Make 'Em Cry

by Satch

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Sex, Crossover
Length: 76200

A take on Psychoshy from Project Horizons, before she showed up in the story. (lots of non-consensual stuff, violence and the like. Grimdark)

Right, so this is a long overdue fic, along with being overly grimdark as *buy some apples*. It basically started in the PH forums, and escalated from there. Partially after I concluded there is far, faaar from enough rape done by females in PH, (along with FoE as a whole) along with a certain lack of terms that would likely exist in a ex-matriarchy world. Keep in mind this fic was started as soon as Psychoshy came in more or less. So going after her later completely altered and revamped personality will not work. There was at a point considerations to alter it to Brass, possibly Rampage (with some tweaks) or somepony else, but I gave a "meh" as I was already over 80 pages in production.

Anyhow, the base premise of the fic is similar to any FoE fic: We follow a character around as they do stuff. Here we follow Psychoshy around, a totally mentally stable pegasus from the Project Horizons spin-off, supposed offspring of Fluttershy, whom was conceived through an abusive relationship, and for all Fluttershy knows (as much as she could possibly know during her breakdown and brainwashing or whatnot) was that said fetus perished during a stress induced miscarriage. Which was a ruse, the fetus was more or less abducted, stasis pods, conspiracy and the like, then she was taken out and made ready to be used in sinister plots and raised by a crazy megalomaniac with to many crazy plans, and stuff happened. In either case, enough mostly accurate, somewhat serious background. Like said, we follow Psychoshy, the Reaper around on her daily routing of ... basically doing whatever she feels like.
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Sadly, not too much is invested in the story here. So most chapters are just "slice of life" per say. There are references to PH here and there, and few to FoE. And quite a few random ones to pop culture, the fandom and what have you. I have however tried to make it as a "glimpse of character" or whatever it is called. Seeing things from another perspective. Along with "fleshing out" a hopefully, decently plausible character. One has to be willing to take a couple of things in mind to "accept" them as a functional character. (such as dropping our worlds societal norms, stereotypes and the like) But to those that can do that: I hope I managed to create a somewhat rich character at least. I tried to go beyond just a flat "me rape now" character. And while she certainly doesn't see things like the "average" person, I tried to add a bit more depth to her personality beyond just raping for rapes sake. I know this could have been a really interesting and unique story, but tbh, I really doubt I'm good enough to have pulled that off. So yeah, if you want to see my somewhat overall headcanon take on Psychoshy, want to read about peculiar, rare and generic cases of rape, with a partial focus on personality delving or what to call it. Then by all means, do try to enjoy this fic. Otherwise, if you dislike any of the topics, FoE, rape or whatnot, (or love the fully revamped, disassembled and card-boardified "Whisper") then I do not recommend that you read this, nor any upcoming chapter.

It is complete at around 125 pages long. So unlike other works, I will be splitting these up into more read-able chapters. As reading close to 75000 words is a tad bit long in one go. I can aim to at least hopefully release one "chapter" per month. Depending how my proofreading assistance works.

Anyhow, if you are interesting in reading more about a rather headcanon, overall "alpha" Psychoshy kicking and violating *other word for donkey*, then be my guest. I will list content in this, to as good as I can recall, so you can know what to expect. (all my stories will have this from now on. Got the idea after reading YET another piece of murloc excrement that "pretended"/seemed like it was something else. Didn't help that the author claimed it was a "serious" fic either, then only after being called on their lie made a incompetent excuse that then it apparently wasn't serious anymore. But in either case: This is both the longest and most violent piece I've written. I however couldn't manage to stick to sexism like promised, so this fic contains both f/m and f/f rape, and indications of other types. ( I know, I'll might get around to do a really stupid and generic role reversal fic sometime)

But yes, this fic is about Psychoshy tearing the wasteland a new one. Twice.
And this fic contains: Violence, Rape (mainly female on male), Gore, Murder, More Rape, Torture, Attempts at Fighting Scenes, Attempted Storyline, Hopefully Canon-ish Characters, Squirting, Oral (both genders), Vaginal, Anal, Sounding, Dismemberment, Double-Clam Sandwich, (Eiffel towering) Foal-Fiddling, External and Internal Cumshots, Minor "Watersports", Erectile Tissue Rupturing, Called Shots, Venom Enema, Castrations (I think...) and Snuff.
That's all of the main things and notable content to what I can recall.

Published 2013-06-01 23:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-21 14:55:39 UTC

I'll Kill Ya For That!

It’s just one little building they said. *WHAM* I cartwheeled away from a spray of fire, casually crushing the skull of a ghoul I had made sure to hamstring before. Just a little slaver nest, shouldn’t be a problem for you. *CRACK* I delivered a swift blow with my powerhoof, causing the unicorn desperately trying to roast me to be awarded with a nice inward bend in their throat for their effort. *THUD* I slowly landed fully on the ground and exhaled. They shouldn’t have any slaves they said, and if they do, just do whatever you want with them they said. I exhaled loudly and slump down, watching the unicorns horn flicker as they wheezed, gagged and coughed up blood. I could just give them a coup-de-grace, but eh... I was on a break right now, I had earned it. It didn’t take much longer for the pathetic heap of a pony to have their eyes glaze over as they finally stopped struggling. Man... some ponies just did not appreciate my hard work enough. They just don’t know what I have to go through each day. I hadn't even got to bang somepony for days.

I finished my breather and began heading up to the second floor, but suddenly stopped as something caught my eye. There was a ‘dead’ buck near the stairs... I had never killed, or bucked someone in that direction. No visible wounds, yet coated in blood... though, no weapons were on him either... and corpses don’t breathe... I strode up to him and looked closer. The breathing seemed to increase. Naw... how cute, he was so afraid of facing me he played dead. Silly pony, that wasn’t going to save you... or was it? I tapped my chin in contemplation. Eh, they know their place, I guess I could humor them, but first... A grin spread across my lips. I normally didn’t do this as I know how much it hurt, but heck, couldn’t just let the buck get off scot free. I lined myself up along his hindquarters, removed one of my hind powerhooves, aimed and... *THWAP* I hadn't kicked with all my might, but hard enough, especially for a mare of my strength. His high pitched, shrill shriek made me laugh, the pony flopped around on the ground looking absolutely hilarious as I put my boot back on. Ah man, I ought to give called shots more often, not in a overly powerful way, but enough to have them twitching to the floor.

Ah well, enough of that, time to leave this sucker for walking funny for a few da- something caught my eye as the buck twitched and whimpered incoherent nonsense. I walked over to the corner of the stairs, following a trail of blood, behind a tatty couch, past the buck. There, in the corner, lay a pale and bloodied foal, throat had been slit, dead eyes, almost cold to the touch, indicating it had been dead for a while, but not more than several minutes... oh you little bitch, thought the amount of blood seemed a bit small, especially since none was underneath you... I hauled the still foal in front of the, just not notice the ruptured orifice... okay, no more miss nice mare, I had my lines, and one of them had just been crossed, broken and tainted. I went back to the whimpering pony, fixing him with an intense glare, making him entirely stop wailing as his eyes dilated. His expressions shifted over to pure terror, I guess I had my best ‘You’ll soon wish you were dead’ look, going with how he managed to simultaneously empty content from all three orifices at the same time. His eyes shone with both panic, regret and guilt, he knew what he had done, and he knew what was coming...

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It had taken me almost half an hour to finish downstairs, and to my pride, I had managed to make his scream himself hoarse. And unless someone with severe medical knowledge, and an autodoc nearby came within twenty minutes, that fucker would be dead within the end of this hour. I strolled up the stairs, to my surprise meeting a group of scrawny, trembling ponies behind a makeshift cover sporting a white flag. Judging by their terrified looks, they had heard everything. “P-please! Don’t kill us!” A mare squeaked out. I only had to turn and shot her a look and she looked ready to soil herself. Good to know my reputation was known to this group of low lives at least, made my work much easier.

I gave them all a long stare. I was still pissed as fuck for both what happened downstairs, for being sent here in the first place, for not getting laid in days and fuck knew what else... Ugh, I hated when daddy took away my sex privileges... I knew I should kill them, that’s why I was here, but fuck, I was tired right now, I was going to take a nap, or well, a small break for ten minutes on that couch over there. I couldn’t just let them go... then a thought struck me and a grin spread across my lips. “Tell you what, I’ll spare your miserable lives if you can do something... a challenge.” I approached them slowly, seeing how they tried to scurry further into the corner.

“W-what would t-that be m-miss?” One of the mares looked at me as she hyperventilated. I expected these were some of the pussies of the group, not having the spine to fall back and fortify the upper area of the facility. But as said, they made my trip easier, so eh, might as well spare the fucks.

“Firstly, tell me where the rest of you taintlicker slavers are hiding.” I fixed her with my glare deeper.

The mare swallowed and whimpered, pointing towards a door at the end of the hallway. “T-they went that way... they at first made up a makeshift cover over at the staff room, b-but after you had kept going for ten minutes making Gouge scream his lungs out... t-they decided to make their path further into the building, leaving us here to...” the mare seemed to cover her hindquarters with her tail as tears began welling up in her eyes. “‘s-slow you down’ as they put it... they’d spay us if we followed them...” I arched a brow and looked at the two stallions next to the mares. “O-oh, and geld the guys...” I snickered softly as she looked nervously between the ponies next to her.

I almost purred out my next words. “Good girl, who’s a spineless little snitch?” She sniffled and pointed to herself and my grin increased. “So, secondly I will let you wimps go, but if I catch you again, I’ll promise I will make sure all of you become incapable of conceiving foals, and let me warn you, I do not know very much about medicine...” All the ponies in front of me shuffled nervously and looked at each other. “Anyhow, all I want you to do is simple, either one of you off yourself and let the rest go unharmed, or you can choose: cut off a part of your body or shoot yourself in a knee.” I spoke softly and gingerly climbed up on a nearby couch, the group seemed taken aback. “I’ll give you a few minutes to think it over...”

I made myself more comfortable, and I had to say, man this couch felt good... it smelled strongly of sex, perspiration and lubricant, but the whole moistness was somehow warm... not sure how, but I didn’t care at the time. The group murmured between each other as I shut my eyes for a moment. I heard silent hoofsteps move away from the group, and I silently uttered “You guys go know I can hear you right? And no offense, but do you really think you can outrun me?” I gingerly stretched my wings as I lay there snoozing. “And before you get any stupid ideas, do know I’ve taken a few bullets to the head and still survived, not to mentioned I took a burst of 9mm downstairs. It almost stung. We reapers are just simply better than you normal ponies, we’re made of sturdy shit. Since I do believe you’ve heard of Rampage?” There was a slight distaste to uttering that name, but I made me grin with my eyes closed as I heard silence, then how the hoofsteps went back towards the corner. “Oh, and remember, if you choose to off one of yourselves, do know it has to be on their own volition, otherwise it don’t count.”

I laughed inwardly as I heard two of the mares and one stallion let out a grumbling noise. It took almost two minutes before I heard the first cry of pain, a mare made a suppressed whinny. A few seconds later, another mare grunted out, but seemed to not do more than that, then she was shortly followed by a stallion crying out in pain, much longer than either first two. Then two gunshots went off almost simultaneously, making the last mare and stallion wail out. I bodily felt like resting for longer, but I mentally wanted to get going, so I casually leaped out of my makeshift nest and approached the group, one of the stallins gritted his teeth and trotted in place, holding a cloth to his head. Really? They didn’t even have bandage? I let out a snort and shook my head. “Right, before you fuckers start, let me just tell you that if you stay clear of the corner next to the stairs, on the right side near the door, on the stallion impaled on the window, there is a first aid box, just saying. I know, I know, I am far too kind.” I smiled smugly and flashed them a grin.

Two of the mares seemed to deadpan if it wasn’t for the pain in their faces. “Right, so three of you fuckers decided to not cripple yourself, so what’d you slice off?” The group looked at me with a mix of agony, fear and despise as an earth pony mare tossed me three small body parts on the floor in front of me. I somehow oddly felt calm... despite my frenzy just a couple of minutes back. I inspected the parts. The bucks was the largest, he had cut off one of his ears, didn’t seem to be all of it, but eh, good enough. One of the mares had... sweet Celestia, was that her? ... oh phew, no, it was just a nipple. Still, ouch. The last mare had ... I actually could not make out what that was... was it the edge of her tail? ... would that count? ... okay, granted, a ‘part’ is a part. I nodded in approval. “Right, you’re free to go, take your body parts if you want, I don’t care. Now if you excuse me, I got some flank to kick.” I took the the air and flapped my wings, gliding gracefully through the air as I got closer to my destination, I decided to land before the next door, it just somehow felt like a good idea.

Let’s see... what did slavers usually do to hinder me... I knew most of their tricks by hoof now, though the “put up fishnet in the air” was by far the most lethal. Had lost our first and only Dashite Reaper back then... poor buck, had darted straight in like a rocket and had been minced meat at the end of the room, almost like they knew how he’d fly in... since first the wings, then his hooves, he just got perfectly sliced apart, just in time to land in a conviniently placed tray of salt, almost half his body shredded. Waste of salt if you ask me. I mean sure, that must have hurt like fucking tartarus... for the few seconds he lived after that, but salt was hard to come by. Sanguine had gotten really upset with the thought, had to sow one of my wings back that day. Would have been more, or none at all if Velocity hadn't gone before me, I barely had time to dive towards the floor. And as usual, that smug fuck Rampage had stolen the glory... just strolled in with her freaking razor armour and snapped all the wires, and killed all the fucks. Worst of all as that she hauled my crying ass back to base. Bah, I was young back then though, I am way tougher now...

Anyhow, buck this, I have reminisced long enough, I kicked in the door, making a combat roll to the side, waiting to see if the door was trapped. Oddly enough, nothing happened... I looked into the room, it was just an empty room... bar from two forms in one of the sides of the room. It took me awhile to actually make out all the beds on the floor. Mattresses, bunks, rags, you name it. Guess this was their - I fell flat to the floor, narrowly avoiding the battle axe swinging past me. Holy buck... I did not expect that... who the FUCK attached a BATTLE AXE to a TRIPWIRE?! My heart pounded as the rush slowly died down. Okay... THAT was a new one. I had to give them props for that. I am SO keeping this axe after I was done here. I slowly got off the floor, and inspected the contraption. Apparently it was a pressure plate on the floor, that’s why it had avoided the door, then when I stepped in, click, and woosh. Man, that almost got me... fuck me, if that had come from behind... then I would have been the most hung mare in the entire wasteland... for a few seconds. Yikes, have to be more careful, they are getting creative.

I made a mental note of eviscerating whomever put that up as I approached the forms. I took a sudden stop. Wait a minute... these ponies were smart enough to rig that trap, they’d know I am made out of pure awesome... I scanned the room, and sure enough, I noticed the piles of mines strune across the floor, my aura of swag had kept me from accidentally stepping on one, which once again proved how great I am... though, I had no experience with explosives... what was it Smokey told me? Tap the top button to disarm? ... what button? There are three of them! I let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled my eyes. Sometimes it’d be nice if I had a personal bitch, just some buck or mare that would eat me out each morning so I woke up either to an orgasm or close to one. Would be nice, just have a pony there to take care of my needs, and I could use them for tasks like this... though granted, I tried that once, or well, thrice, they all just died. Or well, the one mare ran off after getting me off enough times that I was too parched and disoriented to follow... she was one heck of a pony on giving head though... man, what she could do with her tongue... earth ponies really knew how to work those tongues...

I’ll miss Scruffy though... not sure what actually happened to him... last I heard he stated ‘Scruffy gonna die like he lived’ as I could barely make his shape up reclined against a chair in that burning building. Quite sure he died, but I’ve heard ponies say they’ve seen a pony that fits his description. I never even got to try him out even... ah well, I got wings bitches! I was about to lift off when another thought struck me. I looked up and saw what I expected. Grenades hung from strings from the ceiling and between poles... damn, they were really devoted to trying to off me... really, they had a bigger chance getting head from me, and that chance was very low... unless they were sporting something impressive, or something... but in either case, point was: They weren’t going to succeed.

When I think of it.... Sanguine seems to be really worried every time Big Daddy sends me out to do some errand, not sure why. I know he cares for me, and he’s the best pony I know, but... I wonder why he’s so worried. I know mean a lot to him, but he’s acting like I’m irreplaceable... actually, I am actually that, but it still confuses me a bit, he doesn’t care that much about Gorgon or any other of his ‘children’... and why am I always contemplating on things at the worst of times? I’m at work dammit, it’s nothing I should worry about anyhow, I know Sanguine loves me.

After a few minutes, I had managed to crawl, cartwheel and pirouette my way to the two shapes. As I finally reached the two shapes, I could make out it was two ponies, a fluorescent green unicorn stallion and a burgundy earth pony mare. Yuck... I recoiled a bit as at the sight of them, them both looked like shit... not to mention the actual shit lying on the floor behind them... the mare was strung over sort of... what were those called again? She was tied stuck to it in either case, easily accessible to mount or grind against, and both had been done repeatedly it seemed... dried bodily fluid of almost all types seemed to be dried and cake in her coat as I took a quick glance to the stallion. He wasn’t faring any better, only difference really was that instead of strung over one of those thingamajigs, he was tied down spread eagle on some sort of bondage or torture device.

Both what they were attached to had adjustable height however. I guess it was so ponies could get just what they wanted more easily. While these sights aren't that uncommon in the wastes for either gender, but seeing both at once had a bit more impact on me. They had really been fucked... literally. I still had to say though, I have to say I think it’d likely be worse to be ploughed by a stallion than a mare. I mean sure, we can keep going a lot longer, but you can technically be more of an ass with a dick. Unless you’d found a feeldoe or something I guess... or were a stallion, a mare could quite easily snap their erectile tissue if she wanted... but yeah, overall, we have more gunk, but it doesn’t usually taste as bad. It’s a higher chance stallions will taste bad from what I’ve noticed at least. Eh, both have their pro’s and cons I’d guess. Least males tended to tire out a lot quicker... and the right mare could really pound the shit out of a pony... man, Mallet had been pissed that one time, think she broke his pelvis...

I gave a second glance, as I suspected both had at least bled once from... about every... ‘used’ orifice. The stallions cock was swollen and bruised, the mare had gotten the same treatment, but her junk was more intact, it seemed to have bleed a bit more than his however, but going with those... infected swellings he had, I think I’d still be the mare if I had to choose. I noticed they had just now noticed me, holy hay they were worn out. I also just now noticed the couple of used condoms, lickpatches and pessaries strewn about. I guess I’d also wear one if banging either of these. Granted, most really dangerous STD’s were wiped out back before the war from what Sanguine told me, but it still wasn’t a reason for me to take a dive in the septic tank so to speak.

Some new had mutated in this radioactive wasteland after all, such as bluecrotch or flaystick. The latter one I did get worried after getting to know it actually affected mares too, going after our “stick” so to speak... I always wonder if I could have become great at science with as much as I spent on thinking? Then again, there was just something satisfying to smash things... then again, I guess I could have done both... ah well, it’s never too late to start if I felt like it. I shook my head and let out a cough. My nose had since long scrunched up from the horrible smell. Really, if I kept sex slaves, (regularly I mean) I would at least clean them every now and then. But yeah... if I decided to get some new ones, I’d hoof-pick them myself, these didn’t really match my style. Besides, fuck getting head in this stench. The stallion had even recently thrown up going with that it wasn’t entirely dry... I saw him making an effort to look me in the eyes, which perplexed me why it seemed so difficult... this buck must be really worn out if he had problems looking at me. I mean, I was freaking awesome!

He let out a weak cough and tried to speak. And sheesh... I’d honestly recommend that they simply just shave their coats and wait for new one to grow back...and not take a bath or submerge, especially not the mare, she does NOT want dirty water in her marehood right now, that could be fatal. “S... so... they weren’t just pulling my tail when they said you were coming?” the unicorn took a couple of long ragged breaths before resuming. “I don’t know what to expect, but please just do it quickly... I’m so sick of getting fucked day out and in, if it weren’t for the fact it is almost constantly pulsating, throbbing and aching, I would have thought I lost the feeling of my dick, since it doesn’t hurt anymore when they pound me, it’s just a dull pressure...” I had to admit, I has seen a lot of tired faces in my days, but Jeebus, this one was among the worse ones I had seen... or would it make it one of the ‘best’ ones?

