Make 'Em Cry

I rolled over and yawned, casually scratching at one of my cutie marks, blinking sleepily. Another day as the best Reaper in the hoof. I yawned once more and stretched my wings. It was one of those days again. Just wanted a few more hours in bed. Still, Big Daddy expected us Reapers to at least have some coordination and discipline, so I guessed I had to get moving. Besides, Sanguine wanted me to meet up with him later at noon, so might as well get up now so I had all my chores done, was going to deal with some raiders causing problems to one of our turfs. I didn’t mind, it was always fun to maim and murder. And perhaps some molesting.

Speaking of which... I could feel my nethers standing erect at attention, pleasantly moist. “Stupid morning dews...” I muttered under my breath. Good thing I knew just the right pony for the job... I grunted and rolled out of bed, shouldn’t be too hard to find him, he usually hung out around the common, common room. Always polite, nervous around the mares, total wuss, a perfect target. It always both amused, and surprised me how a pony could even manage to grow up to be like that, what hoity toity stable was he raised in?

I had actually never tried him out before, but now was as good as never. Then again, if he was a newbie, I’d be wasting a perfectly good virgin... ah, screw it. New ones were constantly being made, I had plenty to pick from! ... even if it was rare that they’d make it past their early teens as virgins. In either case, I was horny, and he’d be my tool/path to becoming satisfied. I stretched my wings, contemplating why I had been contemplating in the first place, if I needed something, I took it. Why’d I even have to think about doing it in the first place? It was my right as a reaper after all. Almost anything or anypony below the reapers was my property.

I shook my head dismissively, I had better things to do than stand around here, I had some buck to fuck. Now let’s see, where could that moron be at this hour? Early in the morning... well, could always check the common, common room. I began to trot towards the common, common room, with any luck, he’d be right where I wanted him. He should feel honored I even considered him, not everypony get to spend time with the kind and generous Fluttershy. I rounded the corner to my room, some Flashers were arguing about something over a spatula and a can of preserved kumquats. If my nethers weren’t aching for a release, I might have taken the time to find out what the hay that had been all about. I strode past them with a complimentary nod, one of the mares flushed deep red, visible despite her red coat, I just inwardly shrugged and kept on trotting.

I never delved too deep into whatever the fuck people were talking about around here, it was better for one’s sanity, better to just stick to a few discussions and whatnot. Personally I mainly just tried to listen to everything my dear Sanguine said, then Big Daddy and the other Reapers and after that it was my own interest, then some of what the Flashers were up to, that was at least my standard priority list, things came up occasionally. Like now, I was supposed to meet up with Mallet over that... whatever it was over in the east, but whatever, I wanted to fuck, so it had to wait. Shouldn’t take me more than an hour anyhow.

I emerged into the room and casually looked around, shouldn’t be too hard, green coat and red mane. It didn’t take me long to spot my prey, he just stood in one of the corners, reading some kind of book. I swooped down gracefully and landed in front of him, he didn’t budge. Apparently too enthralled by the book to notice me. Must be a DAMN interesting book if it’s enough distraction to have him miss such a beauty as myself. I gave a snort and gingerly slapped the book out of his hooves, and as perfect as I am, the blow caused the book to expertly land on a nearby shelf. I had no idea what the book was about, but I knew Sangie didn’t want me breaking them, it could be important... even if I seriously doubt it seeing how this loser had it. Stranger things have happened, though, like the time that foal took out three reapers with that thingamajig, it had made quite the explosion.

I have no idea how she had survived the blast, but it was fun that she did, she had a really great taste for wasteland trash and, if you ask me, she’d made an awesome last wish. Normally I don’t take orders from inferior beings, but heck, that filly had a huge pair to dare to shout down three reapers, and get away with it alive. I wonder what that thing was, anyhow... Sanguine had been upset on me for not bringing her back for interrogation, but to be honest, I was quite sure I wasn’t lying when I said she was dead. She’d gone quite limp after she stopped twitching. I cracked my neck from side to side as I got out of my daydreaming. The colt in front of me had gone from upset to horrified under the around, what, twenty seconds that I had been pondering?

The buck seemed to think out something to say as he looked frantically around for whatever he was searching for, as if it would help him. “Ahem...” I stated with a flat look, the pony shrinking back under my gaze. Goddess I loved this part of my job. Just watch the fear in their eyes, watch them fill with despair as I close in... I watched as my victim gulped audibly and began to lightly tremble. Wonder if he know what I was after? I was well known around here, but not all were aware of my hobby. It was odd how some Flashers seemed to despise what I did while others loved it. In either case, they were still my favorite gang in the hoof. I shrugged and grabbed him by his shoulder with one of my wings as I saw beads of sweat starting to trickle down his forehead. He weakly protested as I began to pull him along with me.

“W-wait! Where are you taking me?” I heard him stutter out as I casually walked back towards my room. If I didn’t know how clueless he was I would have slapped him right where he stood, but I actually didn’t feel like it at the moment. I just wanted some rutting, and to get to spend another couple of minutes in bed. It was a win-win situation. I got what I wanted, he got to please me, both got something good out of it.

I walked for a few more seconds in silence before I spoke. “I’m hot to trot.” I stated matter-of-factly. “And you’re going to help me scratch that itch.” The buck froze up, causing me to have to pull him harder to get him to move.

“B-but, I have a marefriend! You ca-” I snorted and laughed, pitiful, as if that mattered.

I turned around and gave him a devious grin. “If you want to keep having one, AND be able to speak to her I suggest you keep walking.” I gave him a wink before brushing my tail over his mane.

The buck stood perplexed for several seconds before uttering; “What? What do you mea-” His eyes went wide with realization as he finally got it. Took him longer than I had expected to figure it out, but then again, what could I expect from a pathetic little bookworm? He shakily started walking again, I grinned to myself as I could hearing him holding back a sniffle. This was going well so far... I wonder how experienced he was? Ooh, I hoped he knew how to thrust to apply pressure on the prostate, that’d be swell... or wait, no, I was going to be in my bunk, no need to get it more messy than needed. Clean and dry blankets were in short supply.

And I’m not going to entrust a certain hothead with drying them after what happened to my last blanket... fucking retard, how could she even think of blowing up with the blankets on her back? Then again, all she does is blow stuff, mares, stallions, assorted scrap, no wonder she’s so good at it... although, Fury had been furious after I did that... thing. But heck, it’s not like she had much to say about it anyhow, I found it after all.

