A bloody femur.

by Jioplip

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Dark
Length: 1013

The darkest of things in this world come not from monsters or demons, but the deplorable actions of ponies. And for any who wish to cling to the hope that the hearts of ponies are yet pure, then don't read on.

In the darkness, a mysterious stallion walks towards his goal. His designs darker and more deplorable than most could imagine, the smell of death clinging to his body.

He walks towards death, and nothing could prepare his 'guest' for her eventual fate.

This 'story' is disgusting, and you should feel bad after reading it. If reading this 'story' makes you vomit, comment about it below!

WARNING: Contains some really nasty stuff, do not read if squeamish or sane.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-04 20:40:02 UTC

A Good Use.

A cloaked figure skulked through the streets of Ponyville, his 'prize' tucked away safely in a bag hidden under the cloak.

He had promised it's... previous owner that it would be put to a good use, of course, they might not have been listening at the time, being mortally wounded and down one leg, but he assured them nonetheless.

As he skulked he made his way to the place he called home. His 'guests' called it hell, but to each their own.

He entered his home swiftly, and continued skulking to his basement door, paused to open it, then he resumed skulking down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to open another door, before resuming his skulk down a hallway, pausing at a piano to play a little tune, and then skulking down the newly revealed secret passage.

Finally he reached his destination, his 'work room', where his 'guests' would stay to help him with his 'work'.

All around the room were the remains of his 'guests', mostly blood and bones, but the occasional bloodstained pelt could be spotted as well.

And then, there was her.

Diamond Tiara, the twisted little filly had it coming of course, but as he looked upon her, her forelegs bound behind her, strung up by the hooks piercing her shoulders, there was only one emotion to be found coursing through him like a flood, arousal.

But there was no fun to be had while she was unconscious, so he grabbed a bloodstained needle from his bloodstained table, and sat down on his bloodstained workbench as he filled it from a bloodstained container of slightly bloody adrenaline.

Idly, he wondered if he should clean the place up, or maybe just get new furniture.

Dismissing the thought, he approached his 'guest', quickly jabbing her somewhere non-lethal to deliver his payload.

Excitement stirred in his loins as her eyelids fluttered open, her still mostly unconscious mind failing to process her surroundings.

With a gasp and a start, she attempted to bolt up, only for the effort to make the hooks dig into her flesh.

She tried to scream, but the gag in her mouth muffled her attempts.

It didn't take her long for her eyes to focus on the stallion before her. Though his face was shrouded by his cloak, she could just make out his ecstatic expression, in fear, she tried to flee, but the metal digging into her was a cruel reminder of her terrible situation.

Just knowing that the filly before him could do nothing but watch helplessly, he slowly used his magic to remove his 'prize' from the bag it was hidden in, revealing it to be a bloody femur, with some flesh still clinging to the freshly severed bone.

Diamond Tiara retched as he approached her with the disgusting tool, a sinister gleam in his eye.

His sense of euphoria was only heightened by the proximity to his goal, he quickly brought the femur to the young filly's nether regions, his own dancing in joy as he watched her struggle against the chains binding her legs apart, her muffled screams only heightening his desire.

With all the delicacy of a hamburger, he thrust the bloody bone about the young filly's crotch, his manic expression only growing wilder as Diamond Tiara's squirming grew more desperate.

The stallion soon grew tired of this, however, and decided it was time to escalate things, positioning the bloody femur below the desperate filly's bloodied crotch, he thrust it in forcefully, drawing deeply from the sound of her muffled screams as her tender flesh was ripped apart.

The stallion pulled the bone back out, twitching in ecstasy as he watched her blood mingle with that which was already on the bone.

Swiftly he forced the bone back in, reveling once more in his victim's muffled cries.

And so began his rhythm, in and out, faster and faster as he approached his climax, Diamond Tiara's screams bringing him to the edge.

It happened suddenly, an interruption of his tempo, the choked sob of his victim, he lost control, and with one last violent thrust into the dying little filly, he collapsed in rapture.

He fell to the floor twitching in ecstasy, as his seed spilled out across the bloodstained stone, finally set free by his labours.

After several panting moments, he dared look back up at his 'guest', only to have the sight of it send him into another rapturous orgasm.

Diamond Tiara was still, her breathing having stopped some time ago, but as she hung there, dead, the bloody femur stuck out from her collar, aligning itself with her neck, the whole scene would have made most people vomit in disgust, and even those strong of stomache would assuredly hold nothing but hatred and disdain for any being who would even consider such acts as where described here.

Wouldn't they?

Days had passed since the disgusting events that occurred in the stallion's basement.

The morning afterword, Filthy Rich had found his daughters corpse laying in front of his house, the femur that was the instrument of her rape and death still lodged into her body.

The town was flipped onto it's head, with everypony asking many things, but only one question:

"How could anypony do something so horrible?"

The incident spread panic and fear, through not only Ponyville but Equestria as a whole.

Parents were up in arms, demanding blood, the blood of whichever sick person was responsible.

And as Celestia looked on, the weight of the crime weighing heavy on her conscience as ruler, she was faced with one simple fact.

One thing that stood above all else, and challenged her very being.

One single thought.

That's all it took to destroy a nation.

And what of the pony who caused all this, one might ask.

What justice befell the monster that destroyed hope in a nation of love?

None at all.

It was never found who the perpetrator was, he was never brought to trial, he never faced justice.

Because sometimes, they never do.