In Taystie Park, there were a few ways to get rich quick. You could rob somebody, sell goods and services, sell yourself... or, you could participate in one of the regularly scheduled game nights! The higher the risk, the higher the reward, and tonight would be no different.

The game was called [b]Cum Blast[/b], and the rules were simple: Contestants were to be bound in place with a powered, automatic sex-toy pleasuring them, and a gun pointed right at their faces. To the side of the gun was a camera, allowing for lovely close-ups that did absolutely wonderful things for the ratings. If one of the lovely contestants were to lose control of themselves and orgasm, a sensor would pull the trigger, and, well... Cum, [i]Blast[/i]. The last man standing wins a fat check and leaves with their life, as well as jurisdiction and ownership over the remains of their former opponents.

Tonight, there were three contestants. Assistants were on hand to help bind them in place and make sure the guns were aimed properly and the cameras were focused, and a certain green shortstack was hosting the event, [b]Fyz the Goblin-Girl[/b]!

[b]Mitchell[/b] was keen on the game, actually. It was high-risk, high-reward. The large, strapping badger knelt down in front of the sensor and leaned back onto the toy while the assistants finished doing a bit of makeup to his face to keep his hair back. Some hair-gel went a long way to making it so his eyes were in the clear. The rope about his neck ran up, stretching him until he was in the perfect position and a single red shotgun shell was brought out for him. It even had his name on it. 

To the badger, being nude was, well, just part of the way some things were around Taystie Park, and so he hadn't even come in with clothes, just a bag with his personal effects. He nodded to the cute rat boy who helped aim the shotgun at his forehead and set up the camera. 

"Hey, when I win this, you and I should go out for dinner," he winked to the twinky thing who just blushed and rammed the shell home and turned the feed on. He was confident and notoriously difficult to get off, but his life being in danger tended to rouse him up a bit more. With a sigh, he was ready and marked as contestant 1.

[b]Salisha[/b], meanwhile, rebuked the assistants' help, challenging them with a confident smirk, "Please...I know what to do.~ I've been on both sides of the barrel countless time...~" 

A Mascot of Taystie Park's participation was bound to cause a stir, especially given how it was no small secret that she walks around, every minute of every day, with an erection that always seemed mere seconds away from blowing a hot and sticky load. Today was no exception, and already a gooey trail of white sap was seeping from its pointed tip while the rest of her dark grey shaft quivers in anticipation. Beyond that, she was placid and calm as can be as she straddled a dildo and wasted no time inserting it deep up her chubby and eagerly excited butthole. 

"I think...I think...I'm gonna...[b]c-c-HAH![/b] Just joking...~" she giggles and smiles at her fellow contestants from the Two-Spot. Even with shotguns aiming at each of their faces, her just being here managed to raise the danger levels...[i]somehow[/i], "All I gotta say is...[i]good luck!~[/i]" 

A Mascot's willpower and self-control was ironically legendary, despite their unwavering and cheerful subservience to the Park, their behavior, identity, and persona a conditioned-in state, maintained through regular mind-wipes and brainwashes...

[b]Tristen[/b] wasn't like the other two contestants of this game, as when he came in, he was actually being dragged by one of the assistants on a leash. 

See, Tristen has been a bit of a troublemaker in the Park recently...beating his competitors in the food industry and those who pulled the strings above him had had enough at his tomfuckery to the status quo, '[i]forcing[/i]' him to sign up for the game. 

He was eventually restrained and tied down on the pads just like the other two and fitted with a dildo and cocksleeve, the sensors inside quickly switching on.

Sali was just as quick to quip, "Hey Tristen! One of us is going to die before this is all over...[b]oh[/b]! Maybe even both!~ I'm pretty sure Mr. Badger here would greatly prefer it happening that way...~"

"Salisha! You're the one who fucking signed me up for this!" He growled right back, his purple eyes flashing, heated in anger.

Salisha just mockingly laughed at the panda before her head was wrenched back, forcing her to look up at the roof, "Oh, you love this and you know it!~"

As all three contestants take their places, the main camera blinks on, showing Fyz the Goblin pacing back and forth in front of the restrained snuffluts. There were usually five contestants, but having a Mascot among the three more than made up for the viewership levels. People were curious to know: Just what would a point-blank shotgun shell do to one of the latex demigods?

Of course, there was interest in all three. Badgers were one of the more rare specimens to be seen in the park, and his cocky attitude was sure to win plenty of fans, as well as a competing group with a desire to see that smirk blown right off his face. And who wouldn't love to see a cutie red panda in predicament-bondage like this? Especially since it seemed like he was the most unwilling one of the group. Some people preferred to see contestants cry, scream, and beg until their last breath.

