Make 'Em Cry

“So... where are we going again? And why can’t I bring my manticores?” Brass asked me over the wind as we were swooping down the wasteland towards an outpost near the river crossing.

“We’re going to fuck some buck up.” I replied with annoyance, yesterday had been such a huge disappointment... “Big Daddy told us he’d be all alone out here for the next hour, scouting parties or something like that. We’re going to make his ruffian gang join the arena, likely merge with some bigger gang. They’re apparently doing something, somewhere I couldn’t be arsed to listen to. But yeah, short story, we’re going to rough him up badly without killing the fuck. And you’re not allowed to bring your pets since this is supposed to be a stealth mission, and nothing says ‘subtle’ as your flock of what, a couple of packs of manticores? Yeah, nopony would be able to pick that out on the sky. That, and we’re being punished for accidentally fucking that buff ganger to death... but that wouldn’t have happened if he hadn't shouted, I got distracted.”

Brass sighed and nodded to me. “Yeah, I also lost my distraction when he yelled at us. Quite a few of the Flashers seemed to approve of our act though. Think he might’ve plowed a few of em in the past. Shame though, I actually had ploughed him a few times before. He always got so mad when I did... it was the only reason I did it, always got so pissed at me.” The other mare snickered and smiled. “I prefer my pets, but it’s damn fun at times to just rut em sore, especially while at the same time complaining on their method, and how my pets are more skilled than them. He actually bit me once, but I think you know what happened after that.” She gave me a wide grin and winked. A memory came flooding back to me.

“Ooh... so THAT’S why he limped and walked so funny that week...” I snickered myself as I recalled that week vaguely from around a month ago. He had been scooting around the area hilariously, not once sitting down from what I could see, and had a huge swollen bulge on his abdomen. “Say Brass, what’s in that toxin of yours anyhow?” I saw the other Reaper ponder over the question for a while before shrugging.

“I dunno, a little this and that I guess. I can control it enough to deliver a small numbing dose, a moderately potentially lethal, paralytic dose. And a large, almost always fatal dose that leaves my victims frothing and spasming. But I can’t do the last many times at all per day before I completely run out. That’s basically what Sanguine told me, and what I’ve figured out myself.” She grinned sheepishly. “You know, it kinda feels a bit like ejaculating at times, I dunno why, but it’s like I blow a nice load from time to time when I inject my venom, especially the large dose, almost euphoric sometimes... nothing like the real thing, but damn close in the right moments. It’s a bit like having an elongated nub or flap, cept it’s deadly and more flexible... and much less sensitive to touch of course, heck, otherwise I doubt I could slam it in so hard, haha.” She snickered and waves her tail for good measure.

Huh, quite a bit of freaky tmi, but still interesting. I guessed it was like pegasi wings a bit, or earth pony ears, some also said unicorn horns were included, but I kinda doubted that as they were mainly made of calcium. Knew they could feel them a bit, like you could a tooth, but that was it, I knew that from experience... I only did that to bust that myth of course... I didn’t actually believe it to be true, I just showed somepony it was wrong. But all of those were far from as sensitive as the real deal, but was enough erogenous zones to make a pony shudder if done right, like rubbing their cutie mark just right... still, unlike an ear or wingtip, I wouldn’t lick or nibble on her stinger, she could keep her freaky shit to herself. I nodded contemplatively and gave her a “Hm...” as a reply. Just a few more minutes, and we’d have reached the shed this unicorn buck was supposed to be hiding in.

We landed a while from his shed and I inspected the area, noticing the mines laid out, holding out a hoof to Brass who had started trotting towards the building. “Look, I know your favored tactic is to disarm mines with your face or toss one of your overgrown bugs on them, but I’d prefer to do this more professionally.” She looked at me with a snarl before I knelt down and disarmed a mine she would have stepped on with her next step, and her face fell noticeably, causing her to mumble out something resembling a thanks. “Right, I’ll sneak in and get him out, you stand by the door and smack him in the face when he tries to run out, okay?” Brass nodded to me, and I snuck towards the house, disarming the few mines around it, then made my way inside a window, seeing him hunched over a bench working on something.

A grin spread across my face and I hovered towards him, halting to check for traps, finding none, I made my way closer, hovering upside down as I slowly lowered myself down next to his head, breathing into his ear. Quite quickly, he immediately stopped as he felt something breathe in his ear, he slowly put the tools down and turned towards me, his eyes dilating as he saw my grinning face, I lowered my voice as deep as I could and whispered straight into his face: “I run faster when I’m horny than you when you’re scared...” the stallion let out a shriek and scrambled backwards, turning and burst towards the door, as he flung it open and was meet with a buck to the face by a Brass that had been anticipating him, sending him hurling back into the cabin.

