It had taken me just a few minutes to strut my way down the hallway, I had honestly expected more traps going with the prior rooms, but it had been empty. My flawless sight had proven right however, I had perfect vision over my two newly acquired... ‘apprentices’. I walked in front of the large metal door and was about to buck it in when it hit me. I glanced to the sides of the door and sure enough... there was nothing. Really? No tripwire on the door? ... then again, it would likely be on the other side. I looked around and spotted a piece of rebar in nearby debris. I made my way towards it and was about to pick it up with my hooves when I suddenly slipped on a loose piece of flooring, causing me to flip mid-air and one of my power hooves graced the makeshift handle of the rebar, causing an intense jolt of electricity to surge through me, leaving my mane frizzled and my coat on end as I sprawled out on the floor, twitching slightly.

... ouch... I hated being shocked. Made my insides feel funny, and not in the good way. Especially back there. I got onto my hooves, noting that my graceful skills had seemingly saved me from being painfully fried. Seems I was so skilled my body did awesome things subconsciously. Still, even if I doubted that surge would have been enough to electrocute me, especially with that ‘failsafe’ Sanguine gave me when I was younger, in case my heart would stop when he wasn’t around. But still, I would not have enjoyed being seared to perfection. Besides, I was already perfect, so that was an impossible thing to do. That, and pegasi was naturally more resistant to electricity. I shook my head as I got back onto my hooves and inspected the rebar club. Yup, there was wires connected to it, leading to nearly a dozen spark batteries hidden behind a pile of old books.

I took a rock and battered off the wires, since I knew rock didn’t lead any current... unless it had very much of a certain mineral in it. But I really doubted this cement slab had that. Having taken care of business, I picked up the damn rebar club and began to spin around mid air with it. I was still a bit dizzy from the whole shock thing, but far from enough to impede me the slightest, I was far too brave to grant them mercy. Well, whoever was behind this. I let go of the object with pinpoint precision, watching with delight as the projectile burst through the door with the follow of an explosion I was far too cool to properly look at, having my focus on that behind the door.

I noticed a gang of ponies standing on a slightly elevated position, seeming to have almost been caught of guard as they scrambled into position through the smoke from the frag mines, I guessed. It smoked like frag mines at least. I made sure to brush my coat down while the smoke was still opaque to not see anything by contours through it. Fixing my mane a bit while I was at it. After making myself presentable, I came to think of that I just had made myself a sitting duck... ah, whatever, even if they launched a missile at me or used a gatling gun, I could likely avoid it. I mean, I am me, they’re not me. Like they had a chance to defeat me, I had punched a dragon in the face for tartarus sake. I swooped down and landed a comfortable length of hooves away from them.

First thing I noticed was the ammo strung around the floor, all empty cases. There was tools around and a pile of wet gunpowder. Heh, that explained it, the fuckers were out of ammo. Again why I would have pitied these fools if I actually cared; they can run out of bullets, but I’ll never run out of awesome. While they depend on their cunt or cock extensions, I can always rely on my babies to bash the skulls in. Yeah sure, they could run out of juice that packs that extra punch, but they’re still effective to wallop someone repeatedly over the face with till they stop moving, alternatively submits to be my bitch. I take no responsibility what happens during or after that, but usually it works out fine... unless I am very pissed on them.

“Right, listen up you fucks; I’m here to beat the shit out of you for repeatedly refusing to obey the reapers demands, harassing our members trade routes and caravans, along with reports that it is you're doing that crusader teams are ending up missing.” I cracked my neck casually. “We can do this the easy way, the hard way or...” I cracked a grin and stared them down. “we could do this the ‘fun’ way.”

The stallion in the middle, whom I assumed to be their leader going how he well... he was in the middle and he was the one to reply first. “So what if we are? What are you going to do about it, sweet cheeks?” Oh you bitch, you did not just say that... I guess it really was true that all raiders and slavers were below average intelligence, at least all I had met so far. “Certain people happen to pay very well for these brats. Our current payload just happened to manage to escape and has hidden here somewhere. We didn’t plan to stay long, but the little fuckers seem to have found some ventilation or something to hide in, since they’re not in need of food or water. And surprisingly enough, they haven’t succumb to coming out despite threats and us having to torture and rape three of their friends to death. And I can assure you that Bonesaw know’s what she’s doing. She can give very sharp and powerful thrusts with her hips.”

Okay, you were definitely going to be killed slowly... along with Bonesaw. I wasn’t against kicking a buck in the balls, or a mare in the clam for that matter either, but you just didn’t do a sharp hip twist on a guy, less a colt... or okay well, I would gladly do it on Deus, but we’re talking about one of the most painful things you can do here. Besides, it’s a cheap shot to go there anyhow. I just go there since I know they got no chance to win, and it’s an effective way to put them out of a fighting condition if I didn’t feel like killing them.

”But now that you’re here, we could come to an agreement. See, we can’t get past the rubble, and the section out the door into the room has collapsed, but you with your wings will be able to fly over there and... convince them to come out. You’d get to fuck all or any of them if you wanted of course in exchange, along with some... ‘presents’ so to speak... and a lot of shiny caps.” I don’t know who this fuck thought he was, nor whom I was, but I did NOT negotiate with foal fuckers. Especially not ones that off their victims, Deus did that shit, not me. Besides, I didn’t need caps, I got all I wanted for free. It’s the perk of being me.

I flared my nostrils. “Listen up here fuck face, I don’t know who you think you are even attempting to give me orders, even less with what type of orders you are trying to give. You might could pull that off with that retard Deus, but I have standards. Besides, why should I even listen to you?” I cracked my neck and joints again, more loudly. “As they say, why buy the brahmin when you can get the milk for free? I can just dispose of you morons, take all your shit and fuck the foals once I’m done with you.” I put my snout up in the air and gave an indignant sneer at them, then quickly added: “Assuming I’d even want to do that that is, the foals I mean. Besides, I was sent here to make you into paste, and that’s what I’m going to do. I might just spare a few off you if you beg well enough.” My eye caught the mare next to the ‘leader’ as she swigged down a bottle of some... indigo? liquid and smashed it at a nearby edge, leaving it there like a ‘will get it later’ improvised sharp weapon.

“Ooh, shcary!” The mare turned to me with a drunken grin, swinging her rear around, giving me a double wink. Huh, that was kinda neat actually, would have to remember that for later. “Wazza matter Flapjacks? Can’t get tha’ little nub o yoursh up?” Flapjack? Was she referring to my pussy? Was she trying to change the topic here fr- wait a minute...

“Hey! My clit ain’t small... or well, that much smaller than anypony elses!” Shortly after, I realized what I had said and grit my teeth. Gah, stupid... last time I let Slagathor drink me under the table... it was good to know he could do more than one thing, but he still didn’t talk. The group of slavers burst out laughing at my expense. “Shut up you pieces of shit! Ain’t like you got such impressive tools anyhow.” The mare chuckled again and flexed her genitals once more. I had to admit, hers seemed bigger... the other mare in the group turned around and stuck her ass up in the air, showing off a fully erect package with a ... holy fuck that mare had meat! Had she dipped her goods in rainbow goop or something?

I knew some of Sanguines blanks sometime swelled up on body parts that touched that shit. It was like... I’d almost have to use my whole mouth to properly get my lips around that nub... wonder if I could take her alive, I wanted to rape that fucker, just so I could try that cunt out... assuming she wasn’t Bonesaw, then I might just kick her so hard right in that button of hers she’ll be coughing up her ovaries. I darted my eyes back and forth between them. None had a bigger pair of lips than me though, so HA! Suck it. I regained some confidence and snorted at them. One of the stallions had also decided to flash his goods, quite long, but way slender to be any fun. “Quite impressive, but ya aint got shit on my pussy. You call that lips?” I gave them a cocky grin and puffed my chest up.

“Oh yeah? Then show ush!” The mare swayed in her words but had me fixed with a confident smile. I didn’t drop back, but I wasn’t sure how to react.

“Why should I? You don’t deserve to gaze upon my glorious marehood, petty trash.” Who did these ponies even think they were? Demanding that I, one of the most prestige ponies in the hoof would show my amazing nethers to some trashy scumbags... then again I wasn’t wearing clothes normally, so my magnificent marehood was always at display, but this was still different. I wasn’t actively exposing it for that purpose, besides: I was here to dispose of them, not fuck them... nothing say I couldn’t do both though... “So, which one of you worthless excuses for a pony want to die first?”

The drunk mare bumped her shoulder at the nearest pony and said in a totally not whisper: “Shee? Told you she wouldn’t dare show it shince it’s sho small.” I felt my eye twitch a bit. Okay, insult my name, call me a rapist, insult Sanguine, hurt me physically if you now have a death wish, but you did NOT insult my pride. I did NOT have a small pussy.

“I guess that would be me in that case.” The leader of them spoke in a cocky tone. “I’ve been told you have a hard-on for little foals, and let me tell you something... so do I.” A wide grin spread across his features. Yupp, slow indeed it was. “Guess you could spare maybe the zebra, never really know what he is up to, but he never joins the gangbangs, then there’s that wuzz of a mare over there, along with that pussy buck, haven’t even fucked any of the cargo we’ve had so far.” Okay, noted, if I didn’t go berserk with bloodlust, I’d try to not make them into pulp... hey! I just noticed they had a zebra... and was that a Dashite? How the fuck did they get one of those? More importantly, why didn’t he fly over to that door? ... then again, he seemed to have brittle bone disease or something. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to get it up... heh, even if I knew I meant the door, that comment made me smirk.

I hoisted my hindquarters in front of me as I took a hovering position, showing off my goods to the group, guess I could at least fulfill their last wish of seeing what true beauty looked like. “See? I’m more endowed than any of you fucks. AND hung like a horse, you can go a bit above elbow deep in this bad gal.” I flashed them a grin as I floated mid-air, mentally adding up my strategy as they gawked at my glory. Let’s see... tackle the ‘save for later’ mare, her cutie mark was a flashlight, so I was quite sure she wasn’t Bonesaw, especially with the other mare having a bonesaw as her cutie mark. Sadly was the one with the massive piece of her ‘little mare’, but eh, she hadn't made any signs that would indicate she didn’t fuck foals. Anyhow, sending her into that rubble should either give her a swift death if unlucky or knock her out.

