Spin the Knife
By ironsnake345

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"Jenga!!!"
The excited cry filled the room before the blocks even hit the ground, followed immediately after by the loud clatter of wooden bricks on a tiled floor. Four anthros cheered. One otter let out an exaggerated groan of mock frustration, which soon faded to laughter. Amid the commotion, one of the friends' voices seemed to reach the otter stronger than the rest.
"Come on, Tiah, time to pay up!"
Still chuckling, the otter obediently approached the other four partygoers, dropped to her knees, and got to work.

The first in line was Aaron, a black-furred poodle who owned the house where the festivities were taking place. Tiah placed a kiss on the tip of his already-hard cock and began to suck. Then came Rolind, a racoon who lived with Tiah as her roommate. He thrust his dick at Tiah despite the fact she was already busy sucking off someone else, and she gladly gave him a hand, stroking him off as she continued blowing Aaron. Next was Lina, Aaron's sister, a poodle all the same though her fur was more brown than black. Tiah wasted no time pushing her fingers up Lina's cunt, eagerly pleasing all her friends. Last in line was Xan, the newest member of the group. The dragon crouched down behind Tiah, wrapping his arms around her body as he started hotdogging her.

One by one, everyone came in the same order they'd been serviced. Aaron's knot swelled at Tiah's lips as he shot a load into her mouth, then Rolind came and marked the otter's head with his seed. Seconds later, Lina bit her lip hard, her body shaking as she squirted all over Tiah's fingers, then finally Xan was the last to tip over the edge, pulling back to spray his load all over her holes. The room was filled with the thick, luscious moans of group orgasm, four anthros writhing in bliss; the only one that didn't get to cum was poor Tiah. Finally, satisfied, they drew back one by one, sitting down as they began to form a circle. Tiah swallowed, scooting herself back to become flush with the circle, gently rubbing herself as conversation started up.

Aaron was the first to speak up. "Whew... I'm not gonna lie, I really thought I was gonna be the bottom for a while there."
Tiah was the next to talk. "Yeah, no kidding. But when you managed to pull off that one last turn, I knew I was done for. Just weren't any free pieces left!"
The group chuckled for a bit, then Xan piped up. "Well, loser picks the next game. Tiah, what's next on the agenda?"
Tiah thought for a moment. "I mean... I honestly kinda think we've been at this a while. Think maybe it's time to start winding the party down?"
Lina shot back right off. "Well I don't know about you, but I think we're good for one more game. Right guys?"
There were general murmers of agreement from the rest of the friends, and Tiah was left deep in thought, trying to think of something they hadn't played yet that night... Then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Oh! I know the perfect way to close out this party! We'll play Spin the Knife!"
"Spin the knife?" Rolind asked.
"Yeah, it's like spin the bottle, except instead of a bottle it's a knife, and instead of whoever it points at having to kiss you, they have to snuff you! Last one standing has to clean up after."

The room was filled with murmers of consideration, which soon turned to agreement. Everyone there didn't get snuffed very often (well, except Xan) but they couldn't deny it was a fun time, and it did sound like a very fun way to close out the night. Finally, they came to a consensus. The night would end with a game of Spin the Knife! Aaron happily made a quick run to the kitchen and came back holding a long, sharp kitchen knife, which he personally had used on Xan a couple times in the past. It had become his unnoficial snuff knife, and he was glad to offer it to Tiah. 
"First spin to last game's loser?"
Tiah smirked at him, then happily took the knife. "With pleasure!"
With that, the circle was recreated. Tiah laid the knife down on the hardwood floor, and she gave it a good spin. The well-balanced weapon kept rotating for some time, blade never quite touching the ground as five anthros watched the tip intently to see who would be Tiah's executioner. Finally, the knife came to rest, tip pointed straight at Aaron.

Rolind was the first to speak up at this result. "Hah! First you handed her the knife, now you're gonna be giving it to her!"
Everyone chuckled at the joke, but then Aaron said something which ran counter to it. "Actually, the rule just says you have to snuff 'em, right? Doesn't have to be with the knife?"
The rest of the circle seemed surprised, except Tiah. She knew just what he was planning. "No, no it doesn't~"
"Well that's good," said Aaron as he got up, "because I happen to know something Tiah likes more than getting gutted."

