segador's revenge-hammered anon

>2 weeks ago you found a cute little pinata while looting.
>1 week ago she made this town unsafe for kids and many adults.
>2 days ago men with guns showed up.
>1 day ago you were interviewed by a dog in a lab coat.
>now... you are alone in your cell.
>labeled as D-class you have almost no rights here.
>only a purpose, keep the pink one happy.
>you are marched to a containment cell, told to behave, and the door slides open.
>there she is.
>shadowboxing towards a wall.
>its precise, from the look in her eye to the flow of her hooves towards the wall.
>she sees something past it.
>you carefully approach, knowing full well what shes capable of doing to your system, and tap her on the shoulder.
>she swings around surprised.
>"joder !, me has asustado"
>she looks happy to see you at least.
"hey Sega...dor."
>she grins "you remembered."
"yeah, but you could have told me you were wanted."
>you gesture to the enclosed cell around you, immaculate white with speakers up high and a viewing window so black a limo couldn't compare.
>"really puto? talking pinata that kills kids and you couldnt put that together?"
>you sight, as obvious as it seemed you just thought maybe you could have fixed that at least.
>"ive been in and out more than enough times though, just need to wait for día de paga."
"wait, you say we can get out?"
>she nods, "just wait, it'll happen, always does."
>she silently mutters "puta lagartija."
"well while we wait, wanna talk or whatever?"
>"nah-" she stretches, her small frame is still a sight to behold, hourglass but squished, you didnt think any woman could look like this outside a shortstack thread focusing on goblins.
>its the thing you struggled with, being attracted to a murderous pony.
>/mlp/ would collectively kill to be where you are.
>or a third of them at least.
>and then she solidified your thoughts .
>"-id rather fuck you."
>the scientists said not to.
>the guards said you shouldnt.
>but they didnt tell her that.
>this jumpsuit makes it easier, but the zipper tugs at many a stray hair as she pulls it down with her teeth.
"S-segador dont!"
>she wont stop
"they dont want this!"
>"but you do dont you~?"
>your hesitation only invited her to keep going.
>/d/ had a point, you cant rape the willing.
>even through your fear of the combined retribution of what the facilities researchers and soldiers could do to you, you were hard, throbbing even.
>this cute little unicorn was towering above your dick like some kind of teddy bear sex toy.
>she grinned and swatted it.
>jeered and bopped it.
>and the poor thing just throbbed harder.
>"Un murciélago tan grande realmente podría romperme."
"w-what?"
>the speaker crackled to life with a buzz and a hiss.
>"she said your bat could break her."
>oh, a translator, yay.
>a quiet "bastardo." is muffled by her hoof.
"maybe you should blindfold me and we'll see."
>might as well make this a porno if theres no going back.
>she slides herself up and down the underside, pinning it to your stomach and coating it in a sweet smelling paste.
>the consistency is akin to melted taffy, and just as tasty.
>even as big as you are, pinned under her seems nice, even as torturous as her foreplay is.
>back and forth, back and forth, she mutters things in mexican to you and all you focus on is that rising tension in your loins.
"i cant take it anymore!"
>she laughs at your struggle but is surprised when you lift her up...
>...and slam her down on your cock.
>"t-tan bueno..."
>she drools a sugary liquid out the side of her mouth, peppermint flavored.
>these flavors are deduced by them being flung off her body as you viciously piston her up and down in savage need.
>the observation booth is filled with the horrified faces of confused academics, and the curious looks of well hidden degenerates.
>anon grunts and groans while segador gasps and spasms.
>taffy and precum pool below them.
>peppermint drool magles her paper fur.
>MTF is mobilized through the facility.
>anons thrusts get more desperate as he gets closer.
>173 manages 6 more kills before the sirens fully go off.
>segador screams into the sky as her body stiffens in orgasmic bliss.
>682 has broken through at least 3 walls now.
>Anon cums so hard he sees stars.
>the facility enters full lockdown panic mode.
>after a few grand seconds of afterglow the pink unicorn actually remembers where shes at, and why the red lights are on.
>"L-levántate idiota, t-tenemos que irnos!"