Trailing off helped me get back to my room faster, I didn’t even notice the apparent number of glances and whispers I apparently had caused. Wonder, who the heck it is that plows this buck, anyhow? Eh, whomever it was, she could suck my dock, not like she could possibly as important as me, I had first dibs on whatever I wanted from the inferior ponies in this place. If they have a problem with it, I’d gladly take it up with them in the arena. I strode into my room, the buck in tow. I leaned forwards and showed my goods to him. The pony recoiled with wide eyes. I snorted with amusement and rolled my eyes. “What’s the matter? Never seen a cunt before? Or is mine perhaps too big for you? He just stuttered and tried to say something. I just let out a breath and rose again, I trotted around him and roughly shoved a hoof against his abdomen, resulting in a yelp that didn’t faze me in the least.

I began to stroke his sheath with little accuracy, the buck shuddered at my touch, I didn’t seem to have much effect on his arousal. It seemed like I was indeed going to waste a virgin. I sighed in exaggeration, seemed like this was going to take a while. After nearly a minute of stroking and quiet sniffles, I had finally gotten the fucker stiff enough to be of use with his lime-hued cock... or was it pistachio? Hard to see in the current light. Not that it mattered much, not like I was going to look at it anyhow. If you’d seen one, you've seen them all... sorta. Okay yeah, same for mares, all were different, but all had a similar fucking design. I muttered as I got onto my bed and faced my magnificent rear towards him. “You’ve stalled me enough buck, just mount me and get this over with.”

He looked nervously around and scrapped at the floor. “I... I uh...”

I snorted and glared at him. “Look, your dick is going inside my vag before the end of this minute, either you do it willingly, or I’ll tear the fucker off with my bare hooves, fill it up with spray foam and use it as a dildo, kapish?” I reveled in the satisfaction of his expression. It looked like he was going to piss himself, and it only helped spread my smirk. Especially since I knew he was incapable of it when erect, unlike me... not that I saw much use in taking a leak while erect. I watched him closely as he shakily stepped closer to me, each step followed by more erratic breathing. I had to admit, it only took him half a minute to finally prop himself over me. There was just something incredibly amusing to dominate ponies against their will. If they wanted to be on top, make them bottom, if they wanted to lie back and take it, force them to take charge. If they are switch... just squirt in their face and laugh.

He thrust himself inside of me...or tried to. How the fuck did you even miss? My hole is a deep, wide, wet wonder. I felt his member slide over my marehood and against my flank. Then grace my nub and in between my thighs... seriously, even I scissored a mare with more ease my first time, and that’s not even biologically supported, and she wasn’t even willing to mash meat with me! Nothing a little will, violence and vaseline couldn’t fix though. Or wait, no that was used during my first time giving anal to a buck... no wait, I didn’t have the vaseline... eh, if one v is lacking, just replace it with another one of the other two. Man, I’ve done quite a few things come to think of it. Compared to this loser, I’m like, a fucking sage or some shit.

On the third try, he finally slipped inside, but not without letting out a shaky gasp. Seriously, what is wrong with this stallion? It’s sex, not rocket science. You either thrust, grind, push, hump or whatever. It’s actually that simple. Perhaps I should have taken top, then all he’d have to do was be aroused... then again, it wouldn’t be as fun, and he barely seemed to be able to do that as it was right now. Plus, I didn’t have to worry about pregnancy, it was at least another two months until I went into heat. I had learned my lesson after the close call the previous year. Only oral and mares during that time, unless I found condoms... or gelded the guys, either way worked. The latter was more fun and easier to do.

I had found a carton of lickpatches a while ago, but it hadn’t really crossed my mind to use them. So far hadn't seen a pussy ugly enough to want to use em... there was a few ponies with gross mouth hygiene, but eh, was easier to just mount the better looking ones. Not like the other ones deserved the honor to suck my clit if I had to take extra steps to protect my bountiful pride from their filth. No, I’d rather just stick with leaving it to the best of the worst. If I ever had to rape some disgusting mare to give her what she deserved, I’d keep that box in mind, plus, heck, they were even asparagus flavoured, assuming they were still in good enough shape.

I pondered for a while as the buck tried to thrust in and out of me with a pathetic excuse for a rhythm. Seeing how most preserved food was still in good enough shape to eat, I doubted that some plastic would go bad. There was a sudden whimper as I clenched my muscles around him. I let out a deep sigh and began to slam back and forth on his dick, resulting in a choked whinny as I felt him tense up and shake. I really, really understood why brass warned me about raping virgins, they sucked, big time. And not in the good way. Sure, using them when on top wasn’t as bad, but for stress relief, they were worthless. I should have saved him for one of my... ‘moods’. It’s so much fun to tease ponies. I gave another thrust and the buck jerked a little.

I started rutting him with a regular speed, trying to grind against some sweet spots. After a while I gave up and just slipped my hoof between my flanks and started to prod my nub. I let out a sigh of relief, that was much better... I started to fantasise of good times. One that quickly came to mind was the time I tied up that griffon and gave him head, it was so fun. Every time he get close I’d go to just fondling his sack, or nibbling his neck, occasionally licking the precum off his tip. There was just something satisfactory about seeing a grown griffin cry and beg you to let him finish. The best part had been the transition, from proud and vigilant, telling me to stop defiling him, slowly creeping over to desperate whimpers as the hours passed.

I liked to see myself as a sort of artist in a way. I felt myself throb and get wetter. I resumed my fantasy, when the fucker finally caved in, had taken several days of almost constant work, with some in between beating and unloading my own jizz on, and in him, but the result was such a beautiful sight, tears were streaming down his matted feathers, telling me just to either kill him, or end the torment, something about it hurting with strain. So I did just that, I pulled him onto his back and made sure he went over the point of no return, then forced his mouth open as I had him bent like a C. It was fun to watch the interesting mix of emotions of his face as he had a pleasureless orgasm into his own mouth. What was it with so many guys and being so grossed out by their own jizz? I personally loved my own flavour, but then again, I am a perfect specimen of a flawless mare.