As for the zebra... oh, that iron pole thingy would suffice. very thin, if I impaled him on it above the abdomen, he should just get incapacitated. Sure would be painful, but eh... this way he would likely survive, and I wouldn’t have to change my flight pattern. He’d be put out of the battle at least. As for the others, I would aim to break limbs. And then look to see what I can use in the surrounding to teach them some manners with. “Hey Psycho, there’s a bloatsprite stuck in front of your fuck hole, mind moving them so we can see your pussy?” one of the stallions dryly stated... right, adding him to the ‘slow and painful list’. Was easy to remember whom it was as it was the dashite. One does not insult perfection, but I didn’t lose my cool however, I knew they were just jealous and tried to insult me in any way possible.

“Well alright then...” I grinned as I noticed they were getting ready to retort with something else snide, dashing forwards, catching all of them off guard, from what I thought, the zebra managed to give me a scrape across the chin with the edge of his hoof as I collided with the unsuspecting mare, sending her sprawling towards her destination. I turned to grapple the zebra, but he had eluded me, so I was forced to corkscrew past the group. There was a meaty thud and a high pitched shriek as the mare slammed into the rough and jagged surface, and she collapsed to the floor, getting back up almost immediately and began to roll and jump around. I stopped for a second and looked in amazement at her. That collision should have sent her out cold... didn’t she hit with her head first? I dove down to put her out of a fighting condition, but noticed there was blood on a rather gravelly surface of the collection of unpleasantries.

I came to a halt and looked into her eyes which met mine, they were filled with pain, if her wailing wasn't an indication. She rolled onto her back again and arched it, whimpering and clutched her... oh... oh fuck! That wasn’t supposed to hit the wall! Shit! Why do I always fumble with these things when I don’t mean it. I darted my eyes around, and the ponies approached me slowly, I couldn’t see the zebra, or wait, there he- ran into a low hanging bar... how could he have missed that? I ignored the event and skillfully flipped out a syringe of Med-X I jabbed into the mare’s side as I gave her a slight knee to the back of her head that looked far more forceful than it was. I knew how to fake a hit. After all, some ponies I just wanted to rough up, or not hurt at all. So in the arena it was a good thing to be able to feint and fake some things. She seemed to momentarily black out before she gave some weak struggles and went over to twitching and mumbling. I whispered a quick ‘sorry’ in her ear as I leaped off her and turned towards the nearest enemy.

Right, just a small setback, or well, technically not even that, but hey! I wasn’t a total bitch. Being hit there hurt like fuck. It was a nerve cluster after all. I mean, I didn’t mind making called shots, evident as I rolled underneath a stallion, giving him a few swift jabs hard enough to rupture some blood vessels in his crotch. Getting one of those drawn out squeaks that reminded of someone trying to scream. Ops... I was overdoing things today. Eh, he was one of those that seemed guilty of raping foals anyhow, least he snickered when the statement came up. I finished my roll and got back up in the air, watching the turquoise earth pony slump to the floor twitching before he emptied his stomach's contents. Then he seemed to have caught his second breath as he started wailing out loud in agony. Blood was pooling rather quickly underneath him, and his hindquarters were actually angled quite oddly... had I missed the sound of bone shattering? Since his pelvis looked busted. I have to stop trailing off, really.

I shrugged and glanced towards the nearest pony. I didn’t have to worry about that buck, he’d bleed out in a few minutes anyhow. I looked to the closest pony, another buck, the ‘pussy’ one according to their leader. His eyes were wide with horror as he stared at his fallen comrade. I guess the sight of a stallion bleeding out from their reproductive organ was demoralizing, or at least intimidating. I mean heck, I was still a bit irked from knowing that mare hit her goods hard enough to break skin. I gave a slight shudder and focused again, doing a sliding tackle towards him in midair, backflipping to land both my hind legs hooves square on his jaw, making a delightful crunching noise as his jaw either broke or badly dislocated, or both. Either way, it seemed to have shut him up, going with how he didn’t make a noise bar from the short grunt before he went sailing through the air, hitting his head against a toolbox and went still. I dodged a dozen flailing blows from both the leader and Bonesaw.

I snickered out at their poor display of hoof to hoof combat. Again, further proof these guys were far too reliant on their weapons. Only thing that stopped me was if my limbs got broken more or less. But seeing how that also more or less stopped them to a degree, I still won in that category. Heck, their their jaw got busted, they were glue. (or well, unicorns could still do magic, and horns were harder than jaws to break, but get rid of that on a unicorn, and they are screwed if they relied only on their magic.) I could still keep going with three extremities broken. Even if all were legs... okay, if it was two legs on one side and the wing on that side, I couldn’t do that much. But otherwise I had a fair chance to defend myself... granted, I was not very good at robots or dragons or what have you, but feh, the chance for those were minimal anyhow. And yes, certain weapons I didn’t want to get close too, and narrow spaces were my bane. But really, the answer was simply to avoid those conditions. Or just bring along another reaper that was good at that stuff.

I saw a lovely opening left on the last standing stallion, not counting the leader. I dove towards him, flying over the two ponies trying to corner me with a very poor attempt. I closed in on the buck, having his back turned to me wasn’t a very good strategy. I narrowly avoided the dashite as he tried to swoop down on my from behind at the same time as the buck on the ground spun around, causing a brief flash of a mirror to shine. Ah, clever boy. But not smart enough. I effortlessly grabbed the surprisingly clumsy flier and spun around midair, hurling him off to the side, hearing a crack as he collided with a wall. Did his wing just brake? Really? He MUST freaking have brittle bones or some shit. I noticed to my delight that one of his left legs was painfully impaled on a protruding sharp edge that stuck out through his hoof. He just hung groaning and whimpering from the wall, partially held there by various strings and wires that happened to soften his impact. Good, one less to deal with.

I turned and faced back to the stallion who now had scuffled to the side and moved to a more defended position. Seemed like a buck that wanted to get bucked, both meanings of it. I dove towards him, barrel rolling away from a thrown knife, and another, getting closer... and another dodge. Always loved how their eyes grew larger as I closed in... thrill of the hunt. I made a quick turn before I reached him, changing the location of my front and back legs, making a quick spin and planted both my hooves against his front legs, audibly snapping the bones inside as my hooves crackled, sending a comfortable tingle down my spine. He cried out in pain for a few seconds and was just starting to collapse when our skulls collided. There was just something so satisfying to skull bash someone silly. His eyes bugged out and he slumped to the ground as I withdrew, his chin gracing against my moist, but not yet swollen sex, causing me to let out a soft sigh.

This proved to be a bad time to stop and relax as I felt a sharp pain on my side as something sunk into my flesh. I let out a sharp hiss and spun my head towards the source. I saw a mare with a nailboard embedded in my ass. She was trying to tug it free, causing ripples of pain to shoot through my body. With a quick slam of one of my powerhooves, I broke the board in half, then spun around and firmly planted a buck in her side, sending her hurling like a rocket after the initial impact fizzle. She smashed into a steel cabinet with a wheezing cry. She was about to crawl back up when the bucket strategically placed tipped over and fell towards her head. Hehe, what’s soaking wet an- oh shit! I recoiled in surprise as the mare started thrashing violently before giving a short... very nasty attempt at making a noise and went limp after a dozen seconds of convulsing as a scent of seared meat and burnt fur filled the room. I watched the newly smoldering corpse. Well hot damn, who the fuck has a bucket of molten slag delicately balanced on the edge of a cabinet? Heh, in either case, toasty. Talk about a wicked sick burn. Least her head was the first to go, fuck to get that on one’s private area.

My eyes focused on an approaching stallion. I had an uncanny feeling that made a oddly warm feeling spread inside of me. I tugged the nail out of me, quickly inspecting it. Goddess dammit, of course it was rusty, I hated getting shots... actually all kinds of them... or okay, cumshots were chill sometimes. I noticed a trough a couple of hooves away. A smirk spread on my muzzle as he closed on. I backpedaled and nimbly evaded him, getting him in a hoof lock, making a quick twist and flipped over him to then gracefully hoist him down into the trough in a smooth sideways toss, head first, shattering the... protective glass over it? Why did a trough have a- ah who the buck cared. I snickered and got close as a small splash was made and water spilled over on the sides. I was about to grab his head and dunk it a few times for good measure when a pungent smell hit me. Somehow the world had done that thing when it slowed to a crawl again... were my powerhooves sizzling? And OUCH! FUCK! I flailed and burst up into the air, my coat on fire, luckily my face wasn’t exploding with pain, well, part of my cheek was, but at least that wasn’t the eyes.

I tried to scrape whatever it was off my face with a hoof, only making it worse as it seemed to be on them too. Apparently my powerhooves WERE fizzling. I used the parts of my legs that wasn’t searing with pain, I’d rather have it there than my chin. I grit my teeth and looked around from my vantage point. Okay, this was pissing me off, is Psycho gonna have to slap a colt? I flared my nostrils as I inspected my opponents, which faces were filled with horror, rage and disgust. I arched a brow and glanced back to the ... what the fuck? I glanced at the trough an- wait, skulls and signs in red and yellow was usually a bad thing... I checked a sign on the side right next to it. Warning, chemical bath. Keep away from skin, highly acidic. Oh... well whaddaya know... uh, I totally meant to do that. I put on a sadistic grin and spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. “So, who’s next? You seem to be dying for a chance to meet me...” I felt slightly sick from the sight of flesh melting away to reveal bone underneath. I guessed it was swift at least... I mean, he barely trashed, more of twitched... apparently I wasn’t the only one disgusted. That fatass Bonesaw looked like she was about to throw up from the sight, leaving herself fully open. Bingo.

I dove down and rammed straight into the mare with the huge joypad, giving her a solid knee in the abdomen, I her a delightful choked gag as the breath was drained from her lungs. Without further ado, I slammed my powerhooves on either side of her hindquaters, not hard enough to crush her , but enough to hear a satisfying crack as her pelvis busted. Now if she didn’t die from this, she’d have a lovely mixed scream of pain and pleasure as I sucked her off. I watched the chubby mare collapse to the floor as she gargled for air before heaving up her lunch... which seemed to consist of very recent snack cakes, at least two loads of mare juice and... a few stallion ones as well. Guessed she was the dumpster of the group.

Huh... was it just me, or was the mare getting less fat as she shuddered on the floor? Come to think of it, I just now noticed the... was she shitting herself? No wait, tha- oh fuck! No-no-no! I grimaced and bit my lower lip and looked away. For fucks sake, pregnant mares were supposed to be... I dunno, not in the middle of the fray at least. I actually had to fight back a vomit of my own upon hearing very disturbing both oratory and bodily noises from the mare. I glanced a peek and a second later wished I hadn’t. Laying in a puddle of sick, blood and ... who knows what, was the mare, pelvis busted, cradling her lifeless fetus with tears staining her eyes. I guessed it had been around seven to nine months old. But still... fuck! I know she was a bitch, but... FUCK! Don’t get knocked up if you’re a slaver, at least not if you plan to be active during the coming half a year. It wasn’t that hard to not fuck during your cycle, or at least stick to gelded bucks.

