Once upon a time, there had been two races of reptilians who lived side by side.  The Ailuun with their feathered grace, and the Filshun with bare-scaled brawn.  For many years these two had been amicable, but slowly the Ailuun began to forge a new society, where they considered themselves the next step of evolution.
No one knew when the Kingdom of Ailuun became established, except for the oldest of Filshuun who knew the "truth" of the world.  Most Ailuun knew this truth too.  They just simply didn't care.  Whatever change had occurred, whatever council had begun the most successful campaign in history to subjugate the Filshun, this world's history started at the Great Cleansing.
Nothing occurred before 200 years, with whatever achievements the Filshun had made soon appropriated by their superiors.  And the worst of it was, some Filshun had willingly agreed to this, conditioned through years of servitude, their lives only existing to please their masters.  One such Filshun was Darni, responsible for her five siblings.
She had known her place since birth thanks to her mother, who last week had been executed with her father-uncle.  It was a beautiful thing to witness, at least according to her and the millions of Ailuun who had tuned in to watch, and now she wanted to share that same joy of extinction with the rest of her family.
It was this centuries-bred indoctrination, that led her to the ETR Station.  With one phone call using the last of her money, she and her siblings were whisked away in a van and put in a cage.  The rumbling shudder of the darkness excited half of the children, with the other half more confused and fearful.
	"Wh-whurr we goin'?" asked one of the littlest.
	"To meet mommy and daddy," said Darni petting her, "they went to see some very special Ailuun, and now we get to see them again!"
	"But, they died," said a middle child, "d-duzzat mean we die too?"
	"You damn right," said an older sister, "we're gonna get snuffed like mom always wanted, 'member when she told us all the times she hoped we'd get run over, o-or chew on a cable?!"
	"I like ropes."  A young boy smile with drifting eyes.  "Ropes feel nice...can't find good ones to hold me."
	"You'll find them here," Darni grinned, bouncing on her tail, "I'm so excited, I can't wait to die it looks so amazing!"
	"A-ah dun wan' die," whimpered a toddler, "dat soun' bad."
	"It's not, don't worry!  We're making the world better by being extinct, you saw it on TV!"
	"Mmmmm...otays."
The van soon stopped, and the door opened up to reveal six featherless green raptors, with black stripes down her backs and warm-pear bellies.  All of them were naked, sodden with dirt, as two enormous deinonychuses pulled their cage out of the van.
It was the first time the children had seen anything clean, as they were wheeled in to the back of the ETR Station.  Through glistening steel halls with office doors and stock paintings, they were soon met by feathered saurians in sharp suits and immaculate skirts.  A rainbow of expressions greeted them from sheer hatred, to fawning joy at their imminent fate.
	"Ohhhh, it's so beautiful!" gasped one of the girls.  "Feels like a big metal coffin!"
	"Whussa coffin?" asked one of two infants.
	"It's like, a big box they bury you in when you die."
	"Wait, but," the oldest brother scritched his head, "mom an' dad didn't get put in a box."
	"They don't deserve it, none of us do!"
	"EXACTLY!"
A dineobellator stepped up to them, her brown suit matching her smooth feathered body as a pair of spectacles sat on her black beak.
	"Helloooo dears, I'm Diane, and I'll be your court-appointed executioner-slash-media agent."
	"Hi miss!" the eldest sister waved.  "I'm Darni, I-i was the one who called you!"
	"Oh that was youuuu was it?" Diane bent down.  "Oh that was very good of you dear, your mother would be so proud."
	"Mmhmm, we watched her get snuffed, it was amaaaazing!"
	"Well I hope you're ready to join her!"
The cage was rolled into a side room with two couches and a desk, where the agent sat and brought out a sheaf of papers.  A large TV was also available, upon which that familiar jingle sang that everyone knew in the kingdom.
The children watched a gorgeous stage reveal itself on screen, where luscious crimson drapes flowed around caricatures of their own kind being gouged, severed in half, or completely torn apart.  Standing at the centre was a slender troodon, his sparkling blue suit accenting his emerald feathers.
	"WWWWWELCOME EVERYONE AND ALL TO THE MOST POPULAR GAME IN ALL GOOD NESTS, LIVE FROM ASTERIUS, IT'S TIME TO!"
	"POP, YOU, LESS!"
	"YES, welcome back everyone!  Last time you remember that we had a wonderful pair of degenerate filth, two self-correctors who gladly died to make Ailuun a little purer!  For those of you who missed it, here it is again!"
The broadcast repeated a display of the previous show, where Darni's mother and father had killed themselves before millions.  Kara had been put in a flensing machine, a monstrously beautiful device that ripped her skin open to reveal a bloody mess of sinew.  Her organs trembled beneath the muscular wrap, and a scarlet puddle dripped beneath her as she cried with joy for her kind to kill themselves.
The father had been less willing, but nonetheless accepted his duty as Nogard had his throat slit.  He died like a coward, not even given the grace of the camera's focus when the last thing his children saw was his coughing fit, as he collapsed off-screen to the audience's laughter.
	"That's what I call a clean shave, huh?" the compere chuckled.  "But anyways, we have a SPECIAL surprise relating to these two coming up at the end of the show, so you won't want to miss this!  Now folks, what do we say about our least-favourite vermin?"
	"CULL THE HERD!  FEATHERS PURE!"
	"EXACTLY!"  He leaned into the camera.  "You know they don't rehearse, right?  This audience, wow, love them, every single one of you are doing Ailuun good by being here!  But one of you...one lucky contestant will make this place purer, better even!  That's right, SIR, Frederick Ingleson, COME ON DOOOOWN!"
A roaring delight came from the crowd as one boxy-headed caudipteryx came rushing down in a purple waistcoat over his blue rich feathers..  His long sapphire tail twitched behind him, a trembling in his breast as he did a little dance on the stage.
	"Welcome, welcome to the show!" the host shook his hand.  "Now Frederick, Fred, can I call you Fred?"
	"Freddy, please!" said he.
	"Would you mind telling the audience what you do for a living?"
	"Well, I'm a historian, I work for Historical Ailuun Revisionist Research-"
	"Harr harr harr, must be a fun place to work!"
The audience giggled as Frederick rolled his hand, nodding in the way that someone who heard the same joke 60 times would do.