That said, it is a tad bit salty, but salt is rather good if you asked me. And I had to admit to myself, I had been really hesitant about forcing him to lick my lips, but I had been pleasantly surprised to find out what they could do with their tongues, and how good it felt... I still used that thingamajig to pry his mouth open, I did not want that fucking sharp beak near my precious coochie without precaution. I gave a brief shiver thinking about how he could have ruptured or sliced something of my privates, but he had turned into a surprisingly good and obedient pet, actually never had to punish him with pleasureless orgasms or the like for disobeying, he knew his place. I furrowed my brow. I actually missed my toy a bit, I wonder what happened to him?

My train of thoughts were interrupted by an annoyingly shrill voice “I-I’m going to cum...” cracking, and followed by sniffles. I tensed up, was this fucker even considering finishing, before me, and messing up my bed ontop of that? Like hell he was! I flared my wings and clenched my canal around him as my wings wrapped around and held him in place.

“No you fucking don’t! Pull out and start licking you wanker, you’re not allowed to finish before you’ve finished me!” I called out. How rude, how dared he even think of finishing before satisfying me? What a selfish bastard, I should almost have him gelded for that. Or at least if he hadn't been smart enough to tell me of his inferiority. Seems like he might have half a brain after all. I loosened up and let go of my wings, the buck slowly pulled out with a whimper and it took several seconds after he had dismounted me before he started lapping at my glorious flower, he wasn’t good at all, but he had a very nice tongue, it was long and felt slightly prickly.

I sighed and shook my head, trying to think of better thoughts once again, it’s bad when you have to think sexy thoughts to get off, not even being able to just focus on the pleasure given, he really needed practice. Only reason I wasn’t smashing his face in was since I took him from the arena, and I was careless enough to take a virgin for a quick release. Heck, even getting that little Precious to eat me out would work better, she always seemed to manage to elude me whenever I wanted a good slobbering lickjob ... even one of Brass’s manticores would probably do better, they had a rather odd tongue though... I shook my head to clear my mind and began thinking.

A smile form on my face as I recalled those Steel Rangers, boy those had been fun. A simple contraption of a clamp pressed against one of the mare’s button and her wife was clamped down on the floor with cuffs. Dang, I missed those come to think of it... but maybe it was for the best we traded them to get some gangers back, it wasn’t as fun to fuck them after they had been broken, it took a few weeks, twice as long as that griffon come to think of it... anyhow, I recall it clearly, I had her pinned on the bench, and her wife up on a nearby wall, giving a good view of her exposed marefriend, and if she tipped the table to escape... squish! I was glad they never tried it though, I wasn’t sure that thing even worked, and if it had... man, I’d have been so put off by that...

I rolled my eyes as the useless pony tried to stimulate my pussy. He was mostly just nudging it and giving careful licks. For fucks sake, suck at the clit! Nibble my labia, shove the tongue in there, don’t be a pussy when eating pussy. I decided to go back to trying to get off mentally instead. So there I was, straddling the mare as she spewed profanity at me, and I just kissed her deeply, brushing my hoof through her mane. The shock on her face had been priceless. It was such a thrill to have her struggle and curse at me as I gently and tenderly kissed down her neck and brushed her mane. It was even better to see the silent rage from her marefriend up on the wall. She didn’t like me going all sensual with her wife it seemed. Oh... it had been so hot to eat her out, she was one of the few mares that found it hard to keep her mouth shut, her whinnies and moans were enticing, almost intoxicating. And she made the most adorable squeak and facial expression as she came, her nose scrunched up so cute.

I think it was when I nuzzled up to her that her wife started crying, it was so hot to see her despair and agony to see another mare give it to her girl. And even better was it when the tablemare had started crying because the wallmare had begun to weep. I wasn’t sure why, but I loved tears, they always made me feel so relaxed, there was just something soothing about them, even if they tended to ruin my erection. And they tasted salty, a great mix to the sweet mare juices I’d just had. I know I spent hours pleasing her, brushing her hair and the like. Her girlfriend had been soaked at the end of it, both from tears and lubricant, (well, at the respective places they could be at) begging for me to stop, so I had walked over to her and gave her a wingjob, making sure to rub her prostate real good, it didn’t take long before she hissed out in pleasure and shot her load all over my waiting face and mouth, I could tell she tried to keep in it but failed.

I then showed my prize to the tablemare, she had bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, much to my satisfaction, I showed her the content of my mouth, then swallowed. She had seemed to be out of tears around that, it didn’t stop me from kissing her passionately. And she had kissed me back, I knew it was to taste her girl again, but I didn’t mind, it was part of my plan anyhow. I had gone with the same positions for several sessions in a row, and I of course made sure to have them in the cages next to each other, just out of reach to touch each other. The rest had been easy. I repeated the actions for a few times until they cried and begged for me to stop, I then began to offer “trades”, she ate me out, I ate her marefriend out, giving her relief. Have them kiss me deeply on their own, and they were allowed to kiss each other, briefly. I have to admit though, those magnetic chastity belts did wonders, I barely had to use the ‘if you masturbate, I’ll hurt your wife’ threat. It had taken me weeks, but I had broken them into my toys.

That got me to think of pretty much the best sex I have had in my life. I was the last I had time to have before Big Daddy insisted in using them for trade... that, and it was before I got restricted access to prisoners and the prison, apparently I was ‘abusing’ it, what a load of buffalo crap if you ask me, I was only using what I right to. In any case, I had both of them under my wings, they were completely my slaves by then, knowing their place and to do what I told them and things weren’t so bad. I think it was around a week after I had put them in the same cage, they even followed my orders, never doing anything past kissing each other. I felt my nethers tingle as I thought back on that night, only thing that could have made that more arousing would be if they were twins... fuck that would have been hot... or if they’d been related in some other way...

My breathing picked up as I closed my eyes and thought back on that day, remembering it more clearly. I had both of them on collars and I was spread eagle on my back, both of the mares eating me out, nibbling and massaging on one side of my labia. It felt fucking amazing as they kneaded on both my lips with their upper pair of lips, suckling sweetly. I could feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. “Bitch, suck my clit!” I called out hoarsely. I pictured it in my head, both doing one turn in respective position, one sucking at my clit hard as the other pressed against my inner sweet spot. The buck finally found my spot and I grit my teeth, I imagined the pair between my haunches again, sucking, rubbing, caressing my cutie marks. I tensed up, feeling the point of no return closing in, my vulva twitching with anticipation.