She joyfully exclaimed “Hello! We’re here to kill you!” the expression on his face was priceless. He tried to crawl back, but bumped into my front legs, scrambled back, but didn’t get far before he got flanked by Brass. We shot each other a look and we grinned simultaneously, licking our lips. “Since you got bottom last time, I guess I’ll have to take it this time?” Brass exclaimed with a casual tone, ignoring the stallion as he was just a piece of meat... actually, that was just what he was at the time.

He gave a nervous, edge of panic, chuckle. “Now, now ladies... let’s not do anything rash, I’m sure we can come to an agrhmhm-” he was cut off as I plopped my flank down over his muzzle, locating my moist folds over his lips. Wonder how long it took for me to swell anyhow, despite the countless times I got hard, I never really bothered to check how long it took for me to get fully engorged and wet. Just one of those small things you never really thought of, like the fact you are breathing, never think about it till you... dammit!

I gave Brass a nod and grinned. “Yeah, I’ll take the top, we could swap after like, three, found rounds if you’d like. I tapped my chin as I ground on his face, causing his to snort and sputter, making my temporary companion wait as I pondered. ”By the way, should we fill him up or paint him?” I heard some muffled noises, but just sat down further onto my ass.

The pegacorn gave me a wicked grin, leaned in and to my surprise gave me a moderately long kiss before pulling back and spoke huskily. “Why not both? And by rounds, you mean both of us, right?” I leaned in and kissed her back, giving a nod and smiling maliciously.

“I like the way you think...” I tapped the buck on the side of his head. “You heard the lady, chop, chop. Do something useful with that tongue of yours. Was told you had a silver one, prove that and you might get to keep one of your testicles.” My comment managed to shut him up for a couple of seconds, then he slowly began to finally give me head, making me sigh with delight.

His speed suddenly skyrocketed, and he began suckling on my folds as well, causing me to shudder and let out a soft whiny, I shortly after noticed the cause for this was Brass prodding his sack with her stinger. “C’mon you worthless buck, get a move on. We don’t have all day, we’re busy mares. Either get the blood into your schlong, or I’ll help you get it out...” I gave her a wink, she knew just the things to say, now I had a stallion with a vibrate setting working on me. She gave me a wink back, then began to hoover, and gave me another type of wink. I let out a gigglesnort and watched as she slowly cut a superficial nick along the base of his external stallionhood up to the tip, eliciting a muffled whimper underneath me. Oh pish posh, that was not even on the goods itself, and it barely bleed. Stallions where such crybabies; that was just a flesh wound.

It almost took an entire minute, two more cuts to the sheath and a few pricks at his balls before the sobbing slut managed to get his dick out to Brass, now actual annoyance. She unceremoniously grappled his cock with her wing, aligned it then slammed her hips down hard, making me hear a choked snort as he twitched, and to my delight, his muzzle went inside me, and I gladly pushed my ass further down, feeling how his muzzle filled me up. Now THIS was some tight action... after around half a minute, I finally let him push my vag off his mouth, hearing a coughing intake of air. Psh, he should be glad I couldn’t cause him to vomit... or well, I could with my wings, but he should know what I meant. On the other hood, he couldn’t bite or gnash my privates clean off either while I did this... so kind of fair trade I guess. Least better than nothing.

The mantisi next to me seemed quite ticked as she pounded his ass sore as she rapidly thrust up and down, making an audible noise every time their bodies connected. She seemed to calm down into it however after a few minutes, I think she might not had aligned her clit correctly until now, have to keep that in mind, silly Brass. Speaking of which, I felt my first round approaching, I reached my right hoof out to the reaper in front of me with a coy smile, and she first gave me a confused look before she rolled her eyes and grabbed it with hers, and I pulled her in for a kiss, with plenty tongue. It didn’t take me long before I began to shudder and my first load spurted out of me into his maw, a mixed euphoric feeling spread in my body. Brass however broke the kiss prematurely, making me pout. I let out a disappointed whiny as she cleared her throat and pointed down to the buck.

I arched my brow before I perked my ears and realized he was drowning. Well, talk about failing to be a useful toy. In gave an annoyed snort and pulled off him, watching him turn him head and cough up my juices, along with throwing up shortly after, just lying on the side breathing and gasping. Brass just resumed riding him; at least her end couldn’t choke... nor was as reliant on the victim to do something useful. I just gave him a slight kick and asked with a ticked tone “Uvula?” he let out another coughing fit and nodded. I sighed and waited a bit more, watching as Brass just a few seconds later arched her back, slide up a bit and began to quiver, making the stallion yelp out in pain. Wait, what was she... she just flashed me a huge grin. I looked down to her wings gripping his cock, and the strands of ejaculate spritzing in several directions out of her onto his... “Did you just... with the urethra?” Her grin just went winder as she blew me a kiss. Oh that bitch... I couldn’t even manage to pull that off... very often, it was hard as fuck to position that right when you barely saw anything. Think I had managed to do it once. That stallion might have been crying for another reason though... I mean, he was missing a leg after all.

