Commission: Scarlet in the crimson color

Cold water splashed the unicorn's face, forcing him to wake up and see his dire situation. He was instantly met by Spectrum Slash who already had taken off her jacket. She stood silently just a hoof away from the chair he was strapped to, watching his shocked expression as his eyes locked onto her. The unicorn looked around in desperation, asking himself over and over what just happened. It was not until then he realized his horn was gone, a horrifying discovery he more than happily had forgotten if possible. The room he was in had all the things he never had hoped to see, covered with different tools made for sadists when used correctly. He tensed all of his muscles and strained the leather straps. It had suddenly dawned upon him what was going on.

“So you're awake now?” Red Gear asked ironically and caught the empty bucket Spectrum tossed to him. “Good.... then maybe you can help us”.

The unicorn grit his teeth and frowned. “I'll never help you! What did you do to Steel Vault?!” he then yelled. Red smirked and put aside the bucket so he could sit back on the edge of an empty table. The question was easily answered but he needed time to skip the parts where that package of muscles nearly had him killed. A few bruises were still on his face, but he was glad the jacket hadn't sustained any damage.

“You mean your body guard? Well, he died thanks to your generous donation of a horn. Luckily for us, it will now look like you killed him even if somepony would bother to get in the way of the secret police.... which I'm sure nopony will” he chuckled at the end and gave Spectrum a glance. She was still facing the strapped victim, waiting for the signal.

The unicorn shut his eyes and breathed. He accepted the fate of his friend since he knew what he was getting into. However, he simply couldn't forgive them for killing him. He had now decided to resist anything they would throw at him, endure and let himself be killed before he'd say something. Once he looked at Red again, he glared with all the hatred he could summon. Red raised an eyebrow.

“I take it by the look in your eyes that you won't cooperate very well. Like, for example, tell us the combination to the lock on your brief case?” he stated and pulled out the mentioned brief case from beneath the table and laid it on his lap. “Tell us the combination and you can leave”.

“Buck you!”.

“Very original. Spectrum?”.

And that was the signal for her. She had already planned what to start with. No silly attempts to make him talk, that was Red's job. He had insisted that she took the lead this time and used any means to loose the unicorn's tongue. Of course, he was to be able to talk, in other words nothing involving throat or vocal cords. Other than that, she was free to do whatever came natural. In all secrecy, Red Gear had taken the opportunity to watch Spectrum ravage another living being again. That raging hard-on he had forced himself to hold back was exactly what he wanted to feel again.

Spectrum proceeded directly to the table with the unicorn staring at the back of her head. She looked around and finally saw what she needed. A thin knife with an extremely sharp edge, perfect for what she had in mind. But suddenly she laid her eyes on something much more interesting. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she reached for the heavy tool.

The victim widened his eyes in worry, but Red simply raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. What was Spectrum planning with that electric drill?

She walked back with her tool of choice and got up on her hindlegs, taking the drill in her right hoof while the other one took a sturdy grip around the unicorn's head. She flipped the switch, causing the drill to buzz audibly as she moved intimidatingly close to the stump of his horn. A sinister grin decorated her face as the spinning tip licked the broken surface.

A scream so loud you couldn't imagine it being caused by anything else than extreme pain filled the room. Loose crumbles of the stump fell off and dust sprayed at first, but the blood started splattering within seconds once she had cracked the surface. A messy display of blood and horn dust stained Spectrum's face as the drill moved deeper towards his skull. No magic could venture through the horn, only excruciating pain and agony. The unicorn screamed and struggled for his life, unable to hold back the tears due to the knowledge of how close the drill was to his brain now. The physical feeling of having a large hole in the remains of his horn didn't settle his mind either. It was wide enough to fit a straw in it now, a fact Spectrum ignored. Sure, she could have brought some lemons and poured it down in the finely shaped orifice, but she was excited to try something else. The rush of sadism had only started in her head.

Red nodded his head, impressed with the decision to go for the old wounds. It had started out good, and it would hopefully improve by each passing event, or at least that was what he hopped for. But for now he had to stick to his mission.

“We are aware that this brief case contains vital information about the dissident group. At first we wanted to open it, but I know this model. It's reinforced and has a booby trap that springs when you try to force it open, causing a small detonation capable of destroying its content. So we need the combination...”.