	"And I'm currently stationed on the Ekannan Isles, with some of the most beautiful cavern libraries we have in the kingdom!"
	"Wonderful!"  the troodon patted his back.  "But I've heard there's been some trouble down there, about unhealthy records being displayed?"
	"OH, y-yes," Ingleson cleared his throat, "well, lately we found some conflicting documents of pre-kingdom establishment.  Even worse, they're written by Filshun."
The audience sucked in its teeth with a terrible hiss, a grumbling sound that swept the entire nation.
	"It's terrible I know," continued the caudipteryx, "we haven't bothered to cross-reference them obviously, they have no historical value despite having the same aged qualities of our ancestry-"
	"Well we can't have that!" the host spread his hand.  "Filshun being able to read is bad enough but WRITING whole novels?!"
	"Exactly!  But, sadly the litigation is still going through, the island authorities, wonderful people, very kind, there's just an awful lot of paperwork to go through before we can liquefy them."
	"Mmmm, bureacracy can be a chore.  If only we had some way of getting all those worthless texts, that filthy Filshun literature way out here and disposing of it properly."
His smile beamed to the audience, as the back curtains spread to reveal six unfeathered raptors, bound and gagged to several stakes.  A smattering of chuckles rippled through the watchers, as they saw the dozens of books laid strewn at the base of each Filshun.  The camera focused on the volumes to then blur out the titles, further emphasising their forbidden lore.
	"I have some good news for you," the host patted Freddy, "we got in contact with the Ekannan authorities and, for all your hard work, we arranged something special if you just turn around."
	"Really, what it-...OH!" the historian clutched his mouth.  "O-OH MY GODS, IT'S, TH-THE FILTHY TEXTS!"
	"And we're going to erase them here, with your help of course, I mean it's your job after all!  Making sure history is for the Ailuun, and that future generations will be taught that!"
	"Ahhh, oh, o-oh my goodness this is wonderful!  I've always dreamed of a world without Filshun, that's why I joined the HARR.  To think one day, our children will never hear the word 'Filshun' ever again, that they'll never have to suffer the sight of those filthy featherless scum smogging our streets, or pillaging our food!"
	"Yes, exactly, spoken like a true citizen!"
The host rubbed his shoulders as the audience applauded his proclamation, walking him over to the Filshun at the stakes.
	"Now, we added a little twist to this game.  Each one of these vermin have swallowed a metal capsule.  One of those contains our Star Prize, but you're only allowed to burn THREE of them.  Pick their poison, Mr. Ingleson, let's see if the goddess smiles on you!"
	"Oh, OH!" Freddy bounced on his heels.  "Goodness I um, let's see, u-u-uh, oh this is better than Emperor's Day!"

From the waiting lounge, Darni watched with her siblings as Freddy picked 2, 4 and 5 of the Filshun to be burned.  Four of her own siblings were already getting excited, as little cocks grew stiff and camel-toed pussies started to drip, when a torch was given to the contestant to set the degenerates alight.
With a single thrust, hundreds of years of Filshun history went up in flames, burning the feet of their descendants who writhed and kicked in screaming panic.  Their muffled cries rang through the studio, their shrieks of pain exciting the crowd who were trying their hardest not to get erect.  Across the nation, husbands and wives cuddled up on sofas, whilst children and fraternity bros pumped their fists at the execution.
The Filshun screeched as the fires devoured them, along with their worthless history soon melting into ash.  Crackling scales peeled off their legs and soon roasted through their flesh, splitting the muscle into red ribbons that soon withered up in black.
	"Beautiful isn't it?" said Diane at her desk.  "All of your legacy, being scraped clean off the land until nothing is left of you."
	"Mmmhh yeah," gasped the teenage Darni, "do you think, we'll ever have a word that we no longer exist?"
	"Oh I'm very certain, one day we'll have nothing left of you, not even in history classes!  specially with subsaurian sweeties like you being so nice to self-correct."
	"Good!" squeaked the second-oldest sister.  "I hate history, it's boring!"
	"Hah, hahaha, it'll be much purer without you!" the agent presented some papers.  "Now, I need you to sign here, showing your consent to appear on the show as a self-corrector, and that you willingly embraced your death, can any of you write?"
	"Uhhh, I can!"
As they were handed their documents, their names were revealed as Darni, who was 15 and had red eyes; Gaven, her 14-year-old brother with buck-toothed fangs; Madrey, the 12-year old sister with one damaged eye; Eddvern, an 8-year old boy with a purple mark round his neck; Kikima, the youngest girl at 5 who had scratched-up arms; and lastly Bunder, the chubby toddler male just hitting 4 years old.
	"You're making a lot of folks happy," said Diane, taking the papers, "not often we have a whole family of self-correctors."
	"Whussa sef-kurreta?" asked Bunder.
	"They're the best of Filshun, sweetie, those who willingly come to us so we can execute vermin like you."
	"Buh...buh ah dun, whus eksekuu?"
	"She means they're gonna kill us," said the one-eyed Madrey, "don't worry, it's fine, mom and dad did it."
	"Oh, otays."
He did not have the look of a willing Filshun, but he was also too young to do anything about it.  That, and Darni had signed on his behalf with an X as they kept watching the show, their brethren writhing in agony amongst the burnt papers of their history.  The crackling smog consumed their bodies and blackened their skeletons, their organs popping one by one in juicy bursts from their stomachs.
Frederick was lucky to find his Star Prize in the stomach of no. 5, the howling screech of the degenerate making him throb in his pants before her gut exploded all over the flames.  A hard silver rectangle came tumbling out, which one of the feathered staff snatched up with fireproof gloves to hand over to the contestant.
	"WOW, incredible!" the host clapped with the audience.  "Congratulations Frederick, you've won the cash prize AND a choice of execution in the next round!"
	"AHHH, thank you!" the historian clutched his prize.  "It truly warms my heart to see those hideous blasphemies wiped from history!"
	"Now, just humour me for a moment.  If you could fly anywhere in the world, where would you go?"
	"Oh, oh gosh um...I-i would go to the Haumaskan Highlands, I've always wanted to see them, they say the eastern range once housed the Priory of Menewak!"
	"Hah, well they do say if you love your job, you never work a day in your life!"