"wha-?"
>your question is cut short bla slap and a shaky dismount from your new partner.
>"its time, we need to leave in the panic."
>fear sets in until she draws her bat out of the ether, and looking back at the door reveals its wide open.
>in the pit of his stomach anon knows.
>this is going to suck.
>stalking through a large government facility with a blood assault rifle, an anthropomorphic chucky unicorn, and some ex convict named malone isnt how you imagined getting out of this place but its your reality now.
>each hall is like the other, an endless maze of white tile and steel doors occasionally broken up by a dead body, a large blood puddle, or black tar that your friend said "dont touch, ever"
>the first time you saw a guard he didnt hesitate to fire at you, youd like to say he was aiming for sega, but his aim was straight as an arrow.
>you can only trust a D to not kill you, they want out just as bad.
>its taken you three hours just to get to the cafetiria of this place.
"hey, i thought you knew where to go?"
>"its always different...like a kid with blocks just shaping it, changing it."
>she was so focused on escape shed grown colder, its a wonder she even took you with her,
>malone stops to get a coffee and its his undoing as the harsh noise seems to bring red bipedal creatures from the next room over.
>whats weird is the sounded scared, screams of "whats that?" and "is that you?" rushed through and ripped him to shreds.
>we quickly left and locked the door behind us, or it locked itself i guess, these key cards are still working well.
>anon saw many creatures in this place, and helped as many as he could that seemed harmless.
>which meant his two person party had begun swelling up, a computer, a doctor, a potted plant cat thing, even a tree dog.
>none of this felt real, but it did feel good to rescue monsters.
>that feeling lasted until they reached the surface level, and between them and open air freedom was a squadron of trained soldiers...
>and godzillas well endowed sister.
"w-which one is that?"
>"the dragon." said the doctor.
>"an escape plan" muttered the windows reject.
>"lagartija. perra." said your paper mache lover.
>the gunshots echoed through the room, blood dripped from the kaiju croc, and everyone was scattering.
>what scared you most was...she was smiling.
>like some edgy teens fanfiction, she bled heavily with a psychotic smile even as she ripped through any resistance to her.
>"filth, worthless, useless meatbags."
>the words rumbled from her in between chuckles.
>it was a warzone for all of about 5 minutes, mangled bodies, bullet casings, and a river of blood poured out the front of the facility.
>as the noises died down you peeked out, there were people wearing body armor of a different kind out now.
>the doctor was picking apart remains in some attempt to find survivors, you hope he doesnt find any after seeing what he does to "cure" people.
>that big lizard was looking over her destruction with a less wicked grin, it was still unnerving.
>"you can come out now" she growled.
>you and your pink companion slowly emerged from hiding, and were immediately aimed at by these new visitors.
>in the brief moment of your heart stopping you heard "non-hostile!" shouted out behind them.
>the guns fell and you were waved over.
>they're all smiles when you come over, questions about injuries rise and fall quickly as you two are escorted to a van.
>you're shaking, but still find the strength to ask-
"w-who are you people?"
>"the Aristocrats."
>this being grunted out by someone who had the look of 4 wars under his belt seemed like a skeptical answer.
>but with how hostile the facility was, less questions probably meant higher survival.
>"we're like p.e.t.a...kinda."
>peta...but with guns?
>and monsters...
>its hard to see it, with all the emblems, the competence between the soldiers and the doctors, this was an organization.
>before the doors are closed, you shout to the large reptilian wonder.
"hey, thanks for your help, where will you go?"
>she smiles, "find a place with good beer, and better company, perhaps a truck stop."
>the rumbling chuckle as she stomped off both terrified and relieved you.
>the van rolled off, you clutched your hopefully girlfriend close and reveled in the quiet bumpy ride.
"so, where are we going?"
>"first, get the hecky out of here, then make you two disappear!"
>while cheery, the combined confused looks you and sega gave her caused her to retread her words.
>"oh i mean like uhh...witness protection!"
"oh, cool."
>"so how do you feel about alaska?"

>the end, of part two.
>we will resume sometime in part 3 "Fun dip is unbreakable"