Casually, he walked around the outside of the circle until he came up behind Tiah. She started to get up, but he grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her back, bringing her down onto his lap as he went back to a sitting position. Even though he'd just cum, his cock was still standing tall, rubbing under her slit from behind as he gently grabbed onto her head with his hands. Eagerly, Tiah rocked her hips back and forth, running her pussy up and down the canine dick, grinding happily on him as he reinforced his grip on her head. He pulled back a bit further, lining his tip up at her entrance, then shoved his length inside, penetrating her deeply. She let out a squeak as she felt Aaron's knot pressing against her lips, and his hand came to brace against the side of her jaw, slipping a finger into her mouth to tease her. She was left moaning and shivering on his cock, her breathing growing heavier and heavier as he fucked her energetically...

SNAP!

Suddenly, Aaron jerked her head to the side, turning her neck almost a full 180 degrees around. The sharp motion snapped Tiah's neck with ease, her head tilting at an unnatural angle as her body suddenly convulsed. Her limbs twitched and shook, tensing up heavily as she writhed in place, pussy erupting with a shower of fluids that soaked down to Aaron's crotch and dripped onto the floor. Her mouth twitched as a garbled moan filled the air, breath leaving her body as muddled signals wracked through her from the neck down. Finally, the convulsions stopped, leaving only a twitching body as her eyes drifted apart, quickly becoming unfocused. As she stopped moving, Aaron pulled out of her pussy, letting a bit of extra fluid drip out in its wake as he unceremoniously laid the corpse down behind him, rejoining the circle for the next round.

As Aaron reached for the knife, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit, wondering what would happen to him. If he spun Xan, things would definitely get messier, he thought as he reached for the knife. With a quick flick of his wrist, the knife started spinning, the light flashing off the blade with each rotation. Steadily, the knife slowed down in its spinning, until finally it came to a stop with the blade pointing at Lina. For a moment, they just looked at each other, until Lina scoffed. "Are you really that afraid of getting snuffed by your sister?"
Everyone bust out laughing. Xan and and Rolind were laughing the loudest, with Aaron chuckling at the suddenly-diffused awkwardness. Lina giggled because everyone else was laughing, and for a moment it almost seemed like Tiah's body would let out a chuckle. As the laughter died down, Aaron finally gave his reply. "Aaah, well, you know we've never done THAT before. I know we've been in the city for like six years now, but I'm still getting culture shock now and then!"

Lina chuckled briefly, casually reaching forward to grab the knife. "Well, while you're having culture shock, let's see if I can't make you go into shock!"
She got up and strode over to Aaron, pushing him back with a hand on his chest. Compliantly, he leaned back until he was propped up on his elbows, cock standing tall as she lowered herself down to straddle him. As her slit came down to nestle around his prick, she brought the knife down, the sharp tip poking ever-so-slightly onto his short-furred skin. She started pivoting around, her puffy labia rubbing against his head as the knife slid along the surface to match. He bit his lip as it scored the surface, drawing just a faint dribble of blood. Then, she dropped down onto his cock, taking the whole length right down to the knot, and she shoved the knife in to match her movements. The blade sunk deep into his belly, making him draw in a sudden sharp breath as his body flinched instinctively, a splash of blood spurting up around the blade.

Lina left him like that for a moment, letting him get used to the knife in his gut. Finally, she rose up off him again, her slit rising up off his knot as she pulled the knife out, constantly mirroring his cock inside of her. She pulled out until just the tip was inside, and the knife came free, a loop of intestine just barely peeking up out of the wound. Then she slammed down on his crotch again, picking a new spot to shove the knife into his body. He let out a heavy groan, a mix of pain and pleasure as his cock throbbed inside of her, blood spurting from the fresh wound. With that, she started to speed up, not giving him any time to breathe between wounds. Each time she picked herself up, the knife would slide out of his belly, and each time she dropped down and took his cock, the knife would sink into a new spot, giving him yet another stab wound. Aaron twitched and writhed in masochistic pleasure, the sensation of being stabbed in so many places making him throb intensely inside of her. At last, she plunged down all the way, forcefully taking his knot as the knife sank into his chest, gouging open a lung and causing him to unload deep into her pussy as his breathing suddenly grew ragged.