The audience laughed and continued applauding as he skipped back to his seat, Frederick waving to the camera as his family were surely squealing with joy back home.  The remaining three Filshun still at their stakes did not suffer the slow burning, as they watched their fellow inferiors hiss with drooping skulls devoured in flame.
Instead they would receive an acid bath, as hazmat-suited Ailuun marched in with buckets to splash on the wretched fiends, a rasping shriek emptying their lungs before the chemicals ripped through their layers.  It was mercifully quick, but the single greatest agony of their lives, shrinking the skin to rip over their steaming bones, before melting the books at their feet into mulch.
All this was witnessed by the six children in the lounge, most of whom were rabid with excitement and almost struggling to get out the cage and be a part of it, before the guard nearby jabbed his truncheon through the bars to settle them down.
	"Alright now, dears, settle down," Diane motioned them close, "just need to put some cuffs on you, don't want you little vermin stealing things after all, I know your kind have evil hands."
	"Yes ma'am!" Darni offered hers first.  "Do we have to wear them when we die too?"
	"Oh you'll be tied up in different ways, don't worry."
The guard cuffed them and led them single file to the dressing room.  A gasp of excitement filled the place between vanity tables and luscious mirrors, where black-vested fashionistas eagerly awaited.  Two pamparaptors were ready with their brushes, one with baby-blue feathers, the other more fuchsia.
	"OH, what's this?!" gasped one of the artistes.  "Diaaaane, did we get runoffs from the correction camps again?"
	"Noooo no no," the secretary grinned, "these little runts are the children of those two self-correctors from last week."
	"Oh my fuck, really?!" his partner giggled.  "Di you can't tease me like this, you know I love baby rats killing themselves!"
	"Ahm no' a rah," the tiniest Bunder said.
	"Oh sweetie it's a metaphor," he pinched the toddler's cheek with a glove, "it means you deserve to die, gods what was your mother thinking letting you be born?  Anyways I'm Kevin, that's Keith, great to have you here."
	"Absolutely," said Keith, clutching his chest, "every day there's less of you filthy cunts is OH, joy."
	"Th-thank you, sir," Madrey bowed with her one eye, "sooo, what do you do here?"
	"Oh we gussy you up to look extra filthy, see some folks, bless them, might start to think you're too cute for killing."
	"But we can fix that," Kevin purred, pulling them to their seats, "now let's start with uhhh, the switchblade lover."
	"Whussa switchblade?" squeaked tiny Kikima with her scratched arms.
	"It's what I'd love to slit round your throat, you filthy little-mmmph!  Thank goodness you vermin don't count, I would rape you in a heartbeat."
	"Same!" Keith cackled.  "Maybe we'll get to, after the show."
	"Wh-whut about me?" Gaven raised his hand.  "Would you rape me too?"
	"Oh GODS yes, how old are you?"
	"F-fourteen?"
	"Mmmmph," the make-up artist stroked his back, "I bet you've been raped plenty times haven't you with that cute mouth?"
	"Y-yeah, it's how we make money, well, me and my older sisters."
	"That's so sweet of you!" gasped Diane, putting him in the chair.  "It's precious you think your lives are worth money.  Anyways, I'll leave you to it."
	"YES, okay!" Kevin clapped.  "Now, little scratched-up bitch is easy, we just add some more cuts to make you look more savage, nothing deep, don't want you to bleed out before we have our fun!"
	"Um, wh-whut's rape?" asked Kikima, fidgeting on the chair.  "Issat bad?"
	"Not when it's your kind getting it, now the little fat one, ugh you're an ugly little shit aren't you?"
	"Wha-huh?!" squeaked Bunder.  "Ahm no' fat."
	"This one we'll add some extra drool, slime him up, folks hate drooly babies."
	"Aaaaand you!" Keith grabbed Madrey with the single eye.  "I'm going to add some nasty fake-blood to that new fuckhole in your head."
	"Ooooh?" she gasped, getting her seat.  "Why not real blood?!"
	"It's harder to source, also it coagulates something nasty and looks all rusty under the lights, we want you to look freshly diseased...actually yes, DAVID, can I get some lesions here?!"
	"I like blood," Eddvern smiled, rubbing his purple neck, "feels nice on my skin."
	"Ohhh does it now?  Then you're going to love the end of this show, sweetie."
The children were dressed up, or dressed down rather, to look as disgusting as possible.  Bunder was covered in spots of drool, Kikima had new cuts added which made her wince and fidget until a guard threatened her to be quiet; Eddvern was given patchy sores; Madrey some fake pus round her damaged eye; whilst Gaven and Darni were only dirtied up.
	"Why aren't you giving me any weird stuff?" the eldest asked.
	"Cuz we want you to look rapeable," Keith patted her, "you're old enough to pass for an adult, it's something for the dads."
	"AND the moms too!" Kevin brushed filth on Gaven's cheeks.  "Not everyone's so comfortable dealing with the smaller runts but you two are, mmmph."
	"Remember that little rat we snuffed together?  Never had a cunt in my life 'til her."
	"Well you know what they say!  A Filshun a day, still makes you gay!"
	"No one says that you silly bitch!"
	"Well I do, I've raped plenty subsaurians and they don't count!"
	"Mmhmm, he's right!" Darni beamed, wiggling her toe claws.  "We never counted, I'm so happy to be here sirs, I'm really glad mom and dad killed themselves!"
	"Awwww."  Keith wiped an imaginary tear.  "Such a good family, self-correction is the best thing your kind ever done."
	"Do you think we'll really all be killed?" asked Madrey.  "Like, one day there'll be none of us left?"
	"Honey, that would be the DREAM, and degenerates like you make it so much easier."
	"Gods yes," Kevin fluttered, "you featherless bastards had it good for too long, and I'm so glad your  family realised that."

Back out on stage, Frederick "Freddy" Ingelson was enjoying the second gambit of the show.  A large board had seven balloons sticking out of it, that were painted like Filshun bellies.  But three of them were real, the wombs of gravid raptors, and if Frederick could hit at least two, he would earn an extra prize.
A mount had been given to make aiming with the rifle easier, as he crouched down and closed one eye to gauge what was ballon and what was bitch.  This was a perfect game for him, having spent many years scrutinising tomes to the smallest detail, that he knew almost certain the difference between a vermin's skin and a balloon.
