Clop Fiction

by ExtremeSpyro

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Crossover, Dark
Length: 13882

Jules and Vincent take an unexpected trip to a land filled with ponies, friendship, blood, and taboos.

Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega are two very odd people. They commit murder as their job, talk about what names foreign countries give hamburgers, and nearly get shot to death but are saved thanks to either a miracle or pure luck. Unfortunately, their luck (or God) was bound to run out as soon as it came, as the secret of the briefcase gets out of control and the two mobsters are sent into a world unlike anything they've ever seen.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-07 14:10:02 UTC

Unexpected Trouble

A worried and agitated man emerged from the bathroom with a pistol, firing all six of his bullets toward Jules Winnfield and his partner, Vincent Vega, both of whom had murdered a man by the name of Brett, as well as one of his friends. Brett had stolen a precious, invaluable briefcase from a crime boss named Marcellus Wallace. It just so happened that Jules and Vincent were hitmen hired by Marcellus.

"DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Jules and Vincent were standing in dead silence as they saw the panicked yet aggressive man shoot at them. To their astonishment, all six of the bullets had missed, and instead ended up in the wall. After briefly taking in what just happened, the two hitmen raised their arms and pointed their pistols straight at the man, then proceeded to, shall we say, 'showed them how it's done'. Afterwards, Jules walked over to the wall to examine the bullet holes.

"We should be fuckin' dead, my friend."

Jules continued viewing the bullets that nearly killed him and his partner. Vincent, on the other hand, was questioning Marvin (the guy who tipped them off to the now-dead Brett's plan to sell Marcellus' valuable briefcase) on why he didn't tell them about the man who just appeared out of nowhere and shot at them.

"That was divine intervention. Y'know what divine intervention is?" Jules asked.

"I think so, it means God came down here to stop those bullets," Vincent replied.

Jules and Vincent bantered for a bit on whether it was actually divine intervention or pure luck.

"...What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fuckin' acknowledge it!"

"Alright, fine, it was a miracle. Can we go now?"

Jules and Vincent (with Marvin in tow) were going to head out the door. But just before Marvin walked out, he heard something.

"I hear a weird noise."

"Maybe that's the sound of your dick shrinkin'," Vincent sarcastically retorted.

"No, I can hear something too,"  Jules replied.

The trio stood still, checking their vision for what could be making the noise. Vincent looked at the briefcase and held it to his chest. The sound was definitely closer now.

"Aww, shit. Don't tell me that's happening now!" Jules said.

"What is?" Asked Marvin.

"It would be in your best interest to not utter the word "What" around me ever again, because look what happened when your pal Brett said it," Jules coldly replied. "Get your ass back in that room. You too, Vincent."

Vincent made his way into Brett's small kitchen and set the briefcase on the counter. He quickly opened it, and Jules stood by him.

"It's happening," said Vincent.

"Does that mean it's too late to get Marcellus' soul back?" Jules asked.

"Not unless we go in there," Vincent replied. He pointed straight into the briefcase.

There was a wormhole inside.

Vincent grabbed the briefcase and carefully placed it on the floor, then hopped straight down into the wormhole. Jules followed shortly afterwards.

What do they call a Quarter Pounder in Ponyville?

the pony situation

A sudden tear had appeared in the bright blue sky above the outskirts of Ponyville. A brown unicorn with an afro-like hairdo and a white unicorn with a slick mane dropped out of the tear, and landed straight on the ground, on their sides and their backs facing each other. A few seconds later, two pistols fell straight on their heads.

"That fucking hurt, can't you remember to store your gun properly?" Jules asked.

"It wasn't just mine that landed on your thick skull," Vincent retorted.

Jules ignored the weak insult and attempted to stand up.

"Vincent, can you help me up? For some reason I can't get on my feet."

"I would, but I can't."

"You should really lay off those damn quarter pounders."

"Weight isn't the problem. Take a quick look at yourself."

Jules took a quick look at his body; He no longer had arms, hands, or feet. Instead, he had hooves, four of them.

"We're in some deep shit, my friend."

"Yeah, now you know why I can't move."

"Try rolling over to your left, I'll roll to my right. Go!"

The two hitmen (or rather, hitstuds) did exactly that, but Vincent rolled twice, knocking himself into Jules.

"Ow, mothafucka, watch where you're going!"

"Sorry. We're gonna have to get used to this."

"Alright, now, try rolling onto your feet. Roll to your right this time, I don't want you to get on top of me and attract unwanted atten-"

"I think I get it."

Vincent rolled again, this time he managed to stop and put himself in a laying position. He put his two front hooves in front of him, and tried standing on his back hooves. To the pair's disbelief, Vincent had finally managed to stand up.

"Well, that was easy enough, I guess. Your turn."

Jules did exactly what Vincent did, though it took him a bit longer since he had trouble stopping at the correct time.

"Alright, now that we're through with that shit, what do we do now?" Jules asked.

"I think we should head into that town. If we're gonna get back to L.A., we need to find someone who knows how to get outta here and into our world," replied Vincent.

"Good idea, but we look pretty fuckin' weird right now. What if they start shooting at us?"

"I think that since we became this way when we got here, the people here might be the same way."

"What about our guns? How the hell are we gonna pick those up?"

"We could grab them with our mouths."

"We need somewhere to store them, muthafucka! What do you think they'll do if they see us with those? You think they'll be all like "Ooh, what are those bright shiny metal things you have"? I don't think so!"

"Just trust me, man. This place looks pretty unadvanced, besides, I doubt they even have guns here. Remember, the people are probably just like us, do you think they would even be able to build a gun, much less know what one looks like?"

"And what if you're wrong?"

"Then you can piss and moan at me for the rest of our days about how I was wrong."

"Hmm...see any mounds of dirt around here?"

"Yeah, there's a little dirt mound close to where we fell."

"I say we pick up the guns, drop 'em into that mound, and cover it up with some of this loose grass right here."

"I guess that's a better plan."

Jules let out a sigh. The two hitstuds walked (or rather, trotted) over to their pistols, lowered their heads, and grabbed the grips with their mouths. They raised their necks back into the neutral position, then walked over to the dirt mound. They lowered their necks again, and carefully set the guns in the dirt mound. Then they went over to the loose grass, grabbed a bunch of it with their teeth, and set them on the weapons. After that, they made their way into Ponyville.

five minutes later

A pink pony with an oversized bouncy mane spotted two new visitors approaching Ponyville. She quickly hopped her way to them, anxious to meet them and give a warm Ponyville welcome.

"Y'know Jules, maybe we should take our time. I mean, it doesn't look like a bad place, looks pretty peaceful, Hell, it seems like a nice place to stop and smell the roses. We could just explain to Marsellus that we ran into a few complications in getting back the briefca-" Vincent was quickly interrupted by an energetic pink citizen who could easily pass for an irredeemable crack addict.

"WELCOOOOOME TO PONYVILLLLLE! I'm Pinkie Pie, I'll be your tour guide! Oh hey, that rhymes! Anyway, you two must be...?"

Jules and Vincent were nearly frozen in shock. There was silence for about 30 seconds before finally Jules spoke up.

"Uh, yeah, my name's Jules, this is my partner Vincent. We don't need no tour guide, can you just step asi-"

"Jules and Vincent, huh...? Well, we're just gonna have to throw you a..." Pinkie suddenly donned a birthday party hat.

"...JULES AND VINCENT WELCOME PARTY!!"

"Look, you little wh..." Vincent was silenced when he saw a stern look from Jules in the corner of his eye. Jules spoke up next.

"We appreciate your kind offers, madam. But we really really insist on figuring this place out for ourselves. Also, we could do without a party. Right, Vincent?"

"Yeah, right, Jules."

"Well, if that's alright with you! I'll just be going now, but is there anything you need?" Asked Pinkie.

Jules noticed a large castle in the very far distance.

"Yeah, what's that place over there?" Jules pointed his hoof at the castle.

"Oh, over there? That's Canterlot, where Princess Celestia and Princess Luna live! Me and my friends once crashed the Galloping Gala, turns out we made it a heck of a lot funner! Oh, do you know what the Galloping Gala is? It's this neat litt-"

"Sounds great, but we really should be going now," interrupted Jules.

"Alrighty, well, see ya around!" said Pinkie with a caring, adoring smile as she bounced away into Ponyville.

"And you said we should stop and smell the roses," said Jules. "I don't think you were ever so wrong before."

"I retract that statement. I think we should get the fuck out of here as fast as possible," replied Vincent. "But can I tell you a joke first?"

"Fine, go ahead."

"What do they call a Quarter Pounder in Canterlot?"

"What?"

