[Cartoonish/Horny Snuff, Strong Language, Instant Loss, Ryona]

"Are you sure we have the right place, Kumbhira?"

"Of course it is, Anila. I mean, look at the name of the joint! It's gotta be this place!"

The sun shone down on two young ladies, reflecting off their well-sharpened horns. Both of them were Draphs, the species that had such sexual dimorphism that it was almost fantastical and impossible to believe if you hadn't met one before. Such muscular males, and such curvy females. They were the very model of two different ends of sexual appeal, both attracting mates from different species thanks to their bodies doing all the talking.

Not only were they Draphs, but they were much more than that. Not that their outfits served to make that clear to anybody that happened to look at them. If you just looked at them, you'd think they were tourists, given the cute black and white bikinis that covered their respective bodies, the fabric doing its best to stick to their thick hips and their massive melons despite the fact that their outfits were definitely supposed to be used by Humans or Erune, not fat-tittied Draphs like them.

The fair-skinned blonde, who didn't think this was the right place, was named Anila. She was one of the Twelve Divine Generals that kept a close watch over the skies, to make sure that the discord that sowed its way through the year wouldn't exceed a certain point. All through prayer. Out of the twelve, she represented the Goat, explaining the particular way that her horns curved compared to any other Draph.

The darker-skinned blonde, who was way too sure of herself, was named Kumbhira. Like her fellow Divine General, she had to keep a close eye on discord through prayer. But she was a much looser kind of girl, which meant that she usually got up close and personal with any kind of discord. Cheering people up with her body, and watching them thank her with kisses and praise. That was the kind of girl that she was, and it helped complement her status as a Pig. A plump-figured hottie who didn't feel shame exposing herself.

Why were they here, dressed like they were on their day off? Simple. A lot of their fellow Draphs, and generally busty girls that were around their size, had disappeared. And the only lead that they had was that they had all gone to a Spa, never to return.

"Yeah, but do you really think they'd disappear at a place called 'Dead End Spa?'" Anila asked as she looked to her friend, her arms folded underneath her breasts. She wasn't one to doubt her friend's judgment, it was just that things seemed more than a little... Well, just a bit absurd. If anything, this seemed like a trap.

"Do you have any better suggestions?" Kumbhira asked, and the fair-skinned Draph shook her head. "Good, then stop complaining. Worst case, we bust the baddies that run this place, and then we try another Spa. We've already done that, remember?" She chimed, walking straight in through the entrance.

"That didn't go the way you make it sound!" Anila sounded, running in after her, almost tripping over the strangely bulbous carpet underneath. Strange, did carpets have tits? Eh, maybe she was just seeing things. Besides, it was a good place to wipe her feet after walking through the sand...

Both of the Draphs ignored the cries underneath them, as well as the cow-horned bitch that they had just stepped on that served as carpet, while they walked deeper into the Dead End Spa. All while keeping an eye out for anybody suspicious.

"Don't these look familiar?" Anila asked, as she pointed to a couple of nice looking pictures depicting women that they had seen once before, yet with some kind of imperfection that made it hard to identify them as such.

Kumbhira rubbed her chin a bit, giving each picture a good once over. And she even read the plaque underneath, just making sure that they were right.

One of the pictures depicted a girl that looked almost like their fellow Divine General, Catura. And the Plaque underneath definitely said her name. Though it also said 'ROADKILLED' and there was a strange hook running through her hair as it pulled back her nose, making her look just like a horny pig. The plaque even had an arrow, pointing back towards the entrance...

Another had two girls in the same picture. Ones that looked like that runaway tomboy princess, Aliza, and her mother, Alicia. Both of them smiling like always, with their noses tugged back by their nosehooks just the same. The plaque even identified them, but their title was different. 'SPEEDBAGGED'. Huh. Maybe that explained why there were two thick looking bitches strung up by the picture, swaying back and forth as they had turned all red from constant use. Whoever had pummeled them had done a good job.

Yet another picture, yet another girl. This time, not a Draph, but rather Monika, that girl from the Crew of Enforcers. Her Draph-like stature must've brought her here, if that girl in the picture happened to be her. The nosehook made it hard to tell. Then again, maybe it was just a common crook. That would explain why she had been 'DUMPSTER DISPOSED', with her legs sticking out of a trashcan while her sheathed sword was firmly stuck inside her slutty ass.

