for a second, clearer aim.  Sabrina fired at the campfire instead, scattering the flames all over the fox who shrieked and patted herself rapidly to settle the burns, before three shots pumped her skull from behind the raging fire.
Volpa shuddered with a clanking groan, her torso slumping and her legs still twitching despite being several feet from her body.  It was then that the miltank took her chance to bull-rush the assassin, her thundering thighs and enormous bosom shaking the ground when she whacked Sabrina with her shotgun, moments before slamming the mewtwo against a wall.
        "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!  BOSS, WE NEED HELP!"
The bovine pokédoll crushed her massive tits against the killer, spurting thick wads of lactating fluid all over Sabrina's suit until it dripped down her skirt.  The cloying milky ooze felt like a cheap glue as the mewtwo struggled against the much-stronger miltank who bludgeoned her with her rifle.  Eventually they parted, and before the cow could point-and-shoot, Sabrina dive-rolled to the side and pumped her new shotgun straight for her arm.
The miltank screamed when her limb cracked off, the buckshot ripping through her shoulder and snapping it off in a violent storm of plastic and metal rain.  The cow sobbed and fumbled for her gun, having flown off with her arm while her breasts kept gushing profusely.  Agony briefly overloaded her CPU as her shaking fingers gripped for Claris' body, finding the pearl-grip revolver and turning with a desperate hail of bullets.  Only one of the five shots managed to hit anything, Volpa's already-dead face when the bullet ripped through her eye.
        "Tough luck, bitch-tits," Sabrina sheathed her pistol and brought out her knife, "I'm feeling hungry for a side of beef."
        "H-hoh, oh, n-n-no, wait, wait I'm sorry about all the shooting, I-i-i just panicked, surely I can be of use to you!"
        "Oh yeah, you can."
        "R-...really?"
Her smile grew in fretful hope, then suddenly disappeared when the knife shoved through her neck and garotted her in a gentle spill of hydraulic liquid.  The cables heaved her last gasp from inside, as the knife slipped free from the side of her throat, and her mouth hung open in a choking gurgle before she collapsed.  Sabrina giggled at her deathly rattle, sliding a hand down to her skirt and fingering her cunt from the scene of carnage as she walked over to Volpa first.
        "Let's see what you can do with that snout of yours, huh?"
She sat down and pressed the fox's head between her legs, shoving the mouth into her snatch whilst keeping one hand on her gun towards the fort.  She had not forgotten about the boss, but she would be ready for her as soon as she appeared, keeping her audial receptors open for any sounds of movement.  For now at least, she savoured her kill and stuffed the faux-furry snout as deep as she could, grinding on the tasty mouth and imagining her breaths rippling through her elastic folds.
Sabrina looked down upon her victim, whose lower body was a mangled heap of crunchy parts, old electrical wires now frayed and twisted to bleed out their sparking hue.  The killer pumped her hips against the dead Volpa, fucking herself on the bitch's face and groaning with a trickling gush of feminine fluids that painted all over the lifeless features.  Sometimes an arm would twitch or a cable spasmed, but her CPU had already shut down from the first shots to her skull ensuring a swift death.
It was not enough to satisfy the killer's needs however, as she scooted herself back towards the dead Claris and grabbed her gaping chest.  Her hand rubbed along the broken fissure, feeling over the cracked shell and groping all her most intimate parts.  Occasionally a bit of oil dripped out on her fingers as she molested the gardevoir, fondling around the interior and squeezing the crumpled card-units.
Some of them she ripped out of the dying body, seeing the last sparks of her neckhole spurt from the wires.  Sabrina fisted the cavity and violated her robotic anatomy, rubbing through the damaged CPU and scraping pieces of her logic centres away, imagining herself as peeling away parts of a worthless doll's personality until she was nothing.  The thought made her cum in elation, splattering her jizz on Volpa's face and clenching her pussy with a panting squeal.
She felt the vulpine's snout grinding against her lips and rub thick into her walls, her chubby thighs hammering on the floor in her orgasmic shivers.  She leaned over to kiss Claris' face, peppering her with deep smooches and licking across the stiff ghostly features.  She pulled herself free and crawled on top of the gardevoir, grinding her cunt against the dead body's for a moment before she sat on the gaping wound.
        "Mmmmmph...you fucking skank, spreading yourself open for me to fuck like a bitch."
She dripped with hunger on the fractured chest, staining her juices upon the ripped wires and mangled circuits.  Some of the remaining voltage sizzled from the liquid, sparking little jolts all over the twisted board with every gush of her pussy.  Sabrina looked over to the mangled miltank, whose name she never learned and now would never hear again as she licked her lips.