Then my orgasm hit me as I pictured myself spraying both mares with affection, each one in turn being filled and covered by my juices, my walls clenched hard against nothing as I felt my sphincter tighten as well, I wanted to squirt so badly right now, but I only felt my package flex and contract while I let out a soft grunt through my nose. The buck had either not noticed I just came, or thought I wanted more attention. “A-aight, that’s enough... now scram, I’m gonna take a nap.” he pulled back quickly letting out ragged breaths. Wait... should I really let him go? It was his first time after all, I could cut the trash some slack. “Or wait, hold it right there.” I could feel him go rigid and halt in his steps. I smirked as the afterglow was still busy flowing through my veins.

I gracefully leaped out of my bed, flung him to the floor, pushed him over onto his back and roughly ran my hooves over his length. He let out several whinnies and grunts of pain in protest, but I was far too brave to grant him mercy. The green buck twitched and spasmed for a few seconds before he tensed up and let out a low moan. I instantly removed my hooves from his shaft and pinned his front hooves down with them instead. I watched with satisfaction as the cock just twitched uselessly on his belly, spurting out over his coat. I drank in his low whimpers, I knew exactly how little he felt. But I don’t mind, since its not me its happening to. Ha! I could so imagine this sissy running back crying to his mare for comfort. If I wasn’t going to take a little nap, I’d have so followed him just to see the look on her face; I bet it’ll be similar to those kids when I fucked their parents, priceless.

As I headed back to my bed, the buck scampered up to his hooves and fled from my room as fast as his little hooves could carry him. I sighed as I flopped onto my bed and rolled over, that had gone great. I felt better now. Always did after either ravaging, rutting or roughing up someone, or forcing someone to rut or service me. I laid there for a couple of minutes... I really ought to go and meet the others soon. My bed was nice though, and I was filled with a pleasant afterglow. I suddenly was yanked off my back and slammed hard against the floor. I grit my teeth and got ready to retaliate, my eyes burst open with anger, ready to flay a pony to death with my bare teeth. That was before I meet the intense, piercing stare of Cuffs, she flared her nostrils as her gaze bore into me. Oh yeah... I just recall she mentioned the other week she had found a new toy... I was quite sure my usual called shot to the petals tactic against other mares wouldn’t work in this situation... especially going with that I already owed her a ton of favours... well, this day just took a turn for the worse... I guess I’d have to be even more late for that meeting.

* * *

Well... that had been one awful day yesterday. I needed to fuck something, hard. It had taken hours to solve things with Cuffs, and she was still saddle sore over the part that I popped the penetration cherry of her latest toy. I mean sheesh, it’s just a dick, there’s plenty of them! Sure, there’s quite a bit more pussy, but it’s not exactly like there’s a lack of em, new ones are made every day. Maybe not here, but eh. It was just a regular freaking pony. And so what if he actually liked being on bottom? If they don’t like it, you MAKE them like it, not like they have a freaking choice, they do as they’re told. We’re Reapers for Goddesses sake... And she could have been more specific when she said that whole ‘loose lips sinks friendships’, I thought she meant my upper pair of lips, to not tell lies, gossip and what have you... hey, that reminds me, there’s that buff, arrogant fuck that also likes to rape ponies. He’s either a Burner Boy or some raider, all I know is that he got some sort of flamethrower, and walks around like he is important.

A sly grin spread across my face, my other pair of lips also spreading on their own. I just had a totally rad idea... within minutes, I was striding towards the outer yard. I was already puffed up and good to go. Nothing like a raging hard-on when you were looking for your prey, it always gave such a pleasant tingle... still, I was a little worried he’d actually get so pissed he’d bite me... sure, Sanguine could patch my pride together, but fuck, that’d hurt. Ah well, I hoped he wasn’t as stupid as I thought he was. If so, I did still have that woodchipper. Even if several parts of it was broken after that freak went through it. That was some freaky shit if you ask me. I grimaced and shook my head. Shouldn’t be thinking of that, think sexy thoughts... forcing a pony to lick me off... the sound of crying... emptying my load over a struggling victim... ah, there we go, dripping wet again. Lets go plow a buck and see how long we can make him fuck.

I took to the air and scanned the area. The first thing I spotted was a very distinctive looking flank and tail digging through some heap of trash. But I had no interest in talking to that pegacore right now, I was on a hunt for booty. Now, if I was a spoiled, self-centered fuck who thought I was important, where would I hang out? ... I pondered for several seconds as I was drawn to the middle of the square I was in, it was only natural as to more ponies should be able to be dazzled by my beauty as I’d be more easily seen in the center of the crowd. I was about to strike a pose when I suddenly saw my target, on pure coincidence, that egoistic, ignorant fool happened to also be in the middle of the gathering of ponies that were just chatting, eating and gambling casually. I smiled broadly, I was about to give these ponies a show worth watching. The buck just noticed me staring... or was checking out my impressive package, either way, he’d soon know of what fear felt like... I hoped... buff bucks like this was often quite a prestige price to mount, the bigger they are, the harder they fall as you say... and the louder they squeal...

He fixed me in a stern glare. “What are you looking at, Psycho?”

I snorted and glared back. “Names Fluttershy, punk...” Who the buck did he even think he was? I hoovered closer to his face. “And I’m looking at my next lay.” I grinned wickedly and bore into his eyes. I saw the flicker of doubt flash in his eyes, one of his eyelids twitched. The hunt was on.

“Yeah... no, forget it you feathery freak, you ain’t getting near me, we got treaties for this. No fighting within the arena area. No gang can lay a hoof on another gang within the vicinity, unless it’s in the ring. It’s against the law.” I just grinned wider.

“You don’t seem to grasp this situation, the rules include gangs, I’m a reaper, I’m above that, I AM the law!” I struck a hoof against his chest, causing him to stagger a bit as I held it there, I could see how he started to slowly breathe more quickly, beads of sweat had started to form, I knew the symptoms of fear well, he was preparing to either fight, run, or something stupid.

“S-still, I got rights, I’m soon eligible to apply for the upcoming reaper try-outs, I won’t bow down to you just because you say so.” I licked my lips and felt my nethers itch with desire.

