[Cartoonish Snuff, Cock Vore, Instant Loss]

"So, this is where everyone's disappeared off to?"

"Seems like it. But there doesn't seem to be anything particularly wrong with this place. It's just a Spa, isn't it?"

Two idiotic Draphs had found their way to the Dead End Spa. A place that had been rumored to deal with girls like them and other fat-tittied sows that had more tits than brains. Of course they didn't register a place that served as their certain death as a source of danger. Certain death like this was something that they were genetically programmed to ignore. It was why so many Draphs had ended up being made into display pieces at the Spa, and why their fellow crewmates hadn't been seen since they left to investigate.

The two that had arrived at this point were both infamous in their own way. One was the swordswoman Azusa, whose cursed blade made her act out her inner frustrations and made her hunt down her former friend Narmaya. But thanks to that very same girl doing her best to try and bring her back to the path of light, she had managed to join the very same crew that Narmaya had joined, all so she could keep her in check. The other was the Dark Dragoon, Forte. A woman who could tame dragons with her skills with a lance, and had ridden many before she joined the crew that had lost so many Draphs already. Since she had heard more than enough rumors about her kind falling prey to this kind of place, she joined Azusa in hunting down Narmaya, just so she didn't go missing as well.

As they wiped their feet on the rather bouncy looking carpet that totally wasn't one of the girls that had gone missing, and after having their proud pictures taken right after they entered, they noticed that despite the entrance of the spa being made to show off plenty of pictures, a lot of them were currently gone. So were the decorations that were supposed to be displayed. Most importantly...

"Hey!" Azsua shouted as she pointed towards one of the employees holding a picture of the dignified and proud Narmaya, as well as a simple looking sloshing condom. "That's Narmaya's picture! Where is she?!" The swordswoman shouted as she reached for her cursed blade. She would make this bastard pay if she had taken away the only one that could match her skills.

Forte sighed as she watched her companion get worked up, all while she reached for the complimentary nosehooks that idiot Draphs like her were supposed to wear. Silly girl got so ahead of herself that she violated one of the rules of the entire establishment, just because she saw her friend. Maybe it wasn't just the cursed sword that gave her a bad rep...

"Hm?" The bigger male Draph said as he looked towards the loud slut, before shaking his head. "That's another dead slut, nobody important. You want her?" He asked, holding the filled condom towards her. "I was going to toss her out since she's been bringing in less revenue than we expected, but if you want a quick fix before your death, I'm not gonna stop ya."

Azusa blinked as the information went in one way and out the other. She's... Dead? She was that cum? D-Duh, of course, Draphs like her were happy to end up little more than nut slop at the end of the day. But if that was the case, then she couldn't... She couldn't stop her! She had to do something to deal with the possible danger she posed. Otherwise...

"I-I can be better than her! I can bring in a lot more revenue! I was her rival, and anything she can do, I can do much better!" Azusa proclamed, getting down on her knees and bowing as respectfully as she could. This would be the only way she could distract herself from giving into the curse of the sword. To be a slut like no other..!

Forte watched as Azusa begged for something so silly, before she walked over and put her heel on the back of her friend's head. "What the slut's asking for, is if you could kill her just like you killed Narmaya. That won't be a problem, right? Or do we need to pay to get our deaths expedited?" Honestly, Azusa embarassed her. She wanted to die and be a good slut like Narmaya, so why hadn't she put on her nosehook?

The male draph rubbed his chin a bit as he looked towards the empty picture frames on the wall. They were running low on new material, so... "Fine. All your clothes, and whatever you own. Sluts like you don't need that, do you?" He said, as he pushed the slutty Draph aside and stomped on Azusa's head, to make sure that she understood exactly what she was agreeing to.

Azusa let out a powerful moan as she drooled herself to stupidity, giggling as she stripped herself completely bare all while still kneeling. She wasn't allowed to stand up, but a former swordslut like her was more than limber enough to do something like this. By the time that she felt that wonderful man's foot stomping into the back of her head again, she couldn't help but tremble because she was completely naked. Even her sword was laying on that wonderful pile that didn't belong to her. Now she was nothing more than a slut that had been marked for death..!

The male draph pushed it all aside and grabbed the sword, intending to use it for later, before grabbing ahold of the eager slut's horns. "Right. Down you go." He said as he slammed her right up against one of the cocks that were still mounted to the walls. Her final destination.

Azusa's eyes widened as much as they could as she looked upon her final resting place. It was a kid-sized cock. That teeny thing was where she was supposed to be displayed? She couldn't believe it. It was exactly what she had always wanted. All she had to do was worship it, suckle on that rod, kiss it and wait until it did what it was supposed to. Suck her down and turn her into nothing but ballslop, just like the stuff that Narmaya had turned into!