I guess the whole scene has just shocked everypony dumb, since it wasn’t until now the others started to react again I was reminded of it myself when I received a blow on my ass, dangerously near to my pride. I spun around and gave an elbow drop midair that’d amaze most ponies, hitting my assailant square in the jaw, (what was with me and jaws today? Maybe I just wanted to make a performance that made their jaws hit the floor hehe) causing him to almost flip backwards as he stumbled to the side and almost fell over. I didn’t hesitate to advance on him.

Oh yeah, I’d teach that fucker a lesson, nopony messes with THE mare. I dashed up to the staggering stallion leader, tackling him hard. To my satisfaction, I heard some of his pathetic ribs snap as our bodies collided. I had pounced on top of the fucker with ease. The buck was writhing in pain from the several wounds I had caused him. I rolled off him gracefully, quickly getting to my hooves. “I’m going to teach you miserable pieces of shit to mess with the reapers!” I stepped next to the buck on the floor, blood oozing slowly from several wounds, far from enough to have him bleeding out, but enough to hurt. I grinned, this worm would suffer under my hoof, I would make sure of it. If he thought he knew what pain was, I would shortly correct him, and show him its true meaning.

One, *crack*, two *snap*, three *crunch*, four *fizz*. The worthless slab of pony screamed in agony as I easily snapped all his limbs in twine, like dry twigs. I noticed some of that acid from earlier had gotten more acquainted with his flesh, not much, but it melted off his coat, and seemed to hurt. Good. And like his bone even was a match for my powerhooves. Heck, even without my weapons, I could easily have pulverised this bug. A devious grin spread across my muzzle as I watched the near helpless pony flop around on the floor. Just one more detail... *gnash* I watched in pleasure as the stallions horn was pulverized, a spurt of blood erupting where the unicorns horn had been. I heard a sudden hoofscrape against the floor behind me, I flipped backwards into the air, effortlessly avoiding the notably disoriented blow.

I turned around to see the zebra from before. So that blow hadn't knocked out the fucker? Guess he had a thick skull. Matches his thick intellect. I pole vaulted over him with a grin, but sharp pain erupted from my groin as he bolted upwards with an outstanding speed, headbutting my most precious organ, causing tears to surface. Nghh... fucking asshole... that was a tender area, and he just bashed his head against it with full force... I think he hit the clit as well... fuck it burned... I had to focus all my willpower to not want to collapse and cradle my family jewel, or start to cry, but I managed. Landing opposite of the zebra whom stumbled back and landed on his flanks. I hissed out a long growl and pounced atop him, bashing my head against his while keeping him upright. As I did, I looked at his eyes, which bugged out and lost focus.

Okay... I had been going to spare him, but no, he had to hit me in the cunt, and get back up after being beat down, if he’d just lied still he could have been spared. I came down on him like a freight train, smashing my legs together against his, feeling his skeleton give in and snap from my raw power. A choked cry escaped his lips as he slumped to the floor, his body no longer supporting him. Now let’s see... what could we do wi- my eye stopped on the glowing red plates made for melting minerals. Oh yeah, this was an old manual factory, not sure what the fuck they actually made here, with all the... questionable machinery, but these guys had been trying to make stuff when I got here. A malicious grin spread on my face. He did need to become a little more... ‘hot’ to appeal to my tastes. I dragged the flailing zebra over to the plates. I easily lifted him into the air and held him above the metal, even from here I could feel the heat radiating off it. “Smile!” I shouted with a sing-song voice and raised his head, getting ready to slam it down.

“NO PLEA-”*FIIIIZZZ* his screams were like music to my ears, his head trashed and tried to pull back. I was glad I remembered to not pound his head down, my powerhoof would have made too quick work of this asshole. I wanted to hear him scream, beg for mercy.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle the HEAT?” I cried out, pushing his face harder against the searing hot metal, pushing the screaming buck against the surface, the smell of burnt flesh filling my nostrils. It was sickening, but satisfying at the same time. I pulled his head off the metal, tearing of a relatively large chunk of his face as I yanked it back up. Ugh... he looked better before actually... he didn’t look good with only half a face and one eye, whatever goop his other had melted into was not pretty. He shook badly, tears streaming down his functional eye.

“K...k-kill me... please... hurts...” He begged me weakly with a trembling lip...or well, half a lip. Dammit, now I couldn’t force him to lick my cunt, I couldn’t get his mouth open... that sucked, I’d always wanted to force a zebra to eat me out.

“Now, now, where would the fun in that be?” In gave the miserable bug a warm smile, looking for somewhere suitable to store him. I spotted a very neatly located broken steam pipe from before. It was perfect, small, sharp and I could wedge it with that conveniently discarded spoon. I lifted the twitching buck onto my back and happily strode over to the spot; I lifted the buck off my back and tossed him down on the protruding shaft, impaling the zebra with a choked gargle. “There we go... right through the abdomen, should be far from enough to kill you, but enough to keep you in place.” I had poled him good if I might say so myself, enough space to mount him, yet close enough to keep him in place. For good measure I poured a little healing potion onto where I had impaled the fuck, should be enough to stop the bleeding at least. I contemplated about some med-x, and eh, why not, it’d have worn off when I was back for him. Hey, who said I only carried around full doses of these? I quickly jabbed a small dose into one of his legs.

“And for my next trick...” I walked over to the pegasus staked on the wall. Man, did these guys give in easily or what? I pulled the sobbing buck down from the wall and dragged him over to the machine that shaped the bars of whatever, or whatever it now was. He tried to struggle against me, bad choice; a swift powerhoof to his privates quickly sent him vomiting on the floor. “That’s what you get for resisting my will you scum. I pulled him up by his tail; I knew just the place to keep him. I flung one of his wings up in between the plates as he was still trying to regain his composure. I pulled the nearby lever, hoping it was for what I thought it was, it was... I watched in glee as the massive slabs of iron came crushing down over his good wing, the pegasus crying out in agony as his wing got crushed, I noticed my leg was in the wrong place as the miserable fuck soiled himself. There was a slight twinge in my own wing watching the gruesome display as it became a compact little slab of feathers and mush, but nothing too much for me to bare watching. “And THAT was for daring to insult my precious marehood.”

I gingerly broke both his left legs with a couple of swift kicks, causing him to cry out once again. I licked some tears from his cheek and cooed softly. “What’s the matter hun? You seem to be... all right to me.” I cracked a dumb grin to the sobbing pegasus. There was just something really hilarious about terrible puns. I bit down on a primary of his... ‘good’ wing and spoke softly through my teeth. “So... how come they PICKED” as I spoke that word, I tore the feather clean off “you for this job?” He let out a cry of pain with new vigor, having me notice the trickles of blood coming from... ops, that had been a pin feather... my bad. Eh, whatever, he deserved it. “Tell me... why are you here? You don’t exactly look like slaver material. And don’t assholes just join the Enclave’s military normally? If you’d be one of those, or was it too many rules? Most Dashites tend to be... ‘good guys’ so to speak.” I looked at him as he writhed in pain.

Thinking of the pegasi made me have a brief flashback of Wingnut, one of few Dashites I had met, and even less I’d gotten to talk to. Oh man... that mare gave awesome wingjobs... and not to mention her preening. I came from that... okay, only since she also stimulated my clit as well, but that was beside the point. Again a pony I wonder what had happened too... Sure Sanguine is great, but there was just some things he couldn’t teach me, like how to preen. And sweet Celestia did that mare know how to preen a girl the right way. I noticed my wings had sprung ruffled. Goddess dammit... not again, yes, I was horny, but now was not a time to court a mate. Dumb instincts... I effortlessly folded my wings again, resuming my train of thought as the dashite whimpered next to me. Yes, Wingnut, she was a peculiar mare. Joined the Enclave to get away from her abusive mother after failing to get her dad to finally stand up for himself... well, that and the fact her mother insisted to be the pony to ‘teach her the ropes’ so to speak. Bailed out from home after a few... ‘lessons’, scared, betrayed and feeling filthy, she enlisted in the army. I leaned against the buck to further recollect my old friends story, eliciting a whinny of protest I didn’t give a single fuck about.

Let’s see... she tried to stay out of trouble and away from her mother, making sure to get send to a faraway base. But turns out the poor dear was scared of loud noises and extremely stress sensitive, and that some of the other mares decided to make her their bitch, forcing her to give them sexual services, breaking her down further. Not to mention trust issues. Really good thing I had just worn myself out banging the shit out of a half-heart, or whatever they now called themselves, and man, many of those guys are whiny little pussies. I mean yeah, I get it, but come on! Some just sit and mope around like some... I don’t know... I think Precious mentioned there were some prewar ponies that called themselves “emo”, and their stereotype description sounded very accurate. But yeah, one of those had crossed me, possibly aimed to just have me kill them, since they’re apparently not allowed to off themselves, so instead, they hurl themselves on suicide missions and shit like that. Kind of cool in theory, but they don’t execute it very well.

The stallion was still crying and tried to regain his composure, so I took it as I had time left to contemplate on, but gave him an elbow in the chest to encourage him to speed up. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I had just finished totally wasting that pony stamina wise, (Apparently I have too much energy for sex according to a dozen ponies) and left them to cry in a corner, I had stumbled upon Wingnut when I was flying back. Huddled up in her carapace armour. Again, if I’d been in a worse mood or horny, I’d possibly raped or killed her instead of talk to her, most likely killed. She was Enclave after all. But yeah, I landed near her and got prepared for an intense fight when she shrieked as she saw me and curled up, blubbering for mercy and that she surrendered. After getting more acquainted, since really, I got curious why she folded like a card house, I soon found out her backstory, her hopes of a clean start down here, but was afraid due to having her cutie mark left, or to get eaten by cannibals and stuff like that.

But we got to know each other rather well honestly. I found it quite touching when she told me how she right before she deserted, she was simply staring at her own reflection inside a raptor, tears streaming down her face as she concluded she simply couldn’t handle this. So she busted the transmitter and radio on her gear and bailed out. I normally don’t like pussies, but I know all can’t be fighters, we do need some bookworms around. But yeah, everypony ought to fill some sort of function. I had found her just a day or so after she had deserted, and she was terrified. Not having known another pegasus before, I decided to take her in. Took her a few weeks to get used to the ground, and me. But I kept her safe, hidden away in my private quarters. I had managed to even get Sanguine to stay out of there after a couple times having been in full process of masturbating as he walked in on me. Then, reluctantly agreeing that a growing young mare needs time to herself at times. I didn’t really like locking him out like that. But I really needed a ‘me time’ place. Not just to rub one out, but sometimes I just needed time to myself. It was exhausting to be a reaper at times. A girl needed time for herself, simple as that.