The next picture after that was partly blocked because there was a big resin statue of some other bitch with really big horns. But looking around them, the picture depicted a simple-minded girl. That Sarasa chick that worked with the Eternals? Couldn't be her, she wasn't a Spa type. Besides, what kind of Spa actually gave nosehooks to their customers? And more over, what kind of Spa worked with 'RETARD RESIN'? Whatever it was, it kind of smelled like. Nice enough to make the two Draphs rub their thighs together...

Finally, the last picture depicted a girl that had been very close to the captain of their Crew. Narmaya, one of the swiftest swordswomen in the skies. And just like all the others, this copycat had a nosehook tugging her nose back. Two extra, to really make her look like a slut who wanted a cock in any hole. And right in front of the picture, a big looking condom sagged as it held a bunch of cum inside it. All suspended by the dull and broken edge of some wrecked looking katana. Is this what 'COCK FOOD' looked like? It kind of made them hungry...

Of course, if these dumb Draph bitches decided to use their few brain cells instead of just looking at all of the degeneracy in front of them, they would've probably realized that the remains of every single one of their fellow Crewmembers, and other Draphs that they hadn't yet personally gotten acquainted with, were sitting right in front of them. And they had even stepped over one of their fellow Divine Generals, treating her like little more than a rug.

"Kind of strange to decorate your lobby with all this sort of weird stuff, isn't it, Kumbhira?" Anila asked, turning away from the debauchery on display as she looked at the tanned girl, only to notice that she had seemingly vanished. "Kumbhira? Where are you?"

"Over here, Anila!" The tanned Draph chimed as she held out a nice looking hook, the perfect accessory for a pair of idiot Draphs like them. "Aren't these cute? Just like in the pictures!" Of course, the more she looked at those hooks, the more her juices slowly but surely poured down her thighs. Because like an idiot, she didn't realize that being exposed to all this stuff was breaking her brain already.

Anila took her own hook, giggling a little herself. She could barely make out the word 'RETARD' on the strap attached to the hook. "It really is kind of cute. You want a bit of help, or-"

She didn't get far, before Kumbhira stuffed her hook straight into the fair-skinned idiot's nose and started tugging, wrapping it around her horn to give it a bit of support. All while making plenty of pleasure pour through Anila's body, moans slipping out from the Divine Dummy's lips as she struggled to handle the pleasure...

Once Anila stopped trembling because her brain managed to pull itself back together from the brink of breaking completely, the retard-hooked girl did the very same to her bestie. And the sound of Kumbhira's moans as the idiot felt her nose getting yanked back into such a humiliating but cute position as the hook wrapped around her horn... Ah, it was just perfect.

Now they matched. The Divine Dummies with their hooked noses, and their absolutely soaked panties, could head into the main part of the Spa. Which was strangely unmanned, like there were barely anybody there. Except maybe this really big hunk of a receptionist, who seemed to be busy reading something...

Thankfully for the two dummies, there just happened to be a big list of treatments that they could go through at the Spa. All nicely lined up right in front of the receptionist's desk, in big bold lettering so even morons like them could read.

"So many choices..." The two idiots muttered to themselves as they started to read them all off. And with every single one that passed their eyes, they could feel their brains contracting, sending big spikes of pleasure through their bodies, even if they weren't being described...

"Roadkill..." Anila muttered, her fingers trembling as they slowly ran down her thigh.

"Speedbag..." Kumbhira followed suit, one of her hands sinking into her breasts.

"Dumpster Disposal..!" Anila cried out as her fingers dove into her pussy, jamming them in and out as they scratched against her inner walls.

"Retard Resin!" Kumbhira cried out as she forcibly fingered her nipples, widening those slutty holes and getting them ready for cocks as she felt the milk pouring out the more she played with herself.

"COCK FOOD!" They both cried out as the nose-hooked retards felt their bodies convulsing, climaxing just from reading all of those options. And in the process, causing the receptionist to grumble as he listened to their pathetic cries. Not that they'd notice. They were way too into the sheer concept of these treatments to think straight or think that they were bothering anybody...

Once they finished cumming all over the floor, and struggled to get back on their feet after having read themselves to an instant climax, they noticed that the muscled Draph receptionist had gotten up, his body towering over them as it set off a reaction inside their brains.