"...A Royal with Cheese."

"...Not cool, muthafucka. Not funny, either. In fact, that doesn't even make sense. We don't even know if this goddamned land of pink demons even uses a metric system, much less one called "Royal"! Really, man, you need to think before you spe-"

"Alright, I get it. Let's go."

Shortly afterwards, the pair made their way into the center of the town. A few minutes later, they were in (what they hoped was) the main square. Jules was somewhat curious about the people around him.

"Man, you will not believe how fuckin' spooky this is," said Jules, who seemed more perplexed than disturbed. "They don't even have hands, how the fuck were they even able to build these homes 'n shit?"

"Maybe divine intervention happened to these poor fuckers," retorted Vincent.

"Or maybe they got humans to do it?"

"I doubt that, it doesn't seem like humans even know about this place. I mean, aside from us, anyway, and probably Marsellus."

"Marsellus, huh. If he knows about this, I'm tempted to have a nice long talk with the asshole before I'm retiring."

"Wait, you're retiring?"

"Yeah, after that little incident from earlier, I've decided that's it for me."

"Sure, you're gonna have a nice long talk with Marsellus, maybe invite him for tea, and tell him you wanna quit because of some miracle voodoo type of shit? I bet you ten-thousand..." Vincent realized that the currency in this world probably isn't dollars, so he walked over to a random pony and asked him what the name of the currency was. "I bet you ten-thousand bits that he'll laugh his ass off at you."

"And I don't care if he does, after all, I won't have to see him again after that."

"Meh, I guess it's whatever you wanna do, man. Just remember if you change your mind you probably won't be welcomed back."

"Got it, now let's move on."

As the duo continued trotting through the town, they noticed a unicorn's horn glowing, and a flower sandwich glowing too. The unicorn used magic to lift the sandwich and take a bite.

"Vincent...you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

"These horns do have a point after all. Not the sharp kind, either."

"We need to learn how to use these fuckin' things."

"But where would we go for that?"

Jules took a look around him. He noticed a tree-like house a few feet away from him.

"I get the feeling we should go in there." Jules pointed his hoof at the tree-like house.

"Lead the way."

The duo pranced over to the front door of the tree-like house, and Vincent knocked three times. They stood there patiently, waiting for someone to answer. When nobody answered for about two minutes, Vincent knocked again. They heard a very young male voice yell "I'll get it!"

Just then, the door opened swiftly. A baby dragon stood in front of the two mobsters.

"Can I help you two?" Asked the baby dragon.

Jules coughed and spoke up. "Yes, we need to learn how to use these horns. Anyplace we could go for that?"

The baby dragon looked at the two unicorns suspiciously, taking a mental note of their voices and size.

"You two are adult unicorns and you don't know how to use your horns? Seems odd."

Vincent spoke. "Yeah, uh, me and my friend here were knocked over the head and we lost some of our memories, including how to use..." Vincent paused mid-speech. He suddenly realized what he saw the unicorn use earlier. "...Magic."

The baby dragon thought to himself for a few seconds. He turned around and yelled out loud to someone.

"TWILIIIIGHT! There's two guys here who forgot how to use magic!"

The two mobsters and the baby dragon heard another voice.

"In a minute, Spike. I need to finish reading this page of "An Expert's Guide to Self-Levitation"!"

The three boys saw a purple unicorn, presumably Twilight, walking down the stairway.

"Seriously, Spike. Every day there's always gotta be somethi-" Twilight froze when she saw the two unicorns standing outside her door.

"Afternoon ma'am, I think your friend here told you what we need assistance with," said Jules.

"New visitors to Ponyville?! I haven't even gotten your names! Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Twilight Sparkle, faithful student of Princess Celestia."

"Twilight, I don't think they're new visitors, I mean, I haven't seen them before, but they said that they lost thei-"

Spike was cut off mid-sentence by Jules. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. My name is Jules, this is my partner, Vincent."

"Jules and Vincent...hmm. You two must be a duo?" asked Twilight.

"That's right. Anyway, do you know where we could go to learn how to use magic?" replied and asked Vincent.

"Absolutely; here!" replied Twilight with an enthusiastic yet reassuring smile.

"You want us to go in your house...?" asked Jules somewhat suspiciously.

"Yes, after all, all you need is education on magic, correct?"

Spike shrugged and walked back upstairs, presumably to nap. Nobody noticed.

"That's correct, ma'am." replied Vincent.

"Well, feel free to come in. Just don't be too rowdy or anything, but make yourselves comfortable." Twilight went to her bookshelf and started carefully looking through her massive collection of books.

"It's like she wants us to come in and start shit, man," whispered Vincent to Jules. "What if she thinks we're some random thugs who wanna rape her or mug her or some shit?"

"Well, we're not here to start shit. We're here to learn magic so we can defend ourselves in case we run into trouble, then learn how to get the fuck back to L.A." whispered back Jules.

The two hitstuds trotted into Twilight's house, then Vincent lightly kicked the door closed with his back hoof. The duo took a long look inside the house, but then their eyes turned to the massive bookshelf.

"She must be a steady reader. Man, I'm tellin' ya, what if she planned this whole thing out?" whispered Vincent to Jules, again. Jules responded with a quiet "shh".

Twilight had grabbed a stack of books using a levitation spell, then set them on a nearby desk.

"So, who's ready for their first lesson?" asked Twilight with a smile.

Twilight, Spike, Chimmie and La Violación

Eight hours had passed since Jules and Vincent begun their one-day "magic school" with Twilight Sparkle. The two mobsters knew the basics; Lifting and moving objects. However, Vincent requested that they learn how to fire a water gun, which was a risky move for two reasons. The two mobsters didn't know if water guns existed in what Jules dubbed as "The Land of the Neigh", and also because it was a rather odd request for two unicorns who were recovering from amnesia. Twilight asked why they would want to know how to fire water guns, and Jules told her that he and Vincent use them to cool off. Twilight was a little suspicious at first, but decided to go along with it.

"Well, did you two have fun?" asked Twilight.

"Lots." replied Vincent.

"Gotta admit, Twilight. That was some really cool action." complimented Jules as he lifted a nearby book that was laying on the floor.

"Thanks, Jules! Anyway, are you two going to be okay?"

"Yeah, me and Vincent are gonna be just fine."

"Great! If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to come back and talk to me." said Twilight with a smile.

Jules was already outside, but as Vincent was leaving walking out the door, he turned around spoke up. "Oh, one more thing; Would you happen to know how to teleport between worlds?"

"No, not yet, anyway. Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious, we were trying to learn that, I think we did it wrong and that's how we lost our memories."

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that, by the way, can you two remember anything else?"

"Nope, thanks for your concern though."

"You're welcome!"

"Thanks again, Twilight," said Jules as he slowly closed the door when Vincent stepped outside. "I appreciate the time you took to help us regain our most important ability."

"My pleasure, Jules!" replied Twilight, satisfied that she helped two ponies in need.

Vincent followed Jules back out into the main square of Ponyville.

"Man, I would have liked to stay there and get to know her better, maybe have a bit of fun with the bitch, know what I mean, Vincent?" said Jules as he lifted a tiny stone using his newfound powers.

"Don't take your mind off the mission, Jules. Let's go get our weapons and find someone who knows more about magic than that Twilight chick. Besides, I bet if we found someone like that, they would know how to get outta here," replied Vincent.

"I guess you're right, lets go."

FOUR MINUTES AND FIFTEEN SECONDS LATER

"WHERE THE FUCK DID OUR WEAPONS GO?!" yelled Jules.

"Hey, man, chill. Marsellus will probably supply us with more," said Vincent, although not very reassuringly, as he knew exactly why Jules was panicking. "Though I don't think you'll need another one since you're retiring, right?"

"Nigga, we're fucked. Those guns are now probably in the wrong hands, if you know what I mean, and not to mention we were supposed to use those in case we ran into some trouble, or that pink freak! Plus, what if they figure out that those guns were ours? I mean, they've probably never seen those before, much like they haven't seen US before, either!"

"Dude, just chill. We'll be out of here before anything can happen, I'm sure."

"You'd better be right. If you aren't, it's your ass, man."

"How is it my ass? It was your idea to leave them there."

"YOU opened the case, dickweed!"

"Alright, alright, sheesh, fine. This is all my fault. What do you think we should do?"

"We're gonna look for those damned pistols. We can't be found out, muthafucka! They could easily link those up with us. Two "shiny things that look dangerous", two new people showing up out of nowhere." Jules noticed hoofprints in the corner of his eye. He turned around and there was a trail of them.

"...Remind me to attend church," Jules remarked.