I let out an indignant huff and shot the buck a glance, his breathing was stable enough, so I kicked his head back up straight, and I once again straddled his muzzle, grumbling lightly. Damn Brass, having to be such a show off. And why couldn’t this stallion take a load like a proper pony? I had to give him another jab with my hoof before he resumed servicing me. I winked my clit out, wiggling my flanks a little to get into a nice angle, letting out a sigh as it got into position to be stroked by his tongue. The reaper next to me just grinned and leaned back, starting to pound down on him hard, didn’t seem very pleasant at all for him, but as long as she got off on it it was viable. Though, bitch... she was once again pointing out she wasn’t restricted by how well he ate me out. Ugh... this is what I hated with Brass when she got competitive. She gave me a grin and hooked around my neck, giving me a long kiss as she suddenly gingerly convulsed against me, purring softly as I heard her load slosh out.

Dangit! That only took about another minute. I sped up my grinding against his muzzle, a couple seconds later giving him a swift kick as I tensed up, letting out a soft grunt as I unloaded into his maw, this time the fuck didn’t choke up as I emptied my ejaculate in him. Once done, I waited for several seconds, with nothing happening, I snorted and clenched around his muzzle and slid down deeper, letting out a low snarl. I shortly after heard the gulping noise I was after. I pulled back from our make out session and grinned. “Least I can fill the fucker up.”

Brass only stuck her tongue out and winked, giving a dozen more poundings, speeding up to the whimper of the male, making me notice that he had cum at least once by now, going with the cumstains piled up with Brass’s. And counting by his trembling, this might be his second one. The pegacore slid off him, making the last of his sperm spurt out aimlessly onto his stomach. If that girl had more time, she’d have made sure each of his orgasms would have been dry one, she just got him there, and then pulled back with no stimuli as he came. She was an expert at those. I watched with a slightly perplexed look before I saw where her wings went, eliciting a squeak and a tense buck. Was she going to...? I lowered my eyelids as she tugged his rear entry open and aligned her pride around a hoof away and began to rub off with a spare hoof. Shortly after, streams of lubricant shot out and into his ass.

I grit my teeth as she finished up and let go. Damn it Brass! I gave an indignant snort. “Well... at least he still has to drink mine; yours just gets put in there...” My current companion just kept purring, mixing a bit of neighing into it... that always creeped me out. An equine shouldn’t purr... and a feline shouldn’t neigh. I pulled her close and slammed her down on his cock before it had time to go limp, kissing her roughly. Ugh... why did she get me so hard when she did this? I want to both rut AND rough her up... stupid sexy Brass. She let out a gigglesnort and returned the kiss with her much rougher tongue. I had to admit it gave a very unique feel to get licked by. Bah, I was still more mare than she was. Sure, her pussy was more exotic, but I was still the most well-endowed and hung mare in the hoof. And besides, it mostly lay in how you used it. And I used my package just right.

Having things heat up a bit, it took us almost two minutes before my next orgasm was due, during this time, I wasn’t sure, but I think the buck had whimpered once more. Had to say it was very amusing to gather up like seven loads in you with some stallion, and as they lay there curled up thinking you are done, just tighten your opening, slide off them and then you straddle ‘em and push all that managed to stay inside out in their mouth and force it down. Haven’t seen a single one not vomit from that. Extra satisfying if you shot one of your loads as well afterwards, not counting the dozen ones that could be adorning their abdomen by that time. Ah, that much concentrated salt was not good hehe. And ugh, did Brass have to caress my feathers with hers? It was like... having a third pair of lips on my back, but just a portion as sensitive pleasure wise.

She broke the kiss with me, leaving us both panting as we locked hooves. I noticed how we both began to tense as I gazed into her eyes... wait, was she blushing? Oh crap! My cheeks were flushed, when had I started blushing? Fuck! I for some reason didn’t really care right now, was sooo close... the knot in my stomach unfurled and I felt the liquid wanting to find its way out. I pulled back and let out a soft whiny, noticing her doing the same. Wait, were we really doing this? Managing to do this synced, or even near simultaneous was really difficult and rare. My lust however took control over me, and we both lunged forward in a kiss, our first streams hitting directly where our crotches were at the time, I felt a surge of pride as I just knew I gave him a nice soaking facial, havin a hunch I got him in at least one eye. The next couple jets however sprayed over his body overall, some streams even crossing and colliding to my delight, creating small collision as our ejaculate mixed and went everywhere. Some resemblance of pride surged through me as I noticed I made the most notable chunks of jizz, my cum being thicker than her much more clear ejaculate. As we both had blown our loads, I found myself locking both pairs of lips with her, our little mares rubbing against each other as they flexed.

