Lilith was lazily fingering her spade while scrolling through the RedRoom front page. Though the various streams showcasing rape, public snuffings, or whatever other taboo content people were putting on, were all things she fantasized about regularly, she was just waiting for her favorite broadcast to come on. Finally the notification came on, informing her that "Slaughterhouse" has gone live. Slaughterhouse was run by 2 "Butchers" and was by far and away one of the most popular streams on the site, quickly getting tens of thousands of viewers, sometimes even rising to hundreds of thousands. So popular in fact, the stream had its own merch of silicone dildos in various sizes, including 1 to 1 replicas of both Butcher's cocks. Lilith readied both dildos she owned with anticipation. One replica was of the 9 foot tall lion, Singent. He had a cock that swung well below his knees and about as thick as Lilith's bicep, but while it was perfectly suitable for rape and snuffing, Lune's was by far her favorite. Despite being much shorter than Singent, everything about Lune's chosen humanoid form seemed perfectly tuned to turn his victims into corpses. Lune's knotted horse cock was just about as long as Singent's but his cock consisted of layers upon layers of brick walls Lune rams effortlessly into his victims. A tip that flares to be much bigger than most people's heads, 3 rows of large barbs, a thick medial ring, and a meaty 16 inch knot at the base, most victims are corpses by the second or third trust. Having hyper genes herself, Lilith was able to thrust the cocks into herself in depth and rhythm as the Butchers did to the victims on screen with ease. She fantasized constantly about having the real Butchers pound into her, and she hated watching as Lune pulled his knot out of the mare's gaping pussy. Watching as gallons of his thick cum rushed out mixed with the bloody slush that used to be the mare's useless organs. The anger rose from her womb, perking her breasts as she shoved Lune's cock past the knot into her spade. She stared at the large bulge separating her breast and resting below her chin. "I deserve those pups," Lilith growled to herself, "I deserve to carry his litters." The thought of Lune impregnating her made her try to shove the knot deeper into herself. The thought that she might give birth to his children, only to immediately get filled with more afterwards made her orgasm not for the first time that session, and certainly not for the last. Eventually the stream ended, both Butchers covered head to toe in blood and viscera from the 20 or so victims of that stream. Panting by herself, Lilith suddenly thought of something she scolded herself for not thinking sooner. She hesitated for a moment, but she eventually built the courage to send a DM to the channel, asking if she could take part in the stream. A couple minutes without response, she started scolding herself for thinking that would work. Obviously part of the appeal was that the people didn't want to be there. What was she thinking trying to volunteer for the stream? She’d have a better chance trying to figure out where they found their victims and wandering around until she was chosen. She stood to leave, feeling embarrassed before quickly sitting back down in response to a message notification. “Hey! Sorry had to wash off a bit, but we’d love to have you on! It would be interesting to have a fan on for a change :}c - L” Lilith gaped for a moment, before responding back. After a couple messages back and forth, she had an address and a time. 3 days from that moment, and she spent every second she could practicing. —------ Lilith stood in front of a rather unassuming looking studio in the middle of the city. Her stomach churned in hesitation, but she knocked on the door. Lilith waited a few moments, about to knock on the door again when it swung open on her, leaving her staring straight at the tip of a massive cock. The lion took up the whole doorframe, and his thin shorts left basically no detail of his monstrous member up to imagination. “Well if it isn’t our guest of honor!” She was so close to Singent she had to crane her neck up to look past his bulge, and his tone and expression was so pleasant and welcoming it could’ve been hard to believe he was about to kill a dozen people if she hadn’t watched him do it hundreds of times. “I know you were hoping you’d be with Lune and since this is the first time we’ve had a fan on, we decided to go with it. The stream is about to start soon, he’s waiting for ya in the studio.” He led her with a gentle hand on her head though a door into a hallway, where there were 15 people gagged and tied by