"Those hoofprints are in a different shape. They look like they'd belong to....a zebra, I think," said Vincent. "Oh, and while you're at it, can I come to the church too? I'd love to be as panicky as you are, man."

"Less talk, more go!" Jules ran in the direction the hoofprints were coming from.

"Wait for me..." said Vincent, exasperated with the situation.

FOURTEEN MINUTES AND TWELVE SECONDS LATER...

"That's gotta be it." said Jules.

The two mobsters arrived at their unexpected destination; A hut in a forest.

"Let's go in." Jules kicked open the front door and trotted his way in. Vincent followed without hesitation.

The duo cold hear a noise somewhere close by. They went upstairs and saw a door that, at first, seemed closed. But upon closer inspection the door wasn't completely shut. The sound was pretty close. It had to be in this room.

"Alright, on the count of three, I'll kick open the door, and you charge into whoever's in there." said Jules.

"Wait, what if there's more than one guy in ther-"

"THREE!"

Jules kicked down the door. There was a lone zebra in there behind a tiny wooden desk. The two pistols were on it. Vincent ran in there, jumped the desk, and landed straight into the zebra, and the two landed in the wall. However, upon jumping over the desk, Vincent's back hooves slid one of the guns off the desk and onto the floor, causing it to shoot when it landed. Unfortunately for the zebra, the pistol was facing him when it landed. His head was on the floor. The bullet blew his head clean off.

Vincent slowly got back on his hooves and stood up. Jules quickly felt a rush of anger and panic wash over him.

"God fucking damn it."

"What? Jules, common, we really can't be blamed for this, we didn't even shoot the son of a bitch!"

"Yes, but don't you think someone's bound to find this, and, oh I don't know, question us? Also, nice bloody coat there, Charming!" Jules pointed his hoof straight at Vincent. Vincent looked down on the front of his body. It was covered in blood, and in the corner of his eye, he could see quite a bit of his body had blood stains on it.

"Shit.....we better get out of here, and I need to find a lake or somethin' to wash off in. Let's grab our pistols and go."

"Wait, don't you think we should move the body?"

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"So that, maybe, the local police force, assuming there is one, will be busy looking for a second body. After all, the corpse here is still bleeding, if we move it to the front door and the police find the blood stains in this room..."

"I guess that's a decent plan. Whatever buys us more time, I guess."

Jules used his magic to grab the corpse, while Vincent got their pistols. The duo ran out of the room, downstairs, and out of the hut. Jules dropped the dead, headless zebra on the front door and the two sped off like no tomorrow. As they were getting out of earshot, they heard a voice that stopped them cold.

"HEY, YOU TWO MOTHERFUCKERS! GET OVER HERE NOW!"

Right outside the front door, there was a yellow unicorn with an orange mane who was wearing a red-and-white checkered vest.

The duo still stood frozen, their minds wracking on what to do now.

"Run." whispered Vincent.

"Stay still, muthafucka. We could tie him to a chair or something. Remember, we can't kill him because the local police would have to find the "second dead body"," quietly replied Jules.

"YOU TWO, GET THE FUCK BACK IN HERE OR I'LL KILL YOUR ASSES ON THE SPOT!"

The duo slowly turned around and trotted back towards the hut. They pointed their guns at the unicorn.

"Your little shiny girl's toys can't do anything to me, buds. I've got a nice invisible reflector shield around me. You see, that's the advantage of being a secluded studier of magic. You learn a lot just from experience. Now, I suggest you two follow me back in here..." A long silver sword with a burgundy handle appeared out of nowhere and was in the grip of the unicorn's magic. "...or you two can have your heads above my fireplace."

Jules fired his gun.

It had no effect on the unicorn.

"Tsk, tsk. Why don't the niggers ever learn?" The unicorn's horn suddenly had a yellow light surrounding it. Two yellow blobs of light shot from the horn and hit the duo. They were immediately knocked out. A few seconds before blacking out, Jules could hear the (most-likely) racist unicorn utter out "I hate stupid brown jackasses like you, they never learn."

THE CHIMMIE SITUATION

Jules slowly stirred awake. He was sitting in a chair, human style. He was also tied to the chair. He looked to his left and saw Vincent was in the same situation, though he was already fully awake. Jules noticed the run-down, unkempt, slowly decomposing hut they were trapped in had the faintest aroma of shit. Perhaps someone doesn't like to flush.

The unicorn came marching downstairs, sword in tow, and stood in front of the two captured mobsters. He looked very determined and stern.

"Ah, I see both of my special guests are finally awake. Tell me your names, both of you."

The duo remained silent, it seemed they were adamant in refusing to give their names. The unicorn pressed the sword close to Jules' neck.

"NAME, PLEASE?!" The unicorn shouted.

"J...Jackson."

"Good, now what's yours?" asked the unicorn as he moved the sword close to Vincent's neck.

"John."

"I see, well, my name is Chimmie. Pleasure to meet you, Jackson and John. Although I'd prefer to call you by your real names, JULES AND VINCENT!"

"Wait, how did you-" Vincent was cut-off mid sentence by Chimmie, who was becoming increasingly irate.

"IT'S SIMPLE, YOUR NAMES AND SKETCHES OF YOUR FACES WERE ON THE FRONT PAGE OF "PONYVILLE DAILY"! "AMNESIA RIDDEN UNICORNS APPEAR IN PUBLIC FOR THE FIRST TIME"! MY ROOMMATE WAS SUBSCRIBED TO "P.D."! DID YOU HAPPEN TO SEE MY ROOMMATE?!?!"

The duo suddenly felt really bad stomach cramps.

Chimmie took a deep breath, exhaled, and resumed speaking. "...Or rather, the dead zebra in front of my door?"

"Look, dude, we didn't mean to kill him, our gun just dropp-" Vincent was cut off again by Chimmie, who was now fully enraged.

"SO YOU TWO FILLY-RAPING BASTARDS ADMIT TO KILLING HIM! I THOUGHT SO!!....." Chimmie inhaled then exhaled again. "...Now, you see, this is a hut. This is a place that you are meant to live in when you want to do research in the Everfree Forest for long periods of time. Now, I'm just gonna ask you two a question. When you came trottin' over here, did you notice a sign in the front of this hut that said "Dead Zebra Storage"?"

The duo fell silent again.

"WELL?! DID YOU SEE A MOTHERFUCKING SIGN THAT SAID "DEAD ZEBRA STORAGE" OR NOT?!?!"

"Uh...no?" answered Jules with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"YOU WANNA KNOW WHY YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT FUCKING SIGN?!"

Chimmie received no answer, so he decided to answer his own question.

"BECAUSE THIS HUT ISN'T MADE TO STORE DEAD ZEBRAS, AND WHILE I'M AT IT, IT'S NOT MEANT TO STORE DEAD PONIES, EITHER!!....." Chimmie caught himself off-guard as he received less-than-stellar looks from his two new captives. "Now, you see, when someone kills a dear friend of mine, the law of the forest basically states I'm free to avenge that friend in any way I'd like, so long as it be in the forest. So what I'm gonna make you do is spend some time with a little whore I took in a while ago. Let me go get her."

Chimmie took down a large Playmare wallpaper hanging on the wall, revealing another door that led to a room with stairs that led to the basement. When he came back, he was dragging a five-year old female filly with a tattered, unkempt and silver coat into the main room. She was crying. Chimmie kicked her square in the head, with just enough force to make her fly into rails of the stairs. The duo noticed the filly was wearing a black thong that was covered in dried semen, and her mane was almost completely shaven off. Her eyes were very red, presumably from excessive crying. She also had noticeable scars, bruises, and she was limping on her back left leg. The top of her right ear looked like it was bitten off, and there were gnats resting on the flesh. Her nostrils were leaking with blood, and she had dried blood below her nose. Her legs were covered in stained urine, semen, and small amounts of fecal matter. This was the first time in a while that Jules and Vincent were genuinely disgusted, and maybe even a bit worried. Not only for themselves, but also for the (obviously) sexually and physically abused child they were seeing.

"Don't cry, La Violación. I brought two new friends for you to play with. The big nigger over there is just going to force his big nigger stick in you for a while. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"MUTHAFUCKA, I AIN'T RAPIN' A GODDAMNED CHIL-"

"YOU WILL IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LIVE WITH YOUR COCK CUT CLEAN OFF!"

"It seems YOU'RE the most fucked up dude in this room! What makes you think it's alright to violate this poor kid with your sick-ass desires?! We HAVE standards, bitch!" Jules was very pissed off. Vincent, on the other hand, chose to remain silent throughout the argument.