"Thanks for tuning in folks, and welcome, to [b][u]Cum Blast![/b][/u] Tonight, we've got three contestants. Mitchell here in slot one, Tristen in slot three, and in the middle, a familiar face for most of you: Salisha! Two of these cuties are gonna get their faces blown right off for your viewing pleasure, and one will leave, their wallet fat with their winnings, and their belly full or balls emptied thanks to their former competitors! Now, you all know what's next: [b] Let's start this damn thing![/b]"

The sex toys all buzz to life at once, pistoning and pumping and vibrating in all the right ways. They had been [i]heavily[/i] lubed beforehand, to the point where they were dripping, and when that shiny lubricant catches the stage-lights, it gleams brilliantly through the camera lens. 
The Gun-Pros[sup]TM[/sup] on each gun barrel also begin to record, and the game starts, two lives now officially forfeit. Whos' would it be?"

"Now, tell us, you three: What will you plan to do with the dead bodies when, [i]and if[/i], you win?"

The badger snorted as things started up, smiling at the camera and mugging it up. He wasn't terrified of death. It was Taystie. Getting your head blown off was practically a right of passage. 

He was a lot more concerned about Salisha though. Could she even be shotgunned to death? Could she die? Was...hrm, well, best to not think about it too much. He heard the comments as the antics began, making him grunt and wriggle his wrists behind his back.

"I'm gonna fuck the panda's ass until it's cold and probably mount Salisha up back home above my mantle." He let out a huff as a particularly good thrust made his back arch, the shotgun automatically moving to keep aim at his head in the perfect spot, "It's going to be one hell of a conversation starter!"

As the automated sex-toys all kick into gear at once, Sali steels herself with a deep breath, but so very soon, she finds herself melting under the pressure of all that combined pleasure battering her ass and stroking along her cock. 

She's huffing and moaning now, and she doesn't care. Her eyes are alight with a total lack of self-preservation, the cameras, and attention, all egging her on to put on a good show...the BEST show, "I'd make quite the trophy, you bet!~" she wholeheartedly agrees, "And since I'm the bonafide real deal, the one and only, if you think about it, I'd wager selling my body would make you way more money then whatever prize you'll get just by winning alone!~" Sali winks before actually answering the question.

"Now if I win...you know I'm going to have fun with the remains of both their faces, no matter how gory and fucked up the buckshot makes them...~ Beyond that...well, I'm not too great at planning ahead, but don't worry, I'm sure I'll come up with something to do with the leftovers by then...~"

Tristen lost his angry face quite quickly when the dildo, around a third the size of his entire body, slammed into his colon, making him almost hop upward in response as a small amount of drool escaped from the corner of his lips. He was able to, in no small amount of time, get kinda used to the pounding before he sighed looking into the camera.

"Well as for Mitchell, he's just another badger for the meat grinder but Sali? I plan on finally getting under that rubbery hide and seeing what actually makes these Mascots tick!"

As each person talks, the camera switches to their face, letting the viewers see every little twitch and change in their expressions. The huffing and moaning of the red panda, the determination of the badger, the bliss of the salamander. What would it be like, to instead see nothing there at all? The viewers would know soon, at least for two of them!

"Ooh, somebody's searching for cursed knowledge!" the goblin says in response to Tristen's ambition, "Can't blame ya, they light up like a Christmas tree under mage-sight. I might have to borrow a piece from you!" Fyz giggles, before pressing a button on her controller. The intensity of vibration from the sex-toys increases, far more audible to camera and contestants now, and their thrusting and pulsing tempos predictably speeds up. They would only get more and more intense as the game continued.

"So, anyone wanna cum right quick? Someone always does..."

Salisha nods rigorously to Fyz's words, taking them as the subtle encouragement they so clearly were meant to be, "Ah yes, the Earlycummer's Special...~ Gotta have at least one sorry sap lose out early...~"

The badger exhaled sharp and fast. He was definitely getting into it. The toy wasn't oversized for him, thankfully, so it was quite pleasurable, and now he was drooling...a lot. The sensation of that shotgun blast was going to be a new one for him. He'd been hung, mulched, and suffered plenty more painful and exotic outcomes, but the determined badger was going to avoid meeting this one...and win. And then he was gonna spill his load in Tristen's ass. 

