Violation, or Zone-tan's Trip to Equestriaby Ron Jeremy PonyChaptersCracking an AppleParty TimeBrand New LessonsBringer of ChaosMini Chapter 'RUN!!!!!'Cracking an AppleViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 1: Cracking an Apple “Where in the fresh hell am I?” I asked. One moment I’m back inside of Zone Studios, enjoying a little get together with Lenny, listening to Dave piss and moan about his car, again, and then I blacked out. For a moment I thought that maybe Lenny was going to do that thing I wanted. The one where he invited over Slenderman, and we saw just how many ways I could contort before something broke. Instead I found myself here, in this brightly colored forest. I tried to stand up only to find that I quickly fell to all fours. I groaned, pulled a hand to my face only to find it wasn’t a hand. It was a hoof. I had a fucking hoof! “What in the actual, factual, all that is unholy fuck is this?!” I screamed. My fore legs… Damn I miss my arms… my fore legs looked like they went from dark purple to black. So at least the color scheme is right. I want a smoke, a drink, fuck I’d settle for needle dick Dave to be here. I listen for his voice, but nothing. My announcer and soundboard tech isn’t here, and neither is poor Lenny. “Okay, I don’t know what Brony has done this, but I am not amused! You know what I think about clop, ponies, and the entire friendship is magic bullshit! If you don’t call this off I will fuck with your childhood! I’m not kidding! I will violate every single one of your beloved ponies in ways they didn’t know existed!” I screamed. Nothing. Nothing answered me back, and that meant either the dickless wonder that did this wasn’t listening, or they didn’t believe me. Fine, if they want it the hard way then they’ll get it the hardway. A quick glance back at my ‘flank’ revealed my ‘cutie’ mark. Zone’s logo. Good, that means that my special talent is still intact. Hentai, at its finest, and on top of that the ability to sniff out sweet, sweet tentacles. If they wanted to fuck with me then I’m going to fuck with them starting with their precious ‘Mane Six’. I looked around the forest for a moment and then smelled it. It smelled heavenly, wonderful, amazing, and just like sex. I knew that smell so well. A quick trot, I’m not shitting you a trot, toward the smell a small fissure filled with a purple substance. I neared it and sniffed the smell again. “And what’s your name?” I asked. I expected a gurgle, or a strangled response, like Lenny would give me, but instead a face appeared in purple goo. “Smooze,” it said. “Smooze, why don’t you come out and play?” I asked. It bubbled a few times, but all that it appeared that Smooze could do was just barely reach the surface. I kicked at the fissure and watched it break apart more. When it did the purple substance slimed out. It studied my shape for a moment and soon it formed itself into a similar looking pony. Granted, it was made of slime, and it seemed to drip constantly, but it copied my body shape perfectly. “Can you make tentacles Smooze?” I asked. Its body began to erupt in dozens of tentacles. They touched me and a sort of smile crossed its face. I felt it lift me into the air, the tentacles wrapping around my legs, pulling them apart, slithering up and down several times. “Are you going to tease me or show me what a big, strong, and capable tentacle monster you are?!” I screamed in excitement. I was in bliss. Damn it Lenny is good. Lenny is very good. Any woman who says that they’d never fuck a tentacle monster is either lying, or never experienced what it’s like to be so completely filled that it hurts. Still, as good as Lenny was there was things that Smooze could teach him. Keeping the body shape Smooze held me, and preceded to do things to me that would make a red district night walker blush in shame. Every orifice was filled, to capacity and then some. I moaned, thrashed, and enjoyed myself beyond expectation, and apparently I was so into it that I didn’t notice how Smooze changed colors. The dark purple became a bright pink. The slurred speech became more pronounced, and finally the body Smooze formed became more solid. She, because obvious Smooze only had my body to copy from, hugged me tighter. “Smooze likes you,” she said hugging me. “I like you too Smooze, say, you want to go make some more friends?” I asked. “Smooze wants to make friends,” Smooze said. “You want to make them happy like you did for me?” I asked. She nodded. I suppose that Dave was right about something. There is something missing inside of me. Something that makes me, well unbalanced, a bit hateful, spiteful, and also makes me not give two shits about much else than my own desires. I suppose he’s right because if I really cared about Smooze I might would apologize for taking advantage of her. I may even had explained that I was going to take her into Ponyville with the express purpose of violating the innocence there and thus ruining it for the fucks that messed with me. But