Hadn't been too easy to keep her hidden, but not overly hard either. Ah... I still recall her orangey coat, purplish mane and green eyes... how long was it we even knew each other till she left? Think it was between like... between two to four months. Good times in either case. Just got better after the first month when she opened up and offered to try and get over her rapes. Think it might have been with her I really discovered how fun it could be to make a pony moan. I was still quite new to sex and had only raped a dozen ponies back then, and had sex with more. Turns out being a dominant, horny reaper teenager got one tons of flank. And yeah, was a bit slutty, loose or what to call it. But compared to Deus... nope. He was still the biggest slut in the wasteland... I mean, he had quite a head start compared to any actual prostitute, and he just kept going... I shivered mentally before resuming. Being as amazing as I am, I guessed it would be good to start slowly. Had helped one rape victim before, a burner boy that had been roughly pounded by some slaver mares before he had his... ‘accident’ that made him join the burners, along with becoming free for the first time in his life, turns out he was captured as a colt.

He actually never told me his name come to think of it... still, I helped him get over his fear of mares, started slow with just embraces, didn’t want to jump straight to sex. I mean, who’d the that stupid as to just the first they do is to go directly to something that sensitive? Especially if I took charge. Since yes, it’s totally good to let yourself be fucked by someone you’d just know for a short time with them likely only being able to satisfy themselves. I snorted inwardly and shook my head. No, I took it gentle and careful. After he’d managed kissing, I had given him a tender hoofjob, showing his pleasure was in focus, letting him get used to the idea of a mare not just out to use him to satisfy herself. Think it took only one ‘session’ with him to get comfortable enough to have sex. Wingnut took like, five or something. I was almost getting impatient for getting a blue waffle from her. I mean heck, I even started with going down on her... and okay, she did jack me off the third time, but she was very clumsy and shaky when she did. In either case, think he was the first stallion that got to dominate me.

Can’t recall who’s idea it was, but he got to mount me instead of me mounting him, just to give him some extra sense of comfort and security, he got to know he was in charge for once, not a mare. Letting him take control for the first time in his life. It was adorable how he broke down crying after finishing. Sometimes it was okay to cry, and some ponies managed to be weak in the right way, they still had strength elsewhere. As I suspected, he couldn’t manage to make me cum as well... he’d been bottom and never learnt how to, which I found weird, I taught my fuck toys how to please me. But yeah, he rutted me twice, then let me ride him as a final test, and he did it with ease. Shesh, again, quite sure he might have panicked if I’d just straddled him and began to ride him the first we did. But even better was that he ate me out afterwards, even asked me to give him a facial, which I happily obliged with. He took it like a champ, which I personally saw as a huge progress for him, he willingly pleased a mare orally.

Had a really similar process with Wingnut, but a tad bit more fuzzing. Both took a month to get comfortable enough with me though to give themselves to me. But that was part of the fun. I could ALWAYS get someone to please me or rape someone. To have someone willingly do it, and even enjoy doing it since they adore you? That is rare and takes time and work. So worth it though. It just satisfied some part of me and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was like what Sanguine gave me... but to a different level. Like it stimulated another part of me he couldn’t supply me with. The burner got killed some weeks later if I am to believe the other Burners; he vanished after a mission for all they know. I still don’t know what happened to Wingnut, but she left me in tears one day after she found out of my... ‘hobbies’, or ‘activities’ so to speak.

She just couldn’t understand I had needs I couldn’t fulfill with her. I also had my obligations and duties as a Reaper. But damn did we have some great sex before she left. I think Precious said such sex was called “angry sex”. Mmm... that mare sure got feisty when she was mad. Pressed me down and unloaded inside of me. Actually hadn't considered doing that before she did it on me... it was kinda ruined by that she collapsed and bawled after that... and kept doing it as I finished myself over her mammaries. Even if I do miss her, that mare needed to lighten up. She was however one of the few I’ve ever met that was really skilled at sex. She could give you that strange, fuzzy feeling inside. I really had to figure out what exactly you had to do to get that feeling... she sucked me off just like any other pony, yet it felt better when she did it... oh well, I’ll get around to it when I’m not as busy. I should have time once Sanguine finish his project.

She promised she’d come back and visit me though... sadly she never showed up the date we agreed on, nor the next year. I think she might have been killed. Wouldn’t surprise me. One had to be attached to ponies, yet detached. Had to juggle the ‘social and cold’ balance delicately. Otherwise you wouldn’t make it out in the wastes. Still, our first few weeks were nice as well. She taught me how to preen, improved my flying techniques and stuff like that. Turns out she had been ready to ‘open up’ to me after just two weeks, but was too embarrassed by her tiny package to dare show it. Personally found that quite silly. I mean, yeah, I can see how she felt inadequate next to someone like me, who had more meat than enough for both of us. But it was still silly... what was even the social rules up at the enclave? And sure, she couldn’t get her labia suckled as much, and it was a bit sad I couldn’t repay her as much.

She squirted like a freaking hose though. And it was oddly creamy in consistency, that girl had a thick load... which had a faint taste of bacon... I was never able to solve how that was possible, but loved swallowing her loads nonetheless... not as much as she loved both giving and taking facials, but close... man she was fixated on those. I mean yes, I enjoyed giving and taken them, even if hers stuck in my coat due to the density of her lube, but doing it seven times a row is just... bland. No offence to what she liked, but I am a mare that likes variation. It is nice every now and then, but yeah... as said. Every time is just repetitive. One time she actually did it seven times in a row literally... I had such a compact coating of her ejaculate it was a bit hard to open my eyes even, my whole face was just painted, and some had begun to clot... I think that was The stallion finally let out a cough and whimpered. “W-what do you want from me?”

I grinned down at him with a playful flutter of my eyelashes. “Haven’t figured that out yet you fucktard? I’m going to take what’s mine!” I licked some tears off the feeble excuse of a pegasus’s cheek. “If you’re a good by and swallow, I’ll give you a dose of med-x. If you spit, I’ll try to find out what happens if you inject that acid directly into the bloodstream.” I smirked and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And guess which vein I’ll be injecting it in...” I added with cold malice. He seemed to contemplate what just said, then his eyes bulged out as he got the last, part, starting to shake.

“Y-yes ma’m... I’m s-sorry I ever insulted your g-” I cut him off with a kiss he at first tried to recoil from. Then gave his muzzle a tentative lick. I then began to hover in front of him.

“Now, now, flattery won’t get you anywhere. What’s done is done. Besides, if you’re talking, your mouth isn’t being used to lick me off.” I gingerly lift my haunches up to meet his face, my engorged and dripping wet folds hanging in front of him. “But first, give her a kiss to apologize for insulting her.” I saw his eyes widen even more. Yeah, I knew my glorious marehood was a lot to take in... and while speaking of taking in, that was exactly what he was going to do. I unceremoniously thrust my package against his slack jaw open mouth with a delighted grunt. “Oh, and if you bite me, I’ll sound you with slag and give you an acid enema, so don’t even think about it...” I took the whimper as a reassurance that he wouldn’t get any stupid ideas.

It took him a couple of seconds before he began sucking on my lips to my relief. He was decent, the shaking however gave me a whole new feel to it. The occasional tooth that came against my succulent folds made me tense a little, but it never was enough to hurt. I kinda liked it in fact. Wasn’t the first time my lips got some rougher attention. I gingerly motioned his head back and forth over my folds. It only took me a couple of dozen seconds to grow bored with him low vibrate setting pleasure. “C’mon, suck harder! Put some effort into it!” I sped up the pace and thrust my pussy into his face, pumping my pelvis along the motion, causing small wet slaps to join the muffled breathing and suckling noises he did. To my delight, he did actually start to suck harder as I sped up my thrusting, flexing my muscles in the progress.

After a couple minutes had passed, I concluded he was rather bad at this. I had to start just plowing stallions, just get them engorged, then pound the shit out of them till I was satisfied. I mean sheesh, even Deus had gotten that part down, not like their cooperation was needed. I just prefered to have them do the work for me sometimes. I let out an indignant snort and stopped pumping my head and looked down on him. Still some tears were making their way down his cheeks, and he was still shaking. I repositioned myself and winked my clit out, there we are, now I just had to... there we go! I slid my clit inside one of his nostrils. A kinda tight fit, but it worked. He tried to snort and wiggled from the protruding object, causing pleasant chills to run through me. Ah yeah... was a while ago I nasally fucked someone. Sadly doesn’t get close to painful or uncomfortable like some of the stuff stallions could do but eh, fuck that. Ain’t need a dick to wave around to dominate. This was by far one of the most humiliating, and rather uncomfortable things one could do... man, I’d love to nasally pound Deus. He’d get soooo pissed. And even more when I finished. I gigglesnorted at the thought and sped up my pumping.

I was kinda hard to roll my hips like this, heck, it was overall hard to get my clit in and out. If this didn’t feel as awkwardly good as it did, I would not have spent out learning how to do it. I let out a soft grunt, feeling the sensation start to accumulate in my stomach. Mmm... the tightness around my nub increase as the bucked seemed to attempt to flare his nostrils. I rolled my hips rapidly feeling the orgasm closing in on me. A grin spread across my features... speaking of humiliating. While we as said lacked the ability to do a few mean things, we had a dozen of our own little tricks up the sleeve. I have a couple more powerful bucks with my crotch before I slid out and took a tight grip of his head and pressed the about where about of my gland tightly against his nostril. Hope I hit it right, always sucked if you missed the money shot.

Letting out a hiss, I rubbed my throbbing clit against the nearest thing it was on really, I tensed up and felt myself let go off a warm stream of ejaculate. I grinned as the buck made that wonderfully strange noise as I let another jet burst right into his nasal cavity. I felt a wet spurt collide with my ass, snot and jizz... oh yeah, I forgot to watch my ass this time. Was hard to get positioned right to avoid getting the ricochet back onto you. Technically only pegasi could manage, which is what I am. I just couldn’t be bothered with evading it this time. Shortly while on my third burst, I heard him starting to cough and wheeze, parts of my load went out through his nostril, other was coughed up through the mouth, and part was swallowed. I managed to clamp him in place till I had blown the last of my load with a contempt sigh. I made sure to wipe the part of my ass that got hit with the gunk on his forehead as he was busy coughing and wheezing. I watched him with a bemused grin, my clit still fully erect.