“Do what quickly?” I arched my brow, was he talking about be raping him? No offense to him, but I was really not in a mood... yet, and besides, I prefered my cocks to n- EW! One of them burst! The pus is leaking out, gross, gross, gross! Why couldn’t it even look decent, like, cracking open a skull at least doesn’t have it seep out like some... man, why were infections so gross? “Ew... if you think I am doing anything with that disgusting thing, you are soooo wrong mister...” ... was he? To my surprise, it actually looked like he was laughing, or trying to, only some sort of wheezing came out.

“Haa... no you stupid twit, that you kill us quickly... we’re too broken to be of any use for your precious arena anyhow... you’d just waste time and resources in trying to get us back in working condition.” He let out a wet cough and paused for a few seconds. “Besides, like you just said, it’s not like you’d want to fuck us. We’re dead meat, just get done with it already, tear off my dick and stuff it down my throat or whatever you feel the need to do...” I frowned and snorted, feeling offended. What the heck did he take me for? I wasn’t a monster... I glanced towards the side, seeing the remains of a tattered poster, the upper sides were left, forming two dirty, but visible horns, and in the middle, someone had put up a mirror. I could make out the bottom of the poster, albeit barely of what was left... ‘Ir----ill’ huh... had no idea what that was supposed to stand for. Though I had to say, looking at the mirror from this direction made it look like I had horns... I looked rather rad with those!

I shook my head and looked back to the two ponies and gave another snort. “Just what the heck do you take me for? I don’t just go and rape battered and tied down ponies, I catch my own prey. Besides, you’re not even part of a gang, are you? Why would I need to kill you? You’re not even part of of whom I am here to kill... or are you?” I narrowed my eyes on the tatty buck, who seemed to have a hard time keeping his head straight, matted tears still adorn his cheeks. The sight honestly made me rather sick... sure, I loved a crying stallion as much as the next mare but... this was too much. I liked to tie up and rape ponies, but this was just overkill. And heck, I did not kill my victims that often... unless they did really bad or bit me or something... most I just knocked out cold when we were done. The mare mumbled something incoherent to me, at least I think she was speaking to me... I decided to make sure and checked. “What? You say something? Or tent got your tongue?” I sneered at her. I know the poor thing hadn't done anything to me... bar from making me feel uneasy, but I had an image to keep.

The stallion snorted at me. “Actually, yes... they stapled her mouth shut after driving a spike through her tongue... she yelled a lot at them, so they beat her up, fucked her, then she bit off a stallions dick, so they beat her up more, fucked her in a chain, left her mouth to the mares, then she crushed a clitoris between her teeth... and you can guess what followed. After that they just shut her up for good. She’s been getting spitting cobras for the past few days... It’s more or less how she’s survived... had to drink their gunk through her nostrils. I’ve been fed a mix of both, she just get mares... stallions can’t really do anything with a nostril you know... but to answer your question; She is, she used to be the Collegiate, talked about moving to Chapel to help them form a safer place for the children, that’s about all regarding what she used to belong to I could get before they shut her up. As for me; no, I am not. I was hoping I could get a job over at Megamart to manage to get enough bits to feed my children, but if they’ve not starved to death by now, been killed, or managed to flee to the crusaders, I won’t be doing any of that in either case, I failed them, I fucked up... and now you’re here... from what I’ve heard, you at least don’t kill foals... usually... but if you happen to not kill some crusaders, ask for a filly named Medley, and tell them to say her father is sorry for being such a screw up... I bet she’s the only one of them that might have a chance to make it there, she’s visited Chapel before... and she’s the only one not sick.”

He gave another cough and looked at me with despise, his murky chartreuse eyes bore into me. And really, why the fuck was he so hostile? What had I ever done him? Sheesh, he was acting like I was evil or something. “Yeah... not going to do that.” I reached over and untied him unceremoniously... causing him to collapse to the ground in a heap... ops... might should have thought of that being spread eagle for hours, maybe days was not exactly the best for circulation. “I’m not a fucking mailmare, you can deliver that message yourself.” I undid the straps for the mare, whom shakily immediately tore of a strap across her flank, I had not noticed that before actually... it caused a long, slender object to slide out from her... oh... ouch... while I knew of sounding, I never really saw it as a thing to do on mares... quite a lot of... ‘other things’ followed with the metal stave as the mare shuddered and vinced, making a puddle of various colours, mostly red on the floor. This was the first time I actually saw an attempt to kill somepony by a broken bladder...

I just stared at the mare that grimaced through her pain as she stumbled over to the immobile stallion, reaching down and undoing something near his dock...I soon saw her tug his tail back, along with it a... VERY uncomfortable and likely not made for pleasure dildo. Only blood flowed with that one however, so I guessed that had been put in recent... still, ouch. With the last strain of effort, the mare collapsed in a whimpering heap. As she lay still, I could much clearer make out the staples covering her muzzle. I let out a sigh and pulled out a syringe, why I was bothering I did not know. I guess Rampage might have rubbed off on me. (and not in the good way. She always just went to hookers, female ones at that. I mean what? I wasn’t good enough, I had at least twice the cunt those prostitutes have!... okay, maybe she might be into some weird shit, then it might be just as well. I jammed the needle into her muzzle, making her twitch. This was my only Med-X, I never really used them anyhow, just kept one for the few occasions I got badly hurt, like that time a bullet grazed my pride. Fuck that had burned.... I gave a slight shrug and pulled out one of the few equipments I kept with me, a miniature tin shears. “Hold still, this is still going to hurt missy...”

A couple of minutes later, and a surprising lack of wailing, I tugged out the last of the cut staples causing the trembling mare to try and speak. “Ike! Ike! Eth out eh ike!” I couldn’t make out what she was saying, so I came to the conclusion that I would pull out the spike so she could speak properly. Pulling the spike out however proved more difficult, it was a bit rusty, but thankfully not lethally rusty, and jammed in straight through her muzzle a few cm behind her chin. I was once again impressed how loud the mare could scream with a clenched shut mouth. I guessed the Med-X had run out around halfway through... as I gave a final tug, the spike came out with a faint gush of blood. It had been a pain in the ass to dig it out a sit has started to scab and almost heal, so I had to wiggle it open again. I saw the mare gag and spit out something... I was close to emptying my lunch when I saw what it was she spat up. Despite it having start to rot, and the fact it was severed, I could make out a dick when I saw one, true, just most of the head and a bit of shaft, but that was still a dick. What kind of sadistic fucks nails a dismembered cock into someponies mouth? ... I guess it was the one she bit off, but still. That must have tasted awful... not to mention it likely “washed” some of the flavour of it before it became too much and she had to swallow.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks, and I suspected she would likely have had them flowing if she had enough water in her body to supply them. Since her amount of sniffling didn’t match her tears. I sighed and pulled out two healing potions from my well concealed belt, some snack cake, some of that Bronco stuff or whatever it was called, a can of conserved fruit and a bottle of purified water... no wait, have to use the dirty water I found and kept for... I forgot, but gonna have to use that, I doubt their bellies could handle pure water. At least I picked up on some things in those books. The pony body was something I found interesting after all. “Right, so I am only going to say this once, don’t fucking gorge on this, you might die, depending how long you’ve been starving. If you eat too fast, your stomachs could explode, or your bodies could have a shock. There are mines all over this floor, but I could either swing back and get you out later once I’m done, or you could scuffle along that wall over there, which is what I now notice the pony who set the mines used to get around...”

The stallion weakly tried to get up, his strength, or lack thereof returning. “I... I can actually disarm them... I just need... to catch my breath...” he looked at my bored... possibly annoyed expression and slowly muttered; “Why? Why are you helping us?” I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Really? Why does everypony treat me like I am some psycho fucking monster? Am I now allowed to be nice sometimes? I happen to have my own morals and views. And yes, I am the best fucking thing that has happened to this wasteland since the rediscovery of snack cakes, but really, can you tell me why everyone treats me like shit, am afraid of me or whatever? Is it that hard to imagine I’m a nice pony? Since I’ll have you know, I’m the nicest pony there is. I’m Fluttershy you know. So, accept my kindness, or I’ll find your daughter and shove your dick down her throat, okay? Since don’t think I won’t do it, I’ve managed to even stuff a vulva down someone’s throat, the WHOLE package, and it was a hung mare mind you, so she had some extra cm to show for it.”

I wasn’t sure where my tirade came come, or where I was going. But the male at least shut the fuck up, giving a silent nod in reply. I guess he finally learned to respect his superiors... or something. The mare was still busy breathing heavily, and I noticed that she at least had taken one... and a half of the potions... then again, not that sure why as she was the most mentally traumatized by far. Even half a potion should have fixed most of those wounds. Sure, painful, but those healed easier... then again it felt kinda nice taking a tad too much, heh. Actually helped me get it up if I had some before getting frisky. The buck seemed to have the most physical trauma from being overly beat up, but eh, not worth bothering to look into.

“Anyhow, so yeah, do whatever the fuck you want. But keep in mind, I own you now... you owe me. Expect that I might pop by and... ‘request some services’ of you...” the stallion just gritted his teeth, seeming to contemplate something. I just shrugged and didn’t bother whatever it might be he could be thinking of. The mare turned to face me on the floor, having now also tossed the piece of penis away from her general vicinity.

“C-could you please... please not take payment of my debt within the nearest month at least? I-I don’t want to swallow another load for quite some time...* The mare let out a sniffle and began to nurse the bottle between her hooves, seeming to startle as I let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

“Seriously? What’s with everypony and thinking I am some sex crazed mare? Yes! I do enjoy banging, but that’s not all I do.. and I do not always have ponies drink my jizz.... just very often. But besides, I can assure you what I will be asking will not involve sex from any of you. Also, I would recommend that you hurry towards the northeast, if you know how to get there from here, should be a compass downstairs, and there’s at least 600 caps there as well, under a fuchsia ghoul. That ought to be enough, since if you head that way, you should reach Megamart, and you should be able to get patched up enough there. And the roads are cleared today, courtesy of the reapers. Now where was I... ah yes! You!” I poked at the stallion gingerly. “You will teach me about explosives! And you...” I turned towards the mare, now seeming to mix between drinking and trying to gargle her mouth clean.

“You were with the Collegiate eh?” I stroked a hoof along my chin as a smirk spread across my muzzle. A plan was forming inside my brilliant mind. “Oh, and so you know, don’t you fucking dare to die, it will not bode well for your children... and if you don’t have any missy, I will find someone dear to you, trust me...” I gave them both a sincere grin. I had the next month’s activities set, now I just needed to get rid of all these mines but one, then we were going to have fun upstairs... they’ll never know what hit them. And best of all, I think my mojo was coming back!

Sugar, Spice and Everything DIES!

I tackled the last mare and got her in a hooflock and began to slowly twist her neck off after having sent one of the stallions down a set of stairs with one of his entrails neatly tied around the top pole. The look on his face had been priceless as he looked from the rend in his gut to the pole, that flash of realisation before I kicked him down was hilarious. Ah man, it was even more hilarious shouting ‘Guess you just... don’t have the guts!’ before that haymaker was just the cherry on top. It had been easy to tackle this filly, she had just stood shaking in this corner the whole fight, looking ready to piss herself. Speaking of which, she was doing just that right now... had to say she seemed awfully well hydrated going by how she almost painted that entire section of the wall. I had to say though, my plan had worked surprisingly well so far.

“P-please!” the mare choked out, feebly struggling against my powerful grasp. I contemplating just giving a quick yank, ending her miserable life painlessly, or if I should drag it out for a bit. Then again, she had submitted willingly without a fight. I had standards after all, and torturing somepony that just gave herself to you was just low. “P-please... I don’t w-want to die... n-not before...” the mare gave a sniffle and shivered in my grasp, her motions becoming more and more sluggish. Not before what? A thought suddenly struck me and I loosened my grip a bit.

“What are you willing to offer?” I asked her coyly. The young mare took several ragged breaths, I guess I didn’t really account for her fragile body when I took that grapple. I watched with a rush of excitement as the mare shook, turning her face to me tears streaming down her face.

“I-I ... I’ll suck your cunt, lick it, e-even your dock.” her face scrunched up cutely as she spoke that word with clear discomfort. Her pupils were dilated and she was sweating profusely and her teeth almost chattered. “Please... I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me... I-I never wanted to come here in the f-first place... but my mot-” I sighed and pushed her over onto her back and loomed over her. She let out a whimper as she hit the ground and I smiled down at her with malice. I had to say I loved how pathetic she was, it was causing my nethers to swell with the blood rushing to them, I felt myself engorging. I could almost feel myself start to drip with anticipation.

I leaned down close and the mare got a look that seemed to tell she was about to shit herself. Which I hoped she didn’t... that would just be messy. I took another whiff of the invigorating mix of ammonia and copper in the air. It was making me faintly nauseated, but more aroused than anything. I gently nipped her ear and whispered into the sobbing mares ear. “You’re a virgin, aren't you?” The sniffle and heavy breathing gave me my answer. This day just got better and better. Not my ideal place to pop a cherry, or method, but heck, I had never tried this before. And I was already soaked down there, besides, this mare gave herself to me. I felt a bit honored actually. I was going to make her come for that.

There was just something very arousing about watching a virgin cum properly for the first time in their lives... oooh... it was fucking hot to watch someone for their absolute first time. They made such cute noises and trembled all over... I’d need to go trade some supplies for a fresh virgin with the Crusaders soon... it was always one of them willing to give their innocence up so the rest of them could get food and essentials. Heck, I was even willing to take one that had been...’nonconsensually used’ for the same price, as long as they haven’t had any ‘proper’ intimacy. I always went extra slow with those... fucking assholes really, at least wait till they are ripe...

Although, I’d had to have a talk with Scoodles after last time, the colt they gave me had just cried the whole time. I was only able to get off twice myself, and him once before I got turned off too much by the wailing. I had been generous enough to let them keep the stuff, but I gave them a warning. I didn’t mind them looking somber or disgusted as I painted their face, but not fucking crying. There was a time and place for everything, and I didn’t want my sensual sexy time to include non-stop weeping. If they were that strongly against banging with me, then I did not want them banging with me. I actually wanted them to enjoy it a little as well, it killed half of the enjoyment otherwise. At least with virgins.

The mare had just been mumbling softly to herself and kept glancing from between my eyes and my crotch. I guess she was expecting me to straddle her muzzle and make her eat me out... hm... I actually wonder... think she planned this? Wouldn’t be too much of a surprise actually. A bit risky, but worth it to have your virginity taken by somepony as amazing as me. I had to admire this filly’s courage. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips. She tried to pull away, but I held her still with a hoof and pushed deeper into the kiss, forcing her mouth open and sucked gingerly on her tongue. Her quiet shaking and sobs roused my arousal even higher. I brushed her mane with my free hoof tenderly as we frenched.

I lost track of time as the foreplay took its time, but by the end of the kissing, she had stopped crying. I broke the kiss and she slowly opened her eyes, breathing calmly, but heavily and looked at me with genuine confusion. “I guess you’re wondering why I haven’t tossed you over and ground, ploughed or forced you to eat me hard yet?” After some seconds came a careful nod. I smiled back and ran one of my wings over her tiny nipples, it barely made her flinch, but I didn’t expect more. “Don’t believe everything you hear about us Reapers... at least not me or Mallet. I treat those that don’t oppose me nice. Granted, I would likely have snapped your neck back there, or left you beaten bloody as a reminder you don’t fuck with the Reapers if you hadn't said something, but do know we’re not that bad as they make us out to be...”

The young mare stared at me for the longest time with her deep silver eyes before swallowing hard. “W-what are you going to do with me miss?” Mmm, I had to say I liked this mare already, she was obedient, knew her place, and polite. Like a pony should be, showing respect to their superiors. I leaned next to her ear and gave it a gentle nip before breathing hot air on it.

“I’m going to make you a mare...” I whispered huskily. The girl flushed beet red and covered her face as I moved down to her nethers. The poor thing was shaking all over, she even tried to cover her moist need with her tail, but I just sat and waited, and soon enough, I heard a deep intake of air, and she parted her legs to the side to allow me easier access, along with dropping her tail. I took in her cute little purple pussy. She had an adorable labia, the left one was twice as long as the right one, but both had a wavy pattern to it. Man, I loved this part. She was almost hyperventilating her eyes were large as saucers, and her marehood was winking at me uncontrollably. I just flashed her a knowing smile and she blushed deeper. I could tell she wanted this, even if she didn’t want to admit it. She had a very thick lubricant as well. Wonder if she was in heat? ... hm, nah, she didn’t smell that strongly, she must just have thick juices.

I knelt down before her and breathed warm air on her sex. The reaction was instant; Another wink and a gasp. This was going to be fun! I nuzzled the area around her dripping folds, running a secondary feather over her outer lips, just at the tip. She made the cutest noises and wiggled her rear. It was incredibly soothing to get to give a girl head. Especially after a fight. She was putty in my hooves.I continued to tease her for a few more minutes. I could see the lust and craving in her eyes. She was almost close to tears with frustration, her front hooves was moving in erratic patterns and her entire body was quivering with tension and build up anticipation. I exhaled another batch of hot air on her sex, and she scrunched up in frustration, her sex basking me in its radiating heat. I meet her desperate eyes and spoke softly. “Tell me what you want, all you have to do is ask... be a good girl a beg for me.”

I had expected her to swallow her pride or something, but she instantly broke down and begged me like a foal wanting it’s mother. “Ple-please! I beg you miss! Make me feel good! I can’t stand it anymore! My sex is burning! Haa... please... just make it stop aching... I... I need you to make me feel good...” Well, I ain’t one to argue with a good thing. Without wasting more time, I placed a wing on either side of her soaked sex and spread her lips apart, getting a nice view of everything she had. I noticed on a quick glance that she still even had her hymen, the fleshy little collar partially visible inside her honeypot. Would have to help her with that later. Usually just stung a little, but could hurt for some. A rather stupid thing in my opinion. I mean, how often did dirt get into the vag anyhow? Besides, if it go inside and stopped at the hymen, you STILL had dirt n your vag. It just didn’t make enough sense to me, I let out a sigh and focused on the task at hoof. Upon having decided I had rubbed her lips long enough, I dove right in and took a good few laps, chewing softly on her flesh.

The mare made gargled moans of pleasure and twitched in delight. Mmm, she had a very tangy, yet soothing flavour. A bit like... Sparkle Cola Rad, but more sweet. I suddenly felt her front hooves against the back of my head, and I tensed up, ready to act, before I felt her shudder and squeak out several happy noises. She gave a few weak thrusts and was panting heavily, trying to press my head tighter against her crotch. I fixed her with a stare and raised one of my eyebrows. I knew she was pent up and wanted me, but really, I had just started eating her. She suddenly froze, breath caught in her throat as she caught my glare, and she bolted back with her hooves and body and was actually hyperventilating now. There was terror in her eyes, along with acceptance. She seemed oddly tranquil for someone that had the face of a pony expecting to be euthanized at any second. I cleared my throat. “Like I said... all you have to do is ask...” I nipped at her smaller lip quite roughly, causing her to yelp in surprise.

I caught a faint whiff of ammonia again, and barely felt a tiny dampness on my cheek. On second thought, playfully biting a mare that though I’d kill her for touching me without permission was not a very bright move, but at least it was minimal, heck barely any at all, most was spreads across that wall and floor over there. Even if I had a urge to knee her into a wailing pile on the floor, right now, I just needed to cool off with some non-murdering activities... Again, she looked like a zebra caught in front of a searchlight. I let out a sigh and gave her a stern glare, I could almost feel her attempting to go limp. “Listen up squirt, I will look over this once since you’re new, but any more accidents, and I will bend yourself far enough to give YOURSELF head... got that?” The mare gulped hard and just slowly nodded before I resumed: “Right, so just so you know: You can have your hooves on my head, I know how it can be, but don’t try and funny buisness, since then I might bite you for real, understood?” The mare just whimpered and nodded again.

I planted a soft kiss where I had bit her, causing the mare to softly coo. I then went on with licking and suckling on the lip, rewarding me with a low, sultry moan. I kept serving her sex for a dozen more seconds before I broke the suction with a wet pop, breathing air over her wet goods. I noticed her hoofsies wriggled as she pressed them to her chest and gritting her teeth. I had to admit, it would have sucked to die never feeling the touch of someone else... I’m glad I was in a mood today, and that they didn’t send someone else to clear out this building. I wrapped my lips around her big one, resulting in a long moan as I gingerly suckled and chewed it’s full length into my mouth and once again began administering oral aid. This time however, as i had more to work with, I went more in for it, sucked harder, went my tongue sloppily travel across her folds.