their wrists to the ceiling. Some began to cry as the pair walked in and some tried to plead through their gags to them. “You can just leave your clothes wherever, you won’t be needing them obviously.” Singent mused absently-mindedly, eyeing the 15 victims as his cocked flopped out of his shorts. He walked over to a twinky canine male that was eyeing him frightfully, his heartbeat visible as his cock bounced erect. He turned back to Lilith for a moment and waved her through to the next door. “You’re gonna warm Lune up in there, I’ll be starting off with this toy and I’ll join you in a bit.” The canine began whimpering as Singent spoke, but by the time Singent turned back, the toy was a corpse as its head was twisted around until it faced Singent once more, eyes already glassed over. Lilith turned to open the door, shivers perking up her breasts with the sounds of the canine’s head being removed from his body, spine dragging along with it. The smell of fresh blood in the hallway was quickly overwhelmed by the stench of stale blood that filled the room she’s been anticipating. It was a larger room than she thought, only being able to see half of it at a time. With large stage lights casting soft glows, and a small camera crew, it made her realize how much effort was made to produce the stream (and how the camera had been moving to frame the action when both Butchers were occupied.) The background decorations were a pair of bunnies, one on each side of the room. One recently hanged still thrashing around weakly, and the other with a large hook driven through the back of her skull. But upon opening the door fully her eyes finally fell on Lune, and every muscle in her body shivered in anticipation. He was lounging on a chair much too small for his wide hips, but she could not pull herself to look at anything other than huge sheath and balls that hung between his legs. He smiled at her, and motioned with a finger for her to approach, but before even Lilith knew what was happening, she found herself kneeling in front of Lune, holding one of his massive soft balls in each of her hands. Each one must’ve weighed 40 pounds to her estimate, and even from a couple feet back, the smell of his musk wrapped around every nook and cranny of her brain. She was only able to fondle his balls for a moment, before Lune had firmly grasped her head with one hand. To the stream, he looked as if gently nudging her towards his sheath, but it felt to her as if her eyes were going to pop out and her skull was about to get crushed. Lune roughly brought her within inches of his sheath, it was as big as her head, and without further encouragement Lilith had begun to bury herself in it. The sweet scent of his sweat filled her muzzle, and her head was halfway in before she felt a large wall of flesh press against her snout. She stuck her tongue out to taste the soft skin she immediately recognized as Lune’s massive tip. She traced around the tip the same way she has practiced thousands of times before on her toy. 2 circles around the urethra, up the crease of the glans, then back down around the large curve before circling again and going down the other side. It was instinct at this point, but every cycle filled her muzzle with salty sweet precum which threatened to drown her if she didn’t already greedily gulp it all down. It was countless cycles before Lune’s pulsing cock forced her out of his sheath. She gasped for a moment, holding Lune’s cock in her hands as each heart beat made his pulsing cock hose precum over her head and down her back. She finally looked up to discover that she had only brought out a little under a third of his erection yet. Behind the cock, was Lune baring his teeth in a vicious snarl, his long tongue snaking around searching for flesh. She recognized the look instantly, and was surprised she wasn’t dead yet until she noticed Singent had entered the room some time ago. Singent was lightly playing with one of Lune’s nipples, but from the way Lune’s eyes glowed from above his massive heaving chest, she was sure Singent was restraining him with his other hand. “Now now, Lune,” Singent cooed into Lune’s ear, “we don’t want to kill our guest before she’s even done buttering you up, now do we?” His voice was all honey and sugar, but the look he gave her from over Lune’s shoulder said that she would end up like those bloodstains on the lion’s massive paws if she didn’t keep going. She began working her hands all over Lune’s cock again, filling her mouth with more precum and running her tongue up and down the exposed length. She messaged his barbs, which were as soft and squishy as her toy, but occasionally firmed up