Before he was finished cumming, Lina pulled the knife out from between his ribs, leaning far forward to embrace him as the knife came to rest across his throat. She came in for a kiss, and he accepted, lovingly kissing her as she started sawing, easily cutting him down to the main blood vessels. Dark red sprayed all over her front, painting her neck, her chest, even her belly a deep crimson as they kissed passionately, her feeling his fading life as he slowly went still. Finally, she pulled back, breathing heavily as she admired her brother's corpse beneath her. Setting the knife aside, she started to pull herself up off of his knot, eventually letting the bulb pop out and his hefty load pour out onto the dead crotch beneath. Then she unceremoniously pushed the body out of the circle, right by the neck-broken corpse of Tiah, and went back to continue the game. She couldn't wait to see how the boys would top that.

The circle of friends had become more of a triangle by now, which left Xan and Rolind as the only choices to snuff Lina. The dragon couldn't help but chuckle, which prompted a question from Rolind.
"Xan, what's so funny?"
"Ahh, it's just, I was kind of hoping I'd get spun first or second, you know."
"Oh really? Why's that?" He had a conspiratorial smirk as he leaned into the circle.
"Come on, it's not like I've been hiding how brutal I like things. Of course, even if I get picked next, no way you're gonna give yourself a big mess to clean up."
"Mmm, fair, that's a... Logical conclusion to come up with, yeah."
Xan and Lina burst out laughing at Rolind's poor attempt to be coy. Amid the laughter, the knife was set spinning again, Lina having spun it right as the boys were distracted. The laughter died down soon, just in time for Xan and Rolind to see the knife come to a stop. Xan had been picked.

The dragon looked down at the knife, then back up at Lina with a smirk. "Well, would you look at that. At least I get to enjoy getting snuffed tonight~"
Lina chuckled as she shot back. "Lucky you~ But do you think you can top my performance?"
Xan paused a moment, stroking his scaly chin in thought. "Hmm... I think I have an idea. D'you mind if I borrow a few things from the closet?"
Lina gave him a somewhat confused face, then waved dismissively. "Sure, go ahead. Just, you know, common sense."
"Oh, of course." With that, Xan got up and headed for a closet set into the wall of the room. The door creaked open, and the dragon leaned in and began rummaging around. A good ten seconds later, he came back out with a broom and a roll of duct tape, and sat back down by the knife. A few long strips of duct tape came loose from the roll, torn off and fastened around the knife and the broom, until the process was finalized with the broomhead being unscrewed from the handle. Xan had created a makeshift spear.

"A spear? Really?" Lina giggled. "What can a spear do that a knife can't?"
"Why don't you lie back and see?" Xan leveled the implement, sharp blade pointed down at Lina's crotch. Starting to blush again, Lina complied, spreading her legs open as she leaned back and began to lie down. Xan didn't waste any time, bringing the knife's tip to her snatch and giving the poodle's clit a good, hard poke. Lina bit her lip, a thin steam of blood oozing down through her folds as her breathing grew heavy, then the blade positioned itself at her hole.

Quickly, roughly, Xan jabbed the spear forward, sinking the knife down to the hilt into Lina's pussy. The reaction was immediate; Lina let out a loud gasp, her hands clasping around her maw to muffle what would have been somewhere between a moan and a scream, her spine arching roughly all the while. Xan waited for her to calm down, her hands fallign away from her muzzle as she returned to heavy breathing, and then he shoved the spear further forward, the whole knife slipping into her alongside some of the broom's handle. Lina felt as her pussy was lacerated from the inside out, sharp pain carving deep into her until she felt her cervix being impaled by the knife's tip. Another push, the blade sunk into her womb and jabbed at the far walls of her uterus, until Lina's reproductive system was completely impaled. Each movement made her breath catch an instant before she screamed out in pain and pleasure, her body shaking hard under the abuse.