“Good... I like having to subdue my prey...” I was a little disappointed he didn’t have more snappy replies, fought back or things like that. Maybe he was just one of those that was flabbergasted if taken off guard? He seemed genuinely shocked to see me, and now scared that I was advancing on him. What was with this fucker? If you join the game, you’re in the game, you can’t complain about the rules after you’ve joined. If you make your bed, you lie in it. Shesh, does he expect to just rape ponies and not get molested himself? There’s always a stronger pony to pounce the top ponies and rut them silly, or ones bellow said pony, trying to climb higher up. It was either by power, wit or rape. Only more superior ponies, such as myself could avoid the backlash of the game, we had special rules. We could join a round of boxing, and we didn’t have to tolerate, nor be hit in the face unless we felt like it. Being a Reaper certainly had its perks.

He stumbled backwards, frightened eyes staring back at me. It almost creeped me out a bit, this was the stallion that had pounded countless flanks right? My ears flicked, I thought I briefly thought I could make out the words ‘never again’ being whispered. Never again what? He dug his hooves into the ground and snorted. “I’m warning you bitch, don’t get closer...” Aw, how cute, he thinks he can threaten me. I gigglesnorted and fixed him with a firm glare.

“Oh, what are you going to do? Bleed on me?” I gave a crooked smile, remembering the last buck that opposed me, I’d rounded up a couple of mares and just ploughed the shit out of him, make him take load after load of our juices until he threw up, then made him eat that too. Ooh. that had been a fun day, after I was spent, I think I’d blown at least six loads on that stupid sap, I had enjoyed just watching the others work him over. It’d gone much smoother to forced him to swallow after he wedged his head stuck and it was just to climb up and unload. Covering the nostrils also helped, as then he had to drink it. What happened to him anyhow? I think he choked on lubricant. Eh, nothing of value was lost. I snapped my gaze back at the buck, who had apparently said something I just caught the end of, something about bla bla bla, you'll regret this, just you try or something like that, I didn’t really care. I leaned in close and said in a husky tone: “Your resistance only improves my lubrication... nothing gets me more swollen than breaking a buck.”

I had hard to make out whether he was disgusted, scared or confused. Not that it really mattered, he’d be on his back, servicing me in a few minutes anyhow. He shook himself out of his stupor, no longer flabbergasted. “Don’t you even think about it... I will kick you so hard in your cunt you will cough up your ovaries, bitch.” While I flinched and cringed inwardly, I kept my calm expression, something I’d learnt how to over under all my years as a reaper in the Hoof. I eyed the buck up and down, he did seem have the physique to at least rupture or break something of my marehood with a kick... while I doubted that bulky ruffian would ever be able to land a blow, it did make me more weary, I had gotten hit in the cunt before, and that hurt like a marefucker. Stallions whining about their balls my ass, ours were a fucking nerve cluster... I gave him my best glare and raised an eyebrow.

“You know, we do have a wood chipper... how does dick first sound? Either roll over, or I’m going to make you my bitch... well, you will be my bitch in either way, but I’m letting you choose to what degree, since I’m a very generous pony you know?” I puffed my chest out and gave a cocky grin, I barely had enough time to recoil and pull out of reach from his swipe. Shit, that fucking psycho had tried to hit me, ME of all ponies? This was really a nutcase. I hoovered in the air several hooves away from him as he took an aggressive stance. Well, this was proving more problematic than it had originally seemed... that, and I now had a urge to ride a buck as he went into a woodchipper, rock crusher or the like... those truly were one time uses. Luckily those were blue moon cravings.

“I won’t ask you again... get away from me you flying freakshow... or I’ll tear of your wings and shove em’ down your urethra!” Yeouch... this guy was just plain unpleasant, my pussy I could have got, but urethra? Sheesh, that was a bit harsh, like I wou- okay, there was that one time, but that buck had been asking for getting it shoved in there. The fact I was the one that did it had nothing to do with it. Besides, it was hilarious to see that stallion crying as he shakily tip-taped around in a circle wailing ‘Get it out! Pull it out!’, but it was nothing like this fuck. I had to teach him a lesson... that’s when it struck me, I had seen something on the way here, I knew just who to call on. The guy might could be able to run away from me, but he wouldn't be able to flee from two reapers at the same time, he was screwed. And soon he’d be just that...

“Oh yeah? Brass!” I called out, confident she’d still be rummaging around in that pile of discarded... ‘associated parts’. She wasn’t known for being fast at anything outside of combat.

It took a few seconds before I heard her reply. “Yeah? The fuck you want? I’m busy looking for accessories, gonna spiff up my pretties some.” the other mares replied with annoyance in her tone.

“Double-clam sandwich?”

There was only a few seconds of tense silence before the other winged mare burst out behind from the crowd of onlookers. “Fuck yes! I haven’t tag-banged a buck in ages. You better not be clam-jamming me this time, I will physically hurt you if you try to trick me again, you don’t promise the Brass a taco wrap and then pull it away from her!” I grinned at my fellow reaper, which just casually tossed a kitchen sink aside as she landed. I scrunched my face in confusion, why the hay would she have grabbed a kitchen sink? I tried not to think of it as I turned back to the stallion, who now had started to breathe rather quickly pupils dilating a bit at the sight of Brass. He grit his teeth and seemed to fight an urge to both flee and pounce the pegacore. Brass in the other hand just lit up at the sight of him and gave a small squee. Wait, shit, did Brass just squee? She seemed to have caught my thought as she opened her eyes a bit wider and let out a series of small coughs covering her mouth with a hoof.

We all stood staring at each other, a large crowd gathered around us in a circle. The earth pony suddenly took a jump to the left, then a step to the right before be bolted in the direction in between. It was hard to describe, but his pattern was very erratic and confusing... Brass didn’t seem to mind at all though, she lazily fluttered to the side and gave a perfect jab with her stinger, penetrating near his neck, causing him to jolt and stumble, trying to keep up his attempted gallop, but shortly after was sprawled out on his face, giving me a nice view of his goods... along with Brass’s. Man, her pussy looks weird... like half-normal, half-freaky, wonder if it tastes the same as a regular cunt? I quickly shook my head and looked back at the twitching buck, and on Brass which resumed to stab at his again, injecting more poison for all I knew. “There we go!” Brass stated proudly and gave a swish of her tail.

I looked at the drooling pony in front of me. “So... what exactly did you do?” I asked, turning to Brass with a quirked brow. She moved the tip of her tail in front of her muzzle and licked it.