But for now it was Claris' turn, as the mewtwo defiled her stiffening body by scraping her thick rear across the wretched wound.  It was not as fun to ride on as Volp, but the sensation of drooling her viscous arousal upon the dead Claris' headless body excited her all the same.  Desecrating this lady felt wondrous, imagining what sort of debutante this haute-couture gal had been, despite hanging out with these filthy raiders.
        "Enjoying yourself?"
The voice made her click fast with a gun as the Boss appeared at last from the fort entrance.  She was a strange model for certain, a bug-like thing as tall as her with a boomerang-shaped head of deep black eyes, a dark-night body with a hefty bosom and a long red cape swished round her.  She had no weapons on her, which only further unnerved Sabrina.
        "Don't let me stop you."  She walked back inside.  "I'll be waiting in my room...bring your blade instead of your guns."
The boss' words were strange but the mewtwo recalled the report on her.  Masochistic, she was told, as she wondered if the bug was waiting for her end.  Regardless, the killer kept on plapping her cheeks atop the dead lady, panting in joy but not quite getting to her peak like before.  She then looked over to the miltank, the unnamed bitch still dribbling milk from her fat tits that excited her all the more.
        "Ohhh now that's what I'm talking about," Sabrina crawled over to her, "come here you fucking slut, mommy wants that good milk."
There was nothing nutritious about the fake-lactose, it was simply recycled water with a harmless thickening solvent.  But it made the mewtwo feel wretched-good for sucking on the swollen teat and savouring her sweet nectar.  Her throat still wheezed with the last of her breaths, her system taking longer to shut down fully so she still felt all of Sabrina's touches.  The soft smooch of her fuchsia lips, the tender caress of that sultry hand that pulled aside her apron, and the fingers that soon slipped into her cunt.
Her rubbery folds gave her the illusion of fat, with every pump of her digits making the cow wobble in the most delicious ways.  Sabrina smooched the miltank's face, peppering her all over with kisses whilst sometimes nursing on her boobs.  It was tasteless but cold and refreshing, suckling hard to even bite down on the rubbery tit and giggle with a dripping gasp.  The bovine's bosom jiggled slightly between the pumping digits and slurping tongue, a portly lass whose folds slightly undulated with each shake of Sabrina's body.
The assassin gripped her cleavage and rubbed them in circles, rolling and kneading them like lumps of dough and watching the milk splatter cold all over her fingers.  The arm had been blasted too far away but the cow's shotgun was still in reach for her to empty of its shells, and grind the barrel between their pussies for that extra coarse stimulation.  Her hands then gripped the miltank's long ears and pulled hard to lift her head against her belly, which was a struggle with her fat bosom in the way.
But Sabrina relished playing with her new doll, defiling her in her last moments as her lips rubbed past her spreading tits to smooch the mewtwo's gut.  She moaned and trembled with a squirting of juice, smothering the gun barrel with her excitement until it was drooling off of both sides, the warm steel hitting her over the cliff into orgasmic splendour.  Her butt jiggled with a delightful gush, panting down the bovine's thighs and drizzling her cunt to a sheen.
        "Haaaah...f-fuck," the mewtwo whimpered, "god damn you were a thicc bitch.  Alright...time to deal with your boss."
She stood up off the cow and walked back into the fort, leaving the shotguns behind but still keeping her pistol ready.  In the largest of the rooms, not too far from where the lopunny slave still trembled, she found the Boss laying on her bed with her armour taken off, leaving nothing but her cloak of crimson to show her sumptuous breasts.
        "I take you are Sabrina," the Hornet began, "the murderous renegade with a certain fetish for death."
        "Yours truly," the mewtwo bowed, "you said knife only, yeah?  I'll enjoy this."
        "And so will I," the bug spread her legs wide, "I know I stand no chance against you, after you dealt with all of my crew."
        "They weren't exactly up to snuff.  You gonna fight or what?"
        "Is it more fun for you if I do?"  The bug slipped a hand to her pussy.  "You know what I am, I know what you are.  I'll be your subject as much as you wish."
        "Heheh...alright," Sabrina walked forth with her blade out, "but don't be willing.  Beg me to not kill you, or put some fight in you, I wanna at least pretend you didn't want this."
        "Hmhm...very well, I'll play to tha-"
BANG.  The killer pulled out her gun and pumped a bullet straight through the Hornet's gut, shocking the Boss with a primal fear as she clutched herself in agony.
        "HRRRK!  Y-you...ohhh you really are a sadistic bitch."
Sabrina then rushed her, jumping on top and shanking the bed right next to the Boss' face to excite the fiend.  She struggled slightly and put on a show, partly out of instinctive fear but also from the anticipation of her dream coming true.  Finally, someone to slaughter her in her darkest need.