Forte watched with a scornful gaze in her eyes while the former swordslut just pushed herself deeper and deeper into that tiny cock. All while flashing peace signs like the stupid idiot that she was, while her head was sinking straight into the cock's urethra as she was slurped further and further inside. Seeing her be devoured like another meal for that cock was... Really arousing. But she didn't feel anything except for scorn for that girl because she hadn't followed the rules. She wasn't a proper slut. A proper slut would be giving everything away before she got trashed. Everything.

The cock audibly gulped down everything that was Azusa. Her head, her horns, her tits, her arms, her legs, all while her body managed to force that tiny cock's equally tiny ballsack to grow bigger and bigger. The more of her was pulled inside, the more her uselessly happy visage bulged out against it. Flashing those peacesigns while her ahegao was fully visible thanks to how much the flabby ball skin pressed against her face. It felt so good to get devoured by a kiddy cock like this. It felt so good to be turned into nothing more than sloppy seed...

Indeed, once she had been fully pulled into the kiddy cock and she was nothing more than a retard inside that ballsack... It started to drool out the tiniest bit of seed. Which was quickly gathered inside an equally tiny condom. It was little more than a few watery drops, showing that there was absolutely no way that she was going to lead to any sort of conception. Her sole purpose in life, as her body became a permanent imprint on that massive ballsack... Was to be nothing more than teeny, tiny droplets of kiddy cum drooling into a useless condom. And to think that she claimed she would make more revenue...

The male Draph sighed as he tugged the useless condom off the leaky cock, looking at it and then at the much more filled condom. "She called herself a rival, and she can't even end up as much cum as that bitch could? She's a real waste." He muttered, putting the much more filled condom down on the floor, together with Narmaya's picture, and then unsheathed that useless cursed sword. "If you're this worthless, then this sword's probably not worth anything either." He said, preparing to sink the sword into the wall to mount the condom right there.

"Please wait." Forte spoke up, as she bowed in front of the much superior male. Her clothes and her weapon were already laying on the ground, and she brought specific emphasis to her horns. "To apologize for my useless slut of a friend, I want to offer you my horns as a token of apology. You may also use my lance, which has felled plenty of violent dragons, to pin her useless seed to the wall. I don't want to serve as one of your main revenue streams, that would just bring you more shame. Just get rid of my horns, use the most valuable part of me... And then toss me out like the others... hhaaahhh..." Just like Azusa, Forte's desire to be turned into little more than dead entertainment was obvious. Unlike her useless friend, however, she was more than happy to just admit that she was utterly useless outside of her horns...

The male Draph just shook his head. Great, more work to do. "At least you know your place, slut." He said, grabbing the lance and pinning the useless condom to the wall using it. While the lance was being used for the wall, that sword could probably be used to saw at that slut's horns. Thus, he grabbed ahold of one of her horns, and put the cursed blade to the rest. "Stay still, or I'll kill you before you climax, you worthless slut."

Forte obeyed as she felt that cursed blade immediately start to carve at her horn. It was absurdly sharp. And not only that, its cursed power allowed it to be jagged enough to easily carve into it. So much so that her brain, which had managed to hold on and stay vaguely coherent up until now, just exploded in pure pleasure as drool poured out of the useless Dragoon's lips while she started to babble. "Y-YESH! C-CUT THEM OFF! M-MAKE ME A GOOD USELESS DRAPH, N-NOT LIKE THAT PIDDLY CUMSTAIN! SHE WASN'T A GOOD SLUT, SHE COULDN'T DO WHAT I COULD DO!"

The Draph ignored her cries as he kept sawing away at her horns. All while she kept screaming. "I-I'M THE BEST SLUTTY DRAPH! I KNOW MY PLACE! NOBODY'S BEEN BETTER THAN ME! IF A DRAGON WANTED TO MATE WITH ME AFTER KNOWING WHAT A SLUT I WAS, I WOULD HAPPILY ACCEPT! I'M NOTHING MORE THAN A WALKING TALKING ONAHOLE! THAT'S MY PURPOSE! WHAT I WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BHHHEEEEEEEEE!" The screaming eventually devolved into orgasmic cry after orgasmic cry, especially as the horns barely held on by a tiny inch.

All it took to loosen both from her head permanently was a simple strike with the cursed blade, letting them collapse onto the ground. She followed suit, the idiotic Forte giggling and laughing as she lost complete control of herself. She was nothing but an onahole at this point. The sheer strength of her climax had ruined any ability to think...

And so, she'd be carried out to the trash as well. Not only did the picture of Narmaya and her form as watery cum get tossed away, so did the girl and the sword, with the sword now sheathed in her ass.

But she wasn't alone. Many others were in the same trashbin as she was. Not that she recognized them. She knew they were draphs, and their pictures were all hung up by the trashbin. All with a massive X painted across them. To show that they were considered completely dead. Free holes for anybody to enjoy...

This was what she had asked to be. Trashed. While her horns were the only thing that would bring the Dead End Spa great value. Otherwise, she was free use. Because she was little more than a slut in the eyes of those that knew how the world worked.

Just like every other useless Draph.