I Hovered close to him and presented my package once more. “Hey, fuck face, clean my clit, you got it dirty.” It took him several seconds more before he seemed to have retaken control and he turned to me with a pissed expression, which quickly faltered under my serious deadpan. The pegasus hissed in pain and leaned his head forward and lapped at my button with his tongue, ending with a suction that made a popping noise, sending a shiver down my spine. Cracking my neck gingerly I landed with a glow and equally matching grin. Naw... how cute, he was trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was anger, pain, sorrow or any combination of the three, but either worked for me. “Now, what do we say after being fed such a nice dinner? By none other than me even. And I know you failed to drink the dessert down, but I can overlook that if you’re a good boy.”

I noticed his face scrunch up so hard it made me giggle. “T-thanks for the meal...it had a very... unique savory taste...” I rolled my eyes inwardly. Eh, I wasn’t even sure where I was going with that line, but what the heck, it made him annoyed, it was enough. I slid out the med-x and injected a small portion of the small portion, his body immediately becoming a smidge less tense. Then placed the rest of the needle in his broken wing. He could easily each his wing out, turn his neck and grab it with, injecting the rest, but.. oh that’ right, his wing was broken! That would be incredibly painful. “The rest is in the needle, but you’ll take care of that, I’m a very busy mare you know, so, tata!” I walked away from him with swag, making sure to wink at him, no wait, I double winked him. Ha! From the sputtering behind me, I again wasn’t sure on his exact mood, but I had way too much fun to care. Getting off and back on people like this always made me feel better, even if I was quite furious right now. But I couldn’t afford to lose my cool, I had a rep to keep.

I made my way over to the knocked out stallion that had been trying to wing clip me He snarled at me as I approached, apparently having come to and seen most of that whole thing, or enough at least I guessed judging from his expression. “You might can get that wimpy dick to obey you, but if you move that rotten roast beef anywhere near my mouth, I’ll tear it clean off the mound!” ... okay, no more miss nice Shy. I had been going to just rough him up to the point where he MIGHT survive. But no, fuck this, he was going DOWN! Besides... the speckles on my pretty gave her even more charm. Not all ponies had those beauty spots. I gingerly placed my front hooves where his bones were broken and put my weight on them, causing a sharp hiss, followed by a choked sob and tears began to form in his eyes. Pfft, wimp, a mare wouldn’t whine that much. I wasn’t even applying that much pressure. “Nggh... c’mon you cunt... show me that you got some balls, or you just got scrambled eggs in there? In either way, it’s a good thing you’ve turned to raping ponies, just like your idol De- ”

Before he could finish that sentence, I slammed my hooves down and broke both his front legs in one more place each as I gave a furious snort. “Shut up you little slut! I know what your game is, and no, you won’t get me to kill you to avoid being taught some manners. Besides, did you really think I wouldn’t be able to resist your whorish advances?”

After regaining his composure, he tries to speak, let out a whiny, but then managed to choke out some more death wishes. “As I said... like your BBBFF... since otherwise you’d might have a hard time menstruating with all that cobweb in the way. Since really, just like that fucktard, who could ever love someone like you enough to want to put any orifice or appendage anywhere near you with another intent than to do the wasteland a favor and dispose of you?” ... I was SO going to make Brass proud today. Might even bring her back his prostate to line the trophy wall with the rest of... whatever it now was she collected. Never seen a buck cross so many lines in a single sentence before. He was REALLY trying to get me to shave his entire coat with an angle grinder, and use hot sauce as the after shave.

I cracked my neck and gave him a cold stare, causing a flicker of fear to flash through his eyes. Yes, you better be afraid. You called down the thunder, and well... now you got it... I flashed my eyes with a big grin. He replied with flashing his teeth. He had filed them down to be razor sharp...quite impressive, but he had failed horribly with it, going with how he had wounds everywhere in his mouth. You were supposed to leave a pair up or down, preferably both so the rest of the teeth had somewhere to connect and “rest” on. Like this, the occasionally slid past each other and didn’t have a rendezvous point. I shook my head slowly and leaned down and kissed him on the lips, causing him to recoil, making me smirk. It was funny that the ‘kiss of death’ actually was beneficial in theory. You exchanged bacteria, making your body more resistant to infections and stuff like that. At least it was something like that Sanguine told me.

He began to sputter and tried to form a coherent sentence as I flipped him over, making him yelp as he landed on his back, his broken arms flailing like ragdolls. began to ground my sex on his stomach, I spoke before him in either case, so it wasn’t like it mattered what the fuck he tried to think off. “Firstly, you failed with filing your teeth, you leave some so they have somewhere to connect and ‘stop’ on so to speak. Secondly, you are far too cocky. You don’t even see the obvious huge flaw in your logic that I can’t shove your throat down my cunt. He tried to comprehend the situation, steadying himself.

“W-what are you talking about flapjacks? I’ll sink my teeth into your precious goldenrod piss flaps if you bring the close to my mouth, and even if you break my jaw, my teeth are still sharp, and don’t even think about dragging my tongue out, even if you a gag with tongue clamps, I’ve cut my tongue so it won’t go past my teeth, I’ve thought this through, no more fuck will make me suck or lick their goddess damned junk ever again. And yeah! I also know fancy words for colors you bitch!” Well, had to admit, didn’t expect him to know fancy words, that’s for sure. And what was with people and trying to insult my pussy?... then again, it was quite common to just slang someone you disliked as a genital. Was never sure why honestly. I mean, they’re parts you’re generally appealed by and like. Ah, whatever, I’m not paid to think of all the stupid shit in the wasteland. And really? This was supposed to be a badass slaver rapist? He had even taken measures to not get raped. Besides, he fucked his own sex life, who’d want a buck that couldn’t eat you out?

Heh, it was like that retarded buck that ‘expected’ head, but refused to give it. Or well, he didn’t ‘expect’, or demand it so to speak, like he said himself. He simply didn’t have sex with them then. Like he put it “Why pick a mare with less options?” And he treats being an asshole like a good thing. Unless he’s a reaper or something important, that behavior doesn’t go off very well. Heck, overall, he said he would refuse to date himself more or less, overall that he was a terrible pick, and he was. Didn’t seem to understand why anyone wouldn’t want him however. Quite funny with those that can’t even see the most obvious contradictions. Think the most hilarious was that he honestly thought he mattered. Just because he was highly respected in that one town overseas, he demands that everyone else, no matter where he travels, to be treated like in that one town. He doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘different places’. Heck, even I know even if I’m badass here, outside of the hoof, ponies wouldn’t know who I am... unlike him however, I would still be awesome. Was almost sad to rape that choad. Like that other one, that actually thought if mattered he knew more about science, art and cultivation than me. I mean, really? I am still stronger and better than you, being more stupid than me in common sense won’t save your ass.

I snapped out of my train of thought. Apparently it had been one of those slow ones, not much time seemed to have passed. I could in hindsight have gone on for ages, so many stupid people. Heh, like that one that was all ‘It doesn’t matter I can’t pick locks, I’m good at cooking food, and I know a merchant that is great at repairing. - Does he know how to lockpick then? - No, but he can repair about anything.’ like... how was that relevant to lockpicking at all? Ugh, morons. I simply shook my head slowly and brought up my hoof slowly, a wicked grin spreading on my lips. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what I meant, but then it was too late. I grappled him by the chin. He almost had time to shriek as my hoof shattered the first of his front teeth with a satisfying crack. Like this floozy thought they had a chance. Seemed quite cocky to brag how many foals they’d boned before, but this bugger did like the rest of the dweebs and folded like a deck of cards as soon as the tides turned. Was quite sad. Seen some go down with some dignity, but most were as said real pushovers, couldn't take what they dished out.

After two more good wallops, I turned his head to the side, shaking out the bloody teeth as the stallion coughed and screamed. Power hooves low setting was surprisingly effective on mashing teeth. I gave a quick pour of some healing potion in the wankers mouth, grabbing some... possibly water from a nearby counter, splashing it down his maw, then heaved his head onto the side, cleaning out most of the blood from his mouth, checking if there was any stray teeth. After cracking out the last two remaining teeth, I stroked my hoof through his mane. “Still confident you won’t be gargling on my folds, skank?” I gingerly turned around and slammed down my package onto his face, grunting slightly. Should I try to queen him?... nah, the blood was still flowing... wait, blood was highly contagious... eh, what the fuck, Sanguine had an Autodoc if stuff went that bad, this was something I wanted to try. I forced his jaw open, and pressed my hindquarters down, causing him to cough as he was forced into my vag as I let out a delighted sigh. The blood was very soothing, not entirely unlike getting a mare or stallion to ejaculate into you, but more... it was hard to explain. It was just... special.

I ground my ass and rolled my hips, was a bit of work, but after a bit I got his tongue to properly caress my clit, along with his chin pressing against my sweet spot. Oh yeah... this was going to work just fine. I was so gonna ride this fuck after this. I’d save the hoofing for their leader. Apart from his gargling and wheezing cough, caused by blood clogging up his air option I was guessing. Just couple of minutes of working my ass on this bastard I felt myself ready to burst. Now... where was I going to get the money shot? Mouth was kinda pointless, was full of blood anyhow... anal was just too complex and all that, over the cock was little point... facial it was then. I always had an eye for detail after all... I pulled back up, resulting in a brief coughing fit, but soon I heard a whiny as my first burst of streams hit him square in the eye, always good fun. I unloaded the rest of my load over his face with a delighted sigh. One of his hind legs tried to weakly kick me, I sprained the ankle as I came down from my rush. Ah... relaxing.

I turned around to look at the stallion, he didn’t look very good. Good! Seeing my juices coating his face was instantly a morale boost. I began to rub my sex against his sheath; he just whimpered and looked at me with hatred. They always looked so cute bloodied, jizzed on, beaten and pissed. I finally felt his cock coming out after a while, and I giddily twirled around, walloping these losers usually put me in a better mood. The endorphin helped too. Wondered how many times I should milk him? Three or four seemed like a g- yikes! I jumped back as I saw his ugly, shriveled dick, which actually literally was just what I called it. Disgusting little sores covered the wrinkly surface. I wanted to gag a little when I saw it, then got a little disappointed I wouldn’t get to coat his stallionhood in fresh blood. As long as I’d be more aroused than him, it’d have hurt more for him. Since well, duh, blood is a crappy lubricant. It coagulated.