The audience was silent for the first time, holding their breath as Freddy licked his lips and squinted down the scope.  Top left, a twitching pulse, a latent fear.  Filshun always gave themselves away, as he pulled the trigger to hear a muted scream.  The balloon did not pop, as red flowed down the board, and were it not for the crowd erupting in joy, one could faintly have heard a trembling sob.
	"That's ONE degenerate down!" the troodon host dusted his blue suit.  "First shot even, incredible!  Now, silence please, let's see if he can hit the second."
Ingleson took a deep breath and focused along the rows, the first target gushing with crimson as its movements began to fade.  He smiled when he saw yellow in the blood, the yolk of a vermin's egg cracked through, never to hatch again.  Something twitched on the bottom right.  It was a trap, it moved too much, as he checked the balloon beside it.  The same pulsing vein, as he took aim and fired.
The crowd went wild at another spill of blood, another abortion as their cheers silenced the shrieks of a mother.  The compere pulled Frederick onto his feet and shook hands with him vigorous.
	"EXCELLENT, simply EGGscellent, one might say!"
	"Hahah, that's a pretty bad yolk sir!" said the contestant as the audience laughed.
	"I'll tell you what's a bad yolk, those filth behind the board you just took care of, give Ingleson a round of applause doing this country a service, when he has JUST WON, a trip to the Haumaskan Highlands!"
Frederick cried with pure elation, clasping his snout in reverie as he couldn't stop himself hugging the host.  A raucous applause washed over them, the caudipteryx historian bouncing on his toes and babbling something the mic couldn't hear.  The targets were pulled away by staff, the mothers left to die hanging off the back of the board, with the last gravid Filshun trembling for her fate off-camera.
	"Thank you so much for playing!" the troodon gripped Fred's shoulder.  "Now don't touch that dial cuz we got a SPECIAL round two!  Keep those feathers pure, and we'll be right back after these messages!"
As they cut to commercial, the host took a deep breath as the crew turned off their mics.  The audience were given refreshments as Fred was taken back to his seat.
	"I really must ask, sir, how did you manage to get those heretic volumes?!"
	"That's a trade secret," the compere smiled, "ETN's got a lot of fans in a lot of places, who wouldn't want to support the erasure of Filshun?"
	"Oh, of course, I'm just astonished that you got it so quickly!"
	"That's the magic of television, haha.  Have a good vacation, you earned it sir."
With the contestant back in the crowd, the troodon walked over to the feathered camera crew to sit down.  One of them, a black, burly deinonychus in a pocket-laden vest, showed pictures Diane had sent him of the six awaiting.
	"Which one you want?" he asked.
	"Mmmmph fuck it's like being in a candy store," the host chuckled, "that bitch with the one eye looks good, haven't skullfucked in a while."
	"Ooooh yeah, you wanna share?"
	"I thought you liked asses."
	"Yeah but a cunt's a cunt, right?" the technician gave a filthy laugh.  "Carl can have the toddler-"
	"Eh-eh, we don't say toddler, we say ratling.  Remember, Filshun don't deserve our words."
	"Yeaaah yeah, I remember the seminar."

Back in the make-up room, the children were watching the commercials that praised Ailuunian constructs.  Companies specialising in engineering demonstrated their skill in paving over Filshun lands, eradicating the homes of the "feral" populace who had not yet been made subservient.
Other companies included gunsmiths with the latest shotguns, capable of splitting a Filshun into dozens of shards; clothing stores that showed off the new wallets from featherless freaks; and of course the High Council's measures, a constant rolling adage with a warm kindly voice.  Not Cruelty, But Necessity.
	"Alright, are we ready dears?" Diane stood beside the six children.  "Now, some rules we need to go over.  Firstly, answer only when asked.  Second, no swearing in front of the camera, no sexual references so don't mention rape, please.  Third, never use your names, we don't want to remember you.  And lastly, always address others as Sir, Ma'am, or Master."
	"Um, ma'am?" Madrey raised her hand with a glinting single eye.  "Whut if I dunno their gender?"
	"Awww, so progressive!  Then you should say Master, now any other questions?"
	"Can we...um," the purple-necked Eddvern lifted his hand, "can we choose how to die?"
	"Absolutely, hun!" Keith slipped on another sore.  "We love little snuffbitches who know exactly what they want."
	"And the ones who don't?" Gaven thumbed to the two youngest.
	"Oh they'll die either way, but you can't choose for others, leave some for the rest of us."
	"Your mother was like that too," Diane grinned, "did you see her die?"
	"I did!" Darni clapped her hands.  "Oh it was amazing, she had her skin ripped off and, and, she even forgot there was six of us, not five!"
	"Well who's counting?  Except us, counting down how many of you defects are left."
She motioned them to follow her to the stage, waiting in the wings as the commercials kept running.
	"Do you know what happened after the show?" the secretary leaned in.  "After we killed your parents?"
	"What?" Gaven licked his buck-teeth.  "Whatcha do with them?"
	"We raped them.  Everyone of us in the studio, me, the host, the camera crew.  I grabbed your mother's snout and shoved it in my cunt, felt her last breaths twitching in my walls.  She was a worthless fucking whore, and I only wish she killed your family sooner."
	"Th-tha...thank you," Darni blushed, nearly fingering herself, "a-are you...are you gonna rape us too?"
	"Ohhh absolutely dear.  All of us will, when the show's over."
The dineobellator winked with a cheeky smile, as the music started up once more and the host returned to the stage.
	"Wwwwelcome back to Populess!  Now, those of you who aren't Filshun-brained will remember at the start of the show, we showed off two genetic wastrels whom last week got exterminated, by their own will!  Well...folks, have we got incredible news for you.  Just after that show ended, we got a special call, from their own children, and they begged, PLEADED, to come on the show."
	"AWWWWW."
	"I know, it's...precious, isn't it?" the troodon swelled his chest.  "Every day we continue our mission, as all good Ailuunians should, to hunt down and erase the scourge of our society, our prosperous land that we uplift ever closer to the stars.  But every day the Filshun weigh us down as evolutionary defects, and truly the greatest thing they can ever do with their lives, is put themselves on the guillotine.  So please, welcome our newest self-correctors!"
Applause rang through the feathered crowd as the six children waddled out, their wretched make-up and dripping fake-pus making them repugnant to the world.  Dozens of grimaces met them from the crowd, who did their best not to boo out of respect for television.