Noticing this however, after we got down from our endorphin induced high, we both pulled back with bright blushes, strings of lubricant and saliva connecting our respective lips as we chuckled nervously. Okay... that was just a spur of the moment; we just got carried away... that is all. Brass found herself as she saw his cock trying to retreat and slammed down on it, starting to rub along it with her clit fully exposed. Showing me a confident grin as she raised her tail, and stuck it where the sun didn’t shine... the stallion cried out in pain before I landed on his face. “Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to shut up from dread. We’re having a moment here? Can’t you see that?” The weak whimper and sob I got as a reply I took as a maybe. “Just lie the fuck still and shut up and we won’t do it any rougher than we feel like.” He shakily began to lick my pussy once more. I more or less just ground against his tongue like Brass ground against his dick. We kept going for another few minutes before I felt my stomach tightening again. I noticed Brass had kept a steady pace with me... and the stallion just leaked out some more sperm onto his stomach.

We giggled and kept going; our breathing had become rather heavy from the strenuous activity. But I also noticed she seemed to slow down and wait a couple times... was she syncing me? In either case, it was kind of hot when I thought about it... we both leaned back as we felt our orgasms close in, and we raised once hoof, grinning. Right before I came, I sent it forwards, hers mirroring mine as they connected midair, giving each other a high hoof as we hissed in unison. I gave a couple more spurts, but felt myself going dry here. Brass didn’t even ejaculate, and I only saw her goods contract. Hehe, I had her by the hood now. She was running tired.

We kept going for two more orgasms, none wanting to be the one to toss in the towel. The stallion we were using had more or less stopped licking me, just having his muzzle open for me to rub against, Brass had got his dick back up though, but it was somewhat swollen and bruised. I saw her fatigue and grinned as another orgasm ripped through me, I knew I couldn’t handle one more... my cunt was freaking sore... I hadn't even had anything in me to squeeze out over him this and the prior one. I leaned over, still rubbing against his tongue, and gave her a kiss, reaching a hoof down to rub her erect clit, swollen folds and on occasion, her... wait, she had six nipples?

I shrugged and kept caressing her. She let out a whiny, trying to pull back, but I just began to suckle and nibble on one of her ears, running my wings over her primaries, embracing her tighter in my hug. She sputtered some noises before she made even more noises, ending with her crying out in bliss as I heard her blow a final load, spraying over the buck and my hoof. She trembled in my grasp as her spent body let out the last of its stamina, she even hugged me back, biting down in my shoulder... ow... she had teeth. Giving the last couple bucks as her orgasm died down, I heard her whimper, followed by her letting out a weak squeak and she collapsed quivering into my grasp. I grinned triumphantly, completely spent myself. I let her fall backwards onto the soft carpeted floor, blowing the last of her steam and breath out. Her swollen pride twitching as I looked at it with mild amusement as it began to go limp. Ha! I still got it.

I suddenly heard frothing and gargled chokes growing quieter, noticing how Brass stinger slid out and curled up next to her, coated with more than the two colors I had expected... I shook myself to attention and went down and gave her a rather weak slap on the cheek if I might say so myself... I was tired okay? This got her attention, along with a confused, hurt and angry look. “The fuck Brass? Did you just inject your toxin by emptying your gland?”

Her eyes hazily looked at me, then at the stallion and she seemed to be stuck with a realization, her ears folding back. “Sorry, it’s in my nature... lost control of my gland...” Brass blushed sheepishly as the stallion twitched and foamed at the mouth. I facehoofed and gave her a slap on the cheek a second later.

“Fucking idiot! We were just supposed to rough him up, not kill him!” She flinched and grit her teeth, seeming to want to hit me, but I knew the little bitch couldn’t, I was far superior to her. “Well, now that you’ve fucked this up and killed Froggy, we’ll just have to hope the rest of these fucks aren’t stupid enough to oppose us. Hopefully we can convince Big Daddy he was dead when we got here... or that he refused to come peacefully. Also, you’ll have to lick my cunt, later you cunt. It’s your fault I never got to came my last orgasm” I saw Brass scowl and look at me with distaste.

She weakly laid on her back and pouted. “Fine... but let’s at least spend some time here resting... and it’s your fault anyhow... you pushed me too hard at the end. You know I can’t control my body if I am too stressed, exhausted or ... yeah...” She looked to the side and stroked one of her front legs. I guess... I guess she was right with that. I think I’d actually do that thing she loves but almost never gets to do with her after that oral she owed me. Fair is still fair, she lost the bet. But I didn’t mind a condolence price; I’m a very generous mare as people may know. But resting sounded nice, I was spent... and I don’t know why, or what it was, but I had a similar feeling like with that colt some days back, or similar events... but this one was different. I felt both fuzzy and a bit longing inside... and sad. Ugh, these feelings were just so confusing... what did they mean? Why didn’t I want to humiliate Brass when I looked at her all curled up like that?