I’m not that kind of girl. I’m the kind of girl who, if scorned, will burn down your house, have Lenny piss on the ashes, and then let him violate everything you ever loved. I’d been scorned, and it was time to handle things the only way I know how. I held out a hoof to Smooze and looked around. I didn’t know much about Equestria. I didn’t follow the show, I sure didn’t pay attention to the websites the Bronies went to, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t because the same sense that led me to Smooze was leading out of the forest. I followed it until we came upon a farm. There in the distance was an orange pony, wearing a cowboy hat, with her blond hair in a ponytail. I’m not fucking kidding about this. The hair on that pony was in a fucking ponytail. I shook my head. “Smooze, sweetie, there’s our first friend,” I said. “Smooze wants to be friends,” she said. I watched as the tentacles appeared all over her and she walked toward the pony. I followed her and saw her wrap them around the pony’s waist, legs, neck, and tail. She pulled the tail up, lifted the pony into the air, and I could hear the pony screaming for help. “Oh, there’s no help coming, so my suggestion is relax, bend over, and enjoy it,” I said. She looked toward me with a questioning glance before the first tentacle pushed between her lips into her mouth. She let out a muffle cry, and I watched in sadistic glee. I would have kept watching if the sound of a sonic boom didn’t erupt around me knocking me against a tree. I looked up to see a cyan Pegasus knocking Smooze away from the blond pony who fell to the ground crying. She nuzzled the downed pony and looked toward Smooze who stood looking confused. I should have explained things better to Smooze. She walked toward the cyan Pegasus who backed up slightly. “Stay there!” she shouted. Deciding that Smooze couldn’t do this on her own, and besides, even if the only reason I liked her was because of how she made me feel that was more than enough reason to handle a bitch that dropped kicked my new girlfriend. I ran up behind her, jumped on her back and felt her go to bucking hard while I was on her. “Whoo Hoo! Comeon little pony you’re going to have to buck harder than that to get me off! If I was able to outlast all of the Teen Fucking Titans then I can outlast your ass!” I screamed. Party TimeViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 2: Party Time Everything I had done in the studios with Lenny, helping to break down Raven, breaking down Cyborg’s encryptions and making him do unspeakable things to Jinx, all of it had more than prepared me for the fight this cyan bitch was putting up. Although I have to admit that she’s a lot tougher than I thought she was, but the moment I forced her down, made her watch as Smooze became friends with the orange mare she lay still. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to look away. Her friend wasn’t fighting anymore, but instead she moaning in delight. I had done the same thing, but then my tastes are a bit more refined. Although, as hard as Smooze was on me I should have gasped, or maybe even cried out in pain a couple of times. It became apparent that there was something different about Smooze. It was something that made what she did enjoyable. “Applejack…” the cyan Pegasus whispered. “Don’t worry, you’re going to join your little girlfriend,” I said. I licked her cheek, something I had done to Raven the first night we tried to break her. The mare under me recoiled at my touch and tried to get away again. This time she managed to dislodge a wing and with it free she was able to make me lose my grip. She flipped off of her back, mule kicked me in the chest and sent me flying. I got up just in time to watch her fly toward Smooze. I almost called out until Smooze released the other pony. She instantly wrapped her tentacles around the cyan mare and I expected the orange one to help her fight Smooze off, but she didn’t Instead she walked up to the Cyan one with a dazed smile. I walked closer to hear them talk. “It feels so good Rainbow. I swear Sugarcube you’re gonna love it,” she whispered before she kissed Dash hard. Dash turned her head away from the orange pony, from Applejack as she called her, and shook. “No!” she cried out. I watched as Smooze didn’t simply lift her into the air. She forced her on the ground, wrapped her wings up tightly. Lifted her tail, and began filling her completely. Rainbow cried out in pain, and I knew what that meant. All of the toughness aside she was having a first in more ways than one. Unlike the other mare she thrashed, screamed, fought, until Smooze slid a tentacle into her mouth. After a few more minutes she was moaning in ecstasy. I watched as she bucked her hips in time with Smooze, each moment that passed she seemed to lose herself more and more into the deep feeling of pleasure that was engulfing her. “Git the tarnation away from her!” a deeper voice called out. I’m not sure why, but I had honestly expected every