She had jumped, he had swung, and like that, a single mistake decided the duel Thiccus had trained her entire life for. The equine so eager to bring balance to the force that she instantly sprang forward to engage the evil entity confident the force would carry her to victory against her ominous opponent. This was a foolish folly and without a centred semblance of strategy, the depraved darksider simply gave a brisk flourish of his scarlet sabre, and a single strike silenced the cocky combatant. The fight over before it even really began, as a single slicing swoosh parted the pony at the speed of light.

The burning blade smoothly searing through Thiccus’s buttery body, cleanly cleaving her asunder with a cauterizing crackle, as the grievous wound was neatly sealed with a harsh hiss of boiling blood. The smell of crisp bacon and burning hair filling the air with a soft sizzle, as a soft steam rose off Thiccus’s convulsing cadaver in pirouetting rivulets. The look of stunned shock still on her face as the plump pony flopped to the floor in two twitching portions, as Thiccus’s buxom body struck the plastisteel with a pulpy thud. The mangled halves quivering in a squirming shudder, as any grace and elegance were replaced by a confused convulsion within the divided diplomat. The Sith leering over her in silence, a sadistic smile spreading over his face as he basked in the easy win brought about by his foe’s foolish attempt at an attack.

His shadow falling over Thiccus’s bisected body like a mocking reaper, as the coldness of death extinguished the eviscerated equine’s existence. Her fleeting fumbles fading and after a few spasming seconds the mare went still, and reluctantly relaxed as her devastated frame gave up the ghost. A sadistic smirk slowly spreading over the Sith’s face, as he took in the fractured form of the most recent fool to get in his way. The euphoria of such an easy triumph as the pathetic pony’s performance left much to be desired, though at this point it was far too late for the keeled over knight to learn from her mistakes.

Perhaps if he were younger, he might have gloated as she died, but his strike had been precise, and Thiccus had died before her curvy cadaver had even hit the ground. That little frantic flurry had just been her body catching up to her own mortality, as she gave one last dirty gargle before becoming one with the force. Any wicked words wasted at that point, as the mutilated mare would be too far gone to even be able to comprehend the malice, as her system shut down in an unrecoverable stall. The panicked palpitations of her heart soon snuffed out with a couple of weak wubs, leaving the Sith to breathe in the smell of smouldering silk, as the Jedi's rag-like robs gently ignited like incense.

A tear trickled down Thiccus’s cooling cheek as she gave her last sucking breath, unable to correctly comprehend the calamity that had befallen her in the short time it took her to expire. Her body buckling with a final quiver and then the light faded from her eyes as every cell in her split form slacked off simultaneously. All her preparation wasted, as now Thiccus was just chopped meat with her organs on full display. The clean-cut exposing a gory scene, as the punished piping protruded like Swiss cheese where her body cavity’s transacted the bloodless incision. The bottom of her stomach, part of her lung, a cross-section of her colon and ripped open womb, as though the mare was some still warm teaching aid. Glimmers of her inner workings clearly visible, as her biology billowed out of her in an inflamed window to her agape anatomy.

Such morbid sights not much interesting her slayer, as he was instead more interested in the attractive assets of the chubby cadaver he had created. The paunchy pony rather easy on the eyes, though the ogling onlooker was more curious how such a build could possibly help in the mania of melee combat. Perhaps it granted her more midichlorians, or some sort of better stance for channelling the force through her fertile form utilizing the bountiful blubber. He didn’t know, but the sexy shapes were enough to prompt one thought as he looked down on his vanquished enemy.

“Damn, Jedi are getting thicker, aren’t they?”

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O' no, Thiccus tried again, unfortunately she didn't have the high ground and ended up spilling her guts under the blow of a superior foe...

A second star wars themed snuff collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

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