Chimmie marched straight over to Jules put the non-lethal side of his sword against Jules' chest, and slowly moved it up towards his head. He began to whisper softly into Jules' ear.

"Now, listen carefully, sugar-fly...you give my baby here the thrill of her life, and I'll let you two go..." Chimmie licked the side of Jules' head, slowly and passionately. Jules shuddered and was visibly disgusted. He could feel some odd substance stuck to the side of his head, and it wasn't saliva. "If not, I'll simply...keep your dicks for myself. So...you guys better make a choice." He pulled away from Jules, and stood in front of the tied up murderers, awaiting a response.

There was silence aside from La Violación's soft whimpering. Jules spoke up about two minutes later.

"...Fine. We'll do it."

La Violación started crying loudly.

Chimmie unleashed a twisted, sickening smile of pleasure.

"I suggest you get going," said Chimmie. "My baby here can't wait forever, you know." Using his sword, Chimmie cut the rope that tied Jules in his seat. Jules stood up, slowly making his way toward La Violación.

"I just know this is gonna fuckin' suck," whispered Jules to himself.

Mommy and Daddy and the Monster

one year ago

A voice yelled from downstairs.

"Balafré!"

The soft, small filly laid half-awake in her bed.

"Balafré, sweetie, it's time to go to school!"

"I don't wanna."

"Why is that, sweetie?" Said the voice.

There was someone walking upstairs into the filly's room.

"All the other kids make fun of me, they say I'm not normal, and they keep calling me weird names like "hoe-mare" or "sleazy body seller"! I don't even know what those mean! Plus it's my birthday, I just wanna go to sleep!"

The door into the filly's bedroom creaked slowly open. A mare, presumably the filly's mother, walked into the room.

"Sweetie, I know how you feel. When I was your age, I was picked on too. I just learned to ignore them, because everything they said wasn't true. It's the same situation with you. And I know it's your birthday, but this is your first year of school, so you'll have to go every day until your second year."

The mother nuzzled her daughter, in an attempt to reassure her that everything will be okay.

"But, mommy-"

"Shh."

The mother climbed into her daughter's bed and laid down. She gave her daughter a warm hug and a kiss on her forehead. She cooed a calming, sweet song to her equally lovely daughter.

Oh my love

Look and see

The sun rising from the river

Nature's miracle once more

Will light the world

But this light

Is not for those men

Still lost in an old black shadow

Won't you help me to believe

That they will see

A day

A brighter day

When all the shadows

Will fade away

That day I'll cry

That I believe

That I believe

Oh my love

High above us

The sun now embraces nature

And from nature we should learn

That all can start again

As the stars must fade away

To give a bright new day

"Mommy, you said yesterday you would be going someplace with daddy for a while. Where will you go?"

"We'll be going to the Everfree Forest. Me and daddy need to talk in private for a little bit."

"Will you come back?"

The mother nuzzled her daughter a bit more, and gave her another warm hug. She shed a light stream of tears.

"Yes, we'll be back. I promise."

The mother let go of her daughter after a few minutes of hugging. The filly laid back in her bed and thought about the near future. She was worried about what would happen to mommy and daddy. The mother climbed off the bed and began walking out the door.

"You don't have to go to school today. Go ahead and go back to sleep if you want, sweetie."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Will you and daddy die?"

"Of course we won't, darling. What makes you think that?"

"I heard the Everfree Forest is really scary and has monsters."

The mother lightly chuckled to herself.

"Darling, I can assure you that me and daddy will be okay. Those monsters won't find us."

"Why does daddy go away for such a long time?"

"He has a special job, sweetie."

"What kind of job, mommy?"

"He takes care of people. Like a doctor would!"

"How come he couldn't find a different job?"

"His job fired him, sweetie. Nobody else would hire him."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. Get some rest now, we'll be back in a bit."

"You're leaving now?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell daddy goodbye?"

"Sorry, sweetie, but you can't. He's already out the door and we're in a hurry."

"Okay. Bye, mommy. I love you."

"I love you too."

The mother walked out of the room and lightly closed the door.

twenty minutes later, the two parents go approach a hut in the everfree forest

"Are you ready?" asked the mother.

"Ready as I'll ever be," replied the father. "I just hope our daughter will be okay."

The mother nodded in response. The two slowly crept up to the front door. The father knocked four times, waiting two seconds between knocks. The door magically opened. The two stepped inside.

"Well, if it isn't the two Penance parents! How's your daughter doing?" Asked a yellow unicorn in a red-and-white checkered vest.

"She's doing fine." said Felicia Penance. "Don't try to change the subject, you know why we're here."

"Oh, yes, of course. The deal. Which deal; The one where I used my savings from my life as a researcher in dark magic to secure your daughter for life, or the one where I promised to do that?"

"Cut the shit, Chimmie," said Dérvus Penance. "Give us the money you promised for our daughter. We paid the Equestrian Mafia, I killed all the people they ordered us to."

"Right, right. Well, in that case, I have a bit of a confession to make; You see, my life's savings aren't exactly...eh-heh, shall we say, "mine". As a matter of fact, it belongs to the Equestrian Mafia, and I've been informing them on new and exciting dark spells that can be used to destroy all life as we know it! They allow me to use the money they gave me as long as I continued doing exciting research for them. Unfortunately, a while ago, I clued them in onto your pitiful request for cash for your oh-so-precious daughter. Thanks to that, they gave me more money than ever! But of course they made me promise something in return." Just then, a sword appeared out of thin air, and Chimmie held it with levitation.

Dérvus stepped in front of his wife, his horn glowing green. He was ready to protect his wife from whatever Chimmie was getting ready to do.

"All I have to do is kill you two and make your daughter a personal slave, and the money's mine."

"That will never happen," said Dérvus, ready to fight.

"Anything can change!"

Before Dérvus could even react, he was beheaded on the spot by Chimmie's sword. Felicia screamed in agony. She tried to run out the door, but it was locked. She didn't have time to use a spell to unlock the door, so she ran upstairs in a desperate attempt to flee from the psychopath, who was now a murderer. Felicia opened the door and she was tripped by a zebra when he extended his back hooves as Felicia dashed through the doorway. She landed into the wall across from the room's entrance, and was knocked out. Chimmie came into the room, still equipped with his menacing, bloody sword. He moved over to Felicia, and raised his sword.

"Your bitch is mine," Chimmie muttered to himself as he gazed upon the unresponsive mare. "She's all mine."

He slashed the sword down into Felicia's neck.

Her head soared in the air. Chimmie pointed his sword just below the head and it landed straight into the tip of the sword. Chimmie gave the head a kiss on the lips.

"Blenny, do whatever you'd like with this bitch." Chimmie used his hoof to brush Felicia's head off of his sword, and it landed straight in front of Blenny, otherwise known as the zebra who tripped Felicia straight to her doom.

"Sure thing, Chim-chum. After all, I am the necrophiliac of the hut, ain't I?" replied Blenny.

Chimmie made his sword disappear, and walked out of the room, then downstairs. He exited the hut.

twenty two minutes later

There was a knock on the filly's door.

The filly was fast asleep.

The door slowly creaked open.

Chimmie slowly creeped into the room of the four year old child. He approached the bed, staring down at the beautiful filly who was sleeping in it. Chimmie felt a very powerful sensation come over him. The child was so beautiful. Her soft, shiny mane, her short and curved eyelashes, and her soft, fragile breathing strengthened Chimmie's inner desires. But the one detail that he focused on more than anything else was the filly's small rear. It looked very pleasing, and a challenge to penetrate. Chimmie loved challenges. He also loved children, he loved them more than what was legally acceptable in terms of loving a child.

He climbed onto the bed, and laid on his side, towards the back of the filly.

He lightly grabbed the child and slowly moved her closer to his genital area, being as careful as possible as to not wake her up.

He whispered into the child's ear.

"Your ass is mine, sweetie."

The filly woke up.

She could feel something wet going up her bottom. She thought daddy was playing another prank on her, but this wasn't like his other pranks, and the voice she just heard didn't sound like daddy. It sounded like one of those scary monsters. She yelled for help, hoping mommy would save her from the monster. She didn't like how the warm, long, and sticky feeling thing felt. She could feel the thing going up deeper and deeper, and it hurt a lot. She felt something warm leaking out of her bottom. She accidentally shit herself from fright and pain. The monster didn't care. As a matter of fact, the monster enjoyed it. It let him know that he was accomplishing his challenge. His challenge to make a child squeal.

She squealed, alright. She squealed in melancholy, desolance, and pain.

She cried.

He didn't care.

He was screaming, but with pleasure. He even enjoyed how the shit felt. It couldn't get better than this.

As a matter of fact, it could.