	"Now, I see we have a whole bunch of you, did you watch last week's show?"
	"Yes sir!" Darni nodded.  "We watched our mom and dad get exterminated, it was awesome, I-i was the one who called!"
	"You hear that, folks!?  Just like her mother said, a real chip off the old dirt mound this one!"
	"We wanna die too!" Gaven waved to the crowd.  "Hiiii, hope you watching!"
	"It's gonna be the best death EVER!" Madrey rocked on her heels.
	"U-uhh, UHH, ah dun wanna die!" Bunder whimpered at their feet.
	"I dun wanna die too," whispered Kikima,  rubbing her arms.
	"Now, little vermin," the troodon bent down in his glistening sapphire suit, "do any of you have any special last requests?"
	"Um," Eddvern stepped up, "I-i, um...I wanna be hung.  Can you hang me, please?"
The crowd fawned over his request, the host nodding kindly as he motioned the staff to set things up behind the curtain.
	"Now what about you little ratlings, anything you have in mind?"
	"Mmmm, yeah!" Madrey winked with her one eye.  "But I can't say it on TV, sir."
A shocked laughter rippled through the audience, the host pulling his collar as he felt a thickening in his pants.
	"Can we let the audience decide?!" Darni raised her hand.  "I wanna die as good as my mom did!"
	"Hmmmm!" the troodon grinned.  "That's the second good idea a Filshun's ever had!"
	"What was the first?"
	"Choosing to kill yourselves."
A rimshot played off-screen, causing the viewers to cackle and the compere feeling proud of his little ad-lib.
	"Alright, audience we'll have a vote.  Under your chairs, you'll have a special device hooked to our screen.  Each one has a set of seven choices for you to pick, and whatever wins the top three, we kill two with each method!  Audience, vote now!"
This had happened before, when a Filshun was unwilling or indecisive about their fate.  The voting machines were turned on as the Ailuunians chose their fate, a jumboscreen above the stage showing a wildly-differing poll between Slaughter, Gassing, Drowning, Burning, Decapitation, Hanging, and Firing Squad.
The children watched with fervent anticipation, the youngest two trembling beside their elders as they buried their faces into their legs.  Twenty seconds of deliberation passed, before the top three results locked in.
	"Aaaaand we have our winners!  Two for the slaughter, two for hanging, and two to the gas chamber!"
	"HANG ME, H-HANG ME PLEASE!" cried Eddvern.
	"You're a lucky little vermin aren't you?  Alright, it's time, to POP, YOU, LESS!"
The stage rotated behind them to reveal three different stages of death.  On the left was a set of gallows, on the right was a steel prison with a plexiglass window, and in the centre was a beautiful set of blades in a case.  All three devices were presented by handsome beipiaosauruses with long-snouted grins, whose fuzzy bodies wrapped in waistcoats presented the tools of death, as a chummy jingle rang with an announcer.
	"Today's executions are brought to you by Hemming Cords, providing the finest of hemp ropes from the Bermani Sea, guaranteed to stay strong even after sixteen-thousand lynchings!  Also provided are selections from the Jinnka Blade Company, with certifiable Grade-S sharpness, and recommended by twelve of the best restaurants in the capital for the easiest skinning of Filshun!
	"Too tired to cleanse the land?  Then why not kick back to the Bamzun-Eight, an all-new gas range for that smooth, clean genocide in your downtime!  Just pop a Filshun or five, and watch them breathe their last, no more of that stolen oxygen from OUR pure world!"
The showraptors lounged across the knives and pretended to lick them, caressed the noose with loving care, and mimicked a gasping choke beside the gas chamber before laying flat with an "oh well" expression.  The children were divvied up between them, with Darni and Eddvern walking up to the gallows, Madrey and Kiki standing by the blades, whilst Gavern and Bunder entered the chamber.
	"Now," the host struggled to contain his glee, "since hanging was our highest-voted, our two lucky ratlings will be dancing the prison samba first.  Degenerates, any last words for our viewers?"
	"Tha...thank you," Eddvern smiled as the rope slipped round him, "I...I'm so happy that...I can feel it again."
	"Me too," Darni grinned, joining her brother, "Thank you for hanging me like my mom was, I-i wish she killed herself when she had me.  I...I hope other dirty Filshun come and die too, we're filthy worthless rats and, and, the only thing we deserve is, i-i-is GENOCIDE!"
	"Ohohohohhh big words for a little varmint," the compere chuckled.
	"Well, your announcer guy said it."
	"You can LEARN words?!" he gasped with a laugh from the audience.  "Well we can't have that now, can we?!  Next thing you know you'd be asking for a job!"
	"MM-MMM, no way sir, I never worked in my life!"
	"Good for you!  Now!"  The troodon stepped back.  "Are we ready, dear audience, you join at home as well!  What do we say to our least-favourite vermin?!"
	"CULL THE HERD!  FEATHERS PURE!  CULL THE HERD!  FEATHERS PURE!"
Four of the children joined in their chant, with Bunder and Kikima pulling back in a growing fear.  None of this made sense, this strange and terrible world of clean floors and bright fake smiles.  And their own family so joyful, so eager to die with more happiness than they ever showed in their lives.
The beipiaosaurus by the gallows pulled the lever, dropping the floor beneath Eddvern and Darni who choked with a shrieking cough.  The 8-year old hissed with a shuddering jerk, moaning as he bucked his hips and swung his tail violently.  Darni was even less resistant, having her body drop straight and trying so hard not to finger herself.  No sex on TV after all.
The microphones picked up their choking screams, exciting the viewers at home who cheered for their deaths, parents hugging tight and brothers high-fiving each other at the live extinction.  Eddvern's throat became a beautiful black, like the stripes down his back, as muscles tightened so hard in his neck that one could almost see the pulsing vein.
Darni's eyes rolled up like her brother's, a gurgling hiccup as her tongue swelled from her snout.  Bloodshot ripples surrounded her pupils, her fingers clenching as she felt the end at last.  That burning darkness her mother had seen, that embrace of oblivion when her kind would not matter.  Her tail began to twitch less, her tongue growing purple, and soon her toes were the last thing to keep moving.