to what felt like knife blades. But it took another 4 minutes until she had the full 2 foot length exposed. The entire shaft has been polished by her tongue, and she searched for any nooks she may have missed fervently. She saw Singent stand back with both hands raised, and she suddenly found herself lifted by her throat. She kicked wildly as Lune crushed her windpipe in one hand, before she felt her legs be ripped open by his other hand. She felt teeth around her wet spade, and not long after a long warm length was pushing through her womb. Lune’s tongue pushed and bundled up on itself as it marched further on, forcing the cervix open and filling any available space in her uterus. Lilith vision blurred with lack of oxygen but her body shook tremendously as her spade filled Lune’s mouth with her orgasm. Satisfied with her taste, Lune released Lilith’s throat, and she crumpled to the ground heaving as she began to fill her lungs with as much air as she could manage. Lune wasted no time waiting for her to become coherent again. He knelt, forcing her legs over her head and trapping her arms underneath. Lilith’s eyes rolled wildly as she tried to understand what was happening, but all she recognized was Lune’s murderous snarl as he started pressing the tip of his cock against her spade. —------ Lune thrust with all his strength into her. His tip slipped in without any resistance. He recognized every organ he rammed out of the way as he went deeper and deeper. The intestines, kidneys, liver, lungs, all pushed aside for his full length. He let out a satisfied roar as his tip flared in Lilith’s chest, her heart beat tapping rapidly against his shaft. As he began to pull out for his next thrust, Lilith let out a satisfied howl. Shock danced across what little non-feral consciousness Lune had. He looked down to what he expected to be a mangled dying corpse, only to see a wide eyed canine woman with her tongue wagging out of her snout. He thrust back in, harder. Deeper. And in his current state he was barely able to rub two brain cells together to realize the brutal tearing of flesh, the scent of pouring blood, the crack and crumble of bone was missing. Her womb was wrapped tightly around the entire length of his shaft. His barbs flared out, but in the elasticity of her pussy, they found no grip. “YES! RAPE MY WOMB! GIVE ME YOUR LITTERS!” Her words slid around his brain. “BREAK ME! FILL ME FULL OF PUPS!” The words entangled themselves in his sparse coherent thoughts. “RAPE ME HARDER! KILL ME!” Lune subjected to the words, and all coherency disappeared. —------ Lilith was hardly more coherent herself. Every fantasy she’s ever had was becoming a waking dream. She watched as Lune thrust his entire length into her in a vain attempt to kill her. His face caught in a snarl, drool leaping out onto her as his tongue wagged thoughtlessly out of muzzle. His chest bounced with effort, massive legs churned to thrust his hips back and forth far and fast enough to satisfy him. She’s handled his length easily for years now, but the dildo was nothing to the real deal. His massive balls slapping against her ass (though mostly the floor) with each thrust. The force of his shaft entering and exiting her uterus. The force of his tip beating aside every organ in her torso. Each beat of his heart discernable through his thick veins. Despite her hyper stretchyness, she thought any internal surface would be bruised to hell and back before he was done, but she didn’t give it a second thought. The tip flared wildly inside her, stretching her out more with each thrust. The barbs flexed and relaxed searching for some way to tear her apart from the inside. She continued screaming her lungs out. Continuing to goad Lune into raping her as best he could. She enveloped herself in the sensations of her insides being churned like a butter mill, and lost count of the orgasms that came with it. Suddenly, Lune’s tip flared more wildly than it has before, being able to see the bulge in her abdomen even with his tip right under her neck. She felt a huge inflating ball press against her spade. Her eyes lit up even more. “FILL ME LUNE! PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR PUPS! I WILL BE A MOTHER!” She felt a firm pop as the knot finally forced its way in. Then the flood gates opened. One pump. His tip was flared beyond imagination, a hose of warm thick cum instantly filled any empty gaps in her uterus around the shaft. Two pumps. Her belly grew. Her cervix wrapped tightly around Lune’s shaft kept anything from spilling out. She felt every available egg in her uterus was being impregnated. Three pumps. Her belly swelled. The hose became a flood. Her breasts already began to leak milk in streams. Lune never stopped trying to thrust deeper. His balls contracted so hard it made him dizzy. He felt gallons of cum pass through him. He’s emptied himself completely inside others before. But her growing womb applied unbelievable pressure onto his cock as it tried desperately to return to its original size. 40 pumps. Her cervix finally failed. Cum rushed her into her vagina only to be stopped by Lune’s knot. 50 pumps. Lune’s knot pulsed with effort to keep every drop of cum in. Lune felt every muscle in his body clench. 