This time the mare couldn’t contain herself and I once more felt the comforting feeling of hooves resting atop my head... although, I had to say the hair chewing was new. I noticed that she had a lock of my mane in her mouth, muffling her moans. I sucked and toyed with her for another minute before she cried out into a mouthful of my mane and shivered once more, giving a little braver thrusts against my face, even grinding her nethers against my muzzle. That was a good girl, fast learner. It was important to enjoy yourself while it lasted. Assuming she was on top, sometimes they just had to be bottom. I just happened to be gracious enough to be bottom every now and again, I always lead however... bar rare occasions. It was a fun variation from always being on top otherwise. Was nice to just let go sometimes. I kept on sucking though, even after her orgasm died. I wasn’t done with this mare for a while. I could hear her grunt and I felt her wanting to push me away. Already feeling sore? Tsk, we just got started.

I grinned inwardly and noted to myself that this was a good time to make quick reminder if she had learned anything. I locked my lips around hers and resumed my sucking, rapidly picking up my pace. I heard the mare whimper as she began to tremble, she tried to push me away with a little more effort. I focused my attention to her clit and sucked harder, she gave a ... very odd grunt and pushed as hard as she could, from what I assumed, I decided it was time for me to let go, I guessed she wouldn’t be able to push much harder than that, besides, I didn’t want to break my new toy this fast. “That’s a good girl... show me that got some balls! Or do you just have scrambled eggs?” I was once again reminded that I was dealing with a recent ex-virgin as the mare flushed and tried to hide behind her hooves while mumbling nervously. Man, it had been too long ago I broke a new one in, I was loosing my grip a bit. “Erh.. anyhow, forget what I just said... but do know I’ll give you a rare treat, few mares get to experience this. You’re lucky you’re such a doll. Most ponies get to take a few loads and service me, you should feel honored yanno?”

Her blush just intensified as she tried to look away. I just gave her a grin and gingerly took to the air, lifting her flank up with me as I ascended. The mares eyes were fixated against mine as she looked at me with hesitant fear in her eyes. “W-what are you going to do to me miss?” I giggled at how her squeaky her voice had become and only gave her a wry grin in response as I aligned my legs alongside with hers to go along her stomach, it made me pleased inwardly to notice her eyes directly lock at my package as soon as it came into view. It was just so adorable how she tried to suppress her urges. Though, I have to say, I had not ‘collected’ many virgins this way, but she was the first this eager, I took a glance at her still swollen sex and wondered if she got off on being dominated or simply just was so afraid to die a virgin that she just let me have my way with her as it would at least give her a chance to feel pleasure before she died. Or maybe it was something entirely different? Ah well, no use wondering over it, I had a muff to massage.

I skillfully lowered my sex against hers, she let out a soft breath as our wet folds connected with one another. I could tell she was still tense from both worry and the afterglow, this girl really needed to relax. I gave her a warm smile and slowly started grinding my petals against her own flower, eliciting happy noises that made my smile even more genuine. Grinding with eye contact was almost always such a hassle... why was almost everything but simple rutting against us anatomy wise? Then again, we only needed that to reproduce... but then again, why do we have such a high sex drive in that case? Eh, it wasn’t worth worrying over. I let out a soft snort and ground against her hard, making her squeak. “C’mon now, gimme some sugar baby. Wink with me.” I flasher her a grin and winked one of my eyes at her.

She just stared at me with a perplexed look before jolting to attention as I pressed my wet folds hard against hers, flexing my muscles my get my nub to come out of it’s hiding place, feeling myself relax as her supple lips easily ground against my joy buzzer. I looked at her expectantly as I slowed my grinding down to wait for her response. I hoped she at least knew how to wink manually, I had to get into her clit the last time I got her off. Then again, it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out how to wink... you just flexed your lower muscles and focused on your clitoris and pop it’d peek out. She fiddled with her mane before going over to fidgeting with her hooves, looking at me nervously. I just rolled my eyes and was about to speak when I felt her flex underneath me, and shortly after, I could make out a little stiff, yet soft fleshy part prod against my vulva.

I gave her an approving glance, and- sweet Celestia! That expression she gave me! It was just so fucking adorable! She peeked out from behind her mane, lightly shaking but with a hopeful, yet proud little smile. She looked so weak and feeble, I just wanted to make her feel comfortable and good right then and there. I wish I had been close to oragasm, since that look... I had to get her to do things like this again later when I gave her proper training, since I WAS going to cover that face in my affection, and she better flush scarlet when I did... mmn... I was getting all hot and bothered from just thinking about it... fucking tartarus man... why were shy virgins so hot? And why did they have to wear out after a dozen or couple of uses?

There had been that one colt that had lasted for more than I year, I had actually gotten quite attached to him. He always ate me out like a good boy. Probably could’ve lasted for a few more years if it hadn't been for the fact he was killed in a ranger attack... it really sucks, and not sure how he died, but Sanguine assured me it was how it had went down. Didn’t want to give me any more details since he was afraid it could hurt my feelings. I really had no reason to doubt him, why would he ever lie to me? But yeah, it was for the best like he said, I had become far too attached to somepony else. And heck, he was right, I depended on that pony to get me off every morning. And like he said, I was a big girl, I just couldn’t settle for a single pony.

Again... I really had to talk to Sanguine about this, was it common to space out like I did? I wondered if other ponies thought as much as I did inside their heads... I shook the daze out of my head and gave a quick thrust with my hips, pressing our clitorises together, my little mare made a high pitched noise, and I felt her nub retract as she gave small spasms as she made cute little noises. She stopped shivering and back up at me with large eyes and I nodded at her. She bit her lower lip and I could feel the mare unfolding her button once more and I followed up by resuming my treatment, pressing and grinding our clits together. It was just a minor distraction to have to hover at the same time as I was going it, but it wasn’t that big of a distraction to be honest, I had years of practice to get good at things like this. Heck, I could still recall when I barely could stand up when I had an orgasm.

I barely had pressed our sweet spots together for more than half a minute before the vivid, purplish coloured mare let out a low moan and shuddered. I smirked and ground hard against her clit as I watched with amusement how her muscles contracted and moved her supple flesh in a rhythmic motion, I had to tilt my hips to the side to get a good enough view, but it was worth the effort. I just now noticed how she had some speckles on her labia, causing a slight contrast of onyx flesh against the rest of the mostly violet package, bar from the fleshy pink insides behind the folds. And I think I had made out this whole “spot” system worked, if the mare or stallion had a dark coat, they likely had a blackish spot colour, if they had a bright coat, it was most likely a pink spot colour, it was not certain though, I had seen a few examples that went against this. But this one was definitely a keeper, wondered how long I could keep her this adorable?

I heard her make a little grunt of protest as I kept scissoring her throughout her orgasm without slowing down. I could understand her though, it was nice to get to wind down, but I simply just felt like getting off right now, besides, she could take it. It just took me around another half a minute to properly feel myself about to go over the edge, and I had of course been flexing my muscles to prepare for the load... “Ngh... right, lay still now, I’m going to fill you up...” a fuse seemed to fizzle in the filly’s brain as she looked at me with confusion and worry. I rolled my eyes and spoke before she had time to speak: “Squirting? You know, female ejaculation? I’m gonna shoot my load of lubricant in you?” I was honestly surprised by how soft my tone was.

Realization seemed to dawn on her as she slowly nodded, I noticed how she bit her lower lip and looked away. I gave a light snort and began to pound my sex against hers. “Hehe, relax girl, it won’t hurt. And besides, it’s not like I could knock you up if you happened to be in season.” I gave her a tonguesmirk and began to arch my back, managing to catch a faint smile curving her cheeks. I lowered my front hooves and spread her lips apart, revealing her moist tunnel, this was it... had to say I wasn’t the best at this, especially not when hovering. Damn, why’d these things have to be so darn hard? Apart from oral, squirting on anything was difficult shit. Then again, stallions didn’t have it that easy either, granted, they could cum inside someone easily at least... griffins had it chill with their claws.. but then again... not sure I’d want to jab something that pointy inside my cunt... nor rub it along a dick if I’d hypothetically have one.

I’d have to ask a griffin next time I met one if, and how they went on with banging. Heh, would’ve been cool if they had that great control of them as to avoid cutting things if they’d want too. Would be so much fun to give ho- I mean clawjobs with them in that case. Your prey not being sure if they’d get off, or if you “get something off” them hehe... though, that’d be a really mean thing to do. I didn’t stoop to Brass’s level... unless it was one of... ‘those’ people... I made a sudden sharp gasp as I felt my climax hit me with full force, I made an effort to push my load out in a dizzy confusion as I was taken back to reality. It at least felt like I was delivering my juices over to her gaping hole, I pushed closer to not have it spill, but was a bit hard with my hooves in the way. Fuck I had to stop daydreaming. Going with the girls expression, I was making an awkward face right now... hopefully not too awkward, I was going to bang her later. Don’t want her to get an odd first impression of me... or well, odder heh.

Like that time I had been beaten off prior to banging that guy and I came after just a couple of seconds, that had been quite awkward... still fucked him under the carpet, but it had been embarrassing to just shudder and twitch as I shot my load all over his sheath and balls. But heck, how could I know I had to bang a buck that evening? I had just felt like going solo that day, then this guy comes in and like... stuff... in either case, I finished squeezing out the last of my load and flapped off her groin, taking her hind legs in a firm grip with my front ones. “Mmm... so do you like the feel of my load inside of you?” I flashed her a cocky grin as I fluttered down and stood looming over her on my hind legs, head poking up between her legs.

The mare flushed once more, and I had to say her ability to blush amazed me, she did it frequently. “I-It feels nice...” she mumbled out slowly, causing me to swell with pride. If I didn’t know better, I would say she actually didn’t plan this. But I mean heck, it just seemed far too random that she’d just wait in a slaver nest on her own... or well, she wasn’t alone technically, but she stood shivering in a corner, she was easy prey, and anyone knowing me, they know I swiftly dispose of troublemakers, then take my time with those submitting. Come to think of it... it was a quite random impulse of me to try and snap her neck... guess I was just still upset over the whole foal thing downstairs... feh, sex was a great way to let off some steam in either case,and steam had just been let out.

I gingerly started to tilt her legs forward, causing her to let out a low sqeak and I could feel her tense up. “Relax, I’m just going to pour some of the content out over your face. If you catch some in your mouth, I’ll drink the rest out from you...” she gave a small shudder and loosened up a little, shifting her eyes rapidly as she mumbled something and moved a lock of her mane down, starting to nervously chew on it. Really, this filly, well, mare now, must have planned this for quite some time. Maybe she’s a devoted fan? Maybe from the flashers? ...nah, then she ought to have mentioned that, she’d know I’m chill with them. Not all of them approve my ways though, but all still prefer me as their reaper of choice. Kinda funny how they all seem to carry stealthbucks for when Deus strolls by in search for victims... have to say, makes me upset when someone dares to compare me to that freakshow.

I mean, yeah sure, we both screwed ponies... or whatever we happened to be around at the time that could be fucked. But he had no finesse in it. Just mounted and ploughed anything he could get his hooves onto. If he was that before the procedure, or overall. I don’t see why they let him keep his balls. I mean really? What prison would let a sex crazed fuck go around pounding other prisoners? ... okay, I could see a few, but still, that was a small minority... like finding a group of raiders or whatever where only one of the genders raped things, or a scavenger that didn’t loot guns or a giant mutated radigator without teeth that didn’t eat meat. Like, what were the odds that either of those even existed? I COULD see it happen, just not very likely at all... heh, toothless, vegetarian radigator, like that even could exist. How’d what even work or happen?

I shook the silly thought of of my head and pushed her legs further, it was always surprising to me how much I could monologue and trail off in my mind without anything happening in real life. It seemed like I was away for fifteen seconds, max. Going with how she still was nervously chewing on her hair and watched me intently. Yeah, she was definitely too turned on to be faking this. I gave her back a final push, making her grunt slightly due to the unnatural angle of her spine before the lubricant began to drizzle out of her cavern. First couple of drops hit her over the forehead and eyes, making her blink a couple of times and avert her gaze, but she quickly turned back and shakily opened her mouth, trying to lean her head so that she could catch some in her mouth. I snickered slightly at how silly she looked.

It didn’t take much before she managed to catch some... or well, I had poured out at least half of the content before she finally got it, but it’s not like it’s that much to start with... well, still bigger than a male load, but that’s beside the point. Least it didn’t mess up manes... as much... most of the time. I lowered the mare back onto a more straight angle, placed my muzzle against her crotch and lowered her further, making sure to lock my lips around hers. It just took me some more tilting before the rest of the content slid into my mouth. Mmm... juicy! There was just something appealing about drinking your own fresh lubricant form another mares honeypot... least when you did it of free will. But yeah, I coyly guzzled down the remaining of my load as the mare gingerly actually swallowed what she caught. Ha! Knew she was enjoying this.

I let go of her and she lightly hit the floor, breathing quite rapidly. I noticed how she bit her bottom lip and gave a few contractions with her vag, pushing out some apparently elusive jizz from her depths. I snickered as she tried to conceal the fact she was glowing. I gingerly placed a hoof atop her pelvis and pressed lightly, gaining her attention once more as I unfolded my glorious wings. “Right, I’ve decided to be as nice as I’ll properly stretch you out as well, and I can actually say: better me that some random buck or mare with a hoofing fetish, they might actually clumsy or reckless enough to hurt. Now, you might feel a sting, and I dunno if your mother, or whomever raised you told you this but: You got a little fleshy collar thing in your marehood, it’s there to prevent dirt from getting in before your family pride is capable of cleaning itself out. In very, very rare cased it’s faultily made, breaks and bleeds during insertion. Most of the time it just re-adjusts and takes it’s place along with the rest of your goods. Or even does so on it’s own if you’re moving a lot and stuff. So anyhow, gonna fix that problem for you, so yeah, prepare for that it might sting a little. But don’t tense for goddess sake.”

After my insightful speech, I was sure she had gotten all the confidence she needed to fully have her love tunnel officially opened. “W-will it hurt?” she asked in a meek tone that cause me to roll my eyes.

“I just said, it MIGHT sting, now you have till I count to ten to relax, then I’ll unfold my primaries.” I easily slid my wings inside and felt the mare stiffen, her eyes darted drastically around and her breathing picked up as I slowly counted up towards ten. Close at nine she was almost kicking her legs weakly in the air, trying to look for a way out so I gave a long sigh. “Look, just relax girl... you have to do this sooner or later, unless you plan to surgically seal off your opening... which would just need for it to be stretched anyhow, unless you sew it shut or bolted it together, people WILL want to stick things in there, mainly bucks though. But not that rare a mare will want to get up in there.” I gently ticked her insides with my feathers. “So yeah, trust me in this, I’ve broken in more ponies than I have teeth... I know what I’m doing. Besides, like, one out of a hundred mares got a faulty one, max five in that ratio. Do you really think you’d have that bad luck? Besides, it looked normal from what I could see, now stop shaking, or it will definitely hurt.”

Once again, my excellent charismatic skills and understanding for ponies had worked, the girl visibly relaxed after my well placed words and her breathed steadied, I waited around ten more seconds before asking: “So, you ready now? I ain’t got all day you know, be glad I am even taking this much time from my schedule to give you one tartars of a introduction lay.” She just nodded and mumbled her gratitude, I couldn’t hear what she said, but what else could it be? ... okay yeah, it could also be complements, how honored she was or whatnot. But in either case, I gingerly spread my primaries inside of her and she visibly tensed up and shut her eyes as I felt little to none resistance... actually none at all bar from the regular one from the vaginal wall.

“A-are you going to do it soon?” she whispered out after a few seconds of silence.

I let out a snort and laughed. “I already have, it’s done.”

She seemed taken aback at this and opened her eyes. “Really? B-but, I didn’t feel anything...”

I sighed softly and tsk’d her. “I said you might feel a sting, some don’t feel anything, or barely. You seemed to have quite weak muscles in there, and overall. And I think you were partially dilated in there already, so I just finished the job... however, speaking of that, just lean back, I’m gonna jack you off with a wingjob!” Once again, the mare squeaked and blushed. Deciding I had wasted enough time, I simply moved my head to her sex and gave her stiff nub a determined lick, making her buck her hips and a soft moan escaped her lips. This was like... one of the easiest ponies I had broken in... I nibbled and sucked on her pride’s most sensitive part as I carefully moved my wingtip to her prickly inner sweet spot and began to push. She might be sore from being expanded, was no use to cause her unnecessary discomfort if I tried to get her to blow a load. I barely had kept it up for a minute before she started to twist and turn, her breathing sped up and she let out a strained whisper. “M-miss... I-I am going to... going to...” her face contorted in the most adorable way I’d yet seen, and I sped up my treatment, happily lapping at her exposed, throbbing erection.

“Hush now, just let it out...” I cooed huskily, the mare whinned and arched her back, and I felt her surprisingly weak muscles clench and contract around my wing, but no money shot came. Shame... guess she wasn’t a natural, or she was holding back on me for some reason. I kept rubbing her clitoris as she cried out in pleasure. She was very quiet for a virgin, but once her body stopped writhing in pleasure she looked up at me as I got up from my knees with glazed eyes. She mouthed a silent ‘thank you’. And slumped her head back. Oddly enough, she looked like she was ready to die... she really ought to know better. I don’t kill my pets. Sure, it happens I snap the neck of some fucker I made eat me out, but they had it coming in that case. I never do that to aspiring toys. I think I was going to keep her for a few weeks. At least till she could down a bucket of lubricant without questioning it. Ah, that was always fun to teach the new ones to do.

I got up and cracked my neck gingerly, then flopped my hindquarters onto her muzzle. “Now, how about you do some of that sucking you promised?” There was a moment of hesitation, but soon sh- oh hello! The mare took my entire labia in her mouth and sucked on it like it was... I dunno, her mother teat? Whatever the comparison, it made one of my hind legs kick out into the air, fuck that felt good! She even grazed my meat timidly with her lips and teeth as she went. There was a very clumsy motion to it, yet her frightened enthusiasm did more than enough for me, think this is what they called’ beginner's luck’. Not to mention my own throbbing sex eased the whole thing, I was constantly clenching and flexing my insides to milk out my juices. It actually didn’t take me more than a minute to reach my peak. “Nghh... open your mouth, and don’t spit or I’ll break your ribs!”

I arched my back and ground my sex against her muzzle as I felt her open up, and shortly after bliss shoot throughout my body as my faucets broke and my load flowed into her mouth, stream after stream of my warm, slick affection. I felt her tense up under me, but she slowly relaxed into it. And then I heard the heavenly sound of someone swallowing, just gulping it down. I shivered and felt my nethers tingle pleasantly as I heard the last of my gift to her slide down her throat. I slowly got off her with warmth spreading through me. My pride was still erect and at attention. I guess I had time for another go.

“That’s a good girl... now let me give you another treat.” I turned around in time to see a strand of lubricant detach from my sex and drip down over her chest. She was panting heavily and looked near collapse. I guessed I had drained most of her energy from this. I grinned widely. “You liked that, didn’t you?” The mare looked ashamed, slowly nodding, not looking me in the eyes. I felt my pride swell, both of them actually, before shuffling down next to her, locking my hind legs over hers, pressing our sexes together. Oh... she had that look... she wanted me, but was ashamed or disgusted over it. The fact riled me up even more. As I began to rub our warm flesh together, letting out a soft coo in delight.

I quickly hoisted her rear up in the air and caught it nimbly between my hooves, I immediately pulled her hood back with one of my primaries, then began sucking hard on her clitoris. This however caused her to cry out more than audibly. A sensitive girl are we? I could tell by how her voice cracked and how her eyes rolled back I had pushed her over the edge. I readied my wings, and as soon as she screamed at the top of her lungs, I plunged my feathers inside carefully and yanked them to the side with grace, stretching her clenching walls just a bit, enough to cause a sudden sharp choke. She looked up at me with a mix of pain and pleasure clouding her mind, she had a look that implied betrayal, but I just winked down at her as I kept sucking on her nub, an action that just made her bite her lip and thrust her hips against my face, letting out another cry of pleasure. I’d have fun milking this girl dry...