being that was here to be a girl. It seemed to make sense. The few pictures I had seen had been of the ‘mane six’, but instead here was a rather large specimen of a male running toward Smooze. He nearly made it before the orange one tackled him from the side. They rolled for a bit before he got up. “Applejack what in tarnation has got into ya?!” he exclaimed. “Somethin’ wonderful big brother, and I know that you’re gonna love it,” she said. I watched her flicking her tail, swaying her hips and a laugh escaped me. “Come on, I know ya wanna taste the apple,” she said. He backed away from her, his eyes wide. I ran around behind him, and while he wasn’t my normal cup of tea I did have those bouts of normality. Well, this was going to more along the lines of a Tijuana live web show bit of normality. I got up behind him, placed a hoof against his testicles, and pushed. He stopped, and I imagine his eyes widened. Before he could kick back I slipped under him, moved up and kissed him. He sputtered, tried to get back, but whatever Smooze had given to these two mares was still in me. I watched his eyes get hazy, a dopey smile crossed his face, and he walked toward me. “Yer purty,” he said with his southern twang. I turned around, flicked my tail, and watched as he walked toward me. “Okay Zone-tan, it’s just this once. That’s it, just this one time and then I’ll make sure that Smooze never tells anyone about this. Damn it Dave would be having a fucking hay day, and making all kinds of Tijuana jokes right now. Fuckin’ Dave,” I thought as I felt the large stallion wrap two forelegs around my waist. There are moments when you realize exactly why something semi normal is a bit more intimate than a good old fashion fuck with a tentacle monster. I felt his breath, I could smell the sweet and tart smell of it. It smelled like gala apples, fresh gala apples that had just been pressed into juice. The weight of him pressed against me, and I didn’t want to fight this. Maybe there was something to that one piece of fan art that showed me as a loving wife. Sure, and maybe Dave isn’t such a whiney little bitch either. There are a few constants in any universe, and one of them is that I have excellent muscle control where it counts. I felt him push into me. The size of him was enjoyable. I figured that for something normal he was well endowed, but then again I’m used to being slime violated by a tentacle monster that has six foot long tentacles. I let out a soft purr, and rocked my hips with him. I looked over to see Rainbow engaged in a small threesome, and I hoped that the Bronies that sent me here could see what was happening to their beloved characters. I let out a soft gasp as we both reached the peak, but the stallion behind me didn’t just gasp. No, he moaned, pulled me close, and proceeded to spill into me. That reminded me that I wasn’t on the pill. There wasn’t a need to be on one with Lenny, and I sure wasn’t giving Dave the time of day, despite what the stupid hat he made me wear on the News Archive had said. Knowing that I instantly wondered if this was going to come back to bite me in the ass. He backed up from me, still looking dazed, and walked toward where Smooze was at. “Yer Purty,” he told Smooze. I watched Smooze get a little loving, something she seemed to enjoy, and then watched her return the favor to the large red stallion. It appeared that he enjoyed it just as much. I walked toward the two mares and pushed Applejack. She looked toward me, gave me what I guessed was her version of bedroom eyes, and I quickly decided to redirect her thinking. I remember my threat about Pinkie Pie. Of course I didn’t have a shotgun, but then a little anal would most likely get the message across. I looked at Smooze who was nuzzling the red stallion. “Smooze, let’s go make some more friends,” I said. She nodded and trotted over. “Say, where’s Pinkie at?” I asked. Rainbow’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “She’s in Ponyville, we’ve got to introduce her to you!” Rainbow excitedly chirped. “Oh, Bronies, I have such sites to show Ms Pie,” I thought. I followed my three guides, and to be honest I wondered if I should let the stallion have a turn at Pinkie first. That thought quickly left me. I wanted to let Smooze do it. She enjoyed it, and she had no real idea of what it was that she was doing. I could guess that she knew it felt good, and that the ponies she did it to enjoyed it, but I figured for the most part she was fairly innocent. Maybe that’s what made it feel so devilishly good to have her do it. We made it into Ponyville and instantly I felt a headache coming on. There was more color on parade here than in a kindergartener’s class on finger paint day. I shook my head, walked forward and heard the sound of an excited squeal. Said squeal came from a pink pony with cotton candy like hair. She jumped up and down excitedly. “You’re new! Ohboyohboyohboy!ThatmeansthatIgettothrowawelcometoPonyvillepartyforyou!” she exclaimed. I didn’t even try to