Pony Glue

Rarity woke to a soft prodding in the shoulders and a gentle whisper.

“Hey there sleepy head, its over, we got past the worst of it.” His face was inches from hers, his voice was completely different than before, it had taken a gentle and soothing tone.

“Don’t fret my dear, its all smooth sailing from here on out. We can have some fun now!”

Pain still burned in her chest, and now her legs felt even worse than her chest.

All of her hooves, save her front left, were in agonizing pain. She shifted her head to look at them and saw that they were heavily bandaged at the ankles.

He put his hoof under her chin and pulled her face close to his. A small smile crept onto his face as he stared into her now puffy, red eyes for a moment, before pressing his lips gingerly to hers. He worked his tongue into her mouth and down her throat, till she could barely breath. At that moment, Rarity wished he would leave his tongue there, so she could choke to death and just end her suffering.

He continued kissing her for a minute, and began to quiver all over. Abruptly, he stopped kissing and backed away from her. It was then Rarity noticed a metal tray sitting on the floor, with some rags, a small box, and a large bowl on top of it. He followed her eyes and his face lit up with excitement.

“Oh I couldn’t wait to show you this, I made it just for you!,” he exclaimed while reaching for the bowl. He dipped his hoof into the contents of the bowl and pulled it out dripping with a semi-transparent, off white liquid. “I bet you didn’t know you helped make this mixture yourself! Oh sure I had to slave away grinding them down, but I couldn’t have made this glue without your hooves.”

Rarity tried to think of he would do to her with the glue, but nothing came to mind. Her eyes wandered down and she noticed he was quite erect. Thoughts of what was to come for her flooded her mind. She was already in so much pain, she didn’t know how much more she could endure.

He wiped his hoof clean on one of the rags and reached for the box. What he pulled out made Rarity’s head spin. It was her horn, mounted on a metal clasp at the base of it, with a large screw running from it. He put the back end of his saw hoof in his mouth and began to unscrew it with his teeth. The saw clattered on the ground when he spat it out, and he attached her horn where the saw had previously been.

“Just hold on another second, I’m almost ready,” he announced quite excitedly.

He dunked her horn into the bowl and swirled it around, before pulling it out dripping the excess into the bowl. Walking right over the tray, he positioned his back legs over the bowl. With a splash, he dropped his back half down, submerging his genitalia into the liquid and spraying glue all over his body. He giggled at the sudden spray, before picking himself up, trailing glue as he advanced towards her. Rarity watched helplessly as he limped to her backside.
He mounted her sideways and inserted his near fully erect penis partway into her anal cavity. Haphazardly, he shoved the tip of her horn into her vagina. His whole body began to shake with excitement.

“Finally, we can start the fun!,” he exclaimed giddily.

Rarity shut her eyes and tried to let her pain engulf herself, hoping she would black out again. She felt his penis fill her ass, as he started to rhythmically pump himself back and forth into her. As his penis expanded, she could feel her ass stretching to its limits. The pain from her hooves and chest were so great, that all she felt was extreme pressure in her anal cavity. There was a cool sensation her vagina, as her horn began to slide in and out, opposite the rhythm of his penis. She couldn’t feel the tip stabbing anything, so she assumed he was not pushing it in very far.

His body convulsed in time with his pumping and he let out a series of low moans.
As his penis reached its full size, a searing pain began to form in Rarity’s ass, as it began to tear. She tried to cry, as her ass now hurt as much as her chest, but she had no tears left. Her whole body was wracked in agony.

His pumping grew faster and faster, his moaning and convulsing speeding up as well. With a wild yell, he abruptly stopped humping. As Rarity felt her ass fill up with liquid, she gasped as her horn slammed into and pierced her cervix. The pain began to finally overwhelm her, and her vision dimmed.

He sat triumphantly for a minute, breathing heavily.

“Well," he announced, “time to see if my concoction works."

Rarity felt the walls of her ass and vagina tug slightly, he was gently trying to pull out of her.

“Hmm it feels firm, lets give it a real test."

He braced his free front hoof on the floor and sat up on his back legs. With a grunt he kicked off with his back legs, using his body weight to carry him.

Rarity was jolted wide awake as she was pulled back about foot by only her insides. He hollered and stomped his free hoof rapidly in anguish. He had carried her whole weight back mostly with his cock.

“Luna fucking dammit!,” he exclaimed angrily, “that hurt more than I thought it would.” His tone softened, “I guess my glue is a bit strong.”

He laid himself on her back and stretched his neck as far as he could.

“Finally my dear,” he whispered in her ear, “we are now one. Now I am not just a mule, I am beautiful pony; and you, you my dear have become that which you so despise. You are an ugly mule now too, a hideous and wretched excuse for life. I have stripped you of all your dignity and charms, I have brought you down to the misery of those you enslave.”

His voice became very cold and serious, “and now ugly mule, I believe we are finished. But don’t you worry your precious little head off, I wont be stuck here with you forever. I know you have some friends in Ponyville who might want to share some fun with me. After all, it would be selfish to just keep it to ourselves, now wouldn’t it? Oh and I recall meeting your parents once too, when I was in town for supplies. Oh I think I’ll be rather busy for a while.”

He chuckled to himself.

Rarity tried as hard as she could to cry out, to beg him to stop his madness. She tried to move her legs but the shackles only dug into her wounds, igniting the pain further. A wave of nausea passed over her and the room began to spin. She vomited a small puddle that barely made it past her lips.

Without warning, he put his free hoof on the floor, and with a grunt he yanked her horn as hard as he could. It gave a bit of resistance, before flying free, carrying strips of flesh and tissue with it. Blood sprayed out at him as it tore her vagina out. Rarity’s eyes rolled back into her head. She had slipped into unconsciousness.

Quickly, he began to stab her rear with her horn in a circular pattern around his penis.

‘I should have a knife on hand next time,’ he thought. With some force, he managed to tear his penis out of her ass. His cock was covered in gore and dripping blood.
He limped over to his tray and wiped himself off with the pile of rags. Detaching the horn in the same fashion as the saw, he reached into the box and pulled out a large, curved knife with a similar screw attachment.

“Time to make myself a new dress,” he told the empty air.