This choice: Smother the breath out of him. • Go Back...Chapter #8Take His Breath Away by: Cainiam   Moonbounce bit her lip, the very thought of what she was about to do all so arousing. The stallion was still pinned under her, Nox gasping for air against her sopping wet marehood. The moist folds made wet slurps with each struggle from the pinned sergeant, but already it was so much weaker than before. The mare grinned as she ground her butt back, adding a bit more force to her heavy rump as she squeezed it against the stallion's skull, those heavy cheeks squishing against either side of his head, blocking any air from coming in from the side.
Nox's lungs burned, his muscles screamed. He needed air and he needed it bad. His hooves pushed up against those pudgy thighs, trying to shove off the heavy cadet who was all too eager to push back. His wings twitched, his hind legs kicked, but there was nothing he could do. That plump pussy kept on grinding against him, giving only sickly juices to slurp and no air to survive. His face was turning blue, his limbs growing sluggish as he choked beneath the mare.
The mare wouldn't give in now, not when she was having so much fun. She felt his meagre pushes and struggles, the stallion having no hope of lifting her with his muscles so weak. Each desperate inhalation and panicked exhalation pushed into her marehood, his dying sounds echoing into the depths of her vagina. She squeezed harder, clenching her ass cheeks and adding pressure, compacting the soft and doughy pudge of her butt around his bony skull.
The struggling stallion gasped and panted, torturous chokes the only result from his desperate attempts to take a breath, to fill his deflated lungs and give him a moment longer... but things only got worse. The mare's plump butt squeezed him in deeper, the pillows completely blocking off everything. She wouldn't see his eyes go red as vessels burst, but she would feel his twitches, and spasms, no longer controlled, seemingly random... and then he stopped. His muscles all tensed and then they relaxed.
Moonbounce felt the lift leave him, the mare sighing as she snuffed out the stallion. She rested there a moment longer, when she felt something wet coating her thighs. She blinked and looked down, seeing a spreading puddle of liquid coming from the stallion's thighs and across the floor. It felt warm against her fur. It was then she realised what it was. The mare jumped up and out of the pool of piss, her eyes locking on his sheath as it twitched, a last spurt of golden fluid leaking from the tip and onto the floor. "Eww..." the mare responded, reaching down to dry her thighs.
The sound of a door slamming open made her almost piss herself and add to the puddle, the mare jumping almost out of her skin. "What's going on in here, a rookie heard screaming!" a buff black earth pony growled. The two ponies at his side were already staring at her, and then he was too, their jaws dropping at the sight.
Moonbounce still had blood on her face from her meal, it especially staining her fangs. Her crotch was a mess of her vaginal juices, and her hooves soaked in piss. On the floor before her was the corpse of Sergeant Nox, his face blue and eyes bulging out of his head. "I... I can explain..." Moonbounce began. She didn't get a chance to scream before the three guards jumped her, slamming her to the floor and straight down into the piss puddle.
"You bucking bitch! Pretend to be a rookie just so you can kill a sergeant?!" the black stallion roared in her ears as the other two hurriedly threw on hoofcuffs and a wing binder. The black stallion ground her against the floor, his hooves weighing heavily on her, threatening to crack her bones.
"Bulldozer! Loosen up. Let the others take care of her," one of the guards urged.
"Yeah, she just signed her own death warrant," the other added.
Bulldozer kept the pressure on, Moonbounce squealing as he her bones groaned... but then Bulldozer lifted off. A hoof grabbed the back of her neck and lugged her up and to her hooves. "You hear them, bitch? You're going down permanently for this," he hissed at her. With a tug she was dragged forwards, the guards encircling her in an escort formation. They marched her out of the barracks... but where were they heading?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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