Legion's Plague

The stallion looked at the very odd duo that had entered the room. He approached with caution--just because he had yet to see weaponry didn't mean that the little girl and young-looking man weren't armed. Lancelot could see that there was another flesh stick dangling from the stallion and a pair of wet forelegs.

Did I really walk in with a little girl in tow just to see a stallion after he finished jacking off?? Lancelot thought, a blush on his face.

The stallion saw the blush on the man and blinked a few times. His silver eyes soon moved from the red-head and to the little girl next to him. He licked his lips hungrily.

"Normally, a colt or filly would suffice." Started the stallion, sounding like a seductive Englishman, "But on occasion I'll take a human child's flower....and then their life. That pink party mare was only my....starter kit." He continued, letting a small beam of light hit his flank, revealing his cutie mark to be a hoof plucking a blue-and-pink flower.

Lancelot stepped in front of Rachel and materialized his trademark halberd of sorts. He pointed the sharp tip at the monster before him. A defensive snarl, almost wolf-like, sounded from the dragoon's throat. "You think I'd just let you ravage everything and get away with it, even when the world is falling apart as we speak? I would say 'fuck you,' but that'd imply that I'd actually want to do what those two words mean." He growled, shifting into a fighting stance.

The stallion stopped, his face now filled with wonder. His eyes went wide, but briefly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but soon closed it. His ears perked straight up. He eyed the dragoon and his choice of weapon as if to question what he was seeing.

"Make one more move. I'll slice that horn clean off." Lancelot hissed ominously, gripping the lengthy shaft of the halberd tighter.

"That blade isn't even sharp enough to slice paper." Taunted the stallion as he walked closer to examine the weapon, levitating a piece of paper next to him. He soon lined the paper up with the sharp end of the blade and quickly whizzed--then forced--the flat sheet along the halberd's edge before yanking it to the other side. He hastily recoiled in shock as the sheet was sliced cleanly in two, and retreated back to the shadows.

Lancelot shook his head, rolled his eyes, and tsk-tsked the stallion. Rachel let off a creepy giggle.

The stallion emerged from the darkness once more with that same lustful look in his eyes. His member's head pointed right at Lancelot. The dragoon shifted in disgust.

"Lancelot? Where'd ya go?" Called another stallion's voice from outside the room.

"Hey, Mr. Fuck Up! Are you here?" Called the voice of a man.

"I hope it isn't hide and seek!" Called yet another masculine voice.

Lancelot's eyes widened a bit. Whoop-de-fucking-doo, backup's arrived. He thought before shouting, "I'm in the room at the end of the hall!"

Hoofbeats and footsteps reverberating in the hall echoed and got increasingly louder. Soon, three more figures emerged from the double doors. The stallion looked at them.

A brown haired man who had a sword and a cannon.

Another man, this one part pony, with mechanical wings and a Nazi hat. He was mostly naked, save for a loincloth covering his member and set of tennis balls. A black, thorned gunblade was perched in one hand.

A pegasus stallion with apples and a tornado on his flank.

The figures, in turn, looked at the little girl. The half-pony man grabbed Lancelot by the back of his head and yanked the dragoon towards him.

"What happened here?" Lance asked, hissing.

"She was like this when I got here. I just removed her binds and she offered herself to me. She's a mental patient and I turned her down." Lancelot replied, showing the almost-naked man the piece of paper he obtained moments ago. He read it and then nodded.

"Next time, don't be so quick to judge, Sergeant." Lazarus commented coldly, poking Lance in the shoulder with his index finger.

"Fiiiiiiine." Lance groaned in annoyance, his ears twitching. His red eyes soon caught sight of the stallion and he quickly let go of Lancelot and hastily loaded six bullets into his gunblade's barrel. "Is that who I think it is?" He asked.

Lancelot simply nodded.

Rachel walked up to the stallion and grabbed his member with her small hands.

"GET HER OFF HIM!" Lazarus shrieked in disbelief at what he was seeing.

The stallion recoiled and tossed Rachel into a wall using magic. She soon landed to the floor on her bare ass. A sickening crack didn't sound, oddly enough.

"What kind of patient is she again?" Apple Leaf asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel got up and looked at the unicorn with her own lusty look. Her eyes flashed white for a second. "I thought you wanted to play with me." She said in such a tone of voice that Lancelot felt guilty for turning her down despite it being the right thing to do. She soon began walking towards the unicorn.

Lance shook his head and his eyes were wide. He unloaded his gunblade without firing.

Lazarus took a step back as if he himself were the one recoiling.

"Stay back. It's all I ask." Said the unicorn, finding his flank against a wall. He cast a light spell to see.

Rachel drew closer still, a sick smile on her face. She soon jumped on him and in that instant the light spell dissipated.

Darkness was all the men could see, and soon the stallion was screaming in pained pleasure. This time, Lazarus put on a pair of earmuffs to keep his inner sadist from being aroused as the wicked unicorn wailed and wailed as though one minute suddenly became an eternity.

"It burns! It burns and I feel like I've been afflicted with the itchiness of poison ivy!" Shouted the stallion fruitlessly as a splurt sounded soon after. Rachel's insane giggle was heard and it evolved into demonic laughter as the sounds of the stallion being beaten,hurled, and whipped against walls drowned out almost all else. The little girl was clearly throwing the stallion to and fro like a lasso.

The sounds soon ceased, but then the stallion began wailing again. Now, his horn was lit up once again and scars, still bleeding, were on his dick. Bruises decorated the rest of his body as he was lowered onto a very thick piece of 2x4 standing upright. Its bottom was nailed to a wooden horse. The plothole was soon stretched to accommodate its violator. Another piercing wail of agony escaped the stallion's throat. Now, Lazarus saw shackles on his forelegs and, you guessed it, was aroused once more. The stallion's bleeding member poured out more blood and released another load of seed. The volley landed behind the sadistic little girl as she yanked the chains up and down, making the stallion move in agonizing sync.

With one final yank, the stallion wailed one last time before his head dropped and his eyes became glossy. The girl climbed onto the wooden horse and ripped his horn and a good chunk of forehead off barehanded. She soon pranced to the group of men and bounced around them. She was shouting "Look at what I did!" over and over before hugging Lancelot.

Lazarus smacked himself in the face. No, scratch that, he punched himself in the face for thinking about doing all sorts of horrid things to a little mental girl.

Lancelot's jaw dropped and stayed that way.

Lance's palm connected with his face. He had nothing more to say.

"What the hay are we dealing with?" Apple Leaf asked.

"The doctors made me put glass in my private." Rachel said with an eerie grin.