I let out a sigh. “Fiiine... and while I won’t say it’s not your fault, I can agree it’s not entirely your fault. But really, learn some better self-control, you know I never lose my cool.” She looked at me for a really long time, like she wanted to say something, but then just rolled to her side. Behind us, I heard the last... let’s just call them oratory signals... of the stallion before he went quiet. Following an unexplainable urge, I scooted closer to the other mare and lied down next to her, folding a pair of legs around her, feeling her tense up, and I saw a blush spreading on her cheeks for some strange reason. I broke into a smile and kissed her on the cheek, playfully whispering into her ear along with a hot breath: “And now... I will spoon you...”

I giggled and nipped at her ear. But she seemed to deflate and slumped down... at the same time as she tensed up. I wasn’t sure how it worked, but it just did okay? She let out a sad, disappointed sigh I barely heard. I had no idea why, but I felt... strange inside. It just felt like I had done something wrong... I huddled up closer to her, our bodies coated in mostly sweat and perspiration, but some other fluids as well. We smelled heavily of sex. And yet, I didn’t know what it was... but as said, something just felt... off...

* * *

As I stepped out of the shed, a sharp pain shot through my leg as I soon realized I had just been shot with a flechette in my knee. I gave a short yelp of pain before rolling out of the way, several other bullets pinging of the shed’s wall. Bloody wankers, attacking a mare just after she had sex. I took to the air in a rapid succession after my roll. I scanned my environment, finding a group of ragged wastelanders. I counted up nine of them, four stallions, five mares... well, if you can count that zebra as a real ‘mare’. I was surprised they even had a stripe among them; she seemed to be around her mid-teens. “There they are! Get the fucking murderous, rapist cunts!” a lavender unicorn buck shouted while he reloaded his hunting rifle, anger and hatred burning in his eyes. What a dick, I was not a cunt.

I snorted and dove straight for an earth pony mare at their east flank, her eyes widened as I closed in, she desperately shot towards me with a revolver, most bullets missing or gracing my coat. One however finding home as it clipped my abdomen, I felt a stinging pain shooting out where one of my mammary glands should be. Oh, this bitch was so dead if she had shot off one of my nipples. I roared out as I the next second was right next to her and smashed her head with both my power hoover, caving her skull in before I kicked her fresh corpse away from me as her head turned into a mix of gore and crushed bone, one eye had left its socket.

Without missing a beat, I flipped in the air and delivered a swift kick to a nearby stallion, hitting him square in the throat, causing him to fall over, dropping his shotgun that had come dangerously close to my flank before I bucked him. I pounced on top of him and reared up, planting both front hooves down on his chest, hearing the satisfactory sound of bones cracking and the spark of my power hooves. “Aim for her wings and legs, try to clip her! She’s too arrogant to fold or protect her limbs!” I turned my head towards the voice after the stallion gave a final gurgling breath and went limp underneath me, I saw that young zebra, just finished with throwing a knife towards me, I smirked, who’d she think she was? I easily sidestepped the projectile an- *THACK* I let out a shriek and stared to my side, the knife had lodged itself in my left wing, it had only hit since I had kept it unfurled to show my full, intimidating pride. What the fuck was this zebra’s problem? I wasn’t superficial! That was just luck.

I dodged a barrage of bullets aimed towards me as I mid-tumble yanked out the dagger, which proved to be a bad idea. I screamed out as the serrated blade with hooks tore out feathers, muscles and flesh along with it. “GAH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU ARE SO DEAD FOR THAT! Nopony hurts Fluttershy and gets away with it!” The cunt didn’t even flinch as I yelled at her, what was wrong with zebra’s? She just steeled herself as I charged towards her, gracefully jumping to the side to avoid the incoming bullet storm, but several of them clipped my unfurled right wing and legs. Nothing I couldn’t handle, but it still hurt like hell. I’d have to take potions after this, and where the fuck was Brass? I swung my mighty hoof towards the little bitch, aiming to break her legs, so I could take time to break every bone in her body after I had dealt with the others.