He removed his bloody, shit covered penis from the filly's asshole. She whimpered softly, hoping this would end and that mommy and daddy would come back.

She'd see them again, but not in the way she expected.

"I bet you miss your mother and father. Well, as a matter of fact, I know where they are. I'll take you to them," Said the monster. His voice was shaky from taking in so much sexual pleasure.

He used levitation to grab a nearby sack filled with toys. He untied the string that kept it closed and turned the sack upside down, and dumped out the entire stash of toys onto the floor. He pushed the filly straight into the bag and closed it back up.

nineteen minutes later

"We're here, little one."

He opened the bag and threw the filly straight against the wall, causing her to scream in pain from the impact of the cold, wooden wall. She caught a few splinters into her back and mane, as well. Her anus was still bleeding from the sexual encounter from earlier. She could feel the blood running down the back of her legs.

"I'll go get your parents." The monster walked ripped a poster of a funny-looking girl pony off of the wall, and kicked open the door. He was gone for a little bit, and the filly saw this as her chance to escape. She tried as hard as she could to stand up onto her hooves, but she had difficulty fighting the pain in her back. She felt pressure. She didn't want the monster to return before she managed to get out. She took in all her remaining willpower and finally managed to stand on her four hooves. She made her way to the door as fast as she could, but she couldn't get it open. The filly didn't know how to open doors with magic, and she couldn't stand on her back legs and try to push down the door handle with her front hooves, since that would cause her back to hurt even more. She then decided to run upstairs. She saw a room at the top of the stairs, though she saw lots of blood in it. It was scary but she had to go in there to hide from the monster. She ran in there and hid behind the desk. She cried softly to herself. Mommy and daddy weren't there to save her, but didn't mommy promise that they would always be together? Why would mommy break a promise? Before the filly could completely immerse herself in her emotions, she heard the voice of the monster, yelling from downstairs.

"I HAVE YOUR PARENTS, LITTLE ONE! I MADE A FEW CHANGES TO THEM THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE!"

The filly cried harder, and a little louder. She was shaking in fear. What did the monster do to her parents? She would soon find out, as she heard the monster stomping his way upstairs. She was suddenly carried by the same levitation spell from earlier. As the monster walked down the steps, the filly could see her parents...at least, what was left of them. They had no heads.

This scared, as well as scarred the filly instantly. She was completely speechless and terrified at what she just saw.

Mommy and daddy were dead.

The monster killed mommy and daddy.

"You see, little one, before your daddy died, he never got anyone to suck his cock. Now, as you can see, I already tried my hand at it..." The monster looked at the filly directly in the eyes. She saw white stuff that looked like toothpaste all over the monster's mouth. "...But he wanted his daughter, otherwise known as YOU, to do it for him. So now it's time to make your father proud!"

The monster dropped the filly on the floor. She landed on her rump. The pain from the impact made her yelp quietly.

Daddy was laying on his back. His wee-wee was visible. Was this what the monster wanted her to "suck on"? She assumed so. She wanted to make her daddy happy, after all, he and mommy were watching her from the Haven in the Clouds, right? If they were watching her, they wanted her to be good and make daddy happy, right?

So she did.

She sucked on daddy's wee-wee.

It tasted bad, but she didn't care. She just wanted daddy to be happy and proud.

She sucked on it for a little bit, taking in and unintentionally savoring the bad taste. It tasted worse than the medicine the doctors give when someone feels sick.

She wouldn't stop sucking. Not until daddy was proud.

A few minutes passed, and the monster told her to stop. That must mean daddy's proud now, right?

"Lay down."

The filly stood there, dumbfounded. It wasn't time to go to sleep yet, the sun was still up! Why did she have to lay do-

"LAY DOWN OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

The filly peed out of shock and fear. She laid down, unfortunately she laid right in the puddle of urine she just released from her bladder.

The monster turned the filly over onto her back, and he stood right over her. He put his wee-wee right into her own pee-hole. It didn't feel good. It made her cringe and whimper softly. The monster didn't care, though. She could feel him peeing up her pee-hole. That didn't feel good, either. She whimpered a bit louder and started crying again. The monster slapped her in the head with his right front hoof. It took about 20 seconds for him to stop peeing. He ripped his hard, big wee-wee right out of the small pee-hole of the filly. The big wee-wee caused her pee-hole to tear open a little, and the inside of her pee-hole hurt really bad.

"Open your mouth," demanded the monster. She did as told. He sat right on her face and began to shit. It took a few seconds for the hard, big pieces of shit to slowly exit from his anus and land in the filly's small mouth, and it went down her throat. She choked and gagged on the hard pieces of shit, but he didn't care. He kept shitting down into her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow every piece, with no option to spit it out, or chew. After one minute passed, he was finally done taking a shit into his personal toilet.

"Well, did that taste good?" Asked the monster. His only response was the irritating whimpers of the filly.

"Let me go get your mommy."

The monster moved the corpse of the dead mother right next to the filly.

"You're gonna get to see your mommy like you never did before!"

He grabbed the filly with levitation, and slowly stuck her between the dead mother's buttocks. He forced the child in deeper and deeper until the mother's anus began tearing. When he heard the anal flesh rip, he jammed the filly as deep as he could, with great force. He released his grip of the filly and then stuck his penis in the dead mother's anus. He could feel the filly with his dick, and he could hear her choking for air. The monster quickly took out and put his penis back in the ass over and over, until he finally cummed. The filly could feel the unpleasant warm stream of semen wash over her. Quite a bit of it got into her mouth, and she choked on it. The monster retracted his penis, and began to grip the filly with magic once more. This time, he used all of his strength to yank the filly out of her mother's anus. He did it so quickly that the flesh in the mother's asshole completely tore open, and blood quickly leaked its way out of it. The monster threw the filly into the wall again, leaving her to suffer with her back in searing, soul-crushing, mutilating pain in a puddle of semen, and dripping with blood, semen, and liquid fecal matter. Some of the various matter dripped into her mouth. It tasted horrible, and she quickly spit it out.

"You and me, we'll be together forever," said the monster with a smile on his face.

The filly cried harder than ever before. The monster walked over to her. Then he made her lay on her back, causing her to scream in bloodcurdling pain. The monster ignored this, and forcibly stuck his bleeding, pulsing, semen-and-shit covered penis into her fragile anus once more. The filly cried and yelped louder than ever before. The monster ignored this, too. He urinated up the filly's anus until his bladder was completely empty. The filly's crying became out of control, and she vomited all over the herself, and the monster's face. He liked it. He eagerly licked every little piece of puke off his face and swallowed it down faster than a famished dog. He licked most of the vomit off of the filly's body, as well.

After five brutal, painful, agonizing minutes, he finally retracted his penis from the filly's bleeding, cut, and sore anal cavity. He grabbed her with levitation, and threw her down into the room where he brought her dead parents from. She screamed as she rolled down the cold stone steps as her back was on the verge of snapping. She landed in the tiny square room. She heard the monster shut the door and lock it. The broken filly cried herself to the point of hyperventilation and thought about her mommy and daddy until she finally went to sleep. Before closing her eyes, the filly sputtered out one last sentimental sentence.

"Mommy....daddy...I love you..."

She cooed a song to herself. "Oh.....my...love..."

Deep Shit

La Violación snapped back into reality, as a brown unicorn's erect, veiny penis hovered right over her delicate head. To her very mild surprise, it was not dripping with semen, nor was it inserted into any gap of her body leading into her fleshy interior...yet.

"I'm sorry that I have to do this," said Jules, who was prepared to violate her against both of their wills. "I just really don't wanna lose my dick, y'know?" The filly gave her a frightened look.

Jules stood motionless and his vision was fixed on the quivering, terrified child in front of him, as he contemplated ways to get out of the situation. La Violación laid on the filthy wooden floor, barely ready to take whatever punishment she was going to receive. Her small, sleek, and shit-covered rump was sore and bleeding from the many other punishments she had received within the past year, while her tight, shaven, aching vagina was going through the same ordeal as her tarnished, unkempt, broken rear.

The two ponies were completely silent (aside from La Violación, who was whimpering softly) and motionless, and they remained this way for about three minutes before Chimmie spoke up.

"Are you going to make a move, big man?" said Chimmie, while staring intently at his sword, then taking a quick glance at Jules' rump. Vincent was knocked out cold with a mysterious spell just before Jules was let out of his chair, as Chimmie did not want witnesses other than himself.

Jules felt a shiver go down his spine upon hearing those words. He had to make a move, and he had to do it quick.