The unicorn hesitated for a second, incapable to envisage the pain he suffered. He had made a fool of himself. This pain was so much more than he expected it to be. By the looks of it, this was only the beginning. The mare who had caused him this had put back the drill where she found it and was already occupied with the search for her tool. He gave up. They wouldn't quit until he told them the combination. If he did he could also just send a message that his allies had to move from their current location. And to be honest... he didn't want to die.

“Okay... o-okay, I'll tell...ghnn... I'll tell you” he groaned due to the pain, suffering an agonizing nightmare just by the feeling of blood pouring down from his forehead.

Red blinked. Was it already over? Did it only take that much to make him talk? A little disappointing, really. He had looked forward to see Spectrum torture this unicorn until he hardly could talk anymore. However, the mission was first at hoof. Thus, he sighed and told Spectrum to hold on for just a moment.

“6....1....8” he said between the gasps. Red rolled up the three numbers and gave the unicorn a serious look.

“And?”.

“That's all I know” he said with a grain of satisfaction. He spoke the truth, he had only been given half of the code, the part he was to tell the receiver of the brief case. They could do whatever they want to him now, he would only insist that he didn't know anything else. Red smiled.

“You thought you were so clever now, huh?” he said and, to the unicorn's great shock, flipped up the three other numbers. With a click, the brief case opened without setting off anything. The visible trap on the inside of the brief case was untouched and now easily removed by Red Gear's careful hooves.

“Wha... WHAT THE BUCK?!” the unicorn yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Too bad for you that mister Trotsky was so helpful with the information we needed to even give us a random set of numbers that was half the password to this brief case” he explained without spoiling what he had done even though it was obvious. The unicorn opened his mouth without making any noise. Red met him with a kind smile. “Thank you for your 'cooperation'. If you just had done what we said from the beginning, it didn't have to end like this”.

He was aware that was not the entire truth, but the orders said that the dissidents were to be disposed off in a way they found appropriate. And minding that Red still had some cravings for violence...

“Take care of him while I check the content, Spectrum” he said and sat down with the brief case.

The mentioned one brought up the knife she held earlier and approached her victim again. He begged for mercy even when she grabbed his jaw and flipped up the knife in her grip. She forced his mouth wide-open as she stabbed his cheek. The screams and splatters of blood returned, covering Spectrum's hooves. She wasn't done. Anypony could stab a cheek and walk away with it, but she demanded more of it. This fine little idea she had worked on was too inviting to be skipped.

She turned the knife, gored up and twisted the impaled cheek. The thin blade tore out pieces of flesh and enough blood to cover all of the unicorn's teeth. He struggled for his life and screamed. The harsh reality of his mortality came with a most terrifying insight, showing just how easily constructed his body was and why it was even easier to just tear I apart.

A slight glance from the brief case gave Red the image he wanted. He was however not as impressed as he hoped for when he saw the preparation for a Chelsea grin. But once again, he was surprised by his new comrade. Spectrum didn't slice his cheek open as he expected. Instead she pulled out the knife and proceeded to stab the other one the same way, carefully carving up a small hole in all the flesh and blood. Then, she suddenly threw away the knife and dashed over to some of the tables with drawers beneath them. One after another was opened until she found the perfect piece of material she needed.

Red lost focus on the brief case and stared at the barbed wire Spectrum had in her hooves. He knew it was used to wrap up ponies and thus causing significant pain, but what he didn't know was Spectrum's true intentions with the dangerous wire.

The strapped unicorn trembled in pain and mental suffering. All this blood in his mouth brought out the worst imaginations from his mind, giving him a good dose of fear the moments before Spectrum grabbed his jaw again and forced it down. The reflection in his eyes showed the barbed wire getting carefully untangled from the blue hooves. It hurt clenching the barbs in her grip, but she knew the pleasure in her next step would compensate for it. She forced the wire in through the newly formed hole. The barbs cut up his cheek in a most agonizing way, rippling through his mouth and piercing the other hole as well. She let go off his jaw and grabbed the end that just came out, pulled out a little more and then started pulling the wire back and forth.

Red almost grimaced. The pure sadism in each rip radiated so much blood thirst that he didn't know where to place it. The unicorn screamed so loud that it hurt his own ears. He couldn't bite, knowing his teeth would get shredded from the gum and thus cause even more grievous ache. Spectrum was like possessed, intent to kill this pony slowly. She enjoyed watching every inch of the victim's flesh bulging and giving in to the brute force, moving towards his mouth in such a slow and sweet pace. In the end, she had shredded all the way to his lips, thus using all of her force to finally slice open the messy Chelsea Grin she had worked on for a while. The wire was completely covered in blood and pieces of flesh, dripping it over her hindlegs.

