Without hesitating, both of us wrapped an arm around our belly and followed Angela's instructions. I looked over at Mitsuko, and our eyes locked as we touched ourselves the way we had touched each other. Our breath came quickly as we each pleasured ourselves, never looking away, except to see each others' breasts heaving. I moaned, and Mitsuko moved her free right hand to hold my left hand. She was close to orgasm, and thinking of her left hand in her cunt pushed me over the edge myself. My hips bucked as I released something between a moan and a scream, and I could see in Mitsuko's eyes that she was close to her own release.

*BLAM*

Mitsuko's eyes widened as if she were drawn in anime style. The wash of blood from her shattered cunt and ruined baby sprayed over both of us, and her body spasmed in a macabre emulation of orgasm. Her grip on my hand tightened, then released, and the life in her brown eyes disappeared like a spark dying on wet ground. My own orgasm, though, was still rolling, and my hips kept thrusting as my sister, my lover, died next to me. When we were both spent, I lay still, my breasts heaving as I caught my breath.

"You, Shannah, are the true goddess," Angela spoke after a long pause. I pushed myself up to see her. She wore an angelic look on her face, her body splattered with blood and flecks of gore from her five victims. "I can die now, knowing that you have been chosen." With that, she cocked the gun, pushed the sawed-off barrel to her belly, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

She threw back her head and laughed, a roaring laugh at her great joke. "It's a five-round shotgun!" Angela giggled. "Here, you take it." She tossed it to me, and I caught it in the air.

"There's a present for you on the stock," she said with a wink.

I could hear a commotion from somewhere outside the door, but I was too busy looking at my "present" to care. A wide-bladed hunting knife was in a scabbard, taped to the stock of the shotgun. I had been too focused on the business end to notice the modification. Automatically, without thinking, I unsnapped the catch and pulled the knife free. The hilt and blade were stained with blood, as though someone had gutted a deer and wiped the knife on their pants.

Angela's hand was between her legs again. "Look at your friends, Shannah. Sweet little Cecelia, no more freckles on her face." I looked at the mop of red hair, lying in a puddle of blood, bone, and brains where her face used to be. "Evangelina will never run from La Migra again." Blood was drying from the pellet woulds to her belly, above her amputated legs. "Natasha doesn't have to worry about dressing for success any more." In the thick soup of organs and blood where Natasha fell, I could just make out her baby's head. "Helena was a twat anyway," Angela said dismissively, as I looked at the massive hole in the bleach blonde's chest, accented by the still-attached bloody pulp of her breasts. "And Mitsuko discovered her womanhood." The girl's pale skin was even whiter now, except for the blood and tissue splattered from her breasts to her face. Her face that I watched as she died, and I came. I came as the the buckshot blew into her vagina and tore through her uterus, masturbating in a room full of pregnant corpses.

"Your teacher, Stephanie, had a very fast labor indeed. I think it was about 30 seconds for the first push, when I cut her throat, with the very knife you're holding, Shannah. Then another 30 seconds to deliver, when I opened her womb from her ribcage to her yoni."