Right, Autodoc sounded more and more like a needed visit when I got home. My magnificent marehood had touched that disgusting thing. I was glad to know Sanguine told me there existed pretty much no lethal STD, some lethal ones had developed from taint enhanced and mutated diseases, but pre-war equestria didn’t have any. Just minor ones, sure it itched like fuck, was sore and all that, but nothing major. Had gotten one or two, and Sanguine didn’t remove them to ‘teach me a lesson’, but really didn’t get his point. I mean really, lickpatches and condoms were difficult shit to find. How did he expect me to wear protection even? He was quite silly sometimes. I heard a pained cackle behind me and turned around to look at the stallion, which had a satisfied, but pained smiled. “What’s the matter tarpaulin twat? Did you suddenly lose blood from somewhere? I’m the one suffering from blood loss, but you seem to be the one with the limp privates.” ... asshole. And that came from the guy with the shriveled pecker. I looked for the weakness of every pony in the wasteland: A remotely sharp or blunt object.

To my delight, I found something even better just a dozen hooves nearby by the smelter, I flew over next to it and confirmed my suspicion. I grabbed the fiery hot stoker in the mouthgrip and made my way back towards the stallion with a happy strut. Things were finally heating up in here. I loomed over him with a malicious grin. The searing hot rod I found nearby the slag would make a great tool for burning out his eyes before jamming it into his brain to get rid of another twat in the wasteland, none would miss him. He looked at me and coughed, a small smile came onto his face, he looked at me with a woozy look before croaking out; “You know... those teeth weren’t only for defense... I actually... ‘ate out’ one of the crusaders, if you know what I mean... she didn’t seem to appreciate my oral expertise however...” ... my vision went red for a second, when I came to, the asshole was sporting a newly caved in left side of his chest, seeming to cause him problems to breathe. Good. Without further ado, I spun around, pure rage in my mind, clouding my judgement, but who the fuck needed that right now. I needed ways to make his suffer. Where was tools for giving an acid enema when you needed them.

With lack of a better alternative, I jammed the searing metal rod down his urethra, watching him writhe in pain as his entire body wracked in spasms, his screams of utter agony filling the room as the scent of burnt flesh sifted through my nostrils, making my head spin with its intoxicating aroma. I was having another of my ‘high’ moments, the world was crawling slowly past me, reminding me of my foalhood... Deus... clenching tighter against the rod, I twisted and turned it inside his dick, small spurts of blood occasionally doused my cheeks before the rod cauterized them. I noticed the further down I went, the more limp it became, guess it didn’t like being torn up and desiccated with a blazing piece of metal. Pity.

I only left a small string of flesh left on one of the sides of his dick, planted the rod in one of his balls, eliciting an even higher pitched scream than before my next action caused it to increase another octave. I took a good hold of half his remaining privates with my teeth on a more solid seeming spot,, bit down and tore it off the remaining strings of flesh. Wasn’t sure why I used my mouth when my hoof or wing would have done just as well, but somehow the burnt, slightly rancid taste invigorated me. Not to mention reminded me of that mare Brass did this on... or well, the equivalence off. But then again, she deserved it, that’s what you get for doing a bad pony, along with not listening to the reapers.

And really, while I can see the fun in beating up or humiliating a stallion, I can’t say I understand why she did this ‘circumcision’ thing... How can you really be that much against when they flare up? It just does that... it did create a pack of stallions with kinda funny shaped cocks though hehe, still, feel sorry for the few innocent ones in that group. I trotted around the near catatonic heap of miserable piece of shit, pried his mouth open and shoved the remains of his cock down his throat. “Dick, choke on it.” Wasn’t sure if what I heard was his gag reflex, a howl of terror or something entirely different, and I cared about as much as what suit Sanguine wore... or actually, the one with the longer sleeves was my favorite, I wasn’t sure why... my vision slowly returned to normal. I wondered if it was normal with sudden fits of rage to then calm down a while afterwards, feeling invigorated and enlightened.

I left the trembling mess of a pony with an indignant snort. At least I could deal with that stupid leader of theirs now, I’d make sure h- hello! I saw just what I wanted to find as I closed in on the reinforced and isolated bucket. I giggled like a filly when I saw it contained just what I had hoped for, this would be fun! I took the bucket in one of my wings and trotted towards the crippled buck. Shit, this bucket was warmer than I thought... better hurry. I yanked out one of his leg, resulting in a whimper from the stallion. “W-whatever you have planned to do, do it quickly, you fucking cunt...” I froze...”What the FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” I was about to dismember him, both literally and technically before I caught myself... he tried to get me to kill him swift and clean, how’d he know that word was what Deus used, and how could he know I hated that fucker? True, others had called me that before, but not like that... it had the same tone as when that cyber-slut said it. And swiftly? He could look in his own ass for that in either case. He was going down slow... like the slug he was. I was sure he was the leader, and that was the only one I had really been briefed on. So I knew I had to make it painful for what he’s done...

I lowered my flank down to give him a mouthful as a sudden sharp pain shot through my body, causing me to jolt back up. Spinning around to look at both him, and the source of my pain, I saw him with clenched teeth, a bent neck, and my marehood had a faint laceration on it... he had tried to... In hindsight, I should have seen this coming, and I should’ve gagged him before I did that, but now... I wasn’t even going to be fucking nice in terms of Brass or Deus, fuck those guys! This buck is going to face the wrath of me, ALL of me. I turned to him and hissed. “So you want to play huh? I can just say that if it’s pain you want, you’ll get it. When it comes to causing it, I’m the world champ you know... I bet you can’t beat me. But maybe you’ll help me set a new record...” I was almost shaking with rage, but managed to contain myself from eviscerating him at the spot.

Let’s see... what did we have at my disposal. There were assorted sharp and blunt objects, we have the smelter, that crushy thing, the acid, me, some more jumper cables and... I think that was about it. Most of the debris and interior was part of the first thing of the list. Oh hello! Barbed wire, jackpot! And rusty pliers, this was my lucky day! I happily trotted over with the rage burning inside of me to the acid bath. Most of the acid has sizzled a bit into the concrete floor, leaving an uneven floor with some crevices. It was much more... polluted than before, but eh. I could make out the skeletal remains of the stallion I had heaved into it earlier. I took a nearby mouth glove and made sure to dip the wire properly, coating it properly in the acid before I headed back. Walking to his rear I didn’t wait for him to drop any witty remark before I forcefully jagged the wire into his ass, tugging and twisting to make sure it went inside.

As I feed the wire further and further inside, his screams rose in volume. After cranking the last part close enough to inside, I slapped the last part into his sphincter, making it shaped like a hook. There we are, that should stay where it is. I knew I had managed to have it scrape against the prostate, I had enough experience to know where that was located. And while hoofing him might’ve been fun, I think this worked for the best, I’d hoofed enough stallions anyhow, and variation was good. Might should have taken a longer piece of wire, but eh, I had lots to do, I’m a busy mare. I took the plier in my mouth as I watched, mostly blood seep out from his ass. That acid sure seemed to burn, not like I cared. Wasn’t like he cared what his victims had begged for him to stop. With slow, but delicate precision, I began to carve up his balls, eliciting even more hoarse screams from the fucker. It didn’t matter what most tools were for, it’s how you used them, just like Sanguine said, and it applies to both meanings of it even hehe... I wanted to make a witty remark how it was funny how I was the one that busted HIS balls off here.

I snickered grimly as he desperately tried to escape, but turns out you won’t get far when all your legs are broken and you’re missing your horn. I almost felt sorry for him if I would have given one shit. Actually, I even cared more when I was taking a shit. Kinda missed the private urinal in my room to be honest, so swift and simple to use. Speaking of which, it was ages ago I visited one of the arena’s glory holes. Was always fun when they had thrown some moron in there that didn’t seem to get it in the detainment one. And was always hilarious to see a stallion fail to use it. Silly males, glory holes weren’t designed for them. The other one almost works easily for them however, they at least reach to grab the edge for balance on that one. Eh, enough thinking of fun stuff to do back home, I had work to do. After I managed to tear open his second sack, another jet of that white, fat gunk or whatever it was spurted out, and after that, I saw some blood flow out, just like it had done with the first. I grinned in delight. judging by his pained breathing, I guessed he thought I was done with him, or at least his testicles but oh was he wrong... we were just getting started.

I walked over and cooed softly in his ear “Doesn’t feel so nice being on the receiving end, does it?” I gave a swift kick to his throat, sending him gasping for air, I didn’t want to listen to what he had to say, I’d rather keep my calm before his calamity, me. With a grin I felt the surge of power run through my veins, I was in charge here, he was merely a toy for me to play with. It’s what happens when you cross the wrong ponies, and do the wrong deeds... you get punished. I grinned widely and was enraptured by the control I had, letting myself get lost in the moment of his sobs and chokes before I let out a long breath and shivered, grabbing the jumper cables with my wings, I once again returned to his nether regions. He painfully moved his head up to meet my gaze. I gave him a wicked grin and flashed my teeth, his eyes going wide with horror as I held the cables in one wing each. I lowered my eyebrows slowly and spoke softly “Why so serious?”

Shortly after, I plunged the cables inside the open wounds into his family jewels, clamping down on what was left of them as he cried out in pain as I let go of my grip of the clamps, having their teeth sink into his flesh. I grinned with malice, my vision still tinted with a bit of red. I made sure to move off him as I flipped the switch, making sure it wasn’t attached to too many spark batteries to kill instead of maim. To my satisfaction, they hadn't. It was actually less than it ought to be, making it even more drawn out. His entire body lost to the convulsions as the electricity surged through him. I felt my own blood surge down to my nethers as I once again was filled with this strange feeling as I felt my own sex become more and more engorged and sensitive. I was so horny right now, but at the same time, this... other sensation filled me up, it was like i had a rush of two different drugs at once. It was hard to explain, but it was just so well... synched. My sore lip barely hurt at all anymore. “Aw... boo-hoo-hoo, does that hurt?”

I watched the last of the juice of the battery go into him, he was left spasming and lightly sizzling. If the noises he made was any indication, he had not enjoyed that, I had however, and that was all that mattered. Looking down on the soldering buck, I placed a hoof on his chest and smirked smugly down at him, placing my other front hoof near his ass, taping at the wire to elicit some more tears from the pathetic being below me. I took a deep whiff of all the combined scents around me, the one of moderately electrocuted fucktard was the one that was both the strongest, and the most invigorating. I swiftly moved down and kissed him on the lips, then roughly bit him in an ear, giving it a tug. If I didn’t know it’d be a bad idea, I’d had tugged his tail too, it was just so hot. Earth ponies tended to be the ones with a strong enough tail to give another tail a good tug with their own even. My clit was hard like a steel ranger armor right now, I felt the pleasant throbs elicited from my little girl as I simply stood there and felt myself being fully swollen, some trickles of lubricant even ran down my mound, giving a wink to the air behind me.