Any signs of arousal were pixellated by the cameras, their bodies helpless to the whims of death-lust as Eddvern throbbed with a stiffening glee.  Through his experience with previous attempts, he lasted longer than most his age, as he watched his sister hang beside him.  The sight and sound of her rasping sigh made him pulse with a dry orgasm.  Their hands weren't even tied, kept obediently to their sides, before the brother slumped fully.
But Darni would outlast him, being stronger and more experienced as she held on long as she could.  Her fingers clenched in desperation, her neck throbbing with anguish as the rope squeezed on her larynx.  Every second made her voice a little quieter, more raspy with a trembling glee.
	"Wonderful!" the host clapped with the audience.  "That's prime Hemming Cord material there, still sturdy enough to hang-dle the next horde of filth!"
The crowd politely laughed at this joke, with the troodon reminding himself to dump it from the next show.
	"S-...s-sis?" gasped Kikima.  "Wh-whuh, whuh happen?"
	"She's dead," Madrey whispered, rubbing her back, "she's totally dead, Eddy too, oh this is sick!"
	"I-i wanna go home!  I dun like it here."
	"We're gonna see mom an' dad, dontcha wanna meet them?!"
	"I wanna go HOME!"
	"Now our second most-popular choice," the host waltzed over to them, "a good old-fashioned slaughter, and a perfect chance to demonstrate our new Jinnka Blades!"
The showraptor pulled out one of the knives, walking over to Madrey and sliding the blade across her belly.  The girl shivered with excitement at the cold steel caressing her skin, teasing with the back of the knife and pretending to slice over the green flesh.  The beipiaosaurus breathed in her ear, whispering something horrendous the mic wouldn't pick up, her one-eyed face blushing hot.
But the knife-wielder instead gripped the younger child, an arm wrapped round her throat before the blade shanked her stomach.  A howling screech caused a ringing a feedback, the host cringing at her sobbing shriek when the knife twisted in Kikima's gut.  She tried to push her attacker away, but the blood was running too thick, a tearful cry stuttering through her voice.
The superior stabbed her again, ripping her belly open to let her guts spill out in front of her family.  The audience kept chanting, laughing, cheering at another subsaurian to be wiped from the earth.  Once she was released, she fell on her knees and clutched her stomach, but her intestines were too slippery to hold on to.
	"M-MUH, MOMMY, MOMMYYYYY!"
	"Look at that folks!" the troodon smiled.  "Not the slightest bit of resistance, that blade just CUT through like butter!"
	"I-IT, IT HUUUURT, MOMMYYYYYYyyyyy!"
Madrey watched with glee at her sister's death, blood coughing up from her mouth as she frantically pulled her guts back inside.  But her hands were too small, and the bile too viscous to grip with her trembling fingers, before she fell into a state of shock.  Amongst the audience's elation, Kikima curled up into a foetal state, shuddering breaths forming small ripples in the puddle of blood.
Her sister however was bouncing on her toes, beckoning the showraptor to do her next.  She offered her arms for slicing, to mimic the look of her dying sibling, as the knife-wielder grabbed her wrists and slit them through.  A gasping shriek rent the air as she stumbled against the stage, panting in agony at the crimson streams flooding from her limbs.
She clutched herself by instinct and only further bloodied herself up.  She staggered like a mourning bride, a blissful sob ululating from her lungs before she grabbed at the knife-wielder's leg.  He stroked her head with a gloved hand, before plunging the dagger in her sternum to rip upwards through her ribs.
The sharpness cracked them open, as bony white split from her opening chest, like curtains of flesh rippling with each breath.  But he didn't go deep enough to cleave her heart, letting her savour the last moments of her worthless life, before she slumped fully against the counter.
Whilst the two girls bled out together, the troodon walked over to the last children.  The windowed gas chamber was primed and ready, as the showraptor waited at the controls with a sweep of his hand.
	"Now, you little runts," the compere tapped on the glass, "ready to join your family?"
	"Yeah!" Gaven gave a thumbs up.  "gas us up, mister!"
	"Ah dun like it!" squeaked Bunder, hugging his brother.  "It smell funny!"
	"Hold your breath then, jeez, you'll die sooner."
	"Now this DOES come with a mute function," the compere tapped the glass, "but why would you want to lose out on this experience?  This pretty little thing is packed with primo gederine, a specially-crafted chemical to give the most exact of suffering."
He pressed the button as a green sickly fog covered the inside, and thickened around the children's bodies.  Gaven took a deep breath and pressed himself against the glass, showing off his lungs as best he could, whilst little Bunder waddled in a flailing panic.  He did not last long, when his eyes started bulging and he clutched his throat, making the cutest little coughs.
	"Khh, k-khh, br-...b-brudda...big brudda, m-muh froat feel funny."
	"Yeah, breathe it in," the elder gripped his sibling, "deep breaths...let them see you die."
	"U-uhhh..uh, m-moh...mommy?"
Bunder's coughs became worse, as blood spat from his teeth with Gaven soon joining him, struggling to inhale as much of the killer gas as he could.  He wanted them to see his lungs dissolve, as layers peeled off the inside of his alveoli.  He coughed like a 60-year old smoker, a retching hack as bits of his degrading lung hocked up against the glass.
Blood poured from their eyes and ears as the air fully ran out.  They watched the audience applaud their genocide, as Gaven smiled with a little thumbs up.  Bunder was too weak to cry, collapsing with a feeble gasp as his chubby limbs twitched, and a puddle of drool thickened from his lips.
The last child struggled to hold on for his masters' pleasure, forcing himself to heave lungfuls before he dry-vomited, crumpling to his knees with a harrowed shriek.  They watched his chest deflate so thin, that his lungs shrunk to the size of withered prunes, before he slumped against the window.
They watched his eyes fill up with scarlet, his nostrils streaming with blood to leave smears on the glass.  His smile was caught on camera, a wondrous acceptance of his degenerate place.  Once he stopped breathing, the show jingle played in celebration, another smattering of applause filling the room.
	"Folks, you truly love to see it.  That's one ENTIRE family of vermin gone completely, another bloodline severed to make our world even purer.  But unfortunately, that's all the time we have for today!"
	"AWWWWW."
	"I knooow, I know.  Just never enough time in the day to cleanse all the filth, but we can only hope more self-correctors come to help!  So with that, it's goodbye from me, and good riddance to the Filshun so see you next time, on POP, YOU, LESS!"