"Uh...yes." Jules let out a nervous sigh as he carefully laid the emotionally and mentally broken child on her back. She was defecating in pure terror, covering her already unclean tail and the floor around her in fecal matter. She had a case of explosive diarrhea, so that only added to the area of the mess. Quite a bit of it splashed onto Jules, mostly on his hooves and face, but also on his penis. He was trying to hold back nausea, not only from the shitty event, but also because he would have to torture this child further...or else he and his friend would be tortured for life.

Jules hovered right above the child, as his penis dangled right above her small, skinny torso. He swung it straight into the filly's mouth, and she sucked on it. She could taste her feces, combined with the taste of unicorn penis. To her, his penis and her poop were colored exactly the same, so it was odd that they tasted different. Nonetheless, the taste made her cringe, and she could feel a rush of chunky vomit headed straight up her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it down along with the somewhat hardened chunks of diarrhea which were and the semen squirting from Jules' urethra. Jules took unwanted sexual pleasure. The ejaculation was against his will. He couldn't stop it. La Violación could hear his moans from his orgasm, as well as his agony. He hated that he had to rape a filly, and the filly hated having to taste shit, semen, and vomit all at once, for the second time that month.

"Yes, yes, keep going, you filthy filly-fucker!" shouted Chimmie enthusiastically. He was sitting on his rump, furiously masturbating to the shitty oral sex he was witnessing. He was also shitting himself in pure excitement. He took it upon himself to stand up, smash the pile of sat-on feces with his hooves, dunk his penis into the smashed pile of shit until his penis was completely covered in fecal matter, then licked his smashed shit completely clean off the floor, then sat back down and continued masturbating, while the occasional chunk of shit flew in his face. It sometimes went into his mouth, and he had no problem with that. Whenever that happened, he just quickly and ecstatically swallowed it down.

La Violación continued sucking Jules' penis. A few minutes later, she could no longer taste fecal matter. She kept sucking anyway, she wanted to make mommy and daddy happy about the strong mare they made together. Jules eventually retracted his saliva-ridden penis from her mouth, and stuck it straight into her bleeding, burning vagina. He simply stood there, looking down and the terrified and panting filly that he just raped. La Violación couldn't stand the pain and tried to shit herself again. This time, however, she did not have a case of diarrhea. Instead, she had constipation. The brown, large and hardened turd peaked its tiny end outside her rotten, filthy, bloody, and desquamated ass cheeks. She didn't have the strength nor motivation to defecate the rock-hard shit, so she left it the way it was. What was going to happen if Jules was commanded to rape her in the buttocks? Surely anal intercourse would be impossible then, right? Of course, to Chimmie, nothing was impossible.

"Now, I demand that you stick your penis in her ass."

Jules gave Chimmie a quick, cold look of pure disinterest and mirthlessness. He turned his head back to the filly, whom was terrified and shaking violently. She knew what was going to happen next. Jules' expression seemed to indicate that he was wondering how in the hell anal intercourse would work with a lodged piece of shit stuck in the filly's anus.

Jules laid the emotional wreck of a filly onto her stomach, then slowly and nervously positioned himself for giving anal intercourse. He intentionally dragged out this process, as he was by no means excited about what he was going to do. He hesitated letting his penis touch the grimy, rock-solid shit. Chimmie, of course, was growing tired of waiting and shouted at Jules to "hurry up". Deciding that he would rather have infected genitals than no genitals at all, he eventually let his semi-erect penis rest just a few centimeters away from the solid, un-shat-out shit. A few minutes later, he grabbed his penis using his two front hooves (he was sitting on his ass) and rubbed his hooves up and down for about thirty seconds until his penis became fully erect. He then tried forcing his penis against the rock-hard and stuck piece of shit, in hopes that it would push right back up her rectum and into her colon. He grunted in pain for quite a bit as he kept trying to use his cock as a method of putting the shit back where it came from. Finally, after three minutes, the shit disappeared from view and ended up in the filly's anal cavity. She shrieked with pain and discomfort, as she felt the stone-hard, oversized turd grind its way through her anus, and ended up near the end of her colon.

A few seconds later, an unknown pony came bursting through the door. Everyone in the room (except Vincent, who was as out-cold as a woman snorting heroin) saw the unexpected guest. He (or she) simply ran away. Chimmie closed the door and demanded Jules to resume fucking.

Jules thrusted in and out of her rectum, the usual method of anal sex. He could no longer feel the shit touching his dick, so the exclusion of that made the anal experience a bit less unpleasureable.

Chimmie, whom was literally shitting himself with happiness, screeched with eardrum-piercingly loud delight. "NOW THAT'S HOW YOU DO A BOWEL MOVEMENT!"

After a few more minutes, Jules finally retracted his cock from La Violación's fragile, broken anus.

"Good enough for you?" Jules asked Chimmie while still staring into the filly's eyes, with a pinch of anxiety in his voice.

"Very, very! I enjoyed that performance, Julie-boy. You're a class act! But I'm afraid you're not quite done yet."

Jules could feel his heart sink. What the hell did this madman have in store for him next?

"You see, while I enjoyed that very shitty performance, I'm afraid I haven't quite laughed myself to death in a while. Remember my friend whom you murdered earlier? Well, I bet you'd love to spend some nice, quality, sexy sex time with him, wouldn't ya?"

Jules stood on all fours, then turned around looked Chimmie directly in the eyes. He couldn't refuse. If he did, he'd never be able to piss again. All Chimmie had to do was stomp his hoof on the ground with his eyes closed, and the corpse of the zebra from earlier ended up straight in front of Jules.

"Fuck it," demanded Chimmie. "Then I'll let you and your asshole friend go. Start with the neck."

Jules slowly paced his way to the exposed, fuckable neck of the zebra. Surely it would be easier to fuck a headless zebra in the neck than to fuck a constipated filly in the ass, right?

Chimmie stomped his hoof again. A batch of rock-hard, large turds appeared out of nowhere, lodged straight into the dead zebra's esophagus.

Jules felt a rush of adrenaline come over him. He needed to get him and Vincent out of there as quick as he could. He quickly stuck his penis down the bloody, meaty throat of the corpse. He let out a bloodcurdling scream when his erect, veiny, pulsing cock rammed straight into the turds, which felt like boulders. Chimmie chuckled to himself upon hearing his screams and watching his pain. The skin on the head of Jules' penis begun to tear off, and it was bleeding. He once again forcibly thrust his penis through the lodged turds, and his cock ended up being stuck between four of the turds. With the stone-hard shit piercing the soon-to-be-decaying flesh of his erect penis, Jules let out another horrifying scream. Chimmie chuckled louder than before, then shit himself again.

With a thrust of strength, Jules forcibly yanked and unlodged his cock out of the boulder-like turds. His penis was an erect, bleeding, and somewhat shitty mess.

Chimmie notioned Jules to stand still, then slowly walked over to the headless zebra. He carefully put the razor-sharp side of his sword right into the end of the zebra's penis shaft, which connected to his scrotum. He slowly made an up-and-down motion with the sword, slowly cutting deeper into the meat of the penile shaft until the penis fell clean off onto the wooden, moldy, shitty floor. All that was left of the zebra's genitals was a lone scrotum. Chimmie stabbed the zebra right in the scrotum, quickly twisting the sword to form a perfectly round, meaty, soft, easily penetratable hole. It was like a second anal cavity. He retracted his sword and ordered Jules to penetrate it.

The black unicorn got on his back hocks and tucked his mildly erect cock into the dead zebra's newfound scrotum hole. He thrusted as usual, though it was very odd to be fucking a man in his genitals (Granted, the zebra had only half of his genitalia intact) and as his penis became more erect, he could feel the zebra's sacrum.

Before he knew it, once he became even more erect, Jules' penis got stuck. Where, you ask? Why, in the sacrum, of course!

Jules tried to pull out his cock, but it was no use. He tried pulling harder, but it only caused him mild pain. He certainly didn't want to dislocate his penis, now did he?

"That's part of the process!" yelled Chimmie. "What's the matter, Jules? Got a boner? Ha! Ha! HA!"

Jules caught onto the fact that attempting to yank out his cock was only making him get a bigger erection, because since his penis was rubbing against something (In this case, a sacrum) he was unintentionally attempting to masturbate. But it was too late; he had a full-on erection, and it wasn't going to shrink anytime soon.

Jules cringed as the rock-hard bones dug into his penis' skin like a fist attempting to drill through a chest. Surely pain would make the erection stop, right?

Wrong. In fact, the pain got gradually worse, and when it did, his penis dripped cum.

Two minutes later, he ejaculated.

He ejaculated into a dead zebra's scrotum and onto his sacrum.

"Oh my god," thought Jules to himself. "I have a pain fetish."