"Seems like we've got new sluts on the menu." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He had seen sluts self-destruct when exposed to their menu, but this was a new low. Still, it was almost a little entertaining seeing them break like this, causing his disgruntled frown to curve slightly. "Hey. You two. You wanna hear more about your options?"

Both of those brain-broken bitches nodded, and the receptionist was more than happy to tell them. Letting their minds fill in the blanks by replacing any part of the explaination with the ones they had seen hung up in the lobby.

---

"Is my husband going to come soon?"

Catura, the Cow among the Divine Generals, asked the big Draph that had guided her out to one of the experimental roads on the island where the Dead End Spa was located. Like any other complete idiot with a pair of useless horns, she trusted him without even thinking.

"Of course he will. Just pucker your lips and stay standing here on this road, okay?" The bigger Draph wasn't about to give her an explaination. Especially since all of her 'husband' talk was frankly a bit too much for him.

The blue-haired girl nodded and waited. Even pulled out a bit of lipstick, wiping the red stuff on her lips and puckering her lips as she did her very best to wait for her hubby.

In the distance, after having waited for hours like a complete moron, she could finally see a light. And she could hear an engine, as that light rapidly approached..!

*THUNK*

The one driving the truck blinked a little as it felt like he just drove over a bump. But he shrugged his shoulders, unaware of the pink lipstick that now covered his wheel.

Nor of the completely flattened bitch on the ground, whose fat red lips and equally fat milky tits were the only parts of her body that hadn't been completely flattened.

That was the essence of the 'Roadkill' treatment. To be flattened by a speeding truck...

---

"So, this treatment's supposed to bring us closer?"

Two females who loves one another, the tomboyish Aliza and her dear sweet mother Alicia, followed behind a large looking Draph man wearing nothing but a wifebeater and a couple of studded gloves. He seemed quite strong, maybe even stronger than Aliza's boyfriend Stan...

"Closer's what we've always wanted to be, Aliza. Especially after you started hanging out with that boy..." Alicia was a traditional woman. And she knew much about how her kind should be treated...

"Mom, it's okay. I'll handle myself, and Stan'll keep an eye on my back when I need it." The slightly shorter and spunkier of the two idiots chimed.

That confidence quickly turned into nothing as the man suddenly spun around, and smashed his fist into both bitches' horns. That perfect strike sending vibrations into their forms, their horns shattering and leaving them drooling messes that collapsed onto the floor all at the same time.

"Punching bags like you shouldn't talk." The gruff looking Draph said, grabbing both of them by their remaining horn, causing them to keep letting out delightful moans, all while he attached the very tip to a terribly precarious looking piece of tape.

With both of his Speedbags held up, he started laying into them. And they couldn't help but cry out in utter delight as every punch sent their brains into shock, all while their intact horns held them up.

The bizarre dichotomy of being able to hold up such beaten bitches while being unable to handle a male's punch... That was the essence of the Speedbag treatment. No wonder they were beaten blue from how much they had been used...

---

"I keep telling you, I'm not a Draph!"

Monika, the short-statured blonde Enforcer, cried out as she looked up at the much bigger Draph. She had seen enough, this place was a bed for trouble. Why else would there be so many paintings that looked disturbingly similar to missing women?

"Well, we can compensate you for this treatment with a free test of one of our new courses. Would you like that?" The muscled Draph that ran the show asked, looking down at the much shorter girl. Hmph, it'd be a waste of a good cocksock to do this, but...

Monika hesitated, before nodding. "Prove that this place isn't a death trap-"

In that one moment when she opened her mouth, she was launched backward. Thanks to a catapult system built into the floor, designed to make their newest and greatest course the best it could be.

She didn't get to scream or anything before she slammed straight into one of the walls. The same wall that currently lacked a nice picture to go with the trashcan under it...

Monika's teeth had broken, and the ones that hadn't fell out of her mouth as she slowly but surely slid off the wall. Only to then fall head first into the trashcan underneath, her head smashing against the bottom as she started to giggle like the near-Draph she really was at heart. That was why she had been such a retard, not noticing that putting on a nosehook was such a bad idea, nor that she had been primed for a launch.