To my surprised, the zebra pole vaulted over my swing and headbutted me in the stomach, again, right at that sore spot I got hit in before. I hissed out and rolled backwards away from her, gingerly shattering the pelvis of a stallion I had appeared next to with a swift blow from my hoof. He cried out and went down in an instant, I then crushed his skull with a mighty stomp, ending his miserable existence and snarled. The zebra circled away from me, keeping a steady distance. I knew I couldn’t catch up with her like this, I had to deal with the others first. “That’s good, keep shooting at the monster! Just try to stay at least 20 hooves away, and feint if you can, we can do this!” Did this pathetic zebra really think they had a chance against me? Fluttershy? I was a legend. They barely had decent condition weapons. Several more bullets tore into my body and I cried out in both pain and anger. I dove behind a rock and took a swig from one of my two fresh healing potions. I shouldn’t have to take potions; I was far too brave for that. I wore an aura from my sheer fucking amount of marelyness. My total contempt for everything was as good as actual armor.

I felt the magic start to close my wounds; the throbbing down at my belly became dull. I glanced down quickly, and noticed that I should have killed that mare slower, one of my two nubs was just finishing re-growing and healing the torn tissue. I bolted out from my cover before more time was wasted, I charged towards the nearest mare, a unicorn with a Desert Griffon pistol. She blasted at me, began to zigzag, but one of her shots hit me square in the knee of my left hind leg, the joints popping loose, making it very painful for me to run, I didn’t care, I roared and jumped towards the mare just as she was turning left, but to my surprise, she jumped right. Causing me to fumble and fall on my face, a short while later I felt a bullet pierced my hide, point blank into my ass. My. ASS. I howled out in frustration and backflipped into the air, rushing towards the cunt that shot me, and then I’d go after that dick over to her left.

When I came close, she had almost reloaded; she was a quick one I noticed. I prepared to pounce her, and halted right before I leapt, and as I suspected, she threw herself to the side. I then bolted after her. Her eyes went wide in shock and I collided with her, I drew both my hooves down onto her front legs, I felt both of them cave in under me, it felt good to hear the crackling, the snapping of bone and the scream of a pony in pain. Tears were now streaming down her face as I grabbed her by the mane with my good wing and slammed her head down on a rock, holding it there as I reared up. “Hey bitch! Let’s see how well I can make a ‘point’ shall we?” She looked at me through grit teeth and teary eyes as they went wide with realization. Her head lay against the rock, her horn sticking out from the top. A few more bullets tore into my flesh, but far from enough to stop me as I came pounding down on the mare’s horn.

“NO PLE-*CRACK*” Her words died in her throat as was replaced by screams of agony and pain as my hooves sparked and her horn was crushed clean of the base, leaving a jagged stump that spurted droplets of blood. To my satisfaction, I noticed how the miserable trash had just finished wetting herself as she began to weakly trash and wail, both front legs broken, and missing her precious horn. It always amused me how helpless most unicorns were without their ego extension. Another bullet tore through my shoulder blade, but what I really felt was another dagger boring itself in my freaking right wing. I bit my lower lip enough to make it bleed. I spun around to see the zebra bitch quickly scampering away from my reach, much to my annoyance.

She gave a cocky grin and taunted me by blowing a raspberry. I heard being eaten from the inside by radroaches or bloatsprites was extremely painful... suddenly she shrieked as a blur swooped down and picked her up. The rest of the trash suddenly shifting their focus from me, allowing me the time to lift the cunt up in her broken limbs, making her cry harder as I shifted my gaze to the sky. There I spotted Brass, holding the zebra in a lock under each limb, her hind legs kicking uselessly. “I thought you ponies knew to keep your pet zebra’s SPAYED” as soon as she mentioned the word, she thrust her stinger inside the mare’s... privates? My eyes went wide in horror and my own nethers clenched and tingled very uncomfortably as I saw the mantisus seeming to twist it around inside as the zebra’s screamed at the top of her lungs, fresh tears streaking her cheeks. It went a few seconds before I saw the tip burst out of the zebra’s stomach, then Brass pulled it all the way out, a spray of blood along with it. I felt sick, I loved seeing gore, but this was a bit much. At least seeing it done to that area. I noticed that all the remaining mares made a collective pained whiny, even the de-horned unicorn I was currently holding... just dropped her jaw in shock... then her consciousness. Which honestly, was for the best from what I came to witness.

That’s when Brass reared up once more and shouted out “and NEUTERED.” driving her stinger inside the mare for another round from a slightly different angle, this one however, thankfully shorter. I could just somehow feel that all the other mares also protectively shifted their tails over their groins as we witnessed the gruesome act. Her stinger immediately staked out the zebra’s back before pulling out almost directly afterwards, seeming to pull a bit of her insides out with it. It almost seemed like the two holes were accurate locations of a mares ovaries... which really unnerved me, since it meant she had done this before, allot. Brass then dropped the zebra from her grasp, making her thud to the ground, just a couple of hooves below. The mare immediately fell to her knees, then emptied her stomach. Trembling badly, very badly. I had wanted her dead, and I quite frequently hit ponies in their pride, but I never eviscerated or mutilated them... that was just a step I had to much dignity to take. Blood poured out of all three holes as she just stood there shaking, the life rapidly leaving her battered body. On closer inspection, I think one of the mares had fainted, since I don’t recall Brass, nor me killing the blue earth pony with the dual pistols.