wrap my head around what she said. From what I could tell she was either the most hyper being I’ve ever known, or she was tweaking like no other. She started to run back into town. I jumped for her, but she was gone. Simply gone. “What happened?” I asked. “It’s just Pinkie being Pinkie,” Rainbow said. “What she can teleport?” I asked. “Don’t know, but ah can show ya what ah can do,” Applejack said. A moment later the same pink mare ran back and grabbed my hoof pulling me into town. “I got it all set up!” she said. “Smooze a new friend!” I shouted. “Smooze likes new friends!” Smooze excitedly chirped before she shot several tentacles out and wrapped them around Pinkie. Pinkie was lifted into the air and I expected to hear her cry out, or act weird, but instead she laughed. “This is kind of… Hey, that’s my plot!” she exclaimed, “OW! THAT’S AN OUT ONLY!” Of course our little band began to draw a crowd, and among them was two unicorns. The lavender one, with a main similar to my own, looked on in horror as Pinkie thrashed around in the air. She looked toward me and tried to say something only to find that she couldn’t talk. Of course she found herself in the company of the three I brought with me. The other lavender unicorn’s horn glowed purple for a moment and I watched as Smooze lost her hold on Pinkie. The pink mare fell to the ground, but when she lifted her head, she looked different. Her eyes looked dazed, her mane was starting to lay flat. “That was amazing,” she slurred. Brand New LessonsViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 3: Brand New Lessons There is something amazingly satisfying about watching a snooty, upscale, and normally well-mannered girl scream out in a massive orgasm. Seeing Smooze take the white Unicorn Mare to the edge of pleasure, and then push her over the edge, was amazing. The purple one was currently hidden inside of a magical bubble. She didn’t know it, but Raven had tried the same thing with me. She had tried, and after a few minutes I got pissed and my darker half came out to play. I had tried to warn her. I looked at her and watched as her eyes widened behind her shield. I could feel it happening. The darkness spreading over me, and my eternal gift from a one night stand with Cthulhu began to escape. Dave had told me once my eyes became like a cats eyes, and then they glowed a deep red as my body became a sort of black silhouette with dozens of tentacles coming off of it. That’s when I heard her screaming. I could see her backing away as her bubble began to break down. She tried to run, but I grasped her and pulled her next to me. “We have such sights to show you!” I exclaimed. And the gift ended there. My guess was that my real body couldn’t handle that much of Cthulhu’s energy for long. Whatever it was the purple one was mumbling and almost foaming at the mouth. Raven recovered after a couple of hours. If this mare was at least as powerful as she was then I could assume that she would be fine before long. “Hi, Whatcha doin’?” a hyper voice asked. “She’s getting ready to show Twilight the same kind of fun she showed us,” a saner sounding voice said. “Owww! That hurt! I don’t want her to hurt Twilight!” the Hyper voice squeaked. “It didn’t hurt, I liked it. I’d like to get it again,” the saner voice said. I turned to see Pinkie switching back and forth from straight hair to cotton candy hair. Each time she was talking in a way that reflected her hair style. The straight hair was sane, the puffy hair was hyper and unbalanced. “So how is your other friend doing?” I asked. We turned to see the white mare, the large red stallion, and Smooze having quite a bit of fun together. “Sweet Celestia BUCK ME! BUCK ME HARD!” the white mare cried out. “Ah, just like when we captured Veronica. It’s always fun to watch the ones with manners beg for it,” I said. “Twilight!” a voice called out. I looked to see a purple and green lizard running toward us. He stopped and looked at what was happening. I could see his lip quiver, his eyes water, and if I was someone else I might have felt sorry for him. Instead, I walked toward him. I touched his shoulder and he looked up at me. “What’s going on here?!” he demanded. “I’m going to answer all of your questions, every last one, but first, come here,” I said. He started to back up, but was stopped as I leaned down and kissed him. I expected the same thing that happened to the big red stallion to happen here, but it didn’t. He backed up looking confused. It became apparent that Smooze had put into me was completely absorbed now. The only way to get him would be through Smooze. I hated to bother her and break up the show. “Smooze, a new friend,” I said. She looked toward him, and I watched as she untangled herself from the stallion and mare. She walked toward him, her pink face smiling brightly. For the first time I noticed her eyes. Rich, deep, and breathtakingly beautiful purple eyes adorned her face. Her hair was the same purple, and she looked down at the dragon. “Smooze