But that wasn't all. A piercing orgasmic scream echoed through the lobby as she felt something slide straight into her ass. Her prized sword, making for a nice convenient dildo as it was jammed into her hole thanks to the Draph in charge of everything making sure to toss out the trash.

The essence of Dumpster Disposal. Even girls that weren't Draphs could enjoy it.

---

"Haha! Give me the best you've got! There's no way you'll beat me!"

Sarasa, of the Eternals, grinned as she stood right where that big guy had told her to stand. She even wore that swimsuit that she didn't really care for. But he told her that she'd fight the strongest thing he had available, and the thought of that was way too good to pass up.

So where was it, anyw-

*SLAM*

Two jiggly pieces of resin-like slime popped out of the walls and slammed against one another. With Sarasa right in between them, her eyes having rolled into the back of her head from the sudden and overpowering impact that managed to shatter bits of her horns in the process.

When they pulled back, the resin had not only sunk into the cracks in her elaborate horns, but the rest of her body was covered in the exact same substance. The substance hardened as soon as the cool summer air brushed against it, leaving her a complete retarded-looking statue, who was permanently locked in orgasm as seen on that stupid face of hers...

The essence of Retard Resin. And the promise of a followup, should the retard ever break free...

---

"What a cute little boy you are."

Narmaya, the swordwoman with a sisterly complex, smiled as she looked at the underage Draph boy that had guided her over to a nice looking picture frame on one of the walls. It was kind of strange how there wasn't a picture in the frame, and how there was a big horsecock-looking dildo poking out from the wall.

Still, her eyes were on the boy. The cute little thing couldn't harm a fly. She'd protect him, lots and lots and-

*SMOOOOCH*

Her bright red lips were suddenly forced against the tip of that thick horsecock. And she couldn't pry her head away, because who else but that little tyke used his male strength to force her to kiss away?

The more she kissed, the more head was sucked into that incredibly tight space. Her body twisting and contorting as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, all while she was sucked further and further in... Right up until..!

*GLORP*

The moment she was sucked in, the horsecock worked its magic. And the only thing inside the cock's sack, was a sloshing pool of cum, showing how quickly useless Draphs like her could be digested into nothing more than mere squirts of cum.

The very same squirts that quickly poured out into a condom that the boy attached to the cock, while he broke apart the katana that had been dropped by the ara-ara moron. It would be a good way to keep her hung up, once he made sure that her picture was ready.

And that was what it meant to be Cock Food...

---

By the time that he finally finished explaining how all of those bitches had met their end, he looked down at the two morons on the ground below, and he scoffed a little at the sight.

Those Divine Dummies had climaxed all over the floor. Multiple times over. There were even a few pink droplets mixed in with it all. Did those idiots have brains left? Amazing, considering the fact that they had made it all the way to the Reception. Usually, bitches like them had broken before they got a few steps inside. Probably because stepping on another one of their Kin made their brains break right then and there.

"You two..." He said, before his gruff frown turned into an awful grin. "You two deserve the worst course of them all. Read again, and use your eyes this time. Not your pussies." He gave them an order, and both Anila and Kumbhira listened as they looked back at the menu.

As soon as they saw it, their eyes practically jumped out of their sockets, as alarm bells rang out through their heads. It was their feeble brains trying their best to warn them, but their hearts pumped pure delight into them instead as they read those powerful words.

"RETARDS ONLY

CERTAIN DEATH MARATHON"

They slowly staggered back to their feet as they drooled like mad, giggling like the idiots that they were. "W-We want the Certain Death Marathon! We're certified Retards, it says so on our hooks!" Anila cried out, her body trembling just by letting those words leave her lips. Ah, she always wanted to experience something that damning..!

"Mmhm, bonafide retards! We even put on our Nosehooks before asking!" Kumbhira cried out as she tugged on her own hook, the slutty pig squirting down below. She wanted nothing more than to experience a hot and quick demise..!

"It'll cost you everything. Now get on your knees and beg for it, sluts." The Receptionist said, crossing his arms as he watched them both get down on their knees like their lives depended on it.

The morons had even listened well to the command. Taking their soaked swimsuits off and neatly folding them into a pile in front of them. Completely and utterly surrendering everything on them, except for their retarded Nosehooks. They were part of them, they couldn't just remove them now!