“I first injected him with paralytic toxin so he couldn’t flee, then I gave him a dose of muscle numbing poison, ensuring that the can’t fight back. So now he should be ripe for the taking. And don’t worry, he can still feel EVERYTHING we do to him.” She gave a very wicked grin, both impressing and calming me, she knew what she were doing. Wonder how many ponies she had fucked? I usually just saw... or well, mostly heard her ramming, or being rammed by one of her ‘pets’. Ugh... I shivered, being reminded of the time she was drunk and mentioned how well her males filled her up, both size and sperm wise, or how her females had a huge load or the fact she said she almost had to use her whole mouth to ‘really’ get in there and suck on their clits... I knew they were kinda sentient, but it still felt wrong fucking something that couldn’t talk... assuming it wasn’t some mute pony or whatnot.

“Huh... well, whatever you did, I take dibs on the head.” Brass snorted and looked at me.

“Hey! No fair, I was the one that did all the work, I want to face fuck him!” I tilted my head and looked at Brass’s pouting face. Well, I guess she did score the ‘kill’ on this buck, it’d only be fair if she got first pick, as much at that annoyed me. But then again, he couldn’t move... not much good I could get from making him lick my pussy come to think of it.

I pretended to consider the choice then shrugged. “Well fine, if not only to get you to shut up about it. You were the one that downed him after all.” To be honest, this seemed like the best choice after all. I hoped his dicks still worked... if it was too limp to even break, that was a good sign it was... limp, yeah. I hated when a guy only managed to get flaccid... I guess it was similarly annoying for stallions trying to do a flaccid mare... or maybe not, I wouldn’t know, nor did I really care. I should really get some of those syringes that forced a bucks tool to attention. Hm... would have to find out what those were called without asking Sanguine, he already seemed rather tired of me for fucking around as it was. I couldn’t really see why though, I was just enjoying myself.

“Oi! Psycho, you mounting him or what?” I snapped back to attention. I really had to stop trailing off like that. Who knows what could happen? I looked over at Brass, she was hovering over the buck, his mouth was pried open with some metal ring thing, tongue pulled out with some clamp thingamajig... huh, apparently she seemed to know how to enjoy herself with a sedated pony after all... and that did indeed solve the risk of being bitten. Wonder what those were called... and more importantly: Where had she found it? And how long was I out thinking as she strapped that in? Yeah, I really had to quit daydreaming.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just rather intrigued by that whatsamacallit you stuffed in his muzzle. Where’d you get one of those anyhow? Never seen one before.” I trotted over to his hindquarters, noticing to my relief that his cock as at least hanging out. I gave it a tentative prod, soft and floppy. At worst, I could stuff it inside and grind, or simply just rub my nub on it. Ugh, this was like that time I scissored that annoying mare. She didn’t cry, she barely had any labia it was just... ugh! Thankfully she knew how to suck labia like a freaking champ, would so have broken all her limbs otherwise. And yeah, I know it ain’t her fault she was flat, but c’mon, she could at least have begged and wailed a little bit?

Seriously, even that ghoul made more noise... granted, I had been drunk at the time, and it was since I was riding one of his legs I apparently accidentally dismembered half off... ugh, damn that gave me a rash afterwards. Had to ask the doc to clean me out properly after that. Just had to find some clean water for it. There was a sudden slap on my cheek, I shook my head quickly and growled before hearing Brass speak up again. “I said: A friend of mine... or okay, when I think of it, he is more of a fuck toy or pet that bargained himself out out of being castrated by giving me quite a few... ‘gifts’. Apparently there’s this old ‘toy shop’ over like... somewhere in that direction.”

Brass slowly lowered herself onto his muzzle as she spoke, waving her hoof in the direction of one of the south pillars of the arena before resuming. “So anyhow, he found it in this shop, supposedly a rival to another shop called ‘The Crop’, but anyhow, it has three levels, apart from the top floor that is, but sadly they are somewhat buried, and he only could make it into the top floor as he’s just a unicorn and can’t fly nor navigate as well as an earth pony.”

Brass wiggled her ass a bit to fit more snugly over the paralyzed bucks nose before continuing. “But yeah, he brings me gifts every now and then, and I don’t kill him and his family and feed them to my pets as long as he does. There’s supposedly some rare, enchanted toys that are like... ‘applications’ or something like that, a stallion is supposed to be able to ‘put it on’ and get a semi-functional, mostly authentic pussy that would allow him to know how being penetrated or eaten out feels like. It’s even supposed to be able to squirt as well, some conjuration spell to make fake lubricant, supposedly tastes the same as well. But there’s more fun flavours as well.”

The pegacore tapped a chin to her hoof for a few seconds before seeming to recall something. I was in the meantime trying to work his cock into being a bit stiffer than a soggy towel, with slow progress, I admired the crowd that had gathered, some whispering, others cheering or laughing. Suddenly my tag partner exclaimed: “Oh yeah! Almost forgot, there is also a version made for mares. Think it came after the stallion one, which is odd, since like hello? Who are the biggest demographic here? Then again, I’m quite sure most are happy with the junk in their trunk.”

She began to grind back and forth as she spoke, and I had some slight success in getting him stiff using my hooves, my own nethers were already hard and puffed up, waiting for attention. “But I gotta say, it’s actually been fun to read up on old Equestrian sexual habits. You wouldn’t believe what some ponies did back then, like, I found this game, in which you get a couple mares, but I think it would work with some stallions as well, but the base concept is mares, anyhow, you get a gang of girls together, circle around a bowl, or a bucket or something then you all rub yourselves and aim to squirt, and the last one to ejaculate into the container has to guz-”

I put a hoof against the mare’s mouth deciding to just rub my hot sex against his cock, placing myself straddling him so that I faced Brass. “Right, right, while that is cool and all, that’s in the past, we’re busy fucking in the present right now. What do you say we give these ponies a show to remember?” I flashed her one of my smuggest grins and unfurled my wings, giving her a sly wink. The mantisus catched on what I meant surprisingly fast, matching my grin with her own within mere seconds, giving me a knowing look.

“Ooh, I didn’t take you for a show-off Flutters, I am SO on.” I have to say, it worried me a bit that I couldn’t make out if she was serious, made sarcasm or mocked me... that mare had quite the poker face. Brass caught the buck in a headlock without effort and began to flap her wings, starting to elevate us, I quickly caught on and flapped my own wings, coling my hind legs around his stomach as we lifted into the air. The crowd cheered, laughed and some were mumbling, undoubtedly they were jealous or something.