With a sudden unexpected surge of energy, the buck thrust his hips against me, scraping up a long gash along my leg with the barbed wire, forcing me to cry out a bit in pain as I had to tear up a slightly bigger wound to get free. Yeah, I would definitely need that Autodoc visit. Keep calm and canter on... don’t turn him into spam... don’t do it... he doesn’t deserve your mercy... was sooo tempted to take Brass up on that... “offer” right about now... the wound really burned. Oh fuck! I noticed how I was gushing out. As I quickly pulled out a potion, I made sure to bleed out into his sheath. Fucking lucky asshole with managing to rend open an artery... speaking of which, who was it that knew how to cut off the right ones to make the dick swell up like a balloon till it burst like a gory puss? Think it also required a rope or something, but fuck that right now. If anything, I could tops do that thing with fishing wire in my vag, having it cut clean through their dick, filling me up with their blood as the scream echoes through my ears... I swigged the potion down, leaving the bottom gunk which I poured into an open wound of his, directly against the bloodstream. A technique that worked well to stop the bleeding off a particular wound faster. I had to keep him alive enough to properly make him wish he was dead.

I stopped by for just what I needed over at the forge, dashing back and forth just to get ahold of the bucket, I didn’t even care that it singed my mane and fur. I growled viciously and pinned his first leg in place. “Hope you got a high pain tolerance...” I hissed as I poured the molten slag over his leg, immediately causing more agonized cries and he trashed and tried to get away. I waited and pinned his leg in place till the slag had cooled down, after leaving their magically enhanced buckets, it cooled down surprisingly fast. And cauterized any wounds as well, which was a good thing. I repeated the process three more times. NOW I’d like to see him try moving, fucking bag of useless dicks. I moved into position to better reach what I was after, even if ours was more easily... “obtained”, both needed to be engorged to function properly and be the most satisfying. Or well, assuming you cared about it feeling good for you... right now I just wanted him to suffer however, but I still needed him erect... unless I ripped his abdomen open and dragged it out.

But even then, It’d be simply be so much easier to just have him hard to begin with. I licked around his sheath, the metallic taste had a more intoxicating effect on me than normal, I even enjoyed the taste. I’d get his dick out, with or without the permission of this dick, I wou- I spat and gagged as I recoiled from the offending stream. Oh... IT WAS ON. If he thought he could piss me off by pissing on me, he was wrong... after having relieved myself into my prey, and slowly, SLOWLY crushing the remains of his balls between my hooves, hearing the sweet gargled screams he made as his testicles were turned to mush between my hooves, I resumed my effort to get back on track with my original scheme... being tired of waiting, I simply pulled out my last type of needle and jabbed it down into his opening, causing another wince and sniffle. It didn’t take long before his cock slithered it way out from its hiding place. There we go, I roughly grabbed it with my wing and climbed atop of him, sliding down on his dock without wasting any time, causing him to choke up from the pain. Seems like it hurt to have friction against something caked with dried fluids... that and the overall treatment I guess.

Something was missing... my eyes went wide as I realized what was missing. I adapted a husky tone and spoke. “Now... how should I put this to you dear, I just don’t know how I should BREAK” emphasizing with the word, I harshly twisted my entire hindquarters to the side, forcing his cock to bend in an unnatural angle, in fact, it bent too far from what the tissue could handle, making me feel a short resistance before something just felt like it gave in and broke, filling me with delight and satisfaction. Whoever said we had the weaker gender my ass. “this to you! Or wait, I just did!” I gave a cackle as his cries died down as he desperately tried to scream and breathe at the same time as I re-adjusted myself, sliding off temporarily to look at the damage I done. Nice, it was all swollen and ripe already, it just didn’t look pleasant in any way, which pleased me as I slammed back down and began to rut the living shit out of this stallion, his entire body seemed to swap from shock, to pain to attempting to simply just breathe and function.

I aligned my clitoris with partial winking to have it rub against his cock as I rode him, ensuring my orgasm to hit me. Had to admit fucking a broken dick of a broken dick wasn’t all that it was made up to be. I had to tell Rusty, that despite being one of the mareliest mares I knew, that while yes, it was very much different from what I was used to, and okay... it had a very unique feeling as it sorta... ‘sloshed’ around, I still had to say I preferred when a buck had a small one and just gave my prostate a solid pounding with his erect, mostly stiff cock until I hosed him down with my load. And he might get to fill me with his if I was in the mood. Or felt he had earned an orgasm at all. Actually... okay, grinding on this thing was very pleasant, but I’d still not recommend it if you want to get off... or had she even told me that? I’d have to take that up with her later. Ungh... damn I must be horny right now, going with how good rubbing my clit against his flesh felt like. But still, I needed something... more... I glanced around, ignoring his pleas and tear filled eyes. He should’ve thought of that before. I never back down unless I absolutely need to, or realized I bucked up badly with a mistake. Like that time I mistook a mare for her twin... especially after it turned out her sister had died a week prior.

That was the only time I ever had willingly taken a spitting cobra. Besides, she was as good as new after the Autodoc. I was a mare of my word at least, I had dignity and standards. I noticed a shattered wild pegasus bottle. Perfect! Just what I needed for that little extra kick! I leaned to the side and grabbed it with a free wing, steadily feeling myself grow closer to my well-deserved orgasm. Holding the bottle gracefully, I slit a opening above his junk, a fresh gash that caused a slow flow of blood out from the wound, I dropped the bottle to the side, having it shatter into more pieces as I plunged both my wings down into his stomach, digging around inside as I curled my wings around whatever they could find as they explored his insides. Noticing his eyes getting misty and beginning to glaze over, I knew I had to hurry up before it was too late. I wanted him to feel this, it wasn’t like riding a bucks rigor mortis as you fed them into the machine. (Heh, those were really a once in a lifetime lay’s for the bucks. Not too much of my thing though.) I bit my lower lip as I felt the familiar and pleasant feeling build up inside of me, I couldn’t hold out much longer... I was going to blow. I leaned forwards, gazed with lust filled eyes into his horrified ones while he screamed in pain. “Mind if I resume holding you down against your will while I cum? No? Didn’t think so.” I tensed up and got ready for the inevitable, clamping my teeth down on one of his ears as I slammed down on his cock, making it press against my sweet spot, my eyes clenching shut.

And boom goes the dynamite... I arched my back and cried out as I came, without thinking I pulled back and flared my wings to their full glory in my ecstasy. Feeling something warm and gooey bathe my body and smear against my chest and wings, not really giving a buck as I gave several hard pounding on his pelvis as my juices flowed free, the first spurts just hitting his abdomen seeping down, some going past his ass or open wounds before I pulled out and made sure to spray directly as some of the gashes, and the last stream over his face. It was not after my contractions had died down I noticed that I had pulled out part of his entrails and internal organs with my wings... heh, got a bit carried away there, but oh well, no harm done... was that his spleen? Although, judging by his twitching and gargling, it had been extremely painful, which was just all the better. I had to finish him soon though. I grabbed a loose piece of glass off the floor and got off him, he’d lose to much blood to play with soon anyhow, with those wounds. I held his dick firm with my free wing and with one swift motion, sliced the tip in half. As expected, his screams had reached a new high, right before a plunged the shard down his windpipe. “That’s enough out of you!” I growled. I was tired of this fucker, he’d die slowly and painfully of the course of a few minutes with those injuries if he didn’t suffocate.

I left the gargling mess much in a similar fashion I left the previous dickhead. My rage had however almost fully left me. I felt... tranquil in some strange way. I guess I just needed to get stuff like that out of the system every now and then. Whew... I felt parched. Working hard was exhausting. I did a quick survey of the room. Oh sweet, some sort of soda stood on a nearby conveniently located shelf... Tomat och Morots Saft? What the hay kind of gibberish was this? I took a sniff... it didn’t smell bad. I took a sip... tasted carroty, with some other aftertaste... I inspected the bottle closer. ‘Bara magiska smakämnen, inga naturliga tillsatser.’ More gibberish... ‘-Tillverkad I Hästsverige’ I had no idea what that just said. Wondered if it was some sort of zebra drink? It had a picture of something that reminded me of a pony, but it had a monocle, top hat, horns and a longer muzzle. This was moose-t peculiar... I shrugged and drank the rest of whatever it was. Didn’t have bubbles in it however, was actually quite nice, more refreshing even. Like flavored water, sort of, I wish I knew where it came from, but there was only one bottle around, and it seemed to have belonged to Bonesaw, going with how it was next to what I assumed her medical bag. Ah well, I at least got a little taste of this exotic new thing.

Speaking of exotic... I headed towards the impaled zebra. He seemed a bit disoriented but didn’t show sign of anything more than minor blood loss. I let out a soft coo and nipped him playfully in one of his ears. “Naw, it’s just not very nice of me to just leave you impaled like this.” I trotted around and lay down near him, starting to slowly caress down his inner thigh, towards his sex. He just looked at me with his functional eye, trembling. I just cooed softly once again. “Don’t be scared... I just want to have a little fun. So what do you say, want to help me get impaled as well?” I gave him a seductive smile and started to rub his loins gingerly. I really felt relaxed right now. The zebra was anything but relaxed though. Shame, wouldn’t be nice for him if he happened to ruin my good mood.

“Please...” he sniffled out softly. I ‘tskd’ softly and shook my head. No, I wouldn’t not fuck him. He should be glad I felt so relaxed right now, I’d be hoofing him right now. He let out a sniffle and shook, and to my delight I saw that his cock starting to slide out as I stroked his thigh. Atta boy. Maybe I’d even spare him? Then again... he did give me a called shot. I have burnt off half his face among other things already though... but still. I’d have to see. If nothing else, I’d snuff him out quickly and with as little pain as possible. I really wanted a little labia suckling, but I kinda shot myself in the hoof here. Would have to go with what he could provide me at the moment. I waited for a bit for the rest of his shaft to emerge, but after even giving the penis some caressing, I noticed it was actually erect. (Hey, I was wearing powerhooves, it was hard to notice anything through these) Was that as long as it got? I had seen that small on teens, but not an adult.
Aw... he actually had an adorably small cock. I guess the whole zebra myth/legend was just a bunch of hooey. Or maybe I met the one exception? In either way, I was going to ride that at least twice. I didn’t mind at all, I liked em small to be honest. Easier to reach my g-spot.