"We, Divine Generals Anila and Kumbhira, admit that we're nothing more than moronic retards! We want to die an undignified death! And that the one who kills us has as much fun as he possibly can! Because we're meant to die for the sake of powerful males, like you!" They both cried out, giving away even their dignity by admitting that they wanted to be killed just like everyone else had been. They realized now that they had been made into nothing but decorations for the Dead End Spa... And that they would probably meet a similar end...

The Reptionist listened to the way that they gave themselves over to him. And his response was simple.

He kicked their horns, causing them to crack ever slightly and send both of them into pleasurable shock, their weak leaky brains completely unable to handle it.

"I'm not going to kill you. You're not worth the effort." He said, before whistling for somebody. "Boy! They're all yours. Completely retarded trash, ready to be killed off!" He shouted, heading right back behind the counter to continue reading as he had done before they interrupted him.

Both of the bitches with the cracked horns looked towards a boy that came over, and immediately noticed that he was nowhere near as attractive as the one that had just given them a death blow to their brains. He was a bit chubby, and he wasn't nearly as strong looking as that man.

Did that stop them from immediately kissing his feet like the useless sluts that they were? Of course not. "Mmmph! Kill us off, kill us offff!" They both cried out, begging, craving that sweet release."

The boy rolled his eyes. He wanted to break a proper pair of whores, like a couple of humans. Not these useless Draphs that made him ashamed that they were even the same race as him. Then again, were Female Draphs really Draphs, when they broke this easily? Probably not. He could take solace in that fact.

"Follow me, retards." He said, leading them along like he held them on a leash. Not that he really had a leash, those two idiots were just too happy to listen to orders, even from a kid that wasn't even close to their size.

He led them deep into the Spa, into a special room with two guilotine-looking contraptions. Complete with holes for their hands and heads to go through, so they could be restrained and ready for whatever the young boy needed them for.

"Get in." The boy said, kicking both of those idiots on their buttocks as they quickly scurried towards their respective hole, letting the top restraint snap shut around their neck and wrists as they were 'strapped in'. All while their holes continued drooling like mad, the mere idea of being stuck in this kind of device being enough to put their slutty minds into overdrive. What if they were going to die so quickly that they only just got a taste of the orgasm? Aaah, they couldn't wait!

Both Anila and Kumbhira, the complete sluts that they were, didn't notice what was happening above them. That a set of thrusting pillars were getting dangerously close to their horns, all while they basically drove themselves to orgasm just thinking about the way that they were going to get killed. Were they going to end up in a dumpster? In a cock? Or made into another carp-

*WHACKWHACKWHACK*

Their thoughts were rather rudely interrupted by the sudden and rather rough way that the machines above them jackhammered their thrusting rods straight into the tip of their horns. Shattering and hammering away at them with just enough strength to slowly but surely make them break more and more. Savoring the sensations that could break through them, and dragging out their mental death more and more.

All while the boy that had led them here decided to make good use of their useless cunts, sticking his tiny cock straight into their folds. Thrusting with an intensity that could be compared to machine smashing their horns to pieces.

Anila was the one who currently experienced the cock inside her folds. And she was experiencing so many orgasms on top of one another that they were all starting to bleed together. How could somebody like her keep it all in check? How could she possibly endure? She couldn't! She was a retarded moron whose braincells kept popping over and over. They reformed, just so they could pop harder! And when they were completely popped, the orgasm that followed made her nearly grow limp. A feeling that was quickly overwritten by the hammering against her cracked horns, making it impossible for her to pass out since she would be dragged back to consciousness almost immediately.

While Kumbhira had to contend with just the hammering, it wasn't like her brain cells were doing much better. Sure, they were lasting longer, but that was comparing two nanoseconds to one. She was still losing them at a grossly intense rate, to the point where she had made a puddle of pure pussy juice below her knees. And it only got worse once she felt the boy's cock sliding into her, moans accompanying the sound of the machine smashing her brain and her horns to bits with both getting louder and louder as any attempt to keep herself together was rendered useless thanks to her retard brain being utterly weak to this kind of treatment!

The boy kept swapping back and forth between their loose cunts. Dissatisfied with both of them. This was why he hated killing off morons like them. They were way too loose when it was time to kill them off! They always climaxed way too early, leaving him high and dry. At least they tightened a little when he kept swapping between them. And their screams of pleasure that kept growing higher and higher was at least something to enjoy...