The victim simply sat still in terror. His wide, disfigured grin leaked blood and revealed most of his teeth in a gruesome display. He couldn't dream himself away from this, the reality was too real. He just wanted to go home...

In a flash, Spectrum smiled from the bottom of her murderous heart and struck the unicorn in his face. The brutal punch damaged his gums, the second one loosened the teeth, and the third one displaced some of them. Once the fourth and all the others assaulted him, teeth and blood splattered the chair and more of Spectrum's body. She got it in her hair and on the muzzle, continuously covering more and more of her in the slaughter. The endless blows didn't stop, nor did her will to continue.

The life in her hooves seeped away so slowly. The light in the unicorn's eyes died, slipped away to never exist again. The strength in her punches took it, they killed his fragile life and proved how weak it was. What once lived and breathed on the same earth as she did... was dying. She brought his life to the edge of death, and she longed for the moment to push him over it. For each punch she delivered, her own pain subsided and let loose a relishing feeling in her system. She felt the power, the strength to do as she pleased. It overjoyed her, brought her the happiness she always wanted. It was in her grasp, and noting would take it away from her ever again.

By the time she felt the tire in her forelegs, the unicorn's jaw had been punched clean off, the skull had been disfigured and his neck had snapped due to the constant strain from each punch. He was dead by far, and probably unrecognizable to anypony who knew him.

She looked at her hooves, astonished by the incredible relief she just went through. The exquisite taste of some other pony's blood in her mouth. The sate of her thirst was so engulfing that she couldn't find the words to describe it. As she turned to Red Gear, she saw a frozen pony consumed by his own lust. He had scratched the table in sexual frustration, wandered on the thin line between holding himself back and falling into the basic instincts of need.

She licked her blood stained lips with an alluring smile.

And that was it for Red Gear...

In a sexual rage, he leaped over the table and dashed at Spectrum. To his great amusement, she instantly ran towards the stairs leading out from the room. She reached the door and flew it open, entering the regular living room that nopony had used for a long time. The safe house was a regular looking home aside from the reinforced door leading to the interrogation room she just came from. In the next moment, she managed to take a single step before she was violently overpowered by the red stallion that had chased her the short way here. The thrill of being hunted by somepony who wanted you so badly was a whole different thing than being chased by ponies who wanted you for the crimes you had committed. And by that, she was more than glad to feel his weight on top of her.

Red tore of his jacket, for once ignoring if he damaged it. He then grabbed her hips and brought her closer to his throbbing stallionhood that screamed for her. Spectrum couldn't stop smiling, she loved the clumsy strokes on her wet labia, and then let out a most pleasurable moan once she felt the passionate penetration. She was so wet that her inner walls barely made any resistance when letting him in. His hard flesh went deeper and deeper inside her, ending up stuffing her full of cock and ecstasy.

Her flesh convulsed and squeezed Red's member, sending strong signals of pleasure to his brain. He had no control of his body for the moment. Right now he just had to mate with this mare if it so cost him everything he had. Not that he had much to pay, minding the mission was a success. And as much as relationship between agents weren't a recommended thing within the KGB, he simply didn't care anymore.

Spectrum didn't shoot back her hips, Red was doing a proper job slamming her behind with each thrust. His fitting stallionhood slid in and out, massaging her sweetest spots and widening her horizons of pleasure like a harbinger of innocence. This extreme feeling of having somepony you wanted more than anything was enough to bring her climax, and that her partner was passionate brought a spice that would force her to roll back her eyes in enjoyment. She clawed her hooves to the wooden floor and squeezed out her maximal satisfaction with a loud moan. Love juice poured out from her cunt and drenched Red's member. He shivered with excitement, imagining the taste of it on his tongue. This delicious nectar had to be in his mouth soon, else he would go mad and come already. He didn't want that to happen just yet, this was too good to end so soon.

He mustered additional strength and penetrated Spectrum balls deep, jerking her body as some saliva dripped from her lips and mixed with the stains of blood from her victim. Red then pulled himself out, splattering female cum all over the floor and turning the giggling mare around so he could see her on her back. She expected him to just change position, but he had a much more interesting thing in mind. He clenched his hooves around her thighs and spread them, revealing the warm flower drowning in nectar. His hunger brought out the beast, his need forced him to drink, nothing stood in his way to drag his tongue all over the tasty cunt he had wanted to feel.