I let out a purr and stroked his mane. “Don’t feel bad, I don’t mind how your face looks. That’s just superficial. And besides, if it’s about the other thing, trust me; it really is how you use it that matters. I haven’t had a single buck with a big one that could use it properly.” For some reason he still averted his gaze from me. Eh, guess he had some other insecuritiy or whatever. In either case, I mounted him and slid down, letting out a soft sigh. I actually didn’t think he was a bad person, he didn’t feel bad... I always otherwise got this subtle knowing when I looked into someone’s eyes. Just never really thought about it till now. But when I am this calm and reflect on it, I have felt a bit of inner fire in me whenever I meet someone bad, been more cheerful when I meet someone that’s good. And some just seem somewhere in between, feels... purple. Yeah, didn’t make much sense when I thought of it, but if felt purple.

I started to hump the zebra, flashing my nub against his shaft, rode him a bit angled so his cock hit the sweet spot of my insides. This right here was what was nice. Could just take it slow and slam my hips down, cept I wasn’t really slamming like usual. Was more of a tactical, gentle hammering. Oh yeah... that was the stuff... apart from the feeling of having to take a piss, I loved the buildup to ejaculating. I moved my hips to the side and slid along his shaft, letting out a shiver. Wait... what if I... I shifted my hindquarters, angled slightly to the side and... hello! I made a goofy grin as my clit aligned with his urethra. I gave gentle thrusts sending tremors of pleasure through my nub. Just a little more... with a few final thrusts I was once more pushed over the edge and several warm spurts of my juices splashed against his coat as I gave a low moan. Unlike before, this orgasm just flowed through my body in a euphoric manner. I was sooo getting a massage when I get back. Oh, and preened. That recent dashite should know how to do it. And heck, like they’d say no to a chance to preen me.

I spend a couple of seconds just breathing before I slid down and resumed thrusting him inside of me. It was strange how he was gritting his teeth the whole time... and why was he even crying? Some part of me told me to stop, but I couldn’t comprehend why. I mean, I felt great, this felt great. Did his face hurt? “You want some more Med-X?” I asked, quirking a brow. But before he could answer, he gave a slight thrust and quivered, and I felt something warm start to unload inside of me. I grinned and clenched around him, giving a couple nice bucks with my hips. Was almost so cute to see guys shivered like that when I milked them through their orgasm. Wasn’t too hard to keep going with his flare up, only really big ones slowed me down a bit I knew the purpose of the flare, but as I wasn’t in heat, it was fairly useless right now. I pondered on trying to ejaculate down into his urethra, but eh, too much trouble, and unlike me, he didn’t get to choose if he wanted to or not. Was great if you didn’t want to make a mess... we did as said make a much bigger one when we did, but eh. Once he had stopped shivering, he looked at me with his eye and reluctantly nodded slowly.

I smirked and flipped out my last syringe and injected half of the half needle into his face and he visible seemed to be more at ease, but he still seemed discomforted. Eh, beats me why. He had a beautiful mare having sex with him, despite the fact I should be raping him hard and mercilessly for what he did. Zebras were strange. I just sighed and rolled my eyes. I sped up my pace, thrusting against him faster, clenching as I went up and down in a pretty zen state. Didn’t take that much longer before he whimpered and tensed up again. I didn’t bother to slow down; it couldn’t feel that bad after all. It took a bit longer before I neared my second time, and I think I’d go with two rounds as said. Was a good number for my current mood, I slid him out of me and immediately some globs of cum splattered against his shaft, sack and coat. Heh, looks like some was kept inside by that flare after all. I leaned down and clenched my muscles, pushing most of it out into his sheath, past his rod. It came from there, he could have it back. With a slight giggle I began to trib his cock with my cunt, sliding along the appendage coated in our mixed juices. This was fun, I ought to do this more often to be honest. Not with this guy though, he really wasn’t of that good a caliber to match my physique.

I gave a few more powerful thrusts as I felt myself get closer, and just when I felt my body begin to tingle and tense up, I noticed the zebra already having started to whiny, and the first strand of sperm spurted out, I grinned and sped up, gliding my clit all the way to the tip of his cock as it flared up sending shivers down my spine, and mere seconds after he started cumming, I felt my body let go and the valve broke once more. Man that valve needed almost daily repair, I couldn't even remember the amount of times it had broke in the past. I giggled inwardly as my juices shot out, splashing all over his shaft, spraying in different directions. I giggled out for real when I noticed one of his strands went straight into where he was impaled, on some impulse, I lift my hips and sent a stream into him as well. Hehe, talk about ‘returning to sender’. It took us both a dozen seconds to calm down and collect ourselves, and I felt his shaft go limp under my plump folds. They, as well going equally limp as my mound sunk back to its original position.

“Mmm... wasn’t that fun? I had a great time you know. Isn’t this better than being disobedient? If you’d been a good boy and just done this from the start, you’d still have your face you know. And” I giggled as I said the next part, goddess I had a bad sense of puns. “Isn’t it the stallion that is supposed to come inside the mare? Seems like we both came inside the stallion.” I cracked a grin and got off him, suddenly hearing some VERY rude mutterings from behind me. I flared my nostrils and turned around slowly. “I HEARD that thank you very much...” the pegasus swallowed hard and began to sweat, his eyes darting back and forth. I had very good hearing; something most didn’t seem to think was a possibility. I cracked my neck and walked up to him. I saw he had managed to use what was in the syringe... good, he could hope it was still any left in his system. Was unsure of I should go with this or just use rope, but he made the whole thing clear for me.... true, they were already broken, but eh. Didn’t hurt to be extra sure. Besides, it was like ribs, they grew back after a while from what Sanguine told me... don’t know why he always cackled when he told me something like that... but looking closer into this stallions eyes made me feel... purple, mostly. Well, he’d get to live then.

I placed a hind powerhoof against the edge of the machine and my front hooves against the side of the wailing pegasus. I gave the wing crushed between the two plates a firm smash, hearing a satisfying crack of bones, and saw his wing dislocate, then gave it a harsh tug. With a cry of pain, I yanked the buck free, tearing his wing clear off in the process. As he lay frothing from the mouth. I was just about to feed his other wing to the mineral pulverizer when I heard the door slide open. I spun around, getting ready to pummel some more pansies when I found myself staring directly at Circuit, one of the ‘rogue’ flashers. Next to her where four more mares, most likely of the same moral fiber, I think one of them were just a ganger though. “F-Flutters?” the sturdy earth pony mare exclaimed as she saw me standing in all the gore.

I casually brushed some of my mane out of the way of my blood soaked face. “Sup girls? I just finished trashing these losers. You could help me finish up if you want.” I motioned towards the mayhem, especially pointing out the heavily burnt and raspy breathing zebra, and the weeping pegasus underneath me. “You see, I need somepony to ‘take care’ of these schmucks. The stripe should be alive for a while longer if you want to get some zebra meat, and this fucker here you can work over for as long as you want, just be back before sundown... that’s like, nine hours, I do think you have time to have plenty of fun. I’d start with the stripe though, since he won’t make it anyhow unless he gets medical attention, and why the fuck would we waste that on him, right?” I paused for a moment. “Well, unless you really, really want to keep a ugly zebra toy around. I think you could somewhat easily find a new, whole one though. I can say he got a rather cute junk though.”

I flared my wings and cracked my neck. “Anyhow, yeah. Just make sure this dick here survives, we’re gonna send him as an example of what happens when you fuck with us, we fuck you up...” I walked towards the still flabbergasted Flashers with as much glow and swag as I could muster with my spent body. I’d really need to rest my rear for a few days. Too much ‘aggressive negotiation’ in too little time. I gave Circuit a sly wink as I passed her, and her expression turned to one of lust as soon as she had understood the information.

“Oh, and I almost forgot, right next to the furnace is an unconscious mare, drag her back to the arena if she’s alive. I need to... ‘have a word with her’, so try to get her back alive if she hasn’t bled out, just a warning though, there was a certain... ‘accident’ when we fought, so don’t send a mare of weak will to pick her up. Also, her pelvis is broken... And there’s also supposedly some foals hiding somewhere here, question any you can get conscious about it. Make sure they survive and are sent with that poor excuse of a pegasus back to the arena, you can play with him in before hoof if you want though as said. Just don’t inform any other of it, neither the ‘cargo’ you’re transporting, or the fact I left toys alive, report directly to me, got it? Oh, and there’s also a mare by the rubble over there, check if she’s alive and patch her up if you got some spare medicine, at least a bit healing potion for a certain... injury, you’ll know which one, bring her along or leave her. Just don’t kill her, she’s one of ‘the better’ scumbags, you know what I mean. She gets off with a warning this time. There’s also a buck near her, out cold or dead, check him too, same goes for him. If you want to play with them too, just keep it light.”

I narrowed my gaze and looked the other mare straight in the eyes. “Find the foals before you start, and make them watch. They’re reachable if you... ah good, you have Nimble with you, she’ll fit in the vent. It’s just outside to the right of the door. They have to learn what is waiting for them if they’d ever decide to even think of messing with the reapers, but also that they will not have to be on the receiving side if they are smart enough to join us, got it?” I flared my nostril to emphasize. “You’re either with us... or you’re against us...”

Two of the mares seemed unnerved by this, but quickly shied away from my gaze as I glared at them. “Y-yes Fluttershy, we will take care of this for you Miss!” I began to stride away from my work with a sense of pride. I could hear the mares behind me making squeals of excitement, clopping their hooves together. I could tell I wouldn’t be disappointed. I hoped they raped that fuck good, trash like those didn’t deserve better. They should know their place. I almost passed fully through the door when I saw the filly from before. Shuddering in a sobbing pile by the stairs, still tied up like I left them, but now they had couple of new bruises and an even bigger puddle underneath them...

What the hay ha- oh tartarus... don’t tell me the Flashers thought they were slavers I bundled up for further fucking... granted, they had about all the signs... and I guess gagging them wasn't the best idea in hindsight... well, I know it’s not their fault, but I still had to pretend to be mad at them to keep my rep up. Besides, now I could get to comfort and nurse those two back to health over a longer period of time. Might even teach that girl how to fend for herself a bit, was ages ago I got to tutor fighting. I turned back to the group of mares inside.

“Hey! What did you fuckers do with my toys?”

Author's Note

"Miss Psychoshy! That is highly inappropriate!"