In between weak leg flailing and ragged gasps, I toyed with her button by altering from kisses, flicked and the occasional gentle bite. I watched her spasms as another orgasm shot through her. I had been right, this was more fun than I imagined, She had a very cute clit as well, kinda big, but not much labia to speak of. “Puh.. pahlls.. please.. s-s-top... so shre...” I pressed hard against her pubic bone and sucked as hard I could around her clit while swirling my tongue around it. I was going to have her cherry popping be the most intense fuck of her life. All motion of coherent speech gargled off in a guttural noise as her entire body shook, then went limp, her head slumping to one side and her eyes fluttered shut. I grinned like a madmare. Fucking sweet, I made a mare pass out from pleasure. Score!

I let go of her motionless body and it hit the floor with a silent thud. Drool escaped her upper pair of lips, just as some lubricant slid down her lower pair. Heh, the sight made me smile. I didn’t have time to bask in my awesomeness as I heard a distressed voice cry out “Sis! NO!” I turned just in time to see a teary eyed colt lunge against me, I deftly slapped the child away, causing him to have the breath knocked out of him as he hit a fallen girder, eliciting a painful snap from one of his legs. And within seconds the colt was clutching his leg and bawling his eyes out. Sheesh, I really had to learn my own strength... I can’t help that I’m so perfectly amazing I practically sweat awesome.

I walked over to the miserable heap of pony and got ready to crunch his skull under my hoof when a thought struck me. Firstly, he had called at the mare I jus dropped, and judging from the angle and direction he came from, he must have just passed the corner, and the timing would have been about when I just held her by the flanks, then just dropped her ass down. So from that perspective, I guess it looked like I just could have finished her off, non-sexually I mean. Secondly, he did call her sister. And thirdly, he totally flunked up his attack, and I didn’t get hurt, so may just spare him... even might have some fun with him. I gave the buck a look over. Young, earth pony, fuchsia coat with burgundy mane. I’d say he was around twelve to fourteen years old. The smile returned to my lips: Ripe enough for me to harvest...

I strode up to the colt and towered over his huddled up form. I heard a sharp intake of air through grit teeth before seeing him unleash a flurry of blows that just clattered against the hull of my powerhooves. Quite frankly pathetic... but who could blame the child, he had no chance whatsoever against someone as mighty as myself. After several winces and much crying he simply lay there breathing heavily. I had to admit I was impressed he hadn't soiled himself yet.

“So, you really though you had a chance to even dent my coat, did you now?” I grinned at the stupid little foal sniffling before me. “Now, I can start with that your sister is a very good little filly, she knows her place, unlike you... I think you need to be taught some discipline...” I circled his little body and inspected him. He looked a bit too clean for a wastelander... oh, I just got an idea how to make this even more fun... I reached into my holster I carried for longer travels and got up my... I only have one Sparkle Cola left? Not even Sarsaparilla? Dang, bust have lost it during the fight outside... I really ought to get a lid for this holster... ah well, I could do without that, or my water... or wait, I needed to re-hydrate, so I could waste this on some filly or colt-toy...

I glanced at the nearby wall, looking at the stains. Well, shucks, was the best option so far, and not like it backlashes on me, I’d already got my quota of making out with her. I took and popped the lid and emptied the flask in a single swig with my wing. I noticed to my amusement how the colt watched the top roll over and fall off the stairs with a look of hurt. Heh, silly dirt ponies and their need for caps. I then angled my flank in the direction of the mares face and... ah... there we are... the colts eyes went wide as saucers (it seemed too be a family trait that look of awe and shock) as I gingerly whistled a cheerful tune.

It was interrupted by a barrage of insults, curse words an- hey! How the heck did a foal know what a cervix was? And I did NOT have a yeast infection... Sanguine would have told me if I did... stupid kids... sometimes I wondered why I didn’t just rape and mutilate the crusaders... I mean, if I didn’t have standards and a moral. They were kinda cute though, and they did find neat stuff for me... There was a sudden cough and gag, and the mare woke up with sputtering and spat out whatever had gotten in her mouth. I looked around to see her flabbergasted taking in her environment. She had a look of being hungover, and trying to figure out where she was, one eye closed as to spare her eye from the barrage of liquid.

She managed to lock eyes... eye with me and just stared, trying to comprehend what was happening. I had to admit the look of betrayal was very amusing, the way she gave it to me. Her mouth dropped open slowly as she tried to figure out why I was using the little fillies room, on her face. It was actually hilarious that she grew more and more perplexed by the second. I was almost done anyhow, I tilted my flank a bit to the side and pushed the last out with a little grunt. The mare came to regret she’d opened her mouth and sputtered, making a gagging noise and stuck her tongue out with a look of pure disgusting. “Ugh...gross...” I grinned at her and waved my hindquarters, letting out a sigh of relief, having finished my business.

“I know, it tastes like piss,” I snickered inwardly to how bad that pun was. “sorry about that, but I got something you could wash the taste from your mouth with...” after she was done wiping her tongue against her fetlocks, she slowly looked towards me again with a pissed expression. Heh, pissed... she just scowled at me, flaring her nostrils. I winked at her, but not with my eye. I noticed she saw it with her peripheral vision. It made her blush, but she snorted at me. I lowered my eyebrows and fixed her with a glare. “That wasn’t a question...” She opened her mouth to protest when it suddenly seemed to dawn on her, again, whom she was speaking with and immediately faltered,her eyes drooping. She let out a sigh and grit her teeth. “See that kid? That’s how a good pony should behave, listen to those in charge.”

The buck watched me with malice, and was about to open his mouth when his sister raised a hoof, silencing him. She let out a sigh and reluctantly got onto her still shaky hooves and stumbled over to me, letting out a small sniffly and shortly after began to eat me out to my delight. She started with suckling on one of my lips, making me coo softly. If I wasn’t so busy taking in ‘that look’ from the buck, I’d really would have enjoyed how she was working with her tongue and lips. But man, that look... I wouldn’t want to see it on someone I was going to be intimate with on a personal level, but this wasn’t near that. Sure, that girl got me swollen. But this colt needed to learn how to behave. I could just see how he was tearing up, his confidence and rage just shattered by how easily his sister obeyed me and bent to my will.

He slowly sat up, shaking lightly. “Sis... I’m sorry, I know you told me to hide, but... I just couldn’t take it anymore, I heard you screaming and crying for minutes after minutes... I ju-”

She mare stopped giving me head and pulled back, soon replaced it with a ginger hoofjob, enough to not make me annoyed on her for stopping. “Don’t... just be quiet Twigs... don’t take this the wrong way, but just shut up and this will be easier for all of us... if you’d just kept hidden with the rest of the children, none of this would have happened... I know there wasn’t space for me to hide with the others, and I knew the risk. So why did you have to risk the lives of the others by coming out? You know I knew I could die...” I had to say I was quite impressed by her actions. I didn’t know how she knew I’d drop by here, or if she made it up on the spot, but I still think it was impressive of her age to both come up with said plan, and have the guts to go through with it.

Oh hey! There was my water! It had just fallen out when I ate the filly out. Silly me. I gingerly scooted to the side and picked it up with my wing, stuffing it back where it belonged, I’d give em some after we were done. I’ll be quite fine I think, doubt I’d need more hydration today, was just a few hours flight back to the arena. I began to flex my muscles as I contemplated this over, she had gone back to eating me out, the quiet whimpering from the colt was soothing to my mind. After a few whiles, I winked at her, waiting for a reaction. It took a couple of seconds, but she locked her lips around my nub to my delight, cause me to lightly shiver. “Mnmm... that’s a good girl...” I felt myself tighten up, and the warm feeling in my gut started to accumulate. I guess I might have been a tad bit focused on getting off, but eh, nothing wrong with blowing my load early, the mare was rather parched and ragged anyhow. “Open up... gonna deposit my jizz in a couple more...”

I felt the mare slowly open up, keeping up the lapping in a moderate pace. Ooh, this was going to fill her up nicely, and help wash that rancid taste out with something much sweeter. Those that drank my gunk, on their own volition, and a few that didn’t, has told me I taste above average. Not that it surprises me though. I am close to perfection of a pegasus mare after all. I felt the familiar feel of my valve bursting and I pressed her muzzle against my goods as I pushed my load out, feeling the contractions starting as I did. Letting out a low grunt of pleasure, my first streams spurted out directly into her maw. I heard her do a little coughing choke, but she composed herself, I guess I accidentally might have jizzed near her uvula, ah well, I didn’t hit it, so no harm done. I pushed out a few more streaks of lubricant into her mouth was a satisfied sigh as the last trickles poured out of me, the warmth of the orgasm had finished rippling throughout my body, leaving me in a bit of a haze.

I gave a slight yelp and shivered and she let go of my clit with a loud pop after kissing on it. Okay, I gave her that yelp, she earned it. Did not expect that, kudos to that mare, she’s a swift learner.
With a final exhale, I waggled my rear and gingerly turned around, ending up face to face with a heavily flushing mare with puffed up cheeks. Daw... she’s just adorable, I leaned close and licked along her cheek, cleaning a stray jet of ejaculte off her, then planted a kiss on her lips causing her knees to tremble. Man... if blanks weren’t only corporeal beings without sentience and a soul... I’d so love to have been in a gangbank with her and a few of her clones, having them squeak and blush all around me... mmm... makes me hard just thinking about it. Which is good, I still had to plow her brother... though, that reminded me of something, but I’ll take that after she’s done... then again, savoring my load might be something she wants to do. My trained eye spotted that she was playing around with it, atta filly.

“Send it down...” I planted a soft kiss on her lips, then licked up along her nose, making her whimper in yet another adorable tone. I watched her patiently as she hesitated for a few seconds, then swallowed with a grimace, her eyes flickering briefly in euphoria as she did as she was told. She quivered and let out a shaky breath. I took a deep whiff and it invigorated me to pick up the scent of mare, sex, and of course, my own own special blend hehe. Naw... she bit one of her fetlocks and averted her gaze. “Here you go, you deserve a little present since you’re such a good little girl...” I winged her the bottle of water and her eyes lit up and she quickly snagged it from my wing, eyeing it with big eyes before she shrunk back and cowered behind her mane.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... I mean, thank you a lot mistress! I-” the mare went off mumbling and trailing off until I gently patted her on the head, stroking through her mane tenderly, slapping her brother to the ground with a swipe of my tail as I noticed him trying to crawl up on me.

“It’s okay... kiss on it.” I only smiled warmly to her. She bit her lip and eyed the bottle. “If you do good, I might have some snack cakes and a serving of mashed potatoes, sauce and Pia’s meatless meatballs...” Somehow, the promise and temptation of something more edible to stuff in her mouth caught her attention. It was up for debate if it even tasted remotely as good though. It was enough to pry her out of her shelter of a mane and her lips locked with mine in yet another passionate kiss. She wasn’t a very good kisser, she shakes a bit much and her tongue is just exploring without a compass or map, but it didn’t matter. The effort and muffled noises she put in it more than made up for it. I broke the kiss after a minute or so, having to swat that brat away one more time, she didn’t seem to notice me walloping her brother with my tail, but eh, what she doesn’t know she doesn’t suffer from. Besides, she had more important things to focus on.

She eyed the bottle hungrily, I could almost see her salivating, if it wasn’t for the saliva already there. I have her a nod and she popped it open, starting to greedily suckle down the content with an almost blissful expression. I left her to her doing and swaggered over to her inferior relative. “So, what should we do with you then pipsqeak? Think you managed to learn anything for your sister? Will you be a good boy? Or do I have to... ride you in, so to speak?”

The little colt snarled at me “Put that thing near my mouth and I’ll bite off the juicy part...” Shesh, what’s with ponies and this clit fixation?

I shook my head and chuckled. “Psh, I bet you couldn’t find that sweet spot with a pipbuck manual over a vulva.” I gave him a confident mocking smirk which seemed to infuriate him even more. Besides, I was extra plump. It was actually a bit hard to find mine. Heard griffins had some trouble with finding it though... along with those claws. I gave a light inward shiver as I thought about those sharp talons... I managed to keep my cool however. Come to think of it, griffins didn’t have an internal one if I recalled right... and they couldn’t even wink. So I guess their could be some work to locate. Again, I really had to bang more things that just ponies and the occasional ghoul or zebra... and yes, I guess Brass counted as a pony, more or less.

I was about to get my groove on with the colt as the mare, having finished a majority of the bottle, just leaving a little at the bottom, maybe enough for a mouthful or two, placed a shaking hoof on my flank, making me halt. “P-please mistress... he’s not even hit puberty yet...” wait really? that was a slow fuck... or was he a pre-teen with just a large frame? I could swear he seems to be around thirteen... ah well, doesn’t matter, he’s getting fucked no matter what... as long as his dick isn’t crawling with something nasty... eh, in either case, I knew for a fact males can cum before puberty, same as females, even could do it after birth... technically, can’t see anyone fucked up en- okay, I hope those people don’t get ahold of foals.... Not that said ejaculate or contractions would do anything or contain anything genetic. But they can still do it, and that’s all I need. Heck, if he’s this slow, I might could pound his dick till I make him dump loads inside of me next month when I’m in heat. Would need to have him checked though. Abortions don’t feel all that nice from all I know.

I tapped a hoof on my chin. “Tell him to lie still and take it, or he’ll just make it worse for yourself. He fucked up, he gets fucked, it’s a simple rule.” I saw her bite her lower lip, looking at her brother.

“Please... isn’t there anything I can do?” I pondered for a while before kissing her tenderly and nodding.

“You can be motivation.” I turned to the floored colt. “Twigs, was it? Listen up you little dick, I’m going to fuck your meat raw with mine, you may tell me to stop at anytime, but for each orgasm you haven’t had inside of me, I’ll break one of your sisters legs, just like a twig, got it?” I placed a peck on his sisters cheek and with ease crushed a piece of nearby concrete under my hoof, smiling down warmly at him with malice in my eyes. His sister’s face fell and she turned pale as his own eyes widened as saucers and he began to shake. Now that’s more like it. I turned to the mare. “Now, I’m not going to leave you without a choice, you can choose to watch, turn around, or do either and cover your ears as well. I suppose you know better than to try anything stupid?”

I smiled and patted her head. Sweet, two cherries at the same day. This was turning out to be a nice day after all the crap at the start. Taking out each other really. I looked at the colt hyperventilating beneath me. He stared towards his sister with tears brimming his eyes. She met his gaze with her own tears welling up, but she gave a light choke and turned around and slumped to the ground, covering her head in a slightly wracking heap. I could see the hope shatter in his eyes, that look of betrayal is so delicious, but only in certain situations.. I just loomed over him and grinned, pushing him onto his back. “Just lie still, don’t fight it, and this won’t hurt... much. Keep in mind your crippled leg, and that your sister might get some of you don’t cooperate...”

I went down and laid on my knees, running a hoof along his chest, causing him to tremble and a soft weeping to start. It wasn’t a bad one, didn’t put me off the least. “Now... before I start, do know something.” I bare my teeth at him, even though they’re not sharp, they’re still harder than flesh, so biting though sinew wasn’t that hard, tasted quite gross though. “Do know I also can bite... so don’t try anything...” He seemed to panic at this point, wait... his eyes almost flickered and glazed over... maybe I was doing this a tad bit too much? Don’t want him to pass out, then he wouldn’t feel anything. And I’m out of everything but my love juices to coat him with. I decided it was best to slow down a bit.

I just laid and stared at him for several seconds with his trying to regain his composure, which, didn’t seem to happen anytime soon. “Look, I can give you a little time, but I got shit to do, so hurry up. Do me a favour and stroke your cock for me, I don’t want any accidents because I’m “too rough” on you, got it?” he let out incoherent whimper and looked at me. “What was that?” I arched an eyebrow and just stared at him.

He let out a sniffle and spoke weakly: “I-I have to pee...” I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Do what I said, you can take a piss later, trust me, once you’re stiff like me, you won’t be able to have any accidents. That’s turned off, trust me. Now hurry up, or I’ll have to take matters into my own hooves.” He swallowed and seemed to look for a way out, finding none, I finally saw that look of reluctant acceptance over his fate. He moved as shaky hoof between his thighs and began to caress his sheath.

“L-like this?” His frightened voice didn’t really do it for me this time, so I just nodded and waited for him to finally get erect, my own nethers already been good to go for a good couple of minutes. Finally, after nearly a whole other minute, his beige cock finally slid out in it’s fully moderately stiff state. He was small, very small. Guess he hadn't hit puberty then like she said. Not that it mattered, as long as it fit inside me, I could get off with it. And it was long enough to reach my clit so. I unceremoniously pushed his hoof aside and gave a tender lick along the shaft, causing him to squeak and shudder at my touch. For some reason, I didn’t feel like playing with him orally... he just had a ... strange taste. I took his whole cock onto my mouth and went down to the hilt in a slightly crooked angle. Heh, was a kinda funny thing to go this deep. Just like the size of the head hindered grown ponies to go really deep vaginally, the muzzle length compared to the dick didn’t overly match, making it hard to take it very deep, along with it was bendy, but not THAT bendy to get a good enough angle to go that deep... it was kinda stupid to even think of going that deep on either gender, but eh, it seemed fun.

I bobbed my head back and forth with a steady pace, swirling my tongue around his little circle, and the tip. After barely a couple of bobs he squirmed and let out a squeak, making weak thrusts involuntarily with his hips and I felt a few streams of... ‘in between’ cum. Wasn’t sperm salty, but wasn’t lubricant sweet. It was like,in between kind of. I shrugged and swallowed casually, coiling my tongue around his head as he whimpered and bucked into my mouth. He tried to push me back with very little effort, and I made sure to swirl long enough that I was sure he was neither going to pop, piss or purse with that cock. I let go with a wet noise, leaving him shivering and breathing heavily. I didn’t take chances, and scooted atop him gently, sinking myself down on his erect member with my own elongated marehood, letting out a soft sigh as I finally got entered, I had to wait several minutes, it was ridiculous!

I cracked my neck and grinned down at him “Now... ready to play little fella? Think you can be a good little boy for your sisters sake?” He only grit his teeth and made his best effort to hide from me behind his hoof, or wipe his tears, or both. I wasn’t really paying attention that much, or caring. I was in some strange haze at the moment. I actually couldn’t recall the last time I had felt like this. Then again, I can’t recall the last, if any time I got to bang two virgins the same day. The rest of the session was a bit of a haze I made him cum two more times, just finishing myself once after a bit of grinding after his third orgasm. He battered at me weakly with one hoof.

I stopped and contracted hard around his shaft, making him grit his teeth and whimper. “Puh...p-puhles... please... no more... it hurts... it hurts so bad... I-I can’t take it...” tears were streaming down his cheeks. Huh, strange, it had only been three, or two and a half orgasms... then again, the whole “puberty” thing might add a few more rounds. I’m normally able to milk at least four, five loads out a virgin. And five to eight of a regular guy before they start to really cry. I contemplated it for a bit. Eh, what the heck, actually felt sated, and he’ll have time to learn both his lesson, and place as my pet later along with his sister.

“Eh, what the heck. Sure kid.” I pulled off and glanced down, and huh, his dick was a bit swollen, whaddaya know. I somewhat recklessly, but gingerly smeared myself off over his face, pushing out the ... half cum over his face as well. Some correction it had to be, the colt only sniffled as I wiped my pussy anyhow, he seemed to have learned his place at least. “Now, did you learn your lesson you think?”

He had curled up in a ball, glancing over at me with red, puffy eyes and nodded slowly. “Yes ma’am...” atta colt. Seems like my lesson was just what he needed. Some obedience training. I casually walked over to the huddled up and mumbling form of the mare and unceremoniously hoisted her up in the air in the air, making her let out a light shriek. I had expected more to be honest, but damn she had a good composure. She breathed heavily and swallowed audibly.

“H-how many?” The mare squeaked, fear tinged her voice.

I breathed hot air on her limp, but not yet dry nethers and spoke softly. “Three...” I could feel her tense up, she began to tremble and prodded me with a hind leg, making me guess it was the one she was willing to have snapped. I only let out a soft chuckle and kissed her flowers petals. “Now, now hun. You were such a good girl I am willing to let this slip if you help your brother pay his debt... all I want you to do is give me that sweet nectar of yours, you got to taste mine after all... I am curious what my new pet tastes like...”

She tensed up even more and spoke with a nervous voice. “O-of course mistress, b-but I don’t... I do-” I nipped at one of her folds, making her whimper out a moan.