"I...hrfh, don't...think so. Hah, shoulda...gotten a bigger toy, or a sound or something. Heh...I'm real difficult. Usually I gotta choke to get off fast. Hence why I think I'm gonna win..." he growled out, wincing while one thrust hits his prostate square on. He leaked a trail of precum, and then he moved his gut so that it wasn't hitting his pleasure spot quite so hard. He was still in it.

Meanwhile, Tristen yells out, his cock twitching and pulsating, nearly cumming then, right on the spot. He lifts his head up to the ceiling and yelps out, squeezing down with all his might to keep his seed unspilt and have it not splatter on the floor in front of him. He quickly lurches over as the need to cum dies down a bit, for now, leaving him panting and breathless.

"Nngh...Aah... You almost got me there Fyz. How you holding up over there Sali?"

Driving her hips with what little locomotion the binds and bondage allows, Salisha milks out the anticipating pleasure and the soaring delight that her Park-Given freedom from normalcy and taboo allows, practically spitting in the face of caution, any danger just an excuse more [i]FUN[/i].
 
"Just great! [i]Nhgffff~[/i] Wonderful really!~" She said with her head turning to each of her opponents, left, then right, waiting for one of them to pop at any second....but they don't. A minute passes, then another, but Tristen and Mitchell look no closer to cumming for the last time.

Sali then sighs, realizing then what she must do, "Fiiiiine...I'll do it...~" she finds the camera and shoots it a cocky grin and a blown kiss, "Guess this means goodbye...~ Here's hoping for an explosive finish to this Mascot's life!~" 

She closes her eyes and tunes her focus, body clenching, toes twisting. It took a bit of mental gymnastics to push her over the edge...some fantasying and rationalizing, "This is going be such a shock to everyone...~ Oh, the video will go [i]SUPER[/i] viral...~ Salisha the Mascot's head blown off cause she failed in only the very first round!~ [i]...yeah...~[/i]"

Pre had been slopping off her cock for a while now, but with a shudder and an orgasmic cry of willing failure, jets of squirty cum, ribbons of arching white, fire off her cock in rapid succession, while on her rig, a green light turns a damning red to signal her fatal "mistake". 

The Mascot just smiles brighter and lets her climax grow and wash over her, the shotgun sliding closer upon its rail *[i]Clunk...clunk...clunk[/i]* until the barrel was pressing against her lips. She opened them, and let it shove it's way inside, Salisha greeting it like a cock-starved slut, her tongue wrapping around the grey gunmetal while her lips pucker out, sucking the shotgun off until it delivers a barrage of buckshot to the base of her brain...

With no warning but the thunderous *[b]BOOM[/b]*, the blast goes off inside her maw. And not a half blink later, her eyes crossing and body kicking from pure shock, the whole back of her head bursts apart like a blue melon, rubbery skull-fragments flying in all directions. Most of her brains follow suit, grey-pink matter ripped and mushified by the buckshot tearing through it at the closest of ranges, even [i]closer[/i] than point-blank. 

It paints whatever backdrop had been set up behind the contestants, be it a wall or even a plain curtain. Her face, though, stays intact, but it wears a frozen look of dumbstruck dazzlement, while just behind it, the back of her head was now an open crater, seeping dark crimson and small flecks of her (now physically) destroyed mind.

The rest of her body wears her own blood and guts rather well, whether it sticks or slide down that smooth, waterproof latex skin. And though quite brain-dead, her body still shows an errant shake here and there. Her breasts wobble, her butt bounces, even her cock, free of the sleeve that did it in, flags up against her red-smeared belly, flexes, and then squeezes out a few cadaverous cumshots, though it's nothing even approaching the heights or strengths of the squirts which did her in. These just fire up weakly and run down her member as it droops, sags, and deflates quite pathetically, never to rise again...

As blood and bits of rubbery gore splatter the wall behind Sali's head, Fyz watches, momentarily dumbstruck. Had she just... Had she just lost first, [i]on purpose[/i]? There could be no denying it. That ear-splitting boom and her unmoving, starstruck face were all the evidence you could ever need. A Mascot had just died, on her show of all things! Think of the ratings, the viewership! People would be watching this rerun for weeks!

Fyz didn't actually expect her to do it, figuring she was just showing off for the camera. People had done similar things before, so it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, however, she had apparently underestimated just how much of a snuff-slut the Mascot really was.