        "You won't get away with this," the Hornet sneered, hiding her grin, "I have friends in high places, they'll know you and brand you."
        "More meat for me," Sabrina licked her lips, "too bad they won't recognise you after this."
        "H-hhhhh...you sickening bitch.  I won't give you the pleasure of my screams."
        "You won't have to.  I make my own pleasure."
Her knife slithered down the bug's belly, slipping across the bosom and rubbing between her tits with the cold blade.  The Hornet shuddered as she watched the gleaming knife scrape over her dark shell, searching for the best place to make the first cut of her last victim.  Sabrina teased her with the constant slice, trailing a whole journey that formed a thin white line to make her belly resemble a violin.  Finally she made her choice, gouging just beneath the left breast and shanking into the pneumatic compressor.
The doll gasped with a shudder, the icy blade severing part of her breathing capacity to make her wheeze in a delicious agony.  Her pussy puffed out in splendour with a groan as she slipped a hand down between her legs, fingering herself whilst her killer stabbed carefully through the chest and twisted through the compressor, pulling out a trickling clear fluid before she wiped the blade on her bosom.
The assassin watched the Boss pleasure herself as the pain grew in her body, smiling at her glee when Sabrina stabbed into her side and ripped a hole clean through her hydraulic thigh, severing a few cables to cripple her leg fully and using the tip of her blade to twist off the bolts.  The Hornet cried out in suffering, her masochistic urges rising higher as she dribbled between her fingers and shook through her limbs.
        "N-n-no, haaaah...y-you...bastard, ohhhh...n-no matter, how much you h-h-hurt me...I won't...give in."
        "That's good," Sabrina kissed her, "I hate easy bitches, the ones who struggle are the fucking best, watching them so hope they can keep living for just a few minutes more before I just-"
        "H-hhhh!" she felt the blade slip across her throat.  "Y-you can kill me as many times as you want...but I'll make sure you suffer next."
There was an odd smirk between them, a mutual understanding as the mewtwo smooched the bug's tiny lips hidden beneath her white crescent head.  It was a rapturous feeling as their tongues met, a sharp entwining of a sweet momentary bliss where they shared a single want.  For her to suffer, the knife shoving deeper in her leg and soon scraping up her abdomen, whilst their pussies soon pressed together and formed a sticky web.
Sabrina almost regretted having to kill this one, such an eager thing to be ruined and maimed but there would always be more sluts to snuff.  She would remember this one though, her strange alien beauty of that wide head and sultry cloak, that deep black body which started to peel with whitened cuts.  Her knife slipped free as they kept kissing, rubbing their cunts harder as the mewtwo shanked into her left bicep and cored through it like an apple, twisting the blade in a semi-circle to cut it free.
It was a sloppy job, intended as such to let Boss suffer as much as she wanted with a trembling moan that fed into Sabrina's throat.  The bug felt her arm be twisted off with a violent rend, snipping off wires and twisting out cables until the central steel joints would be undone.  The cat would unscrew them with her knifetip, but unlike the leg she would have more than enough leverage to rip free the arm in a slow, painful twist.  The Hornet cried through gritted teeth, clenching her one fist and tightening up her feet to endure the anguish.
        "Y-YES!" she screamed.  "YES, you...y-you vicious whore, ruin me...ruin me a-all you want I-i will never subMIT-A-AAAAH!"
It was hard for her to keep up the pretence, but it was plenty enough for the mewtwo to enjoy her victim.  Sabrina left enough of the arm to let Boss wiggle it uselessly, making her feel truly worthless in expectation for her other arm to follow suit.  The killer kept grinding her pussy on the bug's snatch as she sawed through the limb, giving it the same sadistic care as she snapped through the soft shell like brittle chocolate.
Each cable that snapped free turned the Hornet ever weaker, her body almost deflating in the coming end as soon both her arms were severed.  Her shoulders remained to let her waggle them, a screaming pain filling her crippled compressor to make a raspy sound.  Sabrina hiked up Boss' legs to wrap round her as they fucked even tighter, grinding to another climax that drenched the bed in their sexual lust.  The bug-doll writhed in painful tears, pinned under her assassin and beloved murderer as they kissed once more.
        "Ready to get it deep?" she taunted the Boss.  "The last thing you'll ever feel is what you deserve."
        "Yes," she whispered back, "y-y-yes, yes, f-fuck me, f-fucking slaughter me, gut me open."
The cat widened her smile and pulled back to see their pussies gummed up with precumming jizz.  She slid her knife down between the Hornet's legs and slid in fast, shanking through the rubbery walls and fucking her ruthlessly with a dozen cuts for each stab.  Boss screamed in orgasmic suffering, drenching the mewtwo's hand in her hot synthetic fluids as Sabrina kept on thrusting, cutting through the waves and ripping apart her internal circuitry.  There was little around the womb area but all her pain receptors went alight at once, her cries of anguish rattling through the fort and making the lopunny next door clutch her ear in terror.