“Hush now hun, just relax and let me guide you, you know how you clech yes? And how you flex your clitoris? When you get close to orgasm, this time at least, you should feel a pressure inside, similar to when you have to go. But instead of letting go in that manor, try and ‘push’ it out, okay? Pretend you are clenching it out, think you can do that?”

She stopped shaking and I felt her tail flick around nervously before she replied with a surprisingly determined voice. “Yes... yes I think I can, I will try... for you mistress....”

I grinned wildly. I really liked this mare, she just had ... ‘it’ so to speak. “That’s my girl!” I watched her swell in front of my eyes with a wide grin. I hoped she managed to squirt, but I had good hopes for her. She had what it takes if I’d have to bet against Gorgon on it. I give her some more nips and kisses until she was fully aroused for all I could see. Despite being turned on as heck, my cooch wanted rest right now, at least for half an hour. It was a bit sore to be honest... maybe I had stretched a muscle. I decided to go with a quick pounding, and a few seconds later, my wings were doing a mighty fine job of tenderizing her inner sweet stop in her honeypot. She made her usual cute grunts and gasps as I gave her a wingjob even I was impressed over.

It just took me a bit over a minute before she finally spoke with her lovely voice again. “Nghaa... mistress... I am.. I am...” I felt her getting ready to convulse in my grip.

“Atta girl, let it out.” I smirked and got into position, I locked my lips over her clit and gland the best I could, my primaries still working her prostrate over. Not more than a second later, I felt a contraction, I heard a whinny and for a brief second, I thought she didn’t make it, but then I could feel sweet, succulent warm juices stream into my waiting maw. Oh come on! She tastes like my favorite fruit! What was with this mare? I had been rather sure my dream fuck would’ve been a stallion, some Dashite I swooped off his hooves and pinned to my bed after I won his heart, but not before he proved to be worthy of my affection... not that anypony could be more perfect than Sanguine, but I couldn’t express my affection to him in such... manner. I felt the warm jets burst into my mouth with renewed vigor, and I pulled back after I guessed she’d blown most of her load to get a few spurts over my face, ah... refreshing... I gulped her load down and felt the cum sink into my coat slowly, finding myself letting out a soft coo as I held her twitching legs still. I HAD to have this mare queen me, or heck, I’d just do it myself, muzzlefucking wasn’t that hard, just hoist em over something.

As I had her hanging there, I did some thinking about what I just though. What kind of pony did I want to hook up with... and if Sanguine would allow me to keep one. Maybe after we were done with the important task he needed me for. I have to be very picky with whom I choose, not just some loser that strut along and think he can just fuck me by simply flexing. Bitch, if they wanted me, they had to work for it, I am a unique jewel in the wastes, they’d have to be dedicated, strong, steadfast, brave, have full respect for me, know who’s in charge (me of course), be willing to spend at least a few weeks courting me, so I know I should waste my effort on courting them back, and they either had to virgin so I could break them in, or that they were experienced and knew how to take a load or two from a girl. But not too well fucked, even if it was a bit hypocritical of me, I mean, I was one of the biggest players in the wastes... I had pounded more ass than some toilet seats back before the war. Plus, Sanguine had to approve of them. Nopony other than the best for his girl.

I wouldn’t want it just to be some wanker out of nowhere. I’d have to be pretty fucking desperate or wrecked to even consider someone worthy to even eat me out within a week. And yeah, I know I bang tons of ponies over the course of a year, though... Deus prolly fucked more than me. But he had no finesse or redeeming values, so he doesn’t count. In either way. I had no idea what just had come over me... I guess I just found the concept a bit alien and unnerving. I mean, my first had been a mare, and she was really, REALLY good. Taught me the importance to enjoy myself, and that virgins was just something you had to train, and it could be fun. Which I quite quickly learned. I had to say, I think I’ve found a nice balance between banging. having sex and making love.

Heh... man, if I’d ever sex and not simply bang some sore fuck after a few days of knowing them, that is a sign I must really have let myself go. And fuck if they banged someone I hate and not tell me, and then bang me without saying anything... or wasting their virginity and not telling me. I mean, I don’t brag about a sweet lay I had, or mock a terrible one... that often. But I at least have the blood decency to tell ponies if I’ve fucked or been intimate with someone close to them or me. It’d be like if Brass regularly ate Rampage out and smoked Deus and not told me about it. I mean sheesh, just look what happened when Smokey didn’t tell me who they were doing? I would beat them up or make them my bitch so hard if they ever cheated on me or crossed me like that... I wouldn’t want someone elses gunk on my junk.

Only an idiot wouldn’t understand that would be a big deal, or at least polite to tell. ‘Hey, I sucked off your arch nemesis a short while before we did it, that’s cool right? I mean, it’s not like you’d care if I told you I love you, then turn out to have been fucking around like a slut with anyone that was willing to bend over for me, right?’ I gave an amused snort. Heh, like that would ever happen. I’ll suck Ramages clit either till she’s painted me in her ejaculate or I’ve lost feeling in my tongue if I ever fuck up so badly I end up with some moron like that. I mean shesh, how mentally wrecked would I have to be to make some brash decision within a week with someone that turns out to be distrustful, selfish, cocky and or anything like that. I mean heck, haha. I got more than enough swag for both of us.

I’ll totally tell precious to keep track of this when I get back haha. That filly never forgets anything it seems. Will be an amusing thing to look back at and laugh at... wait, did Rampage even like mares? Oh yeah, she does, shesh, stupid question, she’s a freaking hulk. What’s with that huge brain slip? Besides, didn’t I trail off about that rampart dyke some whiles ago?Atop of that however, I’ve been told, and even seen her go to hookers plenty of times, leaving after an hour or so with the mare often shaking or with a concerned expression. Some have even told me they can hear crying from inside the room, but none has ever refused to take her back. Guess she knows her stuff... come to think of it, she likely knows it better than me, heck, she ONLY goes to mares. But I’m more versatile. Heh, I’ll actually tell rampage too. Just to tease her with what she can’t have access too, all this sweet meat, and she can’t have a nibble on any of my succulent pussy, ha! Serves her right.

“S-so... will you let us go now, mistress?” The sweet voice took me back to reality and I gave a gentle laugh.

“Haha, no sweetie. You’ll come back with me to the arena as my new pets.” Her brain seemed to fizzled and she gave me a look. “Now now, I’ll treat you right. You’ll be under my protection, none messes with my pets, so don’t worry. You’ll get food, shelter and a place to stay. And best of all, some of this every week.” I gave her a cheeky smirk with my cum coated face. She seemed to fidget with her hooves.

“B-but um... we have... we have friends here we can’t leave... we have to get them to Chapel...”

I caressed her chin to cheek “There, there, we can walk them there, but you two are coming back with me, okay? You can head to Chapel later, either in case of my prolonged absence, usually from a mission I am sent on. This usually means more than a week, then you may leave and head out, just notify any of the Reapers I’m friends with, I’ll tell you which later. Or after I grow bored of you, or simply when you think you have to leave. Do know I expect at least a month as my squirt sponges though, got that?” The mare slowly nodded after a few seconds, but the colt refused to meet my gaze, tears still coated in his coat. “Hey, look, I’ll be much more gentle next time. You could leave early, but you at least have to drink four liters of my cum, okay? And do know I was only rough with you since you were rude to me, you were punished for not knowing better, normal ponies would had their life end there you know...” he mumbled something I couldn’t make out, but he did nod, and that was good enough for me.

“Right, I’ll just have to tie you down, sorry, just protocol. But here you are:” I fished out the promised food, and a Sparkle Cola I apparently had forgot about. I prepared the food they requested me to open, (as much as one could “prepare” conserves) they apparently wanted to save most of it for their friends, so I kept most in my bag and instead hauled them, and the grub off and placed both down a bit on the side next to the stairs. Once they were finished, I gagged and bound them, leaving them within seeing distance from the other end of the room, but only directly if one knew where to look, which I could make out easily with my superior sight. “As said, not panic. If you really need to, you can chew your way out in an hour or so. But if you run, I will track you down and find you, and pound you twice as much as today, got it?”

Both the siblings nodded, looking wearily around themselves. “Oh, and before I go, if you need to hide, roll that way, you can get under the debris there, should hide you well enough, heck, it’s where I put my bag, count with it taking you at least ten second however, and it won’t be that comfy, this here blanket is likely much better. I’m just going to go euthanize the slavers, then I’ll be back, okay? Shouldn't take much more than an hour at most. Just stay put till then, or take a nap.” I turned around and began to strut off, feeling rejuvenated from the whole ordeal. I was SO pumped and ready to make these fuckers into mush!

Clearing Schedule for Random Acts of Violence

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!"

What do I Feel When I Hit an Enemy? Kickback...

I gripped the mare tighter around the head, pushing my crotch tighter against her muzzle as I let go and could feel my juices spurt out of me, several jets of warm lubricant flowing into the trembling mares mouth as the warm feeling of an orgasm ripping through my body spread out from between my flanks. Her weak sniffles and sobs getting me off even harder than normal. It was always such a relaxing thrill to unload right after a fight. The adrenaline mixed very well with my endorphin. I kept my legs clenched around the red mares head, she looked up at me with teary eyes, and I gave her a crooked smile and spoke softly. “Good girl, now swallow it...” I could with delight see how her face scrunched up in disgust. The mare reluctantly swallowed all of my gunk, I felt a perverse pride spread throughout my body as I registered the motions telling me she had finished letting it down the hatch. She made a gagging noise as I let go a bit of her head.

She immediately pulled back the hoof I allowed her to, and coughed, looking at me with teary eyes. “C-can I p-please go now? I don’t want to die... I have foals ho-” I didn’t let her say another sentence as I lifted one of my legs, lowering the other, then with a sharp twist, I spun my legs and slammed her head down in the dirt. My killer instinct reminded me I didn’t hear the satisfying crack, but my senses were a bit numb right now, and she wasn’t moving. Heck, I only say I might not do it, so I kept my part of the bargain... I had to admit she was really skilled though. Perhaps she worked over at Flank? In either case, if she survived, which she should, she’ll wake up in a few hours, not my problem. I flew back towards the area, feeling much more satisfied than when I left from there.

It was just a short flight back home, cleaning out some raiders like that usually went quickly. And heck, that mare ought to be happy she just happened to be ... actually, I don’t know what she did there. Sold sex? No wait, why’d a raider by sex, and who’d be dumb enough to try selling them? Then again, people are retarded hehe. Not everyone can be as bright as I am. Oh! Might have been a drug salesmare. That’d make sense. Raiders... or if they might were bandits, don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that they robbed and/or killed caravans in the area. They tended to let the ones with the drugs alone, those junkies hehe. I swooped down and landed in the courtyard, stretching my wings, feeling a slight shiver down my slit. Should have wiped my juices off on her coat before I took flight, got a bit cold back there. I suddenly cast my eyes on someone I didn’t expect to see.

Why, it was the zebra from that furnace place building. Heck, how the hay did he survive? I swear, one of those mares must have had a soft spot for zebras... or was really soft. I saw him noticing me, an immediate scowl appeared and he seemed to struggle against his chains. I wasn’t sure what happened to his eye, but he had a nifty bandage around the entire left side of his face. I put on a wide grin and walked towards him. I casually waved a hoof at him and smiled. He leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going to tear out your ovaries through your wretched birth canal, crack them open over a frying pan, make deviled eggs, then force-feed them to you...” in a calm tone, oozing of delicious anger, hate and malice... also a hint of deep sorrow.

I smiled and patted the bound zebra on the head. “Daw... don’t you say the cutest things.” I could see how he was boiling inside, he really did want to tear my pride off and stomp on it, shove it back in. Just so he could tear it out again. I beamed at him proudly. I loved when these pathetic creatures had to spend their days thinking of me. “I think you will make a great fuck-toy and cumdumpster. You should feel honored they decided to save your sorry flank.” I smirked smugly at him, giving a sly wink. On a close look, I noticed how he looked really disheveled, and he smelled strongly of sex, they must have really coated him good. I wondered what his problem was really, I gave him a good time, spared his miserable life, he had gotten healthcare here, a place to sleep along with food and plenty other things. I currently felt too good and fuzzy inside to care about his pity insults though. Had to say he was good with insults, might should ask for him to come up with something to insult that flea brain Deus with... and Brass, who else did I want to mess with?

He took a shaky breath. “If you expect me to be your toy, you are strongly mistaken... I don’t ever want to have to endure what I went through back at the furnace ever again... hours... they did it for hours. Occasionally stopping to heal me so I didn’t die... but you don’t know what suffering feels like do you? Not everyone is born privileged to a life of luxury like you were... have you even ever had to work for your survival? Ever been enslaved? Ever lost someone close? Do y-” I stopped his stupid rambling with a hoof to the mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever dweeb. Don’t be so saddle sore you wimp.” I suddenly got a wide grin from remembering something. “Let me show you around the arena, I think I have something that’ll change your feeble little mind.” I unhooked his collar chain and spun around, whipping him in the face with my tail, causing him to hiss out in pain. I think I would enjoy having this buck around after all, it was a good thing one of those mares saved him, and I would have to give them a wingjob later. I dragged the fuming zebra after me as a merrily strut in front of him, heading towards the secluded containment center. Not too many knew of them, which was good. Since some ponies we really wanted to keep from here. Then again, even less that knew of em had the key. I strode up while swaying my hips as I walked up to the guard, showing a grin and winked at her, she gave me a knowing smile and nodded back.

“I don’t want to be disturbed in here for at least an hour, got it?” The guard nodded and shuffled aside, letting me pass the reinforced, soundproofed room. I shut the door once he was in, and walked up towards a large single cage in one of the corners “Hey! Get up you foals!” I bashed my hoof against the cage, the two small forms inside stirring slowly. I looked at the dimly lit shapes in front of me. I had visited these two before, or at least the colt. The filly came in around a week ago, hadn't gotten much to time to know her, all I knew was that she had told me she at least wanted to know what oral felt like before she died. She was like what? At least eleven, but still, what was with people I ran into and them telling me their death wish? Or well, wish before death. Normally there was much more stuff in here, toys and all that, but we’d just moved them from the other cell just a couple days ago, needed the space they had before for... bigger visitors. But those things should get here soon anyhow. The two zebra foals slowly got up, the colt sniffling as he took in my form. The filly stared at me, then at the zebra behind me, her eyes growing wide as saucers.

“D-daddy?” The starved little zebra filly exclaimed, her eyes growing wide as she tried to get onto her hooves, her legs shaking as she eventually failed and fell back to the floor, not having enough strength to stand up as quickly as she had tried to do. The zebra buck froze dead in his tracks and stared back at the filly in disbelief. Ooh, this was better than I thought! I just expected him to feel obliged to suffer instead of the foals, now I had his crotch in a vice. He was putty in my hooves.

“Zhiv? Is that really you? I thought you were dead...” He stated flatly, his voice cracked and betrayed both relief and despair in it. I walked between the two with a grin.

“These are our reserve toys, if we ever run out of captured stallions or mares to play with. Some get sold, some have... “accidents” a few are set free, and quite many kill themselves after some weeks.” My grin turned more malicious as I went on, “Each pony you refuse to service, these two will have to stand in for you... and if you’d kill yourself, I would make sure the whole arena had a round with them...” I saw tears welling up in his eyes, his breathing sped up rapidly.

He grit his teeth and hissed at me. “You... you fucking bitch... YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!” he shouted at me, rage burning is his eyes. He tried to hit me, but his cuffs hindered any movement but slow shuffling. I didn’t even blink. Seems like I had found the leverage I wanted, like I always did. I was a brilliant planner after all. And ha! He actually believed what I said. Wow, did people really think I, or the Reapers overall were such assholes? Geez. True, we did a ton of ‘bad stuff’, but really, we brought order to the place. And we had laws to be followed.

It would be awhile before food was served, and that filly needed to eat slowly anyhow, she was almost starved to death when we brought her in. Or well, I brought her in. Having top contacts in the arena got me quite a few special privileges. I knew the colt was a good boy, loved to eat out, never really wanted anything back. A plan quickly collected in my head. I walked over to the filly and gently placed her onto her back, giving her a knowing wink before lying down next to her, moving my tail out of the way, keeping her pinned with my wing. “How about we play a game? Since it seems like the doctors got your mouth working, I’d like you to give me that oral you owe me. And as an added bonus, your little girl will also get one. From his expression, I seemed to have broken him once more.

“And just to make it clear, you won’t had to do... ‘that’ on Zhiv, our little friend will take care of that.” The colt averted his gaze from the grown zebra as I spoke for whatever reason. “He will mirror what you do, maybe learn a thing or two. So before you gnash down on my flower, ask yourself, would it be worth it? You really want to cause your daughter that unnecessary pain? Even if you’d tear mine off, I could get it reattached or grown back. Since trust me, he is a VERY obedient little boy, he knows what happens if he disobeys his mistress...” ... he got grounded, but again, as said, this guy didn’t know that, and he seemed ready to believe anything. I threatened him with.

He made some very funny faces and sounds before he with heaving breathing through the noise moved towards me, the colt mirroring his moves, he made his way up next to me with his slow shuffling, the filly next to me seemed really uncomfortable, but I tried to soothe her with stroking her with my primaries, once next to me, he grumbled hard and leaned his head down... reaching his tongu-heellooo!

* * *

“So, which one of you mares was it that saved that zebra from the furnace?” I asked in a stern tone. The mares froze up and began to tense visibly, a magenta unicorn slowly stepped forwards. I had just got really awesome oral sex from that zebra, he knew some ways to work my goods ponies didn’t really seem to consider, and Zhiv seemed to have really enjoyed herself too... she was very tense and nervous, not sure why, but once her orgasms started coming, she melted to putty, she folded on her third, but that was good for a first timer. I even let them hug afterwards, not sure if it was wise to let him stay in there, but eh, I shackled and gagged him for safety. Could still speak and all, but not harm them in any way.

“T-that would be me, miss...” I grinned over how nervous she was. Tapping my hoof at the floor in front of me, motioning her over. She cautiously walked closer to me.

“C’mere, don’t be shy girl. I’m just going to give you what you deserve for doing that.” She swallowed hard, sweat appearing on her brow. Oh, I loved it when they were scared... she murmured a response and shakily got in front of me. “That’s a good girl, now turn around, and face me sideways.” She immediately did as she was told, albeit unsteadily and breathing quickly. She wasn’t wearing any armor for her hindquarters; I guess she just had it off at the moment. I don’t see why anypony would go with their most private part exposed to hazards. “Schh, stop shaking, I’m just going to give you what you deserve...” I really didn’t see why she was so nervous, I was known for being such a nice mare, especially to the Flashers. I flared one of my wings and placed my hoofs over her body, she was really tense to the touch.

She was still trembling underneath me. Sheesh, what was wrong with normal ponies? I gave a ginger stroke over her limp folds, causing her to stiffen and yelp out in surprise. “Something the matter?” I circled her resting pride with my wingtip.

“W-what are you doing?” She squeaked out under her breath.

“What I just said; giving you what you deserve. I appreciated what you guys did back there, so I decided to give the mare responsible a treat.” I leaned over to look at her package, still not much going on back there.

“B-but, I don’t even... I don’t even like...” she seemed to struggle with what to say. What could she possibly she try to say that would include not liking what I was doing to her?

“Not like what?” I asked, my tone hardening as I pressed my wing harder against her nethers. If she was trying to tell me she didn’t like me, I might just use my wing for something else...

The mare breathed quickly, extremely tense. “I uh... I don’t like... it... so hard?” She almost whispered out. I blinked a bit... come to think of it, I had been pressing rather hard against her, even before I applied more pressure. Yeah, that did explain everything; I’d have a hard time getting hard if someone was too rough with me as well... or too soft.... I gave a light shrug, every mare had her own preference, guess I’d just have to adjust to her vulva’s sensitivity then.

“Oh... well, I can fix that. I can be gentle if you’d like.” She nodded shakily. Eh, if this mare wanted a softer touch, it didn’t matter for me; I eased my pressure and stroked her labia, gingerly tugging at it with two wingtips. I had to say, this mare had very impressive goods, bigger than mine. But far from as perfect of course. Her breathing had slowed down somewhat, but she was still squirming a bit. I guess she was overwhelmed by the honor of getting a wingjob from the legendary Fluttershy. She must be so humbled right now. I stared at her lips as they began to swell and puff up, causing the cutest wrinkles along the edges.