The camera lingers on the blue body, getting a good look at her face before pulling away, watching the now-ownerless cock splurt out a few pathetic pumps of spunk across those wobbling breasts. The goblin grinds her thighs together, feeling an obvious wetness between them. She wasn't jealous, really! She takes a moment to recompose herself before the camera turns back to her, giving it a wide grin.

"Well, there you have it, folks! Salisha is out of the competition, and off of my list of people to stay a block away from! Who will be next? Any thoughts on the matter, the [i]brain[/i]-matter?~"

Cordite and gunpowder were good smells, and Mitch loved good smells like that, but he wasn't giving up just yet. The badger watched the gruesome display and let his tongue hang out of his muzzle. Salisha looked good choking on a shotgun. And she looked even better dying from one. He pulled himself back at the last moment, nearly ruining his orgasm in the process. At least he hadn't gone out like that. 

Again he leaned further forwards to make that faux shaft bounce in places that didn't bring him as much pleasure as others. Well, he tried to at least...he sure tried.

The badger was getting close, and now seeing such gore felt...it felt amazing. He was horny as hell. His toes curled tight. He was now struggling against the rope holding his body up and the restraints on his ankles. His lust was starting to outweigh his survival instincts. "Don't...look at me about being a wall-art reject. That...panda's a fuck...fucking...[i]hooo[/i] [b]fuck[/b]..."

All the while, Tristen grinned as he watched the husk formerly known as Salisha get a violently abrupt, full blast-lobotomy, his dark red panda cock twitching in reply at the prospect and glancing over to Mitchell with a sinister gleam in his hollow lavender eyes.

"One Down~ One to go..."

Fyz continued to narrate the ongoing competition, "Mm, looks like this little guy has some fire in him! And this big badger seems like he's in trouble. Talk about a role reversal! I've always loved small dom, big sub, you know. You kinda have to when everyone here is so goddamn tall!"

She laughs, patting Tristen's head to floof up his hair, before turning to Mitchell.

"Are you just going to sit there and take that? This guy's one step away from being a femboy, and you're the one about to cum from getting your ass fucked by a machine. Where has that big dude, tough attitude gone to?"

"Th-there's also a fucking fleshlight on my god-damned dick!" Mitchell growled out and snorted again, looking down towards his shaft. 
"Don't...fucking cum...." that's all he said, under his breath. He was...aggressively thrashing in his bonds now, as an assistant was manually aiming the shotgun at this point. Each thrash made the rope about his neck tighten but also made him [i]sliiightly[/i] too far to the side to actually shoot.

"He's gonna...fucking warm my god-damn cock until he's cold and then I'm gonna...fu-fucking grind him into hamburger!" he snarled, snapping his jaws at Tristen. "Get fucking blown away, cockscucker!"

Tristen groans and yelps out loudly, his entire body spasming violently and thrusting forward, finally succumbing to the pleasing rubs and thrusting as white sludge shot from his length, splattering a nearby camera lens for extra added effect! This in turn caused a loud beep to sound, sending the shotgun down the track and stuffing the barrel in his mouth!

"Nnnngh!!~ W-Wait!! No-Mmmph!" He sputtered as he was muffled by the barrel, trying desperately to spit it back out.

Fyz barely manages to turn back to the red panda in time to see him shoot out his own death warrant, and catch the barrel of the gun sliding into his mouth. The last thing he sees is a toothy grin as the goblin waves goodbye to him, before he's abruptly blasted into nothingness.

Tristen bites down on the barrel, cringing hard to prepare for the moment to come and pass....waiting until the harsh click and the loud bang that follows right after shatters his eardrums. It's not even a quarter-second later that the contents of the shotgun shell go flying through the back of his head, spraying it's gooey insides against the wall as he falls limp, his face trapped in a mixture of the greatest pleasures and most extreme pains, the highs and lows, all rolled into one.

From this close, the camera captures everything. The desperation in his eyes as he tries not to cum, the primal fear mixed with ecstasy as he nuts against his will, and then his eyes glazing over into a frozen and still death-stare.

With a bang loud enough to be felt as much as heard, the back of Tristen's skull simply disappears, a fountain of blood, bone shards, and pulped grey matter painting the wall behind him, the splatter overlapping with Sali's to create a grisly red canvas. 

His body hangs limply in its restraints, cock still pulsing out the last few dribbles of his spunk onto the floor, the automated sex-toys still going at it until they are shut-off a few moments later.

"YEAH! YOU FU-" Mitchell let out a shout of joy, only to then realize his prostate had just taken a hard thrusting hit from the toy. He nearly came there, and that just made him arch his back further and try to worm away. 