The credits rolled on screen as the camera panned over the bodies, their eyes swollen and their blood running freely across the stage.  The audience kept clapping as the show's theme played on, with the host waving the viewers farewell.  The camera especially focused on Madrey and Darni, whose gasping breaths continued before the shock consumed them.  The eldest daughter succumbed at last, her last breath escaping, as her body became fully still.
Her brain was still active, however, hearing the show end after the production company's name ran over the screens.  A flickering smile drew over her lips, before the lights were turned off, the crowd were escorted to leave, and the cameras stopped filming.
	"Ahhh, alright everyone!" the troodon cracked his knuckles.  "Get the after-darks on and pick a whore to use."
	"Yes sir!" the deinonychus at the camera moved to a console.  "The whores last week were a big hit on the web."
	"Let's see if we can't hit double numbers tonight.  DIANE?!"
	"Yes, sir!"

Skipping out came the secretary, but this time she had dressed down into a silky black dress.  Her spectacles glimmered over her dark beak, as a new camera focused on her, and a darker sultry light flicked on to give the stage a burlesque feel.
	"Oh, hello there dears.  Welcome to Triple R.  Have your children gone off to bed?  Good, they had their fun, now it's your turn to Relax, and Rape, and Rectify.  Get your partner close, or yourself if you like, and just sit back to enjoy some good old-fashioned cleansing."
She walked over to the two hanging kids, the ropes lowered down to let them be on the floor, as Kevin and Keith also came out to join her.  The black-vested feather-raptors went straight for Darni, whilst the beipiaosaurus who worked the gallows took Eddvern.
	"Which hole you want, babe?" asked Keith.
	"I'm thinking cunt today," Kevin grinned, "you wanna share?"
	"Mmmm nah, I'll take her ass."
	"I'll be wanting her snout," Diane stroked the listless face, "just like her mother...died like a good fucking rapebitch."
They placed Darni on the floor with Kevin underneath her, sliding his cock from a feathery slit into her teenage pussy.  He almost imagined hearing a gasp escape her, pressing her body close to his whilst his partner took her from behind.  His plump shaft drilled into her ass, stretching her unresisting muscles as the males raped her dying body.
Diane grabbed the bitch's snout and shoved it against her cunt, tribbing herself on the Filshun's lips as she wedged it into her snatch.  Shuddering moans came from all three, as they felt the last ebbs of Darni's life pulse against their bodies.  The pamparaptor duo felt her tightening twitches sucking them deeper, whilst the dineobellator hissed in glee at feeling the last breaths get punched from Darni's lungs and into her depths.
	"Ohhhhh f-f-fuck yes...hohhh you fucking whore, your mother would be so proud.  I'm so glad we raped your family, dear."
	"Mmmmm, I'm not," Kevin gasped mid-thrust, "I would have, r-raped her before that, f-fucking cunt was so silly to breed and spoil things."
	"Got that right, sweetie," Keith sighed, groping the corpse, "I'd have loved to beat her swollen belly, all full of eggs, hear those fucking Filshun filth crack inside her."
	"Hah, I'd have used my dick...mmmmph, always wanted to abort some ratlings."
	"There's one girl still gravid in the back," Diane chuckled, "if you have anything left after this."
Nearby, the beipiaosaurus in the waistcoat was raping Eddvern, the black-throated boy being rammed down a thick cock, as the feathered hunk sat him on his lap.  The adult moaned as he pumped to the hilt, tearing the virgin hole to feel the trickling of blood stain his crotch, as the young Filshun's head rolled on his limp neck with each smack of his thighs.
On the other side of the stage, the show-raptor at the gas chamber had dragged the two bodies out, with one of the technicians named Carl grabbing little Bunder for himself.  Carl was also a deinonychus, with baby-blue feathers and thick arms wrapped in a sleeveless jacket.
	"Damn I love the little rats best," he shivered, gripping the toddler like a sandwich, "specially when they ain't damaged yet."
	"You're telling me," said the beipiaoraptor beside him, "I like the older ones myself, not a fan of the bone-cracks vibrating on my dick."
	"Heh, you do you."  Carl unzipped his pants to rub his cock on Bunder's face.  "Ohhhh what a fuckable little face you got, you worthless slut."
He shoved his member into the pudgy mouth, the blood-drenched eyes staring at him in eternal grief as he grasped the back of the boy's head, and slid down to the hilt with only the smallest resistance.  The throat slackened for his master, the tongue still wet with bloody spit to lubricate his thrusts, the sound of a groaning creak trembling from the infant's jaw that was forced even wider.
The first few slaps of Carl's hips would obscure the gentle crack of the joints, the ratling's mouth splitting open until the jaw was left hanging against his neck.  The deinonychus scratched the back of the boy's head, his claws digging into the scalp and pulling apart the scales to reveal the bone, as he intensified his thrusts to puncture the throat with his swelling cock.
Meanwhile Gaven's corpse was laid on his back, his blank but happy eyes staring towards the show-raptor who spread his legs wide, and raped his hole firm with a single thrust.  He was much looser than expected, a sinister chuckle from the beipiaosaurus who roughly hammered him, his feathered tail flapping behind with a sturdy muscular rear.
	"Auuugh, fuck this bitch is a pro," he rasped, "damn he kept his ass good for Ailuun dick."
	"Heh, like this one," said the deinonychus throat-raping Bunder, "mmmmph the little ones got perfect cocksleeves fer mouths."
	"You think after enough years of being under us, their bodies like...evolved to be more fuckable?"
	"Hah, not a bad theory, I'd be willing to test that."
As the two boys were given their due, the host of the show was enjoying his own special prize.  The third of the show-raptors joined him, along with the black deinonychus from the camera crew.
	"Hey, this cunt's still breathing!" he pointed at Madrey.
	"Well that was very kind of her to last this long," the troodon bent down, "now, you told me you had something to say, but couldn't say it on TV.  Well, let's hear it, little whore."
	"Y-...yes," she stuttered, "I-i...d-did  you wanna...s-skullfuck me, sir?"
	"Ohhhh, sweetie," he stroked her head, "you read my mind perfectly, you filthy subsaurian bitch.  Now, unzip me please, and I'll get right to cleansing that fucking skull of yours nice and clean."
The compere smiled as he watched her struggle with his pants, pulling his cock free with slit-open wrists that felt weaker than paper.  Trembling in a dying bliss, she watched the Ailuun's length sprout forth already hard, as he grabbed her skull and pushed into her damaged eye.