Spectrum jumped as Red dived his mouth into the treat, jolts of excitement raped her mind in overwhelming waves that instantly sent her to a shock.

“Ooohhhh, shit! Ahh.... aaahhh! How... hah... what are yo-AAHHHH!” she yelled between the moans. This hadn't been the first time somepony had gone down on her, but this was most certainly the first time somepony made it feel like a ferocious beast mauled her marehood in a crazy scavenge for what was past her labia. Red's tongue flickered her pearl rapidly, drawing the alphabet with swift moves, painting the image of her sweet, sweet orgasm. Spectrum flailed her forelegs and jerked her thighs, finding it impossible to think about anything else than that tongue spreading her labia. She instinctively started thrusting, shaping the image of Red's cock being inside her again. Her eyes opened wide together with her mouth, and she came once again.... and again.

Red shut his eyes as the squirts of sticky cum filled his mouth. The warm nectar drowned his teeth and completely covered the tongue that had blessed him with this wonderful scenario. He gathered all of it that didn't hit his cheeks and chin and swallowed it audibly, a sound Spectrum loved to hear. She was sure he wouldn't continue now that he had received two orgasms from her in a row...

That was until he shot his tongue inside her. She couldn't understand why she still was so turned on and even less why she still felt so sensitive down there when it should be nearly numb. Red knew what he was doing. If he wanted his pussy juice, he would get it. He pierced her tight hole and rolled his agile tongue within the tight walls. She screamed her pleasure like it was killing her in a good way. Not that she knew how that was, but she knew deep within her that she could die happy now. With Red between her hindlegs, she didn't want anything else that what happened right now.

Uninterrupted swirls and twists brought out sweet vibrations through her soaked walls of pleasured flesh. She squeezed him, milking his tongue like it was the very stallionhood she recently had inside her. Red enjoyed it just as much as she did, if actually not more. This perfect fragrance of a mare in her mating session, spilling warm nectar right into his mouth. Whether orgasm or just love juice, he wanted more of it. He wanted to smear it all over his face and rub his stallionhood in it again, feel the incredible source of excitement in this very glorious liquid. He didn't plan on stopping, not even when Spectrum came for the fourth time. He just sucked it all up and gulped it down like the greedy beast he had turned into.

“Please....p-please... no more” she panted and grabbed his head with her fore hooves. “I'm gonna... hah... faint soon... hee hee”.

Red leaned up from the sore marehood and looked her in the eyes, chuckling back when understood what she meant. It was a little funny, but even more satisfying to hear that he hadn't lost his touch. He was about to ask what she wanted to do now when he had gotten what he wanted. Of course, he hadn't cum yet, but that was of little importance right now. However, he wasn't fast enough to ask, thus heavily overpowered by the mare who now wanted to practice her own fetish. She jumped at him and knocked him down on his back, leaving him vulnerable for her fetlock around his member and her tongue on his hind hooves. Red wasn't prepared for this, but none the less pleased by the gentle strokes on his erection.

Spectrum focused directly at Red's lower hoof, opening her mouth wide to get the whole thing inside her. She sucked hard and tried to move her squeezed tongue around as much as possible. Even though it now was crammed in her mouth due to the hoof, she didn't want to pull it out. Her need for it was way more than she could control, thus given all the attention it wanted. At first she was worried that Red would think she was weird just because not too many mares were into hoof fetishes, but once she opened her eyes and look at Red's face, she saw his amazed look on her. He didn't know what to say, jammed in the unexpectedly exciting surprise. He had never considered hoof fetishes, but now he knew that it wasn't so bad at all. In fact, the combination of jerking his dick off and sucking his hoof was a sensation he could get used to, but also way more exciting than he thought it'd be.

Spectrum groaned. She was so joyed to know she had found somepony who appreciated her fetish. She was actually so glad that she wanted to show her appreciation she knew every stallion loved. Thus, she let go off Red's now sticky hoof and decided to do something she never had given anypony before.