"Okay, I fu-fucking won! Tu-turn it off...turn it off now!" he yelled, shifting in place and trying to control himself further. "...I-I gotta s-save my load for the ass of that fluffy-tailed loser!

Fyz waits just a few moments, staring at the badger with her head cocked to the side. Just enough time for everyone to think '[i]would she really just leave the machine on, and let him die too?[/i]' 

The answer, luckily enough for him, is [b]no[/b]. Just as his orgasm looks ready to begin, she turns off the machine, edging him so the audience gets to watch him throb, blue-balled.

"And there we have it, folks! It was a close one, but the little red panda guy got cocky! Hehe, [i]cocky[/i]... But either way, congratulations Mitchell! Let's get you out of those restraints, shall we?"

The assistants unhook him, letting him finally take a breath without a gun barrel an inch from his face. Looking over, he can see his two new prizes dripping and waiting, both just toys ready for him to play with.

"You got any words for us, mister winner?"

The badger had held on...he held on as the orgasm built up, and then the sleeve slid off of his body, leaving him without an orgasm, but still throbbing and ready. He stood up after he was freed, taking the rope from his neck and moving over to Salisha first, nudging the hanging body with his foot. 

He fondled her tits for a moment, then ignored her. She was dead (synth)meat, nothing more, a prize to be mounted. He motioned to the rat he had called out earlier and dragged him over, planting a firm kiss on his mouth. After muzzlefucking him with his tongue, as a victory cigar of sorts, for a few moments, the badger turned this attention to Tristen.

"Just spell my name right on the check. Mitchell. Two Ls." The badger pulled Tristen off the dildo fucking machine, only to realize how fucking big it was, his asshole ripped wide and open, "...he's ruined. Holy shit...I can't fuck this, it's too fucking loose..." 

He looked over the head and just ripped the whole top of Tristen's head off, yanking with a paw, pulling on his upper jaw, only to then drop it to the ground and kick it towards Salisha. Afterwards, he angled the stumpy panda's body down and fucked down his open throat, right then and there. He lasted all of about ten seconds in the throat before he came, flooding the lungs and belly of the boy with hot badger cum.

After finishing down the ruined skull he ripped out the exposed tongue of the panda and ate it, going back to the rat assistant with a sloppy snowball of blood and viscera. Satisfied with his performance he flipped off Tristen and motioned to the goblin. 

"Bag up the mascot. She's coming home with me. And throw the Wah in a compactor or something. Loose-ass slut isn't even worth my time."

As the victorious badger leaves with his reward, Fyz is left with a far less glamorous duty than TV-show host: [u]corpse disposal[/u]. Luckily, since there were always a few corpses left over after filming, the studio had the equipment needed.

Grabbing the dead red panda by one leg, she hauls him off behind the stage, working a knife through his elbows and hips to separate his limbs from his body. Idly munching on one arm, she feeds each piece of the former person through a meat grinder, mulching him down into a manageable pile of meat [s]of dubious quality[/s]. Eventually, it would be shipped off to some in-Park food court, netting the Taystie a nice little bit of profit on return.

Next, she had to dispose of Sali. She was fairly sure Mascot meat wasn't actually edible, what with the fact that it was made some bizarre mixture of rubber, latex, plastic, and lab-manufactured bio-flesh, but that didn't matter. Mitchell had said he wanted a trophy, though, so she would start there.

That same knife works its way through her ankles, separating her feet from her body. Her hands follow soon after, those four extremities tossed into a pile. The goblin was just getting started, however. Those fat, jiggly, nippled globes are soon removed from her chest, the Sali-spunk wiped off of them before they too were added to the pile. 

"That should be enough to make a nice set of trophies with..."

The head, clearly unsalvagable, along with the rest of the Mascot is soon disposed of in the same way as she had Tristen. Unceremoniously tossed in a garbage bag, what's left of her is shoved, unmarked, into a nearby dumpster, though not without the goblin taking a few samples of her own to add to her collection...

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One week later, a package is delivered to Mitchell's door. Inside was a large wooden plaque, containing his specific request: Sali's feet were mounted to the board in a v-shape, showing off her soles, with her hands above them to form the shape of a diamond. In the middle, framed by her hands and feet, are her breasts in all their soft and swollen plasticine glory. And just below it all was is a bronze-metal nameplate, with the date "7/27/2020" and a short epitaph inscribed on it. 

[u][b]"Herein lies all that remains of a Mascot. Ate a shotgun shell, no one'll miss ya."[/u][/b]