We were hovering a good couple of meters into the air when I began my thrusting against his member with my own pride. My plump swollen lips slid effortlessly over his wimpy cock, no doubt my own glorious clit was harder than that thing he had between his leg. It felt kinda good to just take it slow for once. I felt my engorged labia send tingles throughout my body as I grinded against his meat with my own. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. This would take a while. Wonder how long he was paralyzed. After a few minutes of tribbing the stupid fucker I opened my eyes and asked Brass; “Hey, buck bucker, how long does this toxin of your last?”

She leaned her head forwards to face mine. “A dose like that? Usually around half an hour, depending how resistant their bodies are. A hunk like this might get most motion back after around fifteen minutes. A weak fuck like Twigs might be out for over an hour. Then it also depends on if they’re doing drugs or whatnot, I know real buff ones can be out for like, way longer than some skinny I’ve raped. This one tawny midget mare got back after just some minutes, like five or so, but she was smart enough not to try anything. Heck, even offered to deep-muzzle me, and fuck me was that awesome. Even let her live, just tore off one of her ears since she was such a good girl and showed me before swallowing... hey, that reminds me, I think our guest deserve a little drink, don’tcha think?”

Brass flashed me a grin and gingerly grit her teeth, shuddering lightly as she let out a sigh or relief. I heard a few sputtering noises as I noticed her forcing his head back, eliciting gulping sounds, some fluid trickled down his face and coat. Huh, seems like she managed to get quite a good work done with that tongue of his, and had some well toned muscles for... or wait, had she just? Ah, what does it matter. It doesn’t affect me. Fill him up with whatever bodily fluids you want girl, I don’t give a fuck as long as I don’t have to taste it... speaking of which, I wonder if I could get a few mares together to try that bucket game... I think there’s a relatively clean container somewhere around here... Oh hey! I could force one of the slaves to drink it!

Just the mere thought of it got me going, I rubbed against his cock with new vigor, this was turning me on, my crotch was on fire, radiating pleasant heat as I ground against his excuse for a genital. Shesh, he could at least have the decency to get hard enough for me to ride this poor fucker. A mare has needs, sometimes she wanted to be filled. And heck, that wasn’t even hard to do. Even a colt fit me fine, our cunts are very good at adjusting ya know? Although, have to say fucking that kid had been a bit awkward. I took it gentle with the little bastard, yet he just wailed and trashed. He should have felt honored I was the mare to take him into adulthood.. granted, he didn’t have a cutie mark yet, but his balls had dropped... sort of. Okay, I was drunk, but he could still have cried less. I don’t want crying during my intimate sexy time.

I looked over at Brass, which expression shown relief of... okay really now, was it her being a mutant hybrid that made it hard for me to read her face? I don’t care if she just unloaded or took a piss in his mouth, what bothered me is that I couldn’t read her expression. She shone with a triumphant smirk and licked her lips. “Wana take turn filling him up?” Her eyes flashed with animalistic lust, I wasn’t sure what her lust was though... but I was reminded of the time we had a buckakke, Brass had ruined the fun by browning the stallion with her lubricant... or urine... how could I just have noticed this just now? And why did I even care? Still, apart from that, it had been a fun night, man that buck was freaking soaked in our juices, just lied there in a puddle. I felt the pressure inside me building up, I was getting close...

“Nah, I’m about to get off, and I don’t want to bother swapping, but maybe next time.” Brass seemed a little disappointed, but whatever, my pleasure was priority here. I gave quick thrusts with my toned and slender hips, fuck yes I loved this ramp up to orgasm, building closer and closer... come to think of it quickly, I don’t think Brass had been invited to many gang-bangs after the two times when she somehow managed to killed the toy. Sure, I’d been able to finish the one time I was there, I mean, the guy was still warm, why waste that? I had been close at the time anyhow.

And I wasn’t sure if she had killed one, or three during orgies... I think the one she choked on her fluids might have been resuscitated by a pony that knew how to do that shit, and I know one she killed was going to die anyhow afterwards, so that was chill... but really, I’m a busy mare, I can’t keep track of what Brass fucks to death, I was going to satisfy myself here. I bit my lower lip and humped my point of pleasure against his tip as I passed the point of no return, warmth started to fill my body as I began to shiver... I am going to cum, I am going to cum... and I am cu-

“BRASS! PSYCHO! What the FUCK do you two think you’re DOING?” Uh-oh... I knew that voice... I let out a squeak and accidentally let go with my legs as the orgasm sparked through my body, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my limbs, making me feel both stiff and relaxed at the same time. Brass seemed equally surprised, and with the full weight of the buck on her wings, she was thrown off balance as he swung underneath her. I saw the helpless stallion cartwheel towards the... I flinched as he landed in the ‘pile of assorted parts’. Ouch... did he have a... through his? Ow... just, ow.... I had been too flabbergasted to act, and was just now regaining my composure through my post orgasmic bliss, which was kind of ruined as I had just been halfway through my climax when I had to let go.

I wearily leaned over to Brass which had an equally stunned expression. “Uh... so Brass, did you know if he could feel any pain while being paralyzed? I just recall you mentioning that he could still feel us working him over, is pain included in that?” Brass just looked at the rapidly blood staining pile, as well as the body that was now twitching slower and slower, blinking a few times. I wasn’t sure why I had asked, guess it was just the first thing to pop into my mind. Well... I hope her mouth thing had made it, can always get more males, but those toys were hard to come by... ugh, I slowly lowered my altitude towards the ground, I dreaded this conversation. I knew they’d just yell on me a bit, but it was always annoying to have to listen to. I still didn’t see what the big idea was. We were just having some harmless fun.

* * *

Ugh... I thought he’d never shut up... must have been talking for like, half and hour! Now I’m really late for my meeting. Shesh. Didn’t he have more important things to do than rack of some girls having a little R&R? Sure, we accidentally killed a buck, but fuck, it wasn’t our fault. He startled us. If he’d just let up rape the bugger in peace and quiet, nothing would’ve gone wrong. What right does he have to complain on my libido anyhow? I’m a mare in my finest years, I have needs. Not like he wasn’t young at one point. I mumbled to myself and was walking towards the meeting. Bah... I couldn’t discuss things with a fellow reaper like this, I needed a quick fix, I didn’t get to cum properly after all.