Eventually, both of them quieted down. But not because they had finished climaxing. No, it was because their horns had completely broken. Only the little stumps where their hooks had been wrapped around hadn't been smashed, and that was more for convenience's sake.

The boy turned off the machines, wading through the proverbial lake of pussyjuice on the floor, before letting both of those morons out of their restraints. And then he looked at them as they collapsed on the floor, drooling their brains out through their ears. They still had bits of that left? Not really, not after they had been hammered into paste.

"Alright. Who of you wants to die first?" He asked, sending another shock of pure pleasure through them, and snapping them back to attention like the sluts that they were. Because that was the only thing that gave them a reason to live at this point... The pursuit of their awful demise!

"Pick me!" Kumbhira cried out as she slapped her tits, panting and gasping as her eyes rotated a full cycle through her slot-machine like sockets. "I'm the sluttier girl! I'm more filling! I'm a pig, you'll have plenty of fun killing a useless pig, won't you?"

"She's right, she's more useless!" Anila cried out, licking her lips and pouring a bit of the power she had in her body into her tongue. Coating those silly cockpillows in lipstick. Because that was all that her power over the elements was good for at this point. Not guarding the world, just making her ugly boy killer happy!

He looked between them, as they both advocated for the plump tanned pig to die first. And he reached towards her head, just like his buddies had done to other sluts that would end up like Cock Food...

Only to grab the fair-skinned moron instead, forcing her lips up against his balls and her open nose right up against his cock. She was forced to snort his clear cum straight into her brain, panting and crying out as her eyes starting spinning just like Kumbhira's had. Only to land on 'KILL ME' as she accepted that it was her turn first...

Kumbhira jammed her fingers into her cunt as soon as she saw that silly friend of hers push her face more and more up against that boy's cock. Watching her jam her entire self into that incredibly tiny space, all while flashing peace signs as she knew that she would meet her end right then and there.

She was slurped up just like any other piece of Cock Food. It didn't matter that his cock was tiny. It was just as ravenous as a proper horsecock. And within a few seconds, her head was inside. It didn't take much before her tits or her ass had met a similar fate either, leaving her to dissolve into tiny droplets of cum as she made it all the way into his balls. Such a curvaceous woman, having met her end in such a quick and useless way.

He didn't even bother cumming her back out, stretching as he laid down. "Moron. Your turn." He said, pointing from Kumbhira towards his cock, all while refusing to move his hands. He was going to let her enjoy her demise on her own terms.

The retarded Pig giggled as she walked over and stepped on his cock, feeling it suck away at her feet just like her friend's head had. And she couldn't help but flash a couple of peace signs of her own, her mind overflowing with the sheer sensations that being turned into Cock Food filled it with.

Her eyes spun around more and more as she sank further down, eventually landing on 'MY TURN' once her legs had sunk fully into that incredibly cramped space. Her ass was unfortunately just a little too big for that tiny space, something that she was more than happy to deal with as she lifted up her cheeks and let them drop down, unjamming them and sucking her further in.

Kumbhira giggled and laughed like the retarded slut that she was. Enjoying every moment of her demise. Even as he had to repeat the process once tits caused her to get stuck. It didn't matter that she was squirting milk like a common cow as they were sucked inside, all that mattered was how good it felt to be nothing more than a snack for an ugly yet adorable boy's cock.

"Bye bye! Thanks for making me into Cock Food!" She cried as she was left as nothing more than a head, leaving one cute little kiss on his balls. The only thing that she left behind, smeared into the same kiss mark that Anila had left behind as she was sucked in.

And just like that, the useless pig was sucked all the way inside. Turning into little more than completely wet and clear spunk, that squirted out after the boy touched his tiny cock once.

He didn't even bother with what they had left behind. Getting rid of their cum and their lipstick smears as quickly as possible, letting out an annoyed groan as he got back up. Now he had to clean up so much of their lousy juice before he'd be able to kill somebody else. And knowing the adults, it'd be another pre-broken Draph bitch.

At least he got to kill a lot of them. Wouldn't be long before another one arrived at the Dead End Spa, to end up just like the rest.