But the stab-fucking had only just begun. Xan angled the spear upward and plunged it into Lina's cunt, easily jamming the entire knife through her uterus until the tip reached the surface, a bit of the bloodstained knife piercing through the soft flesh of her belly. He pulled back, leaving the wound to bleed before jabbing the spear deeper inside her, slicing and stabbing at her intestines in the process. She never got a moment to breathe, trapped in an endless loop of gasping for air and blowing it all out in a lustful mix of a moan and a scream. One of her hands started to cup and grope her breast, the other travelled down to her crotch and started to tease and torture her wounded clit. Soon, the knife reached her chest cavity, stabbing straight through her liver and puncturing one of her lungs. Her cries turned to coughing and gasping, unable to make much sound with only one lung left. Thus emboldened, Xan pulled back and aimed a bit higher, missing the lung and plunging the knife straight into her heart. Her whole body shook and convulsed in an intense orgasm as the organ was pierced, and then she started to go still, her blood running cold in the absence of a working heart. Xan never stopped jabbing the improvised spear into her as she died, until finally the last of her movement had ceased. Satisfied, Xan pulled the bloody implement out of her body, extracting a long pole that he'd shoved nearly all of into her. Finally, with blood pouring from her dead pussy, her body was rolled off to join the pile, another smiling corpse for Rolind to clean up.

Xan and Rolind were now the only two guests left, sitting across from each other with a knife between them. The silence didn't last long, soon to be broken by Xan. "Well, there it is. Are we even gonna spin the knife at this point? We all know who it's gonna pick."
Rolind chuckled, picking up the knife. "Nah, why waste time? There's only one way this is gonna end after all."
Xan just let out a stifled laugh. "What, you gonna jab that in my windpipe so it's less to clean up afterwards?"
Rolind didn't say anything. Instead, he edged closer to Xan, a mischievous grin on his face as he pulled the dragon into a close embrace. Then, he muttered into Xan's ear, "You know, if it's so I can give a painslut like you a good time? I don't mind a bit of extra cleaning~"

Xan was taken by surprise, but the blush soon faded to laughter. "Hahah! Well why didn't you say so? Alright, Rolind, do your worst!"
With that, the dragon laid himself out, arms up and away from his vulnerable belly, presenting his whole body as a canvas for Roland to toy with. The racoon didn't waste any time, his free hand quickly wrapping around Xan's cock to begin rubbing the dragon off. meanwhile, the knife's tip came down onto Xan's belly, poking softly at first, then jabbing in hard enough to draw blood, and finally slicing across the soft, unprotected flesh. Xan shivered, biting his lip and clenching both fists as his flesh was easily cut open, a few loops of intestine spilling out of his belly as the wound grew wider and wider. Pre-cum started to form on Xan's cock as Rolind kept stroking away. Then, the hand came off of the dick, just long enough to grab a fistful of intestines and pull. Long strands of guts unwound themselves inside of Xan, a huge tangle of entrails coming loose as Rolind pulled farther and farther. Finally, both ends of the loop felt resistance as they had unwound completely, and with a quick swipe, the knife severed either end of Xan's digestive tract, the final cut making him thrash briefly out of instinct.

The moment Xan had calmed down, Rolind was back to jacking him off, his bloody hand now extra lubricated for the task. As the tip leaked more and more with pre-cum, Rolind set the knife down on the floor beside him, then plunged his hand into the now clear abdominal cavity. Xan's breathing grew heavy as he fought back his instinct to struggle, the invasive hand shifting and grabbing through what organs remained inside. He felt the hand carelessly push through his pelvis, shoving aside bladder and kidneys, until the hand clenched around his prostate. Immediately, Xan let out a gasp as a sudden spurt of pre emerged from his cock. Moaning loudly in pleasure, he couldn't keep still as the racoon massaged and kneaded his prostate directly, toying with the organ heavily. His cock was drooling a steady stream of pre, steadily growing stronger and stronger in Rolind's grasp, throbbing intensely. Almost without warning, Xan came, the overwhelming stimulation finally sending him over the edge and pushing a powerful jet of cum out of his cock. Right at that moment, Rolind squeezed as hard as he could, crushing the prostate in his grasp and forcing all the cum out, instantly tripling the force of Xan's orgasm. The dragon thrashed and writhed, screaming with intense pleasure and pain as what seemed like gallons of spunk gushed out of his tip, splashed onto the ceiling and splattered all over the floor. Then, while Xan was still mid-orgasm, Rolind tore his hand out of the dragon's body, pulling the prostate free in the rough move, and quickly discarded the organ to exchange it for the knife he'd dropped. With a quick swipe, the knife cleaved through the base of Xan's cock, severing it while he was still cumming, turning the fire hose blast of cum into a gushing flood. The orgasm only lasted another couple of seconds, with Xan finally finished cumming once he'd painted a good portion of the floor white.