“Whew... that was ni- HOLY BUCKING SHIT!” he yelled and dropped his head to the floor. Spectrum had his cock in her mouth. She was embarrassed since it was her first time doing it, so she wasn't sure if she did a good job. Of course, listening to Red's sudden attack of gasps and noticing his extreme twitches like he was being electrocuted tipped her off that she wasn't doing a half bad job. Her head bobbed up and down along the shaft and covered it in rich saliva. The whole act was getting on personality, so she decided to suck as hard as she could on the tip and jerking him off again, only this time using all of her strength in it. Red grit his teeth to hold back the orgasm, cursing himself for trying to think about something else. He grabbed her head and tensed all of his muscles, enjoying the painfully sweet ecstasy until he felt it was going overboard.

He quickly pushed away Spectrum down on her back again, only this time taking control again by throwing himself over her and instantly guiding his dick inside her cunt again. It had taken too much on him now. The orgasm was soon impossible to hold back and he wanted her more than ever. Spectrum was there too. She had waited for him to cum, but he had proven to be way more persistent than that. But now was the time to go for the last move, so she spread her hindlegs and let him have his way with her.

Red shoved himself deep inside her, sending her through another highway of pleasure with his thrusting. He snorted for each slam and soon let his stomach touch hers. Spectrum embraced him with a foreleg and let the other one reach for his cutie-mark, massaging it carefully with a squeeze every now and then. She let him take her with all of his might and leave nothing but a numb, pleasured mare drenched in ecstasy.

“Yes, Red! Yes... feels so good.... feels so... hnnn.... good!” she moaned and answered his thrusts with her own towards him. Red laid down completely on Spectrum so he could reach down to her own cutie-marks. Now they mated lustfully while massaging each others signs of talent, sharing passionate kisses in which they both wandered deep into the opposite mouth.

Spectrum was gone in the thick mist of pleasure. Red's cock pulled out almost all the way and then went balls deep again and again, tensing her body enough to produce one last orgasm before she would finally lay limp on the floor. Red was on his border too, just a few seconds from losing the last wall in his mental defense. Spectrum moaned rapidly in a high pitch. She had never gone this far in number of orgasms, so now she couldn't hide the excitement from getting her fifth and best climax so far. The sweet noises gave Red his last kick to let it all go. His sweat poured, his muscles cramped, and his dick was filled to the brim with will.

A giant ocean of fire lit up their minds, drained the heat in a tornado of chills and cooled it down to a thick layer of ecstasy. Everything cracked in an explosion of immeasurable power, sending both mating lovers into a rage of heat that combusted their souls into one being. Suddenly, they embraced each other around the waists and screamed out the final moan.

A gush of semen rushed from Red's stallionhood and filled Spectrum's inside at the same moment her own orgasm met his. All of it first entered her womb, then overflowed and filled her tight inner walls only to finally splatter from her cunt in a perverted, filthy show of mating. Their climaxes had united and now poured from the blue mare's marehood. She absolutely loved it, just like Red did. They never let go of each other, not even when the cum slowly dried on their bodies together with all the blood...

Hours later, way past the shower they had taken together, when Luna's night had taken over the sky and bathed Moosecow in a healthy glow of lunar light, Red Gear and Spectrum Slash laid in the bedroom of the safe house. They had taken time cleaning up the mess and disposed the body of the pony that had been in the interrogation room. The mission had been a success, that was what commander Polkan had told them through a call. They had been given the rest of the day off and told to keep a low profile until further notice. An order they more than happily obliged to.

Now they spooned in the bed, resting comfortably under the warm blanket. Red had his hoof over Spectrum's cutie-mark, moving it smoothly just to remind himself of the nice feeling. The mare looked into the corner of her eyes, seeking contact with words she had wanted to say since the end of their lovemaking.

“Red?”.

He was still awake.

“Yeah?”.

“Thank you”.

“For what?” he asked curiously. Spectrum didn't hesitate. She didn't feel the need for it in Red's presence.

“For everything. I never imagined that we would meet a that bar in Ponyville, nor any of this happening. It feels like... I've found my reason to live now. And it's all thanks to you”.

There was a blush on her cheeks. Red smirked, agreeing that all of this felt unreal. He was grateful too, knowing this was probably the first and last mare he ever would fall in love with... for real. Thus, he leaned over her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek. He had something to say too,

“Spectrum?”.

“Yeah?”.

He licked her cheek.

“I love you”.

She turned her head and looked into his eyes. Silence. Then a smile drenched in tears.

“Love you too” she managed to say before she had to turn around to him and embrace this wonderful pony. “Me too....”.