His penis was finally shrinking. One minute later, his erection was gone and he finally slid his penis out of the zebra's bone and scrotum.

"Now, masturbate," commanded Chimmie.

With about five seconds of hesitation, Jules sat on his rump and grabbed his aching, bloody penis with his two front hooves, and rubbed his wounded cock up and down, slowly and calmly.

"DO IT FASTER, NIGGER!" barked Chimmie with profound glee and pride in his voice. As he let out the racist slur, a tiny piece of suit dropped from his anus onto the spot floor where he usually sat, which was covered with crushed shit and liquidy fecal matter.

Jules rubbed a little bit faster now. The searing pain of the loose skin being torn off his bony, bloody cock as he rubbed was nearly unbearable, but he had to do it, for himself and his friend.

Friendship...that was a funny thing to Jules. Not "ha-ha" funny, but funny as in puzzling. He never knew exactly what it was before, but he remembered the people in Ponyville, and how well they all got along. It seemed that, maybe, Ponyville had a lesson to teach, one that Jules wanted to lear-

"FASTER!!" yelled Chimmie, as he shit himself once more and laughed maniacally.

Jules rubbed faster than ever. The skin on his cock was practically shedding.

His penis bled even more, like a tiny, flowing river of red, thick water.

He could feel the warm semen rushing its way up the innards of his penis.

He rubbed more.

The semen flowed out of his urethra like a rushing waterfall.

He screamed in pain and orgasm.

The rush of semen slowly ended as it dripped out of his dickhole, and onto the floor in front of him.

It was over.

He and his friend could finally get out of this hell.

Chimmie stomped his two front hooves maniacally and laughed to the point where his lungs could have possibly scrunched up from lack of air. He laughed for about two minutes, then hurriedly breathed in for air.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING! FUCKING FUCK FUCKING AMAZING!! YOU'D BE A DECENT SEX SLAVE, YOU BIG NIGGER!"

Chimmie was completely shameless in everything he did. His manner of speech, his public bowel movements, and his sexual atrocities. He loved everything he said, and everything he did.

"Does this mean-"

"Yep, you're free to go. Your just need to do one more job, though." Chimmie quickly walked over and stood in front of Jules, and gave him a passionate kiss. He forcibly stuck his tongue into Jules' mouth, then retracted himself. Jules could faintly taste feces. He'd definitely need some mouth wash after this whole ordeal.

"You two can leave now," said Chimmie, as he was untying a half-awake Vincent.

That Day I'll Cry

sweet apple acres

"Big sis, where ya goin'?" asked Applebloom.

"Ah gotta run ta the outskirts of the Everfree Forest, alone," replied Applejack. "Ah promise I'll be alright."

"Why's that, sis? I don't want'ya ta get hurt by..." Applebloom gulped in fright. "...monsters!"

Applejack chuckled, then ruffled her little sister's mane playfully. "Ah'm just goin' right outside the forest ta pick up a book Twilight left behind when she went there for her research. She's busy studyin' right now, so I'm gonna get it and bring it to Spike."

"Ahl'righty then, come b'yack soon!"

"Ah will, little sis."

thirty one minutes later

Applejack was at the edge of the Everfree Forest, looking for the book Twilight lost.

"Hmm...she said the last place it coulda been was by'a little hut..." Applejack took her sight off the ground and looked forward, only to find...a little hut. Applejack could hear a somewhat faint noise coming from it. It was a little concerning, but she chalked it up to the fact that it was ran-down, so it could've been creaky floors. Applejack turned her attention to the ground again as she continued to seek the lost book.

"Ah-ha! Found it!"

Just as the "it" escaped from her redneck, apple-munching lips, she heard an ear-piercing scream coming from the supposedly abandoned hut.

Without a second thought, she charged straight through the front door and into the living room. Her sense of smell was blasted with the foulest of odors, a combination of so many filthy odors, one could not simply name them all. But the only thing worse than what she smelled was what she saw; A yellow unicorn shitting himself all over the floor, but what really shocked Applejack was the other thing she saw; A child, probably around Applebloom's age, being horribly violated; A large, brown stallion digging his way into the child's precious genitals.

Applejack secretly hated niggers.

She just saw a nigger rape an innocent child.

She wanted to kill that nigger.

When she was a young filly, probably around 4 years old, a nigger almost kidnapped her. A swift kick to the balls rendered him incapable of movement. About a week later, Applejack was reading an issue of "Ponyville Daily". On the front page, it said the Equestrian Knights Force arrested him for raping a foal to death, then executed him four days after his arrest. Served that nigger right.

Snapping back into reality, Applejack ran away. She ran back to Ponyville as fast as she could in order to get help. There was no way she would take that guy and that nigger alone.

fourteen minutes later

"HELP! HELP! THERE'S A NIGGER RAPING A CHILD IN THE FOREST!"

Nearly everyone in the square turned their eyes onto Applejack. Twilight looked out the window of her treehouse. She heard Applejack's plea. She walked out and questioned Applejack.

"AJ, what's this about a nigger?"

"Ah saw one! With ah big afro on his head that was this big!" Applejack made a circle in the air with her two front hooves to form an over-dramatization of the size of the nigger's afro. "Just like all them niggers wear! HE WAS FUCKIN' THAT CHILD RIGHT IN THE ASS AND YOU'RE JUST STANDING HERE ASKING ME QUESTIONS!!"

"Oh...fuck. AJ, don't hate me for this, but..."

"But what, Twilight?"

"I know who you're talking about. I saw him today. He was with some white unicorn, they had amnesia, so I gave them lessons on-"

"Ya taught that nigger some magic?"

Twilight nodded.

"Ah can't believe ya did that, Twilight. Ah jus' can't believe it. Here ah thought you didn't like them evil watermelon-crop-emptying pieces ah shit."

"AJ, I didn't know the nigger was a rapi-"

Applejack turned her gaze away from Twilight and onto the crowd of citizens around her. "Follow me, everypony! We've gotta save that poor child, and ah mean NOW!" Applejack folded her cowboy hat into a KNC (Kill-Niggers-Club) hood; it was cone shaped, and had two holes for the eyes. When it was shaped like a regular cowboy hat, the holes were hidden inside the brim. She, along with pretty much the entire population of Ponyville, ran to the edge of the Everfree Forest to catch - and hopefully kill - that stupid rapist nigger.

seventeen minutes later

Vincent and Jules were running out of the hut.

"I can't thank you enough, man. You saved my ass."

"No, I saved BOTH of our asses, at the cost of my dignity."

As the two mobsters ran away from the scene of the crime and deeper into the Everfree Forest, they could hear many, many, many other hoofsteps.

"Fuck, we're being chased, aren't we?" asked Jules, rhetorically.

"Hopefully not."

"They fuckin' know what we did, they know what we did..."

"Probably, the most we can do for now is just run, man."

The duo kept running. A few minutes later, they could no longer hear the (supposed) mob coming after them.

"I think they stopped," said Jules. "They're probably at that run-down shack thing."

"Keep running," replied Vincent. "If they start runnin' again, they're definitely gonna be headed our way."

meanwhile, at chimmie's place

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!" yelled Applejack. The mob she brought with her was wondering the same thing...perhaps this "nigger" wasn't there, and neither was the child. Most of the townspeople didn't know Applejack very well, so they thought she was capable of lying. They still stuck around, though, just to see where things went. They didn't come all this way for nothing. The majority of them were very, very repulsed at the condition of the home. Fecal matter caked the wooden planks that made up the floor. Dried blood and semen were splattered on the wooden wall. It was unbearable living conditions.

Applejack ran upstairs. All she found was a very bloody spot behind the desk in the only second floor room. She was growing desperate to find and rescue that child. She ran downstairs and ordered everyone to exit the home.

"ALRIGHT, EVERYPONY! I BET THEY WENT INTO THE EVERFREE FOREST! LET'S ALL GO IN THERE AND FIND 'EM!"

The mob stood still, murmuring the situation amongst themselves. Nearly all of them dismissed Applejack as a "freak", "racist", or a "liar", then slowly walked back to their homes. The only one who didn't move was Twilight.

"Applejack, I really think your old memory of almost being kidnapped is starting to play tricks on you for some reason. There's no "nigger" or child here, and I highly doubt they fled into a place as dangerous as the Everfree Forest," Twilight gave Applejack a comforting look. "Common, lets head back home and talk about it."

"Naw. Ah saw what ah saw, nuthin' ya say or do will convince me otherwise. Ah'm goin' after them."

"AJ-"

"Then ya'll can puss out and go back to ya homes, while ah'm out actually helpin' somepony."

Applejack took off into a gallop, and disappeared within the forest.