The intense pain and pleasure had left Xan dizzy and breathing heavily, barely able to think. H couldn't remember the last time he'd came so hard. He didn't notice he was being turned over, but for the fact his breathing suddenly became just a bit harder. Then, he felt something jamming itself into his ass, uncauctiously spreading him wide as a thick, ridged cock dove into his rear. It took him a moment to realize what had happened; Rolind had just plugged him with his own severed cock. He barely had a moment to register this before he felt an intense stabbing pain on the back of his knee, as Rolind stabbed him all the way through the joint, the knife wedged between bones. Then he felt the knife twisting, levering against each bone of the joint, flesh tearing as the tension increased, until finally the joint tore apart. The flesh ripped, and Xan's vision momentarly went red from the intense flash of pain, then finally the lower half of Xan's leg was missing, torn away from the rest. He struggled to catch his breath, wondering if he would have came again from that if he still had his prostate... And then he felt the same pain, mirrored in his other knee. This time, the tear was much faster, leaving him no time to prepare before the agonizing feeling of flesh tearing from bone wracked through his mind again. It was almost too much for him to handle, but Rolind knew just how much Xan loved that kind of pain.

As soon as the second leg came off, Rolind turned his attention higher, taking a much less subtle approach to the arms. He began hacking at Xan's shoulder, each chop letting loose another splash of blood as he cut the flesh down to bone. With a bit more effort, he cut through the connective tissue, and with one final swing the arm came off. The overstimulation was too much for Xan, he began teetering on the edge of consciousness, barely reacting even as his other arm was being cut free as well. Finally, Rolind finished with the other arm, leaving Xan properly dismembered. As blood poured from the four stumps, he rolled the dragon over onto his back, and slapped Xan hard across the face, roughly snapping him back to reality. Immediately he hissed, feeling the sting of his own missing limbs. However, the racoon didn't give him a moment's rest, immediately bringing the knife down onto Xan's sack. With a quick, precise jab, he impaled one of the testicles, the dragon's scrotum tearing open as the fresh ball was tugged away on its brand new spit. The other ball, he didn't bother stabbing; he simply got up and stomped on it, crushing it to paste instantly. At last, Rolind seemed to be satisfied with Xan's brutalization. He took a moment to catch his breath, still standing on the splattered remains of Xan's ball as he looked the dragon over. Lying on the floor beside him were his arms and legs, his intestines, his prostate and one impaled testicle. His other ball lay crushed under his foot, and his stomach was cut open and disemboweled. Xan started to lose consciousness again, and that was when Rolind decided there was only one thing left to do. In one long stride, he was beside the dragon's head, knife pointed straight down at Xan's face. With a quick jab, the blade pierced through Xan's eye, turning the ocular tissue to goo as it thrust deep into Xan's skull. The steel tip jabbed into his brain, churning the gray matter into a nervous paste, sending one last shudder through the dragon's body before he died.

Rolind stood back, catching his breath. Now that he was left to clena up, he had a lot to do. With how much blood had been spilt, the room was starting to smell like a slaughterhouse, not to mention all the cum that he needed to clean up alongside it. Xan's guts had to be taken care of too, those loops of slimy intestine would be hard to hold. Then there was the matter of scraping up the crushed testicle. With a shrug, he decided he should just get to work. Dropping off the knife in the kitchen sink to get too later, he set about his task, starting by grabbing all the bodies and entrails and unceremoniously dropping them off in the body bin outside for the garbage collectors to deal with. With that done, he began mopping up the mix of blood and cum, having to replace the water a couple times. A little scraping with the squashed testicle, a quick dish-washing session, and a couple minutes hosing off his tools, and he was done. In two hours of work, he'd nearly rendered the house spotless. For a moment, he considered snuffing himself as well just for the fun of it, but decided instead to just grab a slice of leftover pizza and head home.

Tiah woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone buzzing at her. Groggily, she rolled over in bed to see what was up. It was a group text, sent to all five friends at once. Xan had written a surprisingly long text about how great the party was, how much fun he'd had that night and, best of all, that they should all TOTALLY do that again sometime. Lina chuckled, typing up a text to tease Xan for waking everyone up early... But also to agree that, yes, the should totally play spin the knife again sometime.