The zebra looked at the nearest mare with teary eyes and said with a hoarse voice: “K-kill me...ki-kill me... p-p-plea-please? H-hurts... so much...” Blood had begun to pour out of her mouth and her eyes spoke of that any shred of hope had just left her body. It didn’t take many seconds before a shot was heard and the zebra slumped to the ground, the last standing mare of the riffraff, rifle smoking, and an empty casing flew out as she looked on the still form with terror in her watery eyes. I had almost shook out of my stupor as I heard one of the stallions shriek. I turned to see that Brass had taken the moment of shock from the act to sneak attack another pony, this one was being held in the opposite direction as the zebra.

He cried out in panic. “SHOOT HER! QUICK! JUST KILL IT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE LIKE THAT!” My fellow reaper just cackled madly and raised her stinger once more to strike at the panicked stallion.

“Same goes for STRAYS!” I expected her to shove it up his ass, but to my surprise found that she plunged her tail inside the sheath and twisted her tail around inside of him. She seemed to wriggled around for a bit before something seemed to have been painfully forced inside something it shouldn’t be able to fit inside... that small jerk and raised pitch of in the screams told me all I needed. Despite not being able to relate to the particular pain of a stallion’s parts, the whole scene still was unnerving. It took a few seconds before bullets started to spray the two. Brass’s stinger tore through his chest before it went back out for another jab, I had to compose myself to not vomit as I thought I saw what I hoped was just a liver or some guts fall out and onto the ground. Her next strike struck lower, digging its way inside through the poor fucks testicles. This one too burst out his back before it went out again, blood spraying out like a fountain, the stallion screamed at the top of his lungs as he was kicked back and Brass lifted into the sky again, the barrage of bullets fully focused on her, I was completely forgotten, which was good, since I could only stare at the spectacle in front of me. The stallion trembling and coughing up blood, wheezing as he seemed to have gotten a bullet through his throat. All while his life essence quickly was drained from more than one opening. I didn’t really want to know why it had started to pour out his rear opening as well, all I could tell was that he was in immense pain as more of his internal organs failed on the ‘internal’ part, seeping out through his sheath.

She’d gotten several wounds from standing still, but she glided gracefully away before I saw a shot tear through her flank causing her to yelp and cover her hindquarters in a pained grimace. I wonder if that shot had penetrated all the way through? She snarled and dove towards the only remaining stallion, the other had just quieted and bled out from multiple injuries. Least from what I assumed. Somepony might have put him out of his misery. His gun clicked and he frantically looked around himself before pulling a string on his belt, shortly after an explosion of smoke shot out, I saw Brass dive into the smoke, then a second, much wetter explosion was heard, and heard a pained but surprised yelp from a female voice. It was hard to tell what had happened, but I heard hoofsteps galloping away in the distance, and when it finally dissipated. I saw Brass covered in some sticky goop, presumably tar, and the stallion was almost half a kilometer away. Damn that brown earth pony could run fast. The other reaper snorted and shook some more tar out of her mane with a sour frown.

Her frown turned into a smile and I turned to see what she was looking on. It was the last remaining mare which frantically was searching her bags for what I assumed was ammunition as she hadn’t shot at either of us yet. The mare had a medical brace around two of her legs and realized we were staring at her. She began to cry, tears and snot ran down her face as we drew closer, on a closer look, she neither looked very old... come to think of it, most of the ponies we had just killed weren’t much more than in their late teens. That’s when I noticed she had a ragged crusader cape around her neck. She tried to back away, but had apparently a hard time to move her legs. Which I guess explained why she was so far away from the others, and in cover. I started to wonder why this bunch of poorly equipped misfits even tried to attack us. She sniffled and sobbed, stammering out what I expected was either a ‘Please don’t kill me.’ or ‘Please, make it quick.’ I couldn’t make out which

Brass pushed her onto her back; the pony gave out a pained yelp and shook in her entire body. My hybrid companion raised her stinger and grinned deviously, the mare responded with wetting herself and began to bawl. Something about this just felt wrong, the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach did that thing again. “Look, I got us a new toy, Shy!” The mare only trembled in response as she wept. I held up a hoof on Brass’s shoulder.

“Look, rape her if you must, just no permanent physical damage or killing, okay? I can give you head back at the arena if we leave now.” Brass halted for a moment and looked at me as if I had lost a screw, or possibly more.