"APPLEJACK, WAIT!" Twilight rushed after her.

meanwhile, behind the hut

"Ha, ha. And you were gonna try to yell to them for help? Fuck no, you little scummy shit-sucking whore. You're gonna stay with me, or else you die."

Chimmie's had the filly's mouth covered with his hoof, along with his penis lodged in her broken, bleeding vagina. "You say one word, and I'll stick this thing so far up there, it'll go out your nose."

La Violación had enough of this. She wanted to get away from this monster desperately, even if it meant not making mommy and daddy proud. She kicked off Chimmie with her hind legs and unlodged his penis from her cunt. She broke off into a gallop and disappeared within the trees, going straight forward from behind the hut. Chimmie just sat there, watching her run.

"Goddamn, she was such a fine slut. But now I got the whole town into a rut. I made a nigger lodge shit up her butt. And now I know that escape will end the slut."

Chimmie marched back into the hut through the front door. He spawned his sword out of thin air again, and held the sharp, steel edge to his neck. He then pulled back the sword a bit, then swung it straight into his neck. His head flew straight into the air, with a smiling, happy expression plastered on its face, as it went tumbling down the stairs leading to La Violación's room. The monster was dead...at least, one of them.

La Violación kept running for her life. It was getting close to sunset. The forest was getting darker with every minute. While looking back, she ran into a tree, and was promptly knocked out cold. The last thing she heard before blacking out was the sound of approaching hoofsteps.

five minutes later

La Violación woke up in a forest clearing, surrounded by odd-looking earth ponies wearing skirts and masks.

She barely managed to whimper out a few words. "P-Please don't h-hurt me..."

The earth ponies didn't respond. It was as if they couldn't understand plain Equish! Even little fillies can understand it, why couldn't those big ponies?

One of the earth ponies, who was wearing a wooden mask that was coated green and had a sad expression and wooden horns which were curved downward protruding from the sides, stood right above La Violación. He seemed to be the leader. She was worried that he was going to rape her again. She couldn't shift herself because of the stuck, constipated shit which was forced back up her rectum. Her colon was in serious pain.

The "Green One" gently rubbed his left front hoof down La Violación's face. He then reached down to give her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. Their tongues were in each others mouths. La Violación's cheeks went rosy. Could she...could she have discovered love?

The Green One released his lips, and reached back up, staring straight into her beautiful, wet eyeballs. He started to get an erection, but tried desperately to stop it by thinking of horrible, horrible thoughts.

Thinking about them didn't stop it, so he tried saying them out-loud in his native language.

The rest of the tribecolts heard him. The Green One tried to stop them, but it was too late. The Blue One, who wore a wooden mask that was coated blue and had no horns, used a sharp wooden spear to impale The Green One through his chest. La Violación screamed in terror. She didn't know it was against the law of the Ranbuk tribe to take back orders.

The Red One, who wore a happy-faced mask coated red and had one horn at the top which point upwards, punched La Violación straight in the head with as much force as he possibly could muster. La Violación loudly whined in agony as she felt the searing pain of her broken lower jaw. The Red Walk stepped aside. The Blue One came up next. This time, he was holding a small strip of sharp wood in his right hoof, clenched like a human fist.

He raised his right hoof, directly above La Violación's head, blocking the blindingly bright sun from her view. She was whimpering in fear. She knew she couldn't get away. These monsters would catch her.

The Blue One struck the strip of wood straight into La Violación's raw, fleshy, nearly-mutilated vagina. She almost screamed in pure agony, but the Blue One forced her mouth shut with his left hoof. He twisted the pointy strip of wood, sinking it deeper and deeper into her stinging, bleeding genitalia. La Violación pissed herself, even though it hurt like the dickens since a sharp piece of wood was lodged within her tiny vaginal opening. Her urine was mixed with the blood from her aching pussy. As quick as he lodged it in, he yanked it right out of her terribly abused cunt, causing her to piss even more, even though it hurt like fucking hell. Since she still couldn't scream since her mouth was covered, she cried many many tears. It brought joy to the Blue One to know that he fulfilled his leader's orders...at least, one of them.

The Purple One was up next. He had a mask coated purple with an irate expression, and no horns. He seemed to be moaning, as if he were in pain from holding something back. He sat right on La Violación's head, her head stuck between his ass cheeks, and his anus making contact with her mouth. Unfortunately for La Violación, she was gasping for air as the Purple One sat on her face, thus, her mouth remained open and she could not close it. Before she knew it, she felt something sliding into her mouth. It was feces, of course. The Purple One had to take a shit, and La Violación was his toilet. The soft, mushy turds flowed into her mouth and down her throat like a waterfall. She was used to forced coprophilia anyway, so the taste didn't bother her much. The Purple One let out a loud fart as several tiny chunks of shit escaped his anus and traveled into La Violación's mouth. The Purple One stood up, and walked back. La Violación let out a desperate cough, gasping for air amongst her tears of agony from the pain of her searing vagina. All she wanted to do was go home, to see mommy and daddy again. This evil place wasn't home. She wanted to be with mommy and daddy, where it was nice and safe and clean.

The Orange One was up next. He wore a neutral-faced orange mask with one straight-pointed horn on the left side. He was carrying a golfball-sized rock. He crouched down to get a deep, long look at La Violación tattered cunt. He thought he could make it even worse.

He put his left hoof down onto her chest, with a firm amount of weight put on it as to be sure she wouldn't move. He raised his right hoof into the air, and swung it down straight into her tight, bloody pussy. The rock was now lodged in her small, fucking agonizingly-painful vagina. He still had a grip on the rock. He forced it down into her small little tunnel while her screams of sheer fucking agony were muted by the hoof of the Purple One. The Orange One continued forcing the rock deeper and deeper up her pussy, and it wasn't long before his hoof ended up shoved in there, as well. La Violación cried forcefully and nearly fainted from lack of oxygen. She wanted to pass out, because she knew she wouldn't wake up. She knew she would be with mommy and daddy soon. She just needed to let the orange monster end her. It didn't take long for the rock to reach her cervix, and for half of his leg to be shoved up there. He quickly and forcefully retracted this leg from the vagina, as he stepped back and the remaining tribe members watched her squeal and writhe in pain and agony.

As she let out one more stream of tears, she exhaled for the final time.

She closed her eyes, and dropped her head to the ground.

She stopped breathing only seconds later.

La Violación was dead.

meanwhile, jules and vincent continue their pointless running

"How much farther until we can stop?"

"Stop complaining, Vince. We need to keep going."

The two could hear hoofsteps. Someone was chasing them, fo' sho'.

"Keep moving."

"Muthafucka, does it look like I'm standing still?"

"Run faster, there's some crazy bitch runnin' straight towards us at full fuckin' speed."

"I'm running as fast as I can, and I'm pretty sure you are too!"

"She's getting closer, man, what the fuck should we do?"

"Why not, oh, I don't know, hide in those fucking trees to your right!"

Vincent launched himself straight out of the path and disappeared within said trees. Jules did the same.

"Keep quiet, don't make a move," said Vincent. "This is our only shot."

After about fifteen seconds, the hoofsteps were closer than ever.

"AH KNOW YA'LL HERE SOMEWHERE! COME OUT NOW, YA BIG NIGGER AND YA STUPID WHITE-TRASH FRIEND AF HIS!!"

Applejack, still wearing her KNC hood, stood still. She contemplated her next move for a second, then did a 360-degree turnaround. She didn't see her targets.

"Ah know ya motherfuckers ar'round here somewhere..."

The hidden mobsters remained silent. Applejack had a somewhat...curious look on her face as she looked at the batch of trees on the right side of the path. She slowly walked toward it.

Jules felt a bit nervous, but remained silent nonetheless. Vincent was quiet as well.

Applejack took a long gaze within the trees.

She saw them.

She didn't say a word. Neither did her targets.

She found the nigger and his friend.

It was time for payback, it was time to avenge that poor child.

She grabbed a blade that she kept hidden in the sack she wore around her neck, which she donned when she went to find Twilight's book.

"RUN, JULES!"

Jules sprang out of the trees, leaping over Applejack. She swung her small blade in the air, just barely missing Jules' back left leg. Vincent ran out a few milliseconds later, however, he wasn't so lucky; he was stabbed straight between the eyes, then in the chest, then fell onto his side, and was gutted by the blade. Jules took off running down the path as fast as he could.

As he looked back, he saw what remained of his friend; A lifeless, gutless body.

The racist bitch chased after him, next.

He kept running.

He never stopped for one second.

Neither did she.

It was an endless race to a finish line that never came.

No one ended up victorious.

They just kept running.