Lets see... I looked around myself. What did we have on the way there? Skinny mare, scarred stallion, griffin merc, crippled stallion, scru- no wait, that was a mare, just saw her pussy. Man did she look chiseled out of a rock... ghoul, some wimpy slaver, another ghoul, he looked quite cu- no wait, he didn’t have a dick. Wonder where that had fallen off? I mean, did he notice? How could you not notice something like that though? Then again, seeing how he seemed to miss most of his genital area, I doubt it was something he would have missed. Could still eat me ou- oh come on! Missing both the lower jaw AND the tongue? Shesh, useless fucking ghoul. Would have more luck being beaked by that griffin. Anyhow, some foals, out of interest range... holy fuck that mare was hung, almost reached past her hindquarters. Man that must be a hassle to deal with. I’m all for a little extra meat, but there’s a fine line where the limit goes.

My search was rather fruitless, and after having passed through half the arena, I was almost about really to just give up and go ask if Mallet wanted to fuck or something when I spotted an acceptable buck. Sleek build, but still some muscles, unicorn, pinto, only had one testicle, but that didn’t matter, I was off season anyhow. A few scars, but have a very clean mane and coat. Judging by his company and equipment nearby, he was with the Flamer Boys, making his appearance even more perplexing. Not that I complained though... Yeah, he’d do. I walked up the the pony and prodded his side roughly and he quickly spun around to face me. A look of annoyance was quickly replaced by one of comprehension/hesitation. The buck gave a strained smile and spoke. “Ehm... yes? What can I help you with?”

“Mount me.” The stallions eyes became as wide as saucers.

“W-what?” He seemed be in an internal conflict for a few seconds before it dawned on him what I meant.

“You heard me. You got ten seconds to start following that order, or you’ll lose the other nad as well.” I turned around and lifted my tail aside. I wasn’t even swollen, but heck, if he knew what was good for him, he’d see to that before he started. Or if not, I could check how strong his cock was, leaving him dangling by it for a few seconds to know I was serious, would set an example for the others at least. You didn’t question a reaper, you bent over and did as you were told... unless you were another reaper as said. And hello! I felt a snout brush and rub around my nethers, making sure to get my wet and aroused before he did anything. I had to say I was impressed with this pony, they actually know how to please a mare properly. Almost sucked dock that this was just a quick fuck, might’ve bothered to find out whom he was otherwise.

It didn’t take me long to get properly aroused, I could already feel the pleasant heat radiate from my erect marehood. I flashed a smug grin to the little group of onlookers. Always felt good being serviced in front of an audience, showing them who was the boss around here... or well, over them at least. I felt an electric spark jolt through my nethers as he quite roughly tugged and nipped at my lips, it hurt a bit, but in a good way. Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to be the one that laid back and took it... but I had to admit, the way my labia tingled was very...pleasant.

But... fuck! I found myself panting with a soaked crotch. Had I really been this needy? I thought I had satisfied my pride this week. Apparently not. “Ngh... just mount me already, enough with the foreplay.” Sheesh, why and how did this buck fuck me like... like... I don’t really know, who had sex like this again? Was he a prostitute? Slut? No wait, a slut likely wouldn’t be good at it. But possibly a prostitute... I felt the stallion climb up onto my back, firmly sliding his... actually very stiff cock. He was harder than most stallions I had had inside of me. Yeah, I was fairly sure he was a gigolo... or possibly even a player. Odd that I never heard of him before.

His member slid inside of me smoothly, I was fully elongated of course. He got quite far inside of me, but I had only met one stallion that had been close to be more hung than me. And dang, he knew how to use it. (Which was quite a surprise, quite often it was stallions with large junk that didn’t know that for shit.) Short steady thrusts against my sweet spot... this is like that time that mare scissored the shit out of me, then sucking my clit so hard I passed out. I hated being upstaged... shit, I couldn’t do that again, I had to act fast. It had gone less than a minute, after he started pumping into me and I had to fight to keep a blush down. “R-right, that’s enough, pull out, I’m going to finish!” He seemed a little surprised by this as it took him several seconds to register this, but he pulled out of me and climbed off me, and I quickly flapped to the air, rubbing my nethers with a hoof as I felt myself pass the point of no return.

With a strained hiss I pushed the load out as my sex clenched and contracted, I felt the relief flush over me as my warm spurts shot out from me. There was a few giggles from the crow, but I didn’t care whom it was at, this situation had just got awkward, and I had cum, so I got what I wanted. I spun around quickly. He just looked at me flatly, one eye closed where my lubricant had splashed over his face. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was... pitying me? No, that didn’t even make any sense. Could be jealousy? That made sense, but there was no sign of it in his eyes...

“Ah... haa... that’s right slut! Take my load all over your pretty little face!” Gah... why was he looking at me like that? I swiftly raised a hoof and smacked him across the cheek with the back of my powerhoof. This managed to surprise him at least as he let out a yelp and toppled to the ground. “D-don’t look at me like that, I didn’t give you permission... and none of you ponies are allowed to fuck him for the rest of this day! If I find out you have, I will break your fucking legs.” I turned around and stormed out of the room. I felt dizzy. I needed to drink some. Maybe I had just gotten dehydrated from blowing my load? That might be it... in either case, I was satisfied after the spectacle... or well, sexually at least. I just had to get this meeting over with, then solve what the fuck just happened. I was glad none could see my furious blush right now. Quite sure it was matched by how flushed my pussy were, still swollen, yet I didn't feel horny. Which was a relief, since I really didn’t want to be even more late, I was nearly two, three hours overdue...

I hurried to get moving almost skipping out of the room. I had made it halfway to my destination when I suddenly heard some ruckus, then the familiar voice of an upset Brass shrieking out: “What the fuck!? A chastity belt? Who honestly wears a chastity belt?” I gave a gigglesnort, my spirits immediately became more lifted. Actually wouldn’t surprise me if that belonged to Mallet’s buck. Poor mare always got her stallionfriends ploughed before she had the chance hehe. But, I kept telling her: She simply couldn’t take that long with pulling off the lid from her delicacies so to say. I sped up my pace, rather not getting caught in another argument, I was late enough as it was, was honestly surprised Brass was out hunting for more meat though... I mean, she was only let off a couple minutes before me... then again, I could see it as her needing to vent some frustration. Heck, that’s what I just did... or tried to... ugh, I really just wanted this day to end, maybe tomorrow would be a better day.