“Why? It’s just some crippled fuck. Why’d you care if she lives or not?” Brass pressed the tip of her stinger against the mare’s throat, who just hiccupped in response. “Did that zebra get you with some poison or something? You never offer to give sex to anyone... ok well, with the exception of virgins... that and when you lose a bet... or other special occasions. What’s with you and virgins anyhow? They’re terrible lays, don’t know shit.” She gingerly kicked the mare lightly in the crotch to emphasize her point. The pony in question winced and curled into as much as a fetal position as possible and whimpered as she kept sobbing.

I shifted my weight and sighed. “Look, I just do, okay? After that act you pulled, you seriously killed my libido for the day. I know your cunt is some fucked up cross between a pony and a manticore, but I mean, come on! You have to have some empathy for your own sex! ... not that I found it much more bearable when you did it on that buck...” Brass gigglesnorted and grinned.

“Really? The pony that threw a fellow reaper in a wood-chipper, stomped a defenseless preacher to mush since you were too lazy to move from the place he spoke on, the mare that as a ‘prank’ wraps barbed wire around a stallions privates when he’s asleep to then invite the flashers to a ‘show’ as he wakes up, and the pony that broke all legs on a pregnant mare and laughed as said mare tries to roll for help... she did manage to get help after an hour or so, but still. Anyhow, you’re telling me that you, the prime reaper couldn’t handle some gore?” I snorted and glared at her.

“That wasn’t just some gore, you tore that zebra’s privates apart, wrecked her cunt for fucks sake! ... and not in the fun way...” I paused for a few seconds before adding: “And that stallion’s dick too... where the heck did you even learn to do that, and why?” I could almost taste some bile on my tongue, shivering as I recalled the prior events of gruesome display. A huge grin spread across Brass’s features as she gently placed the blunt end of her stinger against the mare’s sex, prodding inside against the hyperventilating pony’s most sensitive nub, eliciting a choked whimper.

“Oh really? What would you do if I sliced up this trash’s pussy right here and now?” She flared her wings and pressed harder against the mare’s nethers, that smug grin of hers spreading.

“I’d have Sanguine castrate Fluffy with a rusty spoon.” I stated flatly. I saw how her face fell and Brass’s wings went limp onto her sides. She immediately pulled her tail back and shuffled away from the mare, her facade of bravado suddenly vanished from her face.

“H-hey! Chillax Shy, I was just kidding! Don’t hurt Fluffy! He’s a good boy to mommy!” I smirked as I watched as the reaper stammered nervously, beads of sweat forming on her brow. She turned to the nearly catatonic mare beneath our hooves. “Right, seems like you’ll get to live you squirt, be thankfully Fluttershy is such a softie, or I’d have enjoyed disemboweling you, slowly.

I let out a huff of annoyance. “Yeah well, whatever, I just don’t feel like raping or killing right now, and you’ll have to fly me back home Brass, that fucking zebra busted my wings beyond the help of a simple potion. Brass seemed to deadpan and just stared at me. “And listen up both of you, if any of this comes out to anypony, I will track you down and tear out your cunts with my bare hooves and make a container for my Sparkle cola, got it? Especially you Brass, if I hear a word about this from you ever again, I’ll make sure to get myself a new holster for my power hooves as well of matching design... and you know I’d do it, you’ve seen my.. ‘socks’ I got... ‘donated’ to me from four kind stallions, remember?” the trembling mare just nodded fiercely as she laid in a puddle of her own mess. It seemed to take brass a couple of seconds to know what I meant. When she did however, she looked at me with a mixture of being stern and scared.

“Leave Fluffy out of this... what did he ever do to you? And besides, if you expect me to fly you home, you better give me that head you promised. It’s not that appealing, and I know you’re not particularly good at it, but still, if I can get you to give me sexual favors, I’ll take any chance I get.” The pegacore snorted and puffed up her chest defensively.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, climbing up on her back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, know your place woman. I’ll chew on your weird cunt sometime later this week, not in a mood right now, but just ask me sometime later when we’re not busy. And if you recall, Fluffy has scratched me on the ass, twice, and ate one of my favorite fuck toys, he even had to eat the half with the good part, I couldn’t even stuff and preserve it as a toy, that buck had a very neat looking dick you know...” She coughed indignantly as she spread her wings and took to the air.

“That was totally your own fault, and I can only blame you for leaving your toys lying around in the basement... granted, Fluffy did break down the door and you had chained that buck to the floor... but that’s beside the point! Fluffy’s a good boy!” Brass exclaimed as we flew away from the scene, quickly leaving the bloody mess behind. I had to admit though, despite the weird look, I had always wondered if manticore tasted or felt that much different... would that technically count as beastiality? Probably not, she just had non-pony looking parts, she still was sentient... or, well, as much as you now can call Brass’s intelligence a “sentient mind”... wait, fuck! Had I remembered to feed my current pet when I left this morning... or yesterday? ... How long could a pony live without food or water anyhow? I’d have to make sure to check when I got back home.