60 pumps. Lune finally stopped cumming. The pressure around his shaft and tip was immense. The canine’s belly pressed against his firmly. Lune and Lilith gasped hoarsely together for a moment. Sweat rolled down Lune’s muscles. The scent of musk and orgasms filled both their nostrils. Lune gasped himself back to consciousness, blinking wildly, trying to remember what was happening. He glanced down to see what looked like a mother who was somehow over a year pregnant with octuplets. His mouth felt like a desert, and he leaned over to drink some of her leaking milk before pushing himself up again. Lilith rolled her head around as if drunk. Her tongue lolled out thoughtlessly. Lune glanced over to the camera crew as they approached where Lune and Lilith were tied together. Right, they were streaming. He glanced at the monitor, the chat was in a frenzy, and Singent gave him a gleaming smile. Lune came down to get a few more gulps of milk from Lilith, before finally pushing himself upright and making space for the camera. Lilith made incoherent mumbles as Lune started to slowly pull his inflated knot out of her spade. It tugged at his knot, 5 inches of his root slid out of his thick sheath before her spade finally released him. A flood of thick pure white cum poured out of Lilith’s spade in a torrent. Singent helped Lune up on shaky feet while the camera focused on the gaping canine. Finally standing, Lune pressed his foot down on her bulging belly. Causing an ever thicker river of cum to stream out. —------ Lilith couldn’t believe her life. She was impregnated with Lune’s pups. She felt herself lose several gallons worth of cum as Lune pulled out, but the damage was already done. Now all the cum was good for was keeping her belly warm as she thought up some appropriate baby names. 12 names seemed like a conservative estimate, pregnancies in her family were never less than 6, and she felt at least 10 were coming with this litter. She paid no mind to either of the Butchers as they lifted her up to the chair and tied her hands behind her back. She had more important things to worry about at the moment. She figured it would become her full time job to think up pup names, she was sure this litter was not going to be her last, and she needed to start on a list of names as soon as possible. She was staring at the camera now, and felt almost blinded by the lights. She felt Lune grab the back of her head, and his thumb slide across her throat. She was looking up now, somehow. She saw spurts of deep crimson liquid leap up into her view. Warm trickles flowing down her neck. Her body spasmed. More crimson liquid landed on her face. Her mouth tasted of iron. She tried to speak but heard a gurgle where words should’ve come out. From the corner of her eye, she can see Lune saying something to the camera, but numbness filled her thoughts. Her body twitched uncontrollably. Bright lights filled her vision as the crew got closer. “Vincent is a good boy's name.” Suddenly her view twisted, and she fell. Looking at a body that looked a lot like hers, except it couldn’t be hers. It had no head, and blood was covering most of its breasts and belly. Lune had walked over to her now, and placed his paw across her temple. “Maybe Sapphire for a girl’s, if Lune doesn’t think it to - “ —------ Lune raised his foot for the camera to examine the brain matter that now pressed between his toes. Thin strings of viscera still connecting chunks of brain to the crushed skull. His cock pulsed with renewed rejuvenation. “Fuck, we couldn’t have asked for a better star to start the show off, but it’s time for me to get some blood on this cock.” Lune walked over to where the crew had ushered the next victim in, Singent already rearing himself to shove his bloodied cock into the small tiger’s asshole. The stream had 14 more victims, and had gone on for 6 more hours, for a total of 7 hours. Lilith had started a tradition, where once a month the Butchers would pick out one lucky viewer to come on stream for the viewing pleasure of everyone else, but she had become long forgotten.