I circled her nub with my feathers, making her whinny. Yupp, still got it. I glanced at the other seven Flashers, most watched in a mix of fascination, awe, jealousy or arousal. I grinned widely as I saw a younger mare trying to masturbate without being seen, missing one front hoof was a quite big indicator you were doing something, as well as the increased breathing speed, and the fact she was incredibly flustered. Hm... should I? Ah heck, why not, I was feeling generous today. “Hey kid!” I exclaimed, looking her in her eyes. The filly recoiled and quickly put her hoof down, blushing furiously. “Get over here.” The filly hesitated for a few seconds, but then walked over to me. I saw her eager gaze and expecting eyes. I wondered if she was a virgin? That would be so hot... “Turn around, squirt. I got two wings after all...” She seemed to have hard believing her ears, a wide, excited smile spread across her face. Now this was what I liked to see.

“Oi, unicorn, kneel down, and part your lips for me.” The mare submissively obeyed me, kneeling down and spreading her pussy with her telekinesis. I wrapped one wing around the filly and lifted her up in the air, sticking my other wing inside of her, just after plunging it in, I realized she might only have rubbed herself before, I gingerly twisted my wingtip around her insides. It seemed okay, no squirming or winces of pain. I began to gingerly beat her off, pushing at her special spot inside. The little filly started to twist and turn in my grasp, moaning loudly. I had to get myself a fresh buck soon, it was ages ago. And virgins were just so cute. Perhaps I could find some Crusaders and trade some food or whatever for first dibs on one of their colts?

After less than a minute the filly writhed in ecstasy, squeaking out words of appreciation as her young body tensed up I held her close to the other mares gaping hole, then her juices began to squirt out, the warm liquid was spurting directly into the awaiting vagina, filling it up nicely as the little girl spasmed in my grip. First timers really appreciated everything so much more. They were worthless for a quick fix, but lots of fun to play with. I watched the little pool of lubricant in the mares honeypot. I had no idea why, but it was extremely hot to look at. Some of it trickled out as the mared winked with her privates. I turned the filly around, her face was a drooling, disoriented mess. ”Good going squirt, now try to drink as much as you can for me, okay?”

The filly shook her head, trying to regain her composure. She then quickly nodded and nervously placed her lips against the edge of the other mares other pair of lips. “Okay, you can get up now, slowly.” The mare murmured something I couldn’t pick up, likely words of admiration as she got up, the pool of lubricant began to trickle out, the filly greedily tried to drink as much of it as she could, some of it still poured down on the sides. I thought how those perfectly sized lips of her would fit around my clit just right... I’d have to give this filly the ride of her life sometime later this week. As the good little girl had finished, she pulled back and licked her lips.

She turned her head to me and beamed. “Did I do good mistress? Am I a good pony?” I bit my lower lip and shivered in my loins. Yupp, would definitely make her scream, in the good way. I put her down and gave her a rough, passionate kiss. Her eyes bulged wide before fluttering shut. I pulled back, smacking my lips. I loved the taste of young mare lubricant ejaculated into an older mare’s sex, then poured back into the other mares mouth to then be shared with a tongue kiss in the morning... I had a sudden urge to ask Brass how manticore lubricant tasted like, but that though was beat down and tossed in a corner.

“Yeah, you did great kid; you’re going to go far here I think.” I smiled down at the filly, damn was she both so hot and adorable with her face completely soaked in lubricant. It just also hit me that she was a natural squirter... well, pretty much everypony could blow a load, but she did it with notable force I mean. Man, this filly was rather awesome. If she only had wings, she’d have been quite a perfect lover for me to have. Would just need to find a similar colt, and I’d have my duo of pets I required. “Well, I have to get going, you gals clean up and do whatever you want, keep up the good work.” I turned around, walking away with my raging erection between my flanks. “Oh, and I’ll want to see this filly later this week, so keep her available this week, and by that, I mean within the vicinity of the stadium.” I said over my back as I strutted out. Right now, I had to make a second visit to a certain zebra this day. It was his fault I was horny after all.

* * *

Another day, another pile of these fucks. This one only had a faint feel of purple to him. The buck began an attempt to pull his head back. “What? You need to breathe?” The unicorn nodded desperately, looking at me with wide eyed panic. “Not my problem, I haven’t cum yet.” I could see his pupils shrinking in fear, the black buck began trashing desperately, trying to pull his muzzle out of me. I gigglesnorted and clenched my walls, feeling myself tighten around him. It was fun to watch the inferior being struggle for survival. I had to admit his wild flailing was an excellent source of stimulation, I got closer and closer to the edge. I cried out in triumph as my orgasm ripped through my body, I could feel my walls hungrily grasp and clench around his muzzle.

There was a slight dull ache spreading in my body. I think my afterglow was starting to pile up on me. How many times had I came now? Six? Seven? Maybe it was nine when I thought of it... I was brought back to reality by a weak whimper, and I realized the unicorn had stopped moving. I pushed his head out of my insides with a grunt. It was really pathetic how easily ponies died... or was he dead? Ah, why would it matter? “D-daddy?” I turned my head to see a small, white pegasus foal. He had a scruffy auburn mane and didn’t look older than five... nah, definitely too young. Wouldn’t be much fun to play with... I could play with him in other ways though...

A grin spread across my face as I drew nearer to the little colt. His eyes dilated in horror as I loomed over him. I grabbed him by his mane with a wing and lifted him up in front of my face, gazing into his eyes. Should I make it quick, or perhaps take my time? The foal shook in my grasp as I contemplated what I’d do with the little worm... that’s when I felt a warm trickle down my left leg, I glanced down an- I immediately hurled the little fucked away, cursing as I tried to shake my leg dry. Fuck, I hated when that happened. The foal soared through the air wailing, then hit a rock and I heard a quiet, but satisfying snap as the screams increased in volume. I normally didn’t hurt children, but feh, I wasn’t in a mood today. He could go with a little beating, would do him good to learn his place.

“That’s right, that’s what you get for pissing on the most important mare in the wasteland you dipshit! I won’t even kill you, that’d be too merciful for someone like you!” I snorted and took to the air, leaving the colt crying for his daddy with a busted leg. I hoped he died painfully... okay, not now, but in a decade or so. Hurting and killing children was a really wide step I wouldn't take. Just another reason of why I was better than Deus... and that smegma Rampage... But he did ruin my nice coat of dried blood I had accumulated, now my leg smelled of piss. Actually, I should have done my deeds on him, then he’d knew how it felt like, but that was below a pony of my importance standards... for some reason, I felt a knot in my stomach... hadn't I cum enough?.. too much perhaps? Or did I have to kill more ponies? Whatever it was, it made me feel sick... I couldn’t stop thinking of that stupid foal. I should have snapped his neck, or castrated him, would’ve served him right... the knot just grew worse. Maybe I was just hungry?

Then I suddenly spotted a caravan headed for Megamart, I expected at least, it was in that direction. I swooped down towards them, one of the guards drawing his rifle at me, then dropping it to the ground with a clatter, his eyes going wide. Good thing he seemed to know who I am, and wasn’t stupid enough to shoot, then I’d have made a new ‘slapstick’ for the Flashers. The entire equipage came to a halt and watched me nervously for several seconds before whom I assumed was the leader, based on her snazzy hat and monocle. The green earth pony mare with a long, flowing peach mane stepped forwards and spoke. “H-hey there Fluttershy... is there anything we can do for you?” I tapped a wingtip on my chin, pondering.

“You got any virgins?” I asked casually. They all seemed taken aback by the question. I could see why, to be honest, it was quite a while ago since I wanted some fresh meat. Was almost more fun to bring well versed ponies to tears. Virgins were more fun to actually stimulate, they were too easy to make cry anyhow. I tapped my hoof impatiently and watched them with a bored expression, after a couple of seconds of murmurs a young filly stepped towards me, she was about eleven years old I’d guess, she had her cutie mark though and... was a pegasus. That was rare. (Though... that colt was one as well...) I suddenly had a sparked interest for this mare, I licked my lips, and took in her young, and hopefully unspoiled body. (Even if he was too young to bang, same could be said about him... ugh! Why was I thinking of that colt?) I imagined feeling the inside of her young marehood with my wings, nibble her ear, make her squirm... and I was completely limp...

I scrunched my face. I tried to get my own marehood puffy and hard. Nothing, I couldn’t get myself erect. The mare stood shivering in front of me, not sure what she was to expect of me. This was embarrassing, I couldn’t get aroused... Shit, I can’t be seen unable to get it up! If so, I’d have to kill these ponies, I couldn’t waste this virgin like that. I quickly thought of a way to get out of the situation. “Fine mare you got here... But I actually just wanted to make sure you were willing to give us Reapers what we want, I’ll actually just have some food on second thought.” The filly gawked at me seeming to not really believe her ears. Which was weird, since why would they even assume Fluttershy would be lying? The purple pegasus filly scrambled backwards carefully, still seemingly unsure if she actually heard right. I looked towards the rest of the ponies, arching an eyebrow. “Well?” They finally seemed to break free of their stupor and one of the unicorns hastily levitated over some preserved snack cakes, not my favorite, but they were rather tasty. At least fit for a mare of my stature.

“That’s more like it.” I snorted and stuffed the cakes into my belt. I noticed the filly embracing the green earth pony in a shaky hug, I noticed the young pegasus had glistening eyes. Why had she even been close to crying? I hadn't done anything. Heck, she should feel honored to have even been close to getting laid with a legend like Fluttershy. “Oh, and by the way, there’s a camp of ex-bandits around two minutes’ walk from here in that direction, take what you want, just make sure to... ‘take care’ of the colt I left alive, got that? I expect him to learn from his parents’ mistake and join one of the gangs.” I pointed my hoof towards where I had just flown from. They nodded hastily and thanked me for my generosity. “Also, he’s probably near a buck, check if he’s alive, if not, you might can resuscitate him if you feel like it. Haven’t been much more than four minutes by now if anything.” I smirked smugly and took off into the air. Wait, why had I told them that? That wasn’t like me... And why did I suddenly start feeling better, I felt the knot beginning to untie slowly in my abdomen. It was a weird feeling... maybe I was going into heat? No wait, then I wouldn’t have any problems to get my cooch soaking wet.

I really had no idea what it could be... I’d have to ask Sanguine sometime when I got back. My nethers gave a tingle and throbbed, and I just realized that I’d managed to get my desired hard-on while I’d be thinking about why I couldn’t get one. A large grin spread across my face as I swung around, starting to fly towards the caravan again, it had only gone around two minutes. That’s when my face fell... damn, I just remembered I had to meet with the other reapers for a meeting... fuuuck... I had been this close to getting to fuck another pegasus, a virgin nonetheless... I ground my teeth and pondered on if I could skip the gathering, or come late by half an hour... but I know my dear Sanguine would be disappointed in me... I couldn't do that. I reluctantly spun back around, took a snack cake in my power hooves, opened it carefully and began to solemnly chew on the sweet. Sometimes it was just so unfair to me... I deserved better...

* * *

I passed Slagathor in the hallway, one of the few bucks I never had tried to plow. Could be due to the fact I’d never seen him really move much, nor say anything other than what the always said. “Sup Slag?” I swished my tail across his massive frame as I passed, taking a moment to admire his well ornat fullblade. I had to admit, he had an appeal to him. I think it was mostly due to the fact he technically was mysterious. I wondered what race he even was... or was he even a stallion? Could be a voice amplification device in that power armor. The suit turned its head slightly towards me as I stood and stared at him after swatting my tail against his chest plate. The hollow eyes of the armor looked at me for a few seconds before he spoke.

“I feed on spleens...” I sighed and felt any sign of an erection die down. I started to wonder if he was pony or machine. Or a ghoul that had lost all sign of brain activity bar from four words and how to stand. Then again, Big Daddy had found him in a sea of dead slavers and two disemboweled alicorns, all of which had an incision in their midsection. So who really knew. He didn’t bother anyone though, so Big Daddy let him stay at the arena. He worked fine as a bloodwing crow though... granted, it was ages ago since I had seen one, and they were basically none around the arena since Sanguine wiped them out with the help of carapace cunt. I was sure I could have done it. But he said I was too valuable to risk. Granted, seeing how they’d killed a pack of manticores in a few seconds each during that whole procedure, it might was a good thing I wasn’t there.

I kept trotting; I knew where I was going anyhow. But still... I had to admit, I’d always wanted to do a larger pony, I bet I could easily be filled by a large stallion, assuming his equipment was equivalent to his size. I was hung enough to take it. And I’d just imagine how voluptuous a mare of that stature would be... would feel amazing to grind against. Bet she’d have plenty labia to nibble on as well. Loved to really get to tug at lips. Would likely be an earth pony though. They were the most prone to end up big framed. And physically strong. Would just feel wrong if they couldn’t pin me down easily. Heck, otherwise they wouldn’t deserve to mount me. I couldn’t just submit to some pansy... oh...I wanted to have a mare straddle me right now, no wait, make that two. One grinding against me and the other on my muzzle.

It made me all moist just thinking about it... it was just so hot to dominate somepony into taking charge... I might have even swallowed... but it was just so much fun to snowball people. Or if a newbie ate you out, ask them what was wet and clueless... *Snrk* I smiled, as I snickered to myself. Was priceless to see each time, just that look of ‘What just hit me in the face?’ Especially if I managed to get a clear stream into their eyes. Ah, what fun it was to mess with those that didn’t know mares could ejaculate. I almost walked into a wall before I noticed I had reached the end of the hallway. Well, my nethers were engorged and throbbing, so I didn’t need any foreplay at least.

My eyes fixated on a lone, mysterious stranger way back in the shower room. Perfect! I strode in, he immediately turned to me and backed a few steps, could now make out he was an earth pony, he wore a coat and a fedora, looked quite snazzy. I waved a hoof towards him; “You” back to me “Me” then both my front legs in the general direction of my room and finished with “Fuck”. He seemed to mouth some sort of... answer? Was he mute? Didn’t matter, can still have sex. I walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar, starting to drag him towards my room, I noticed that he eyed his magnum holstered in its place. I just gave him a glare and his ears folded back. That’s what I thought, once reaching my room, quickly disposing of his clothes. He just let out a whimper and looked at me. Ugh! Not one of these. I was horny dammit! “Look, I want to fuck, my nethers are swollen, just get erect and fucking do me! You’re the only one I could find on short notice, I dunno where the rest went, but that’s beside the point! You’re here now, so do your duty and please me!” He didn’t move closer to my bed, instead he started to try and ... ah fuck this! I took him with a wide tackle and landed onto my bed.

I slammed the seeming tan stallion onto the mattress and pinned his shoulders to my bed and straddled him. He flinched and turned away, burying his face into my bunny pillow. He wasn’t hard. How dare he not get hard for me?! I ground my hips into the insolent buck’s waist. I groaned slightly as he started growing between my hind legs. I knew nopony could resist me, everypony loved Fluttershy.

I sneered and positioned his tip right at the entrance to my marvelous marehood with my wings, gently rubbing it back and forth. He still wouldn’t look me in the eye. I was giving him a fucking gift! How dare he not appreciate my gesture of kindness?! I smacked him across the face with the back of my hoof, but he only turned the other way and sniveled into my stuffed bumblebee. “Look at me!” I shrieked as I hit him again and again. “Look. At. Me! LOOK AT ME!!!”

The bastard finally got the hint when I dislocated his jaw and he looked up at me with tear filled, hazel eyes. I glared into his quivering, pinprick pupils and slammed my hips down into his, taking him inside me. I humped against him vigorously for several minutes, but he just laid there, whimpering; I may as well have been fucking a pillow. I grabbed his bruised and bleeding face and held it up. “You’re going to LOVE ME!” I shrieked in his face.

Häl on Equestria

I sighed and rolled over. Bored... I guess I could whack it? ... nah, wasn’t in the mood... beat up some punks? ... nah, still not enticing... I wish we had a spa at this place... not that I like, really wanted to go there, but it like, could be neat to check out I guess. And it was mainly since I knew... Mallet was it? I think she wanted to visit one. And that leader of the Burner Boys, and that precious little dragon filly... what was her name again? Eh, nevermind, not relevant here. I suddenly perked my ears as I heard a vague cry of pain

I snuck inside the secret room just in time to catch a griffon using her claws to cut open one of a stallions testicles, some whitish liquid spurting out as she slowly sunk her claw in deeper, the stallion wailing out in pain, fighting his restraints. I took a better look through the spy-mirror into the interrogation room after I shut the door tightly behind me. Upon my second glance, I could make out that the stallion was one of the supposed leaders for that new group of nutjobs out in the wastes. Never quite got their name, nor recall when or how we managed to capture him... how long was I asleep before? I shook my head and looked at the griffon busy busting a nut, so to speak, and I instantly recognized her: Gunhilda Häl, Skuggdöttir... something something. I think I got the last part right.

If I recall right, she’s from that reclusive clan that lived near that weird place that sold furniture you put together yourself and was famous for their meatless meatballs before the war really got started... that, and the orgies... from what little I had read, that country was sex-crazed. I had no idea if it was true, or what was left of it today, but it would explain some things about her I think. Like how her signature weapon consisted of... 42 parts, that all fit in a small case, and she could built it together in less than a minute... while jacking it... I wasn’t about to ask her about it though. Last that did, repeatedly, got fisted, with an open claw... then got face fucked so hard their nostril was ruptured. And they would have bled to death if she hadn't given them that healing potion... which she administered through their ass... so no, even if I know Sanguine will protect me from most harm, it is still stupid to ask a Bloodwing to suck your clit dry...

I watched as she... “got acquainted” with him in her own little way. “Oh, come on you wuzz, I’ve had griffins cry less as I removed their barbs with a potato peeler.” She snorted and gave a swift kick to the stallions face. “You know what? I’m glad you fucktards don’t know enough to just shut up and do as I tell you, it’s much more fun having a better reason to wreck you fully. Those obidient little cumsluts I get sometimes are too boring to torture, they’re already broken. Though, they do often give damn good head. Which is why I don’t kill most of them. They're harder to find than the likes of you... now, suck my fucking clit or I will end you!” The griffon snarled and forced the stallions face against her swollen sex, rubbing her juices over his muzzle. I could easily see she was pent up.

Made me wonder actually, since I saw her get sucked off in the shower just this morning, finishing by filling up the ass of the zebra that blew her. Can’t say I had thought of that as an option to cum inside, then again, I didn’t have claws to spread someone’s ass open while using wings to get into the position... how the hay could she still be this pent up? She seemed more than relieved after that. Maybe she just had a really high libido... that, or something pissed her off. I can say I can relate to that. Some days I just wanted to pin down and plow the shit out of someone after getting pissed off. And also actually preferred when they struggled then, then I could beat the fuck out of them as I pounded them raw. Great outlet of frustration and energy.

I saw the worn out stallion snort, then heard several soft ‘chink’ noises, noting a notable frown on Gunhilda’s features. “Bitch, I did not tell you to bite my crown jewel, now suck it you little skank!” I just made out more ‘chink’ing, along with a mad hissing from the stallion. I looked closer and now noticed a spider gag forcing his mouth open. I had heard about that, special designed to have the mouth closed enough to suck, yet open enough so the teeth couldn’t meet. I could understand why she’d want one... it really seemed like he wanted to rip her thermostat clean off. I’d seen it happen before... and the opposite for stallions... and a number of different methods to archive about the same goal for both genders. Though, I knew for a fact she stuck to nasally fucking if she didn’t have the gag with her... or she just shoved it in their urethra. She had a creepily long and narrow clitoris... was that common for griffins? I knew they couldn’t wink like us ponies, so I dunno... their males didn’t flare up either so... but yeah, this wasn't the time for contemplating.

“Guuuh... FINE! Have it your way dipshit!” I watched as she spread her wings and took to the air, hovering with her crotch in front of his face, a grin spreading across her features. “If you don’t want to suck the jackhammer, how about a nice, warm shower?” I watched as Häl started to relieve herself over his face.Which I understood, I mean; the fucker didn’t listen. I looked on as the stallion struggled to avert his face from the stream that cascaded down over his face, but the griffin kept his face in her line of fire. After a couple of seconds, she gripped his chin and the back of his head, yanked it upwards, then pressed her sex between his lips, resuming to empty her bladder, humming gingerly to herself, the buck tried to pull free, a look of further disgust spread even more on his features as I watched on in contemplation. Always amazed me how stupid these dirt ponies could be.

