The hit landed true, the crackle of dissipating plasma filling the air as the mare collapsed to the ground in a spasming heap of quivering convulsions without even a yelp of distress. The raider who had shot her watching her fidgeting dance play out through his scope, well he maintained a safe distance just in case the unicorn had any friends. He was in no rush, he knew she was dead; the shot had hit her centre mass, these motions were just the confused twitches of a body as it realized it was dead, and soon the nerves would still as the brainless flesh expired.

The mare was still tensing when he approached, the smell of cooking bacon wafting from the eliminated intruder as he saw the damage the single bolt of plasma had done. The mare just shy of the shoulders had been completely liquidated explaining the headless chicken routine of her death throttle played out as the brain’s signals had been replaced by the molten energy flaying her body’s broken wiring. The cadaver giving a few more flicks before coming to a gentle trembling stop as the plasma stopped eating through the soft tissue leaving the rear half of a mare mooning him from the desiccated ground.

Up close he saw the pony had been a bit more petite then his normal fare, though from the bucking she seemed to have been a spunky slut with a good survival instinct. It made the stallion ponder if he should have enslaved her instead of eviscerating the grey flank laid out before him as she might have made an interesting sex slave. These musings soon cast aside though when he saw her shoddy pistol sitting among the glowing green goo that had moments ago been her upper body. The weapon reminding the stallion that there were plenty more mares out there, so why risk it, a slight squeeze of the trigger to permanently remove a problem was way more appealing than a week or two slowly dying of sepsis when some whore gut shots you with a pathetic pipe pistol.

The raider looking down at his downed quarry, a smile on his face as he saw the mare relax as the embrace of death took her. The hot sun already causing her muscles to contract so that her short tail saluted him giving a good view of the grey glutes that seemed to have been made of squeezing. The mare’s undercarriage matching the rear, as her breasts were like perfect water balloons that the stallion wasted no time giving an exploratory squeeze as the need for consent had long since checked out on this savage plain. A slight spurt of white rain hitting the ground as the still-warm mare leaked lactate, seeding the barren soil with her butterfat bounty, as the stallion kneaded the dough with his frog adding a little more to the puddle had formed between the thick thighs.

The stallion could have spent an eternity there, playing with the butchered female form, but a crackle on his walkie talkie distracted him as his boss wanted a report as they had no doubt heard the gunshot. The raider smirking as he looked at the partially melted gas mask that had covered this cunt's no doubt pretty face before he slapped the buttocks to tease the still supple flesh, the silky fur like peach fuzz to his hoof before with a sinister chuckle he reported to his higher up.


“It looks like meat is back on the menu…….”

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In this collab, I did another experimental pre-cooking vore piece, this time from the perspective of a raider stallion who had just shot a certain vault dweller from the safety of the far side of a scope.

Another of the little projects between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

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