Sabrina was close as she pulled up the knife and ripped through the top of her cunt, cracking open her lower abdomen and snapping the plastic apart to form rippling tributaries up to her cleavage.  The blade cut through all her boards and ripped through her logic circuits, snapping them apart and causing the Boss to shut down in a violent seizure.  Wires were frayed and the last cables sputtered her breath, as the mewtwo twisted off plates and chipped away with her knife to turn the Boss into a broken vase.
By the time the cat was done eviscerating the bug, leaving a trail of plastic and metal shards inside her chest, Sabrina crawled on top of Boss and smacked her cunt down on the boomerang-head, just moments before she came at last to drown her victim in cum.  Her screaming joy was the last thing Boss ever heard, as she suffocated on the pulsing cunt that drenched her face in a thickening splendour.  So too her body shut down into a crippled mess, the light fading from her eyes and her torn-open chest falling flat.
When Sabrina came her hardest, it made every cable in her body clench with erupting glee.  After weeks of being so pent up, every single circuit in her shell screamed in absolution, her pussy tightened up so sharp that it even cramped her nethers with a painful throb.  Her voice heaved with a girlish shriek, blushing from her cheeks as her head trembled and her eyes blurred in a dizzying stutter until she drooled from her lips.
Her euphoria almost broke her, feeling a sizzle in her CPU as she felt parts of her body forcefully vent the extra heat from the overload.  But still she plapped her thighs on the dead bug, humping like a horny bitch, scraping her pussy with a feminine whimper that gave her the slightest bit of shame.  The cat crumpled on top of her victim, splashing across the bed so thick that it left them both in a puddle.
        "Ffffffhhhknnng...khnnt," the mewtwo mumbled, face down beside the Boss, "fhhknng nnnrrhhrhrh...nnnnrrrrgh."
She felt almost sick from the riding wave, her excitement so great that a warm gooey sensation burbled in her swollen baby-bump, or rather the imagining of it.  Taking a moment to calm herself, Sabrina managed to hit her peak that she had been long hoping for, as the lust finally left her once more to drain on the wretched corpse.  The pokédoll took a deep long breath, sitting on the dead face for a few minutes longer to feel the last breaths ripple up her snatch.
Once she had finished, Sabrina pulled herself free with a slickening drip as she wiped her knife clean on Boss' tits, then made her way out to where the lopunny sat in her cage.  She whimpered and pulled back against the bars, stuttering with a shaking head as the killer stepped closer with her dripping blade.

At the end of the day, Alison sat in her small office in the village settlement, surrounded by small knick-knacks crafted by the locals as various thank-yous.  The Cadence-model scribbled some notes, filing some papers to make arrangements with other towns and hoping to finish up before she would return.  Unfortunately, some bogged-down details with a southern port made it time-consuming enough, that the door was kicked open to make her lean back.
        "G-GUH!"
        "Hey."  Sabrina grinned.  "Fixed your raider problem."
        "You-...oh," the horse straightened herself and brushed down her hair.  "And...did it go well?"
        "Yep, gave me everything I wanted.  I got a gift for you."
        "Ohhh, yes, just put it on the floor, I don't need their oil staining my desk again-what the?!"
Aside from the head of the Hornet Boss that the mewtwo kicked across the floor, there was also the body of a lopunny who crawled over to the desk and huddled up beneath Alison.  She stuttered something desperate, nodding and whimpering with plaintive cries.
        "P-p-please, h-heeeelp.  H-help, please."
        "What, in the...huh?!"
        "They were gonna kill her anyway," Sabrina straightened her skirt, "I don't do weak bitches, don't last long enough for me to enjoy."
        "Oh...well, I...thank you," the Cadence doll nodded and opened a drawer, "you did exceptionally, and...here is your reward."
        "Thaaank you!"
The killer snatched up a bag of the local currency before taking her leave, sauntering out the door and leaving the mayor to her new charge.  The unicorn patted the quaking rabbit whose widened eyes spoke of a deep horror, as she stood up from her desk and took the girl's hand.
        "What's your name, dear?  Come on, let's get you settled, my name is Alison, what's yours?"
        "H-heh...Helen."
        "That's a lovely name.  Shall we get you fixed up first and a nice bed?"
The lopunny nodded with desperate plea as she took the unicorn's hand.  For a brief moment, Alison pondered if Sabrina had any heart left in her.  That question however scared her more than the killer herself, as she watched the mewtwo leave the village and back to her hovel.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Raiders of the Lost Desks (F/F)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "11" }