Once she was done, she exhaled and landed, then tilted his head even further back, whistling cheerfully to herself. “Come now, you look like you could use a freshly produced drink, you’ve been up all day after all.” I watched in amusement as the stallion tried to feebly struggle against the clearly superior griffon in charge before I watched him give in, a grimace forming as he sent it home. It was cute in a way, he didn’t seem to understand he was below her. Dirt ponies were silly that way. “Well then, if you won’t service me, I’ll just have to self-service tap then.” I leaned a bit closer, knowing what was to come, watching in anticipation as she held his head steady, aligning her clitoris with his nostril, then unceremoniously ramming her seeming unnaturally long clitoris inside his nasal cavity, eliciting a whiny as I noticed a trickle of blood coming out after a couple of seconds, actually making me wonder a bit how she managed to break skin... maybe her clitoris had barbs?

I tilted my head a bit and shrugged, maybe she just knows how to thrust it. She did have a heck lot easier than me doing it at least. Her clit fit snugly inside, mine was almost too big to be pushed inside. And too big for some ponies, period. Then again, a stallion had no chance at all to fit it, but they had the rest of the mouth to force it into. Eh, I could just shove their whole muzzle inside if I now felt like it. Wasn’t the same, but I’d been over this discussion in my head before. I watched in fascination as she pumped her rod in and out rhythmically, those claws gave her a very good grip I had to admit. It was almost hypnotic how simply ‘watch-able’ it was to just look at her thrusting in and out. I almost flinched as she pulled her clit fully out and started jerking herself off as she planted her crotch tightly against his nostril.

Shortly after, Häl began to shiver and let out a grunt of satisfaction as I noticed the buck make a notable sign of discomfort as she began dumping her load inside of him. Stream after supposed stream just gushing out from what I could tell. He did cough to what he could, and fluid did drip out of his mouth as she let out a sigh of relief and landed onto the ground. “Ha... well then, now that that’s out of the way, you mind telling me what I want to know? Since do know I got a lot more shots in me before I go limp like Security. I mean shesh, if anything, that mare would by standard have a whiskey prick as much as she’s wasted.”

The stallion coughed a few more times, notably seeming to want to blow his nose among other things. “Ngh... I’m not telling you anything! My allegiance to th-” the griffon smacked him across his face with a yawn. “Yeah, whatever bub, if you don’t want to talk, I’d rather do useful things with your body, not listen to you whine. I’m not paid by the hour listen to your life story. You know... the most stupid things you morons can do is start citing verses, mottos or whatnot, since we don’t give a fuck about your beliefs, quoting what justifies things for you has no effect on me. Much like I know you don’t think my reasons for why I am allowed to fuck your shit up is legitimate. Difference is, I’m smart enough to realize that, you narrow minded fucktard. Now, if you misbehave again, I might just give you head.” Häl grinned widely and looked at him. “Ever had a beakjob before? They say I’m very sharp at it.”

I noticed how she gave a crooked smile and reached for her belt. “Tell you what, how about I give you some... pointers to start with?” I watched as she pulled out a long, slender and cylinder shaped object made out of metal. I quickly realized I did not need a PHD in common sense to understand what that was... then again, I likely had one of those, going with the average intelligence of people... that, and some were too stupid to be able to comprehend what could be done to a male, or by a female. Which I personally found very laughable. I mean heck, just take that Rampage chick. When she decides to pound someone raw, there ain’t shit they can do to stop her. Even if they bit off her pride, it’d just grow back, on a much more pissed mare. Was actually surprise I hadn't seen her plow ponies. From what I had heard, she only went to professional prostitutes. I guess she had very high standards or something. That, and they were all mares, so it didn’t seem like she’d swing that way.

Without further ado, the griffin grinned, dropping down into a crouching position next to the stallions side. “What’s this? Your friend doesn’t want to come out to play? How rude! We’ve been here for an hour, and he hasn’t even introduced himself.” I watched as Häl unceremoniously stuck her claw inside his sheath, eliciting a shriek of pain from the stallion as she seemed intent on dragging out his pride, quite literally. Looking as she really seemed to dig her claw around in there, pulling out the flaccid, and slightly clawed up penis sent me a bit of mixed feelings. But I had to admit it was quite soothing to watch him writhe in pain. Häl casually began jerking the bloodied member, much to the dismay of her toy.

It took quite a long time, and many tears before he was fully erect, much like she was. I had to admit I had been staring at her package for quite a while now, expecting her to wink. Then I recalled it’s an equine thing, instead just resorting to staring at her freakishly long clitoris. I can say I almost wondered if it was prehensile... could a genital be that? It was just more likely she was swaying her hips around that it looked like it moved. I was a bit tempted to know how it tasted, what it felt like. But I was honestly afraid to approach her... Häl was scary, even for me. Especially after she had groped me in public, right next to Sanguine. She did say I had a nice feeling package though, lots of meat... I still wasn't sure if she meant that in the good way... Plus, she had punched Big Daddy in the face, twice. That girl had eggs.

Though, the outcome of that had her whimpering on the floor like a little colt after she got kneed in the cunt. Was rather surprised Big Daddy won respect for her by that whole escapade. I didn’t saw the whole thing; I just entered as she dropped in a trembling heap, seeming to try avoiding bursting into tears. And I could understand her perfectly; it was a nerve cluster after all, yet, you didn’t want to show yourself wailing like a filly. Gelded bucks had all the luck, couldn’t cheap shot em. As I stood pondering, it seemed like she had finished toying with him and swung around, backing up to the engorged and bruised member with her hindquarter, grinding her own swollen sex against it. “Mmm... you’re just my size, not too big... now lets see... I believe one should penetrate for intercourse, yes?” She gave him a jab in the ribs, and I was rather sure I heard a small ‘crack’ noise as she did, eliciting a pained whimper, followed by a nod.

“That’s a good boy, now hold still while I slide it in...” I anticipated her to ram herself back and start pounding his ass raw. Instead, she moved her claw back, and... I leaned on closer, my eyes opening up in surprise as she had her clit in her claw, aimed her hard... shaft? Nub? Needle? Yeah, I’ll go with needle. She aimed her throbbing needle at his urethra, and thrust inside without waiting for a reaction or teasing him. I saw his eyes bulge as he yelped out in a sharp pain, blood slowly started to seep out as she held her clit inside his cock, she was in deep, to the hilt... not that that technically was much, but for a mare, that clit was something... if not freaky. Wondered if she’d applied taint to her pearl or something? And wonder how about anything she thrust into started to bleed. Then again, I should have seen that part coming, she’d fucked a mare like that once. That was actually the first time I’ve heard a pony shriek ‘Wrong hole!’, and not refer to their ass... okay well, that one buck did when I started to slam my meat into his nostril, but that doesn’t count.

“How’s this? Don’t like being penetrated? You didn’t seem to complain much when I fisted you before. All you did was scream. Which was totally a turn on by the way, you so get what I like!” Häl grinned and began to like... rotate her hip in some weird way, swapping between grinding and thrusting. “You know, I’ve love to fill you up, but there’s just no way I’d be able to fit into that tiny hole of yours. Tell you what? We’ll compromise, you’ll get to penetrate me, while I have you penetrated. Sound fair?” It almost seemed like she was about to wait for a response, but then she just nodded his head for him. “Very good! Not let me just prep you up!”

The griffon hummed cheerily to herself and pulled her clit out, trickles of blood following suit... was it weird that I wanted to suck her clean? ... probably. I shrugged inwardly to myself and watched as she took a hip flask from her chest... which I found a bit peculiar, then flipped up the rod into her claw. And hey, ‘rod’, I could call her clit that... wait, getting side tracked here. I’m sure she’s named it anyhow. She doused the piece of metal with what seemed to be some sort of alcohol. And I was sure it was neither for disinfection, nor lubricant. My suspicion was correct as she bent down and just forced it inside his urethra as he once again broke out wailing like a buffoon... while she hoo-, fingered herself... okay well, she was jerking herself off... that seemed dangerous with those claws... “Mmm... you totally get my type of foreplay... that’s it... scream for me, scream for your niece...”

I could only tilt my head as she grit her beak and quickly turned towards his battered privates and unleashed a torrent of transparent gushes across it, completely soaking it. “Anhh... take it! Take my cum you little bitch!” I’d say it again, this girl was a mystery to me... and just as sudden, she wrapped... okay, sunk her claws into his flesh and began pounding him hard, riding him upside down. She took much less deep thrusts than I was used to seeing a gal do, she barely went halfway down on him. “Unh... think you’re tough huh? You know how many dicks I’ve torn off with this baby?” I watched as clenched her beak shut and started to shudder with effort as I estimated she must be tightening her muscles, noticing how he began to tear up over the course of seconds she kept it up before letting go, making a twist mid-air, still on his cock as she spun around, something I found rather impressive. “Haa... yeah, that’s what I thought you wimp... didn’t it went both ways, did you?” I still had no idea what she was talking about, if it was to intimidate, even had a point, or whatever she was up to.

Häl sped up, gripping his front legs for... support? I wasn’t sure, I guessed she might just like to dig her claws into flesh. With seeming great effort, she pushed her rear further back, trying to push inside his length into hers, but it seemed to take her great effort... I had suspicions she wasn’t very well hung. Wonder if she was overcompensating with her massive clit and violent behaviour? The buck made a unexpected thrust, causing the griffin to squawk and follow in the motion. “Gah! Don’t you even fucking think about it! You think you’re in charge? Huh? Huh? You’re not! Your dick isn’t small enough for that, and you’ve only swallowed two of my loads! Now shut the fuck up and cry for me, I’m almost there!” I watched with anticipation to whatever crazy antics she’d do this time. It was sorta like watching a really bizarre movie of sorts. Not that I had much to compare it with, they were hard like my clit in the morning to find.

Häl took the tip of his cock and stirred it around inside of her, notably tensing up rapidly as she did. I could tell she was pressing against her happy button. At least that’s where I guessed her prostate was. Was always such a pain to reach my own soda dispenser. Was almost mandatory to learn how to contract it manually if you wanted to open the valve so to say. Well, unless the lucky mares that were naturals, they just popped without effort, shooting their thick, creamy gunk where they pleased. Was fun to make them cum in their sleep however, just like with bucks... man, when and why did I ever quit that hobby? I don’t recall... I was brought back to reality as I heard some high pitched chirps combined with the groans of a pony in pain.

“FUCK YES! Gonna cum!” I watched her as she slammed her hips backwards, and I could almost see as her cunt started clenching and contracting around his dick, she gave very powerful thrusts as her nethers visibly has an orgasm. I noticed how he let out a whiny, his legs jerking as he seemed to be pushed over the edge by her strong muscles. He seemed to dramatically trash harder and harder, like his orgasm caused him a greater and greater amount of pain, a seeming swelling starting to form on his dick. Hadn't I heard about something about sounding too deep and male orgasm? Right as I started trying to recall, he gave another instinctive thrust, and the base of his cock suddenly ruptured, a burst of blood and sperm gushed out underneath from the base of his slab of meat, accompanied by a cry of pain and strong convulsions. “Ngh...that’s it! Have your unborn foals splashed across the floor!” Oh yeah... it could cause the urethra to ruptured as the sperm had nowhere to go. Well look at that. At least none was hurt from it. I felt a little lightheaded; it hadn't exactly been appealing to see his stallionhood burst open like some pus filled scab.

As I watched her work his gashing dick over, riding out her climax like a sensible woman. What came next cause me to recoil in disgust; I saw the metal bar suddenly burst out through the skin as she forcefully thrust her hip to the side, still seeming to ride her orgasm as her moans was barely audible through the screams of agony from the male. Blood was gushing out from the two wounds, and the stallion seemed to be near collapse, that or he was about to pass out... or throw up, I couldn't tell. He was thrashing around too much. I watched as his tormentor let out a sigh of relief, a large wad of her cum splashing to the floor as she pulled out his rapidly limping dick out of her. “Mmm... was it good for you too? Bet you felt when I clenched down on you, I can lift around ten kilo with his baby after all. She turned her head to his tear-stained face and gave a wink. “Look at that, now your hole is big enough for me to dump my load in.”

“Y-You monster...” I watched as the buck stammered out his words, clearly in great amounts of pain. She just replied by smiling. Then almost faster than I could react to, she sent a claw down to grab at his mutilated cock, then twisted, tugged and tore off his entire stallionhood off almost at the base. I stared on in disbelief. I knew she was cruel and effective, but hot damn... I watched in disgust as she held up the metal rod with his privates on them, then almost gagged as she took a chunky bite out of it, sinew and blood following after her beak as she slowly pulled back her head from the disembodied genital. “You look upset, here” I watched as she held the bloody limb towards him “you should eat something, you’re not yourself when you’re hungry...” I watched as a sadistic grin spread across her features, and I noticed blood starting to pour from his nostrils and lips as he shook.

She tossed the dick to the side like... a piece of discarded meat... and casually took out an object, showing it to him. “Know what this is? Hydra.” I watched his eyes bulge wide “Know what it does?” I saw the horror in his eyes as realization struck him, and I saw how her amusement just grew as he did. Her eyes suddenly drifted to the side, and she let out a snort. “Ha! Look, a radroach found your dick.” I leaned towards where she was looking, and indeed saw a radroach... eating off his dismembered organ... again, causing some bile to appear in my throat as I saw the mandibles rip out what appeared to be the urethra... “Guess that means it’s a cockroach, huh? Get it? Cock-roach.” She let out a gigglesnort that I did not expect to hear from her. I dunno, I guess I expected a maniacal laughter? Here she was snickering like a little girl...

“Oh, oh! What if I lit it on fire? Then we got a cock-roast. Or if I make another one, we could have a cock fight!” She looked towards the male with a big grin that slowly faded into a scowl as she bore into his eyes, I saw him trembling. I was sure he had wet himself, though, there was too much blood to tell. He had even started turning a bit pale. She suddenly snorted and slapped him across the face, leaving a gushing scar. “BAH! That was funny... you dickless fuckers just don’t got any sense of humor. Grow some cunt, those things can take a pounding, unlike your little feeble balls! Got you sprawled out, weeping by the slightest thing...” I watched as he tried to keep from... multiple things as he tried to speak. “I-I’ll t-tell you... anything just... just stop... I... I...” the stallion sniffled and tried to continue, but broke down weeping.

I watched as she pouted and gave an over exaggerated and clearly fake pitying posture and tone. “Naw... did the mean old griffin hurt you? Did she huwt your little feelings? Want me to kiss the bobo to make it all better?” I could tell the stallion had given up, I knew that look far to well. It made me think a bit... mostly how much of her session I had missed. The stallion raised his head once more. “Ngh... d-damn bitch... wh-what you are looking for i-is located... it’s located in-gh...” the male suddenly recoiled, his face scrunched up in one of brief, intense pain and a low, churning noise could be heard for a few seconds, then the outtake of blood through his stump rapidly increased as he began to vomit, hurling up his... wait, that wasn’t stomach content, that WAS his stomach... and on second glance, what was coming out of his ... fallen pride, was not just blood...

The pony shuddered and twitched for several seconds before going limp. Possibly even more limp than his dick, whi- EW! The radroach was eating the arteries like some sort of pasta... what was wrong with that radroach? I shivered and looked away, back to the recent corpse. Häl stood there, blinking a few times. “Huh... I did not see that coming. I’d heard of suicide pills, but not suicide internal organ slicers... must be the latest fashion to get rid of snitches I guess... ah well. He’s gone, ded, D-E-D, to death! Did I bellow! Yet does it echo in my ears... That’s what matters. I was just hired to play with him anyhow, any potential info was just a possible bonus. I think he might want to hear about the suicide device though, since that’s new.” She unhooked the specially designed spider gag that had kept his mouth open, then seemed to inspect the corpse, shrugging her shoulders. “Eh, even using him as a toilet seems kinda pointless right now. Besides, I don’t need to go anyhow... that, and my employer might not appreciate that if he’d now dissect this guy heh. I do have an image to keep up after all.” She casually put the gag back in her belt-pouch and ran a claw through her head-feathers. “Well, I better go clean up, even though the scent of blood gets me hard and hollow, I’m actually sated for the day. Think I came actually when he threw up, that was hot.” She smirked to herself and turned to leave, stopping just as she had reached the door.

“Oh, and Psycho? Hoped you enjoyed the show, I came extra hard knowing you watched... And just so you know; the mirror isn’t turned on, the green light would be on otherwise, the deflection enchant is not working. If I didn’t know who you were, and if you weren’t important, I would have been tempted to play around with some prolapse of either of your rear openings penetrating the other... And trust me, I’ve managed to do it on males, so a female is ever easier... anyhow, hope you enjoyed the show. We might could even... ‘play’ some later when I’m in a better mood, I saw you staring at my package, and I’m sure we could have lots of, ‘fun’... Now, ta-ta. And if you tell anyone about this, I might reconsider doing just that anyhow sugar.” My blood froze a little as what she said sunk in, I took a quick glance to the lamp, it was not glowing... I normally didn’t care for threats, but I knew this girl was crazy enough to go through with a threat... she had before. Every time. Even I was flabbergasted when she actually did shit down the neck of the recently decapitated Steel Ranger elder after being called chicken one more time. I blame that she barely got away on the pure shock value... and somewhat to her acrobatic skills and those smoke bombs.

I swallowed and sat still, following her with my eyes as she left the room, flaunting her goods in my direction with a malicious grin as the pool of blood on the floor became bigger. I noticed I had subconsciously moved my tail to cover my precious privates. And I could say that this was one of the few people I was actually scared off. Most reapers were fucked up, but beside that freak of nature Ramage, we all kinda knew our limit... unless those high on drugs... but that’s beside the point. This griffin however... she seemed to just have complete disregard for everything. I really wondered what had made her what she was... even more than I did with Slagathor, at least he just stood there and was creepy. I was going to leave and like...do something else, just as soon as pulse had gone back to normal... I was used to seeing most things, but some shit was just a tad bit fucked up for even me...

Author's Note

(Note: It can be a good thing to note this is a quite unique chapter in that Psycho is very passive action wise. Secondly: These chapters aren't necessarily in chronological order.)

Resistance is Futile

“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.

Just Getting Warmed Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Double-clam sandwich?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Just did the Universe a Favor

I heard Brass sputtering and pulled back, spitting and wheezing for several seconds as I turned around as saw her lurched forward, coughing up fluid out of her muzzle into an erratic puddle onto the floor. She held a hoof over one of her nostrils, snorting out through the other with grit teeth. “FUCK! My nose! That burns!” Brass snarled at me, shaking with anger as she fixed me with a glare before resuming: “You’re an ass Psycho... I agreed to give you head, and you give me a fucking spitting cobra!” She hissed at me as she spat out a last gob of my juices, gently nursing her sore nostril. “I wouldn’t have minded if you did it to whomever the fuck else, bucks got their ‘angry dragon’ shit. But for fucks sake Psycho! At least have the dignity to not pull that shit on a fellow reaper. It bloody burns. FUCK! I have enough shit going on without having to deal with my nostril aching... if you weren’t Sanguine’s favorite pet, I’d so have sliced and torn out ALL of your clit for doing that... fucking bitch...”

I gigglesnorted and waved a hoof dismissively. “Oh please Brass. Like you’re one to talk. Remember that time you spiked my drink and I woke up with a bottle shoved into each of my major orifices?” The pegacorns expression momentarily faltered as she recalled the event. “Now THAT was a pain in the ass, literally. It seems like you’ve forgotten that we fuck with each other on a regular basis around once to twice a month.” My smile faltered a bit when I noticed ... was Brass crying? That was strange... I’d never seen her cry before, apart from that one time her stinger was torn off. She’d been hysterical before she got it regenerated. I was about to press the issue when she snorted and fixed me with a stare that told me to leave it alone.

“Not a word Flutterfucker...” Her teeth grit even more, apparently that snort had hurt more than it should. “Haa... yeah... I know we clam jab and cunt punt each other regularly, just... fuck...” she sniffled and wiped a tear away. “I know you couldn’t have known, but my nose is really sensitive, I guess it’s due to be part manticore, my scent has improved a lot from when I was just a pony, but like... goddess damn this burns!” Brass bit into her fetlock hard enough to draw blood. When I looked closer, the whole right side of her nostril had started to swell. Huh... I guessed what just caused a stinging burn for ponies was like... tripled or something for mantisusses . She hissed again and resumed “Ngh... I will forgive you this time, but if you ever do this again, I WILL fucking cut or bite half your labia off! And headbutt it once you have it regrown! ... Just stick to squirting me in the eye, ear or wake me up by shoving ice in my cunt or ass, like a normal maniac or whatever you find fancy at the time but don’t give me anymore spitting cobras, got that?”