	"Mmmmmm gods that's a good little cunt.  So good of you to give me an extra hole."
	"H-hhhrrk...yeah," she whispered, "r-rape me...please, master."
	"Ohhhh, gladly.  This is the only thing your family ever deserved, you disgusting wretches."
	"You uh, gonna give me a shot?" the camera worker unbuckled his jeans.
	"Come on in!" the troodon shifted to one side.  "We go together, ready?  One, two...THREE!"
Lining their cocks up towards both sockets, they shoved in as one with a gooey pop, a softened shriek escaping Madrey's wilted body.  The deinonychus groaned as he spurted pre there and then, trickling white down her cheek with watery slivers running off his shaft and matting his blue feathers.  They wasted no time punching into her skull, squishing her brain and splitting it in half, like a freshly-baked loaf.
	"AAAAH!  F-FUCKING, YES!" the troodon panted.  "Ohhh howsat feel you little cunt, dying without any memories of your worthless kind?!  This...this is the life, erasing your own thoughts, and what pathetic little dreams you even had."
	"Fuckin' right, chief," his fuck-partner shuddered, "mmmmph, Filshun brains feel like the softest pussy to break in."
The sounds of hot squishing intensified as they fucked her faster, the last flickers of herself dying with every thrust.  In her final moments, Madrey couldn't even remember her family's faces, and she was happier for it, when Ailuun cocks ripped it in twain and mashed it up in gooey chunks.
So hard they fucked her that it began streaming out her ears and eyes, hot dribbling silver as her tongue lolled out in post-death glee.  Her sister with the gutted belly was too weak to beg or cry, struggling with her gouged stomach and floating organs when the third beipiaosaurus hoisted her on top of the counter.
Bent over the display case full of knives, her blood seeping over the glass, she felt her cunt be used for the first and last time in her life.  Kikima whimpered with a faint sob, the cock slamming her pussy open with a hot bloody squirt, tearing the lips to stain his member a luscious scarlet.
He tore through the womb and popped it like a balloon, panting greedily at the fleshy strips dangling off his pillar.  Soon he was fucking through her cavity, his cock grinding on the glass and punching up beneath her ribs, her breaths fogging on the display as her weakening spasms pleasured him.
The show-raptor fucked her so hard that the knives shivered underneath, the display case wobbling on its stand as he broke the girl's body harder.  Her legs fell limp when they snapped off the hip, her heart thumped ever weaker against her split-open ribs, that was soon kissed by his swollen girth.
Throughout all this, someone was working the camera, keeping track of each group in their ethnic cock-cleansing.  One by one they would soon cum over the next half-hour, as numbers racked up by the millions over the livestream.  Comments rippled through from Triple R's chat, chanting slogans and proclaiming envy that they weren't there.
Kevin and Keith pumped their jizz into Darni's holes, as two white slivers met together on the floor.  Her dead womb was washed out clean with purified seed, her well-used ass pummelled hard enough to shove her face deep into Diane's puss.  The secretary trembled with orgasm, spraying her juices across the teenager's face in a clear, hefty gush.
	"HAAAAH, a-aaaah fuuuck...ohhh that's a good cunt.  Mmmmph, you'll be serving the rest of the crew well, little slut."
	"So glad you subsaurians don't count," hissed Keith, "I wouldn't dream of being anything but gay."
	"Damn straight!" Kevin giggled, pulling out of her.  "Aaaah, wanna get dinner at Denby's?"
	"Oh fuckin' yes babe, that apple strudel's gonna kill me but I want it."
The artistes walked off with cocks dripping away, as Diane kept grinding her snatch on Darni's dead face.  The two beside the gas chamber hit their climax next, as Carl sputtered with a bestial roar and flooded the toddler's stomach with hot superior semen.  His cute little belly bloated up, with cum soon overflowing down his chin.
Likewise Gaven's rapist had his own fill, breathing hungrily on the boy's face as he kept slamming even after cumming.  He grabbed the teen's neck and strangled him hard, just wanting to feel the sense of choking the life out of the already-dead degenerate.  Then the camera focused upon Madrey and Kikima.
	"N-nnngh, AAAAH, g-getting close! shivered the host.  "You ready, Jerry?"
	"Y-yeah, MMMMPH!" the black deinonychus panted.  "Lemme know when!"
	"Just...a bit, a-aaah, god this bitch's skull is the best, I'm going to keep this one when we're done."
	"N-NNNGH, yeah, you got it, AAHHH SHIT I'M THERE!"
	"NNNRRAAAARGH, YOU DEAD FUCKING CUNT I'LL PUT YOU IN A MASS GRAVE!"
With an eruption, he came fully into Madrey's face, an explosion of white from her socket that gushed across his suit.  Jerry also came in turn, their climax so strong it even spattered chunks of gristle out of her decimated brain.  A long, heavy sigh drained out of the two, as more cum dripped from her earholes before they shoved her down, jizzing on her face together.
The last one to cum was the beipiaosaurus next to the knives, who had enough of the sounds of rubbing cock against glass to just pick up the 5-year old corpse and pumpfuck to fruition.  Everyone could see his dick flossing the inside of her guts, stabbing beneath her heart and spraying it with seed.  Then he shoved extra hard to plunge through her organ, splitting it open like wet cardboard.
As he fucked through the heart, the camera picked up all the juicy details.  Heart emojis filled the chat, among other derisive caricatures of dead Filshun.  Somewhere in the world, a minimum of 600,000 Ailuunians came there and then, not that anyone knew for certain.
But what mattered was their joy in cleansing the world, as the show-raptor dumped his toy on the floor, his shaft sticky with lumps of heart as he stroked them smooth to smear on his meat.  The troodon wiped his brow, then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his dick clean.
	"Well then!" he walked over to the camera.  "Thank you for watching, Triple R deeply appreciates you tuning in, so we'll just leave you with the rest of our production staff.  And the way the chat's going, it seems the rest of you were productive too, yeah?"
He winked with a smile, as the crew walked off stage to soon be replaced by more members of staff.  Bouncers, office workers and janitors made a revolving door of rapefests, as for the next few hours, the world of Ailuun watched and pleasured itself, to the desecration of six worthless Filshun.