I looked at her pained expression and nodded shortly after, giving a small smile. “Yeah, sure Brass. And sorry, but as said, I didn’t know, you might should've told me though; you know how I can be prone to do things like this. If you want, I’ll let you give me one, free of charge.” I ran a hoof up her chin and gave her a careful lick on her sore nose, she shivered, but seemed to let out a sigh of relief as I carefully licked the tender spot “But for now, we should go and see if there’s any med-x or soothing lotion or something that we can fix your nose with, okay?” She nodded and choked back a few tears as we both started moving towards medical. I doubted Brass meant any of what she said, at least overly serious at least.

But I know each person had at least one weak point, and I actually respected that for some reason... I had my.... secret. And I wouldn’t want to have that ignored, and I knew Brass respected mine and stayed clear from it, so I would at least do the same for her. I was actually in the mood for some pussy eating. And heck, I had actually never truly eaten Brass before, despite our long rivalry. It was time to try out that exotic cunny of hers. Wonder how I could stretch her lips? This would be fun to try out once we get back from medical.

*

Really? How long would it take to get her sinuses checked? I had waited like...more than twenty minutes. Geez, how sensitive were her nasal cavities? After around five more minutes, and me reciting the reaper code for lack of a better thing to do, the door finally swung open and Brass strode out with... I barely sustained my gigglesnort as I saw the contraption attached to her muzzle. “Not. A. Word.” The pegacore looked at me with a deadpan glare. I tilted my head and looked at her questionably. “Apparently, I had a laceration in my nostril you tore open when you came inside of me. Can’t recall how I got it, but it was infected and had to be lanced and drained. Wouldn’t have done much if it had kept going, but I’d have gotten a sore as fuck nose and had clogged nostrils so... in a way, you causing me extreme nasal pain saved me a few weeks off the air. So... yeah... Sanguine recommended that next time I go to areas with stuff like sulfur and small particles to wear a mask or a pair of these.” She held up a small box with her wings.

I was about to ask what it was when she resumed. “Before you ask, they are pre-war tech. Apparently they were used by ponies allergic to certain things inhaled, they’re basically a small filter that makes me able to breathe through my nose on places I normally wouldn’t. Actually also works for filtering smoke up to a certain density. But yeah... even if he told me that... rinse hurt me more than the entire week or two would have done pain wise, it does allow me to work the upcoming week. He also found and cleaned a cyst in my ear, which was nice to get rid of, had been itching. So... I guess we’re kind of even here.” I smiled at her and slowly shook my head.

“No Brass, I still owe you head. So whaddya say? Wanna head back to my place and offer me something to eat?” She returned my smile with one of her own.

“Maaaybe... hope you won’t mind something to wash it down with.” I gigglesnorted and looked at her.

“C’mon Brass, you know me, it’s the rare exception if there isn’’t a drink included... assuming you don’t mean the other type... you know I’m not into that.” I stared at her as we both headed towards my room.

The mantisus chuckled and gave me a light elbow to the side. “Aw... well can’t a blame a girl for trying eh? Sooo looking forward till tomorrow and I can get rid of this thing, I won’t be able to snog my babies goodnight with this on... hey, could you give me something to chow down on at your place?” I inspected the jagged edges of the contraption she wore.

“Uh... no offence Brass, but I wouldn’t want that near my cooch, seems like it could rupture or bruise something. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“No, I meant food overall, I’m hungry...” She gave a gigglesnort and quickly licked my ear, eliciting a squeak from me as I recoiled from the protruding objects on that thing. “What do you say we go outside to the grass? Then you can eat me out while I eat out as we eat out.” The reply made me chuckle.

“Nah, I’d rather stay in my room, no offence, but I’d prefer some privacy for this time. Wouldn’t exactly do either of us a favor if they saw us together yanno. And Deus would probably get an excuse to laugh at us... hehe, remember that time we banged a buck in front of him? He was so pissed that he couldn’t read us, so he tried to get back at us and pinned that ‘conveniently placed mare’ nearby. Ah man, still remember the face he got when he found out she had an EMP grenade stored in there, he just collapsed in a pile with a whimpered. Apparently it had burnt his tip a bit. She was prepared enough to have protection in there though. But still, point being, that was hilarious as he just lay there fizzling.” We both had a good laugh as we went down the corridor. “Was totally worth the scold from Sanguine, heck, we got to give Deus a facial. Damn he got pissed on us though.”

Brass looked solemn as she spoke. “Yeah... he tried to rape one of my babies to get back at me, but it turns out it was harder to bang a manticore than he expected, ended with him killing two of my poor pretties when it turned out he wasn’t very successful.” She sighed wistfully. “I’m gonna miss those two... When he didn’t manage with a female one, her mate tried to avenge her, so he tried to rape him with equally little success. When that didn’t work either, he killed him too... stupid Deus... selfish fucktard, can’t even take a joke...” She snorted as we approached my room. I understood her; Deus was a dick, and the biggest slut in the wastes. Like really, the fuck was his problem? He was a terrible... ‘brother’ per say when I grew up. Though, after the time he tried to get me to suck dick when I was just a barely filly, Sanguine quite severely removed all access he had to me. Serves the fucker right. I still didn’t understand why Sanguine never spayed him tough... I mean, doesn’t seem that hard to do, and he’d behave better afterwards...

We walked into my room and I locked the door behind us. I still thought Brass looked hilarious with that contraption at her head. I had no idea what it was for, but it looked really amusing. She made her way over to my recliner and slumped down with a sigh. Man, she seemed rather parched... come to think of it, I was quite spent myself. “Hey Brass.” She tossed a look my way and saw my wing stroke a mini fridge. “I got some cool drinks for us once we’re done with the appetizer...” Her eyes seemed to focus extra hard.

“Ah bitch... you got a mini fridge? That’s like, both awesome and... damn it Psycho, I want a mini fridge... or an open stove...” I grinned at her and stuck my tongue out as I approached. I firmly knelt down before her, taking in her marehood with a questioning look. Why was she flaccid? I was about to ask when she seemed to get the hint and spoke before me. “Hey... look, mind if we just chat a bit? You know... maybe like; preen each other and all that? Maybe even a rub down? I’m kinda stiff after the fight earlier and thought that we could... you know...” I let out a giggle and planted a kiss on her slit... her kinda mixed slit, this was going to get some used to, least she could still wink. And wait... preen? Her wings was made of skin...

“Naw... if you’re having problems getting it up, you just have to tell me... just say if you need a hoof with getting your lil’ marehood all clammy and good to go.” She blushed furiously and gave me a light slap with her tail, it stung a little, but it was just a playful bruise anyhow.

“S-shut up! I am not... and it’s not small!” She frowned something adorable, but I couldn’t help but feel strange in my stomach... that has seemed like a decent burn, why did I feel slightly queasy from it? Ugh, maybe I needed a drink? I looked at the slowly swelling marehood in front of me and added mentally to myself: Something proper to drink. “I just thought we could... you know... just maybe... ah fuck.. just forget it...” she let out a huff and wiggled her flank further down into my chair, hugging one of my stuffed plushies to her, looking away from me. Psh, it was so easy to mess with Brass when alone like this, she allowed herself to blush and get embarrassed. We always had the best fights when alone; never ‘rude’ so to speak, always teasing and all like that. Kinda wondered what she had wanted to ask though.

Shortly after she was fully engorged, she tilted forwards and grabbed my head, dragging it down to collide softly with her pussy, making her hiss out gently in pleasure. Not wanting to waste the moment, I started lapping on her folds, taking my time around the mound, making sure she had time to get all worked up. Nuzzling around her slit, and to my delight, I heard her begin to purr softly. Ha! That was always so adorable, and she always got so embarrassed when you pointed it out to her. But I didn’t feel like it today, she could have her fun making silly noises. After circling and nipping her pride for a couple laps, I had expected her to impatiently buck her hips into my face; instead she was just... hugging my plushie and quivered lightly. Wonder what her deal was? Maybe she just really wanted it slow? After all, she looked really beat, and getting slow head when exhausted could be really neat.

A grin slowly spread across my muzzle. Maybe this would rile her up or at least make her jump. I circled once more, but as I reached the top, I kept going, starting to circle her other orifice, prodding against it with my nose, circling the ring with my muzzle tip. C’mon Brass... I knew you liked to give but was uneasy to take... to my surprise, she didn’t move, all she did was tense a bit as I pressed forward. I have a slight internal snort and took a deep whiff, making sure it was audible. Come on! This had to bother her... I wouldn’t have done it unless I knew she had showered just an hour ago, but still! I reluctantly let out a sigh and went back to her meat with a roll of my eyes. Fine, I’d give her a long one. I began circling her folds again, but this time nipping at her folds as I went around, making sure both sides of her entire labia got some nibbling on them. I heard her purring increase in volume slightly; having a keen sense of hearing was neat most of the time.

I almost spent two minutes giving her girl a go, and damn was she soaked. I watched her writhe slowly as she let out soft noises, her tail flicking back and for-woah! I pulled my leg out of the way. “Hey! Watch the stinger brass.” I went back to working on her, but this time I began to properly lap on her insides, making her squirm in delight.

Brass murmured out a “Sorry...” and folded her tail behind her... she better not cut the fabric of my furniture. I felt how she shifted her weight in a slightly nervous manner. “Um... Shy? Can I tell you... something?” I quirked one of my brows, pulling back and releasing her stiff pearl with a loud pop, fully intending to work more on that love bead when I had the chance. “I... I actually only have one poison gland... the ‘different’ ones I’ve used during my escapades is actually just a varying amount of my toxin...” Huh.... well whaddaya know... wonder why she was telling me this? Did she feel guilty for lying to me before? Whatever the reason was, I just gave her a understanding nod before diving back between her flanks, wrapping my lips around hers, intending to savor her pleasure button for later.

I worked her labia over for a good couple of minutes before she placed a hoof on my head, brushing through my mane. “Could... could you go deep?” She asked in such a cute whisper I couldn’t resist. I pushed my muzzle in deep, sliding past her drapes, pushing further inside, making the mare moan softly. Hehe, she liked this huh? And dang... Brass was hung... figures how she could do the nasties with her minions. I barely met much of any resistance as I burrowed my way deeper inside. I poked my nose against her prostate, dragging my chin against her clit as I muzzle fucked her. “Yeeeess....” The way she hissed out made it amusingly hot in some way... she clenched around me and... why was she so strong? I didn’t have that much muscles in mine! I almost felt myself in a vice if is wasn’t for the fact my face wasn’t very dynamic in it’s shape, along with her being so... or well, she was loose and slippery till she began clenching. I had to work a bit to get in and out and get to her sweet spots. Lack of breath wasn’t a problem though, I had good lungs.

I began working her clit over more closely, lapping and sucking on it. My colleague groaned aloud as I began to suck on her most prized possession. I knew for a fact she was more sensitive than me, she couldn’t take as hard stimuli as I could. I could have used this against her, but I really didn’t feel like it right now. For once she could simply just get off hard and pleasant without complication. I spread her lips apart further with my hooves, once again toying a little with her perky little star above her pride. A thought struck me as I ran my other hoof over her tummy, caressing all of her mammary glands, it was funny how she had so many... did that mean she would birth a litter if she got knocked up? My ponderings were interrupted as she hoarsely spoke to me in a low tone: “Ungh... S-Shy...” I gave a halfhearted response hoof deep in her vag. “Haa... I’m going to... going to...” I felt her start to roll her hips with every suckle I took. Well then, seems like it was time for the creampie. I grinned and tugged her clit slowly back out with me by suckling gentle on it.

She let out a whiny and pressed my head against her crotch as she murmured something I couldn’t hear... I think it had a ‘you’ in it though... I opened my mouth to take her load and locked my lips around her package to not spill a drop. The pegacore arched her back and hissed out an euphoric moan as her floodgates parted and the waterfall came rushing out. My eyes widened when I tasted her juices for the first time. Damn she had really creamy cum... it looked anything but that visually. She pressed my head down and grunted out “S-show... me...” in between more high pitched cries as she unloaded stream after stream of her hot, gooey lube. I wonder if manticore jizz was like this, or if was just her? Definitely reminded me more of a male load... bar from it was much more of it, and it wasn’t as salty. I tried to pull back once I was sure she had finished unloading in my maw, but she whimpered and ground against my mouth, pressing out her last ejaculate. I took the time to lap on her nub, making her whiny and unfold her button again. She was soooo putty in my hooves.... and she was actually really tasty. I sloshed the gunk around in my mouth. Wondered if she liked mine? I mean, she had sent a few of my loads home, but spat out an equal number of them... and one snowball. Heh, that reminds me of the time I spat that stallions spunk back over his face, after all, I only said I’d take it in the mouth, I never promised I’d swallow hehe. Man he had been grossed out, such a whimp.

Brass’s convulsions came to an end as I was allowed to pull back and leaned my head up, showing her the result of my work, twirling it around with my tongue, causing her to shudder. And as she opened her mouth to speak again, I quickly swallowed it with my jaw still open before she had the time to say anything. Her face scrunched up adorably as her hips bucked and a small stream of ejaculate was pushed out and struck my across the face. I gave her a wide grin. Still got it. She swayed as she sat there, slumping down in the recliner breathing softly as her eyes dropped more and more. “N-no hard feelings?” she weakly croaked out. Shesh, she really was worn out, could barely keep her head straight. I just gave her a smile and kissed her on her pearl, eliciting a happy squeak before hugging the plush to her chest, and then she went limp. I couldn’t help but to feel proud, another time I got a mare off to sleep. I quickly arched a brow as I inspected Brass’s face. Seems like those sharp things weren’t sharp after all, look at that. I had completely forgotten about them, but nice to know, while the smartypants doll wasn’t my favorite, it would still be a waste to tear it. And was that...? My nose scrunched up in concentration as I looked closer to her face... nah, it had to be sweat, nothing else would make any sense.

I left the newly snoozing mare in my recliner, tossing a blanket over her. That recliner was even made for sleeping in after all. I made my way to my bed and snuggled down, having the full tiredness of the day slam into me... man, how could I not have noticed of this before? I almost saw double... heh, would have been fun before. Two vulvas. Brass wasn’t the biggest mare, but far from the smallest. She had those cute dots though, just like mine, or well, similar. Not all mares had those... nor stallions. But yeah, her vulva wasn’t equine, but it had equine parts... come to think of it, how many labia did she even have? I had to investigate this further later... but right now, I just nuzzled up against Mrs Buzzy and let out a contented sigh. You know what? I think I would surprise Brass with that preening and stuff... even though she didn’t really have any feathers... but eh, we didn’t have work tomorrow, we could just chat some, work each other over and all that. Since now that I felt after, I really did need some relaxation. Otherwise I might get some cramp... oh! We could take a bath together! That helped the muscles loosen up...maybe even could get some time in the sauna. Would be a nice way to spend a day I think, no sex, just letting go and relaxing. Would be nice. I let out another long sigh and felt myself drift away from consciousness.

* * *

I strode past one of the more desolate areas when I heard exhausted grunts coming from one of the rooms, knowing the hoof, I was quite sure I could pinpoint the noises as someone just finishing up a sexual act, consensual or not. Going by the pitch in the voice, it was coming from a mare... no wait, at least two mares. Out of boredom I trotted closer to the opening I heard the noises from. As I got closer I could make out at least two types of heavy breathing, one coming from someone sexually exhausted, the other from someone hurt and beaten, both sounds something I personally knew well. I reached the door and peeked inside.

As I took in the room, I saw six mares, of which what I assumed to be Flashers, and two stallions, one was slightly roughed up and tied to a hook in the wall wearing a gag, the other splayed out, severely beaten, one of those bondage rings kept his mouth open with his tongue sticking out, currently in use by a cyan unicorn that was shooting her load into his mouth with a few grunts as the juices spurted into the bucks mouth, which he feebly tried to cough out. Once done, she let out a deep sigh and stumbled back to four hooves and moved away from his head. The mare noticed me and gave a tired, but cheeky grin and waved, I smirked and nodded back at her. I kept inspecting the male, one black eye, a couple of gashes, he was practically coated with lubricant, the stallion by the wall just had gotten a few facials, possibly oral creampies, but as said, they had gone light on him. I figured the wall male had just at some point forced a mare to give him head. The Flashers that sought revenge on the males, or females, that wronged them, usually was quite ‘eye for an eye’ on the perpetrators.

Just as I had mentioned that, I noticed that one of the mares was actually tied down on the other side of the room. Going by the vomit next to her, the couple of empty bottles nearby and the bruises on her hindquarters, I guessed she had been scissored and forced to swallow copious amount of mare juice... it made me wonder if she either had held one of these captive as a cum-dumpster, or if she was the only one of a gang-bang crew they managed to capture. Still, it made me smirk, the ‘rogue’ Flashers knew how to give justice.

My eyes drifted back to the stallion, and I was actually hit by how wounded he actually was, there was a large patch of dried blood on his crotch, and a puddle by the end of his hindquarters, and quite much on his tail. I also noticed how there were a couple of... ‘tools’ strewn around the buck, and that one of his balls were missing... along with a part of the tip of his stallionhood. Despite it being a buck, I did wince inwardly, that shit would hurt for any gender. And... was that one of those sounding tools? Shesh, I knew the flashers were thorough, but damn they must be pissed at this stallion. The earth pony mare currently furiously pounding his cock had a quite intense rage in her eyes, confirming my suspicion that this was more than just regular revenge. She snarled and pulled off him. “Hold the fucker’s eye open!” The mare growled out, and shortly after, a glow wrapped around the bucks bad eye and forced it wide open, causing a sharp cry of pain, well as much as he could give off being in the state he was in.

As the mare spun around slowly, and my eyes dilated a bit in horror as I saw that half of her labia were missing, it seemed to have been either sliced or torn off. The sight made me feel a bit queasy... Why couldn’t ponies do like me? Just cause immense pain, but not permanently mutilate? Dismember or eviscerate any other part, just leave the damn genitals alone. I watched as the mare finished turning around and with a hiss she blew her load, several spurts of thick, creamy lubricant streak right into his eye. I heard the buck whinny in pain as he tried to close his eye as the tan earth pony shuddered and let the last of her load out. She then turned around to face him with hatred in her eyes. I was quite sure his eyes were tearing up, but one was already glazed with fluid, so it was impossible to tell how much was what.

The mare lowered herself closer to the bucks face, breathing heavily as spoke to him in a loud whisper. “Not so fun being on the receiving end, is it?” The mares breathing picked up as she got even closer before she shrieked “IS IT?” her voice cracking as she began to shake. The tan mare slapped the shivering and weeping buck across the face. “ANSWER ME YOU FUCK!” I watched as the mare began to start wailing as she shook, slapping the buck over and over as she shouted at him, it didn’t take much more than several seconds before two of the other mares, pulled her off as she sobbed and kicked wildly before an azure mare gave her a tight hug as the other mare stopped fighting, just falling into weak trashing and cried her eyes out.

“Scch... it’s okay now hun... he can’t hurt you anymore, it’s over...” I watched as the azure pegasus slowly and gently brushed the tan pony’s mane as she shook in her grasp. She gave me a somber look, one which I actually found myself returning it with a compassionate one. One of the other mares held a hoof to the motionless buck’s throat, then leaned in to listen to his chest, then gave insecure shrug to the other mare next to her. I just now noticed how bruised and swollen his genital was... ouch, how long had they been at him? And what had he done to that poor mare to deserve that much pounding? I didn’t doubt that he deserved all of it, but it still made me curious what exactly he had done. I watched as one of the mares leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the base of his cock? There was a soft click, and his penis went limp almost immediately as the almost mangled genital flopped to the side, some blood still oozing out wounds in it, and I saw the mare come back up with a cock ring in her muzzle. Huh, well, that did explain how they could have fucked the shit out of him.

The tan mare gave a hiccup and sniveled “I-I was going to be a mother... I-I would ha... ha-” she broke down into sobs again while I respectfully gave a nod to the azure mare and backed outside, heading back towards my room. I suddenly had lost my craving to muzzle fuck someone... but oddly enough, I wasn’t upset over it... I guess I could read one of those copies of Swordmare, I had managed to find a new copy the other week in that scorched closet after all...