like you,” she said. He started to turn and run when she wrapped a tentacle around his leg. She lifted him into the air, and then she kissed him. I watched as his face changed. He wasn’t fighting once her tongue had slid into his mouth. Instead his left claw was stroking her muzzle, and his right one was trying to fist into her hair. She put him down and nuzzled his stomach. “Smooze friends with you,” she said. “Uh huh,” he said. “Be friends with Smooze,” she said turning around. I watched as she laid down on her legs. She flipped her tail out of the way, and the little lizard mounted her. She let out a throaty moan, and I watched as the tentacles came out, they wrapped around him, supporting him, entering him, and the entire time he was so lost in pleasure that he never seemed to care. I watched as they finished, the little lizard clung to her, holding on to Smooze as if it was his purpose. She nuzzled him tenderly before looking at me. “Smooze makes friends,” she said. Her smile widened. She had made friends, so far through her actions, and the actions of the two mares, and the stallion I had brought with me, our small group had turned into a group of at least twelve in total. The babbling purple unicorn mare wasn’t part of us, yet, but I had plans for her. From what I could remember the bronies had talked about how much she was loved by the Princess that ruled this place. Well, Starfire had helped me realize how much I enjoyed ruining royalty. Perhaps forcing her to watch as Smooze tarnished her friend would be fun in and of itself. I chuckled at the dark thought. “Whatcha laughing about?” Hyper Pinkie asked. “She’s got something special in mind for Twilight,” sane Pinkie said. “Special? What’s the super special thing she’s got in line for Twilight?” Hyper Pinkie asked. “I bet it has to do with the Princess, but what about Fluttershy?” the sane Pinkie asked. “Fluttershy?” I asked. “Horseapples, ah forgot all about Fluttershy!” Applejack said. I turned to look at her. Her muzzle looked as though she had received a light glaze from one of the ponies she had helped make into one of our friends. A smile crossed my lips. The last one on the list, and this was going to be fun. Bringer of ChaosViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 4: Bringer of Chaos I smiled as we left the village. Our ever grown band of friends seemed to all have the same goal in mind. I followed Applejack out near the forest and saw a small cottage sitting in a peaceful setting. “Hmmm, peaceful nature loving recluse, or insane chainsaw wielding psycho? Either way it’s going to be fun,” I said. The smell in the air was one that I had become accustomed to while being in this brightly colored hellhole. It was a sickening sweet smell. For a moment it reminded me of a very young version of myself, sitting before an alter, being offered up to the Elder Gods, and then returning after what seemed years later to the same place. Of course the old bastard that had tried to offer me up argued that it wasn’t years. It was mere seconds. Sure it was, and I was really going to take the word of some pedophile with a sick fantasy of feeding kids to Cthulhu. There was just one problem with doing that. Cthulhu is just as much of an angry bitch as I am. Being forced to live inside of a form of limbo and being fed instead of hunting and feeding had long since pissed him off. He wanted to show humanity what it was to have something that would twist them. Something that would make them want madness, something that would bring them to their knees and beg for more. He wanted a child brought up in his own image, and he got it. I spent years under his tutelage, but what he taught me wasn’t darkness. He taught me how to corrupt through sex. Pleasures of the flesh brought to maddening heights and then pushed just a little more to completely break the will of the individual on the receiving end. There are those who have impressive wills, those who won’t break. Victor Doom was a prime example. He wouldn’t break. I tried everything, and his will was absolute. In truth, I have to admit that I still have a small crush on him. I walked up to the cottage and ignored the smell that sparked the memories. I knocked on it and a moment later a small white rabbit answered the door. He looked up at me, sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. I started to walk in when the door slammed shut. “What in the unholy land of fuck?! Open the door the you little son of a bitch!” I roared. “Please, go away. I mean if you don’t mind,” a tiny voice said. “Fluttershy, Sugarcube, ya need to come out here! Yer gonna love what they do!” Applejack yelled. “No! I mean I really don’t want to,” she replied timidly from behind the door. “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. Mac, kick the door down,” I said. “Eeeeyup,” he said as he backed up to the door and kicked it. It didn’t even attempt to hold. The door flew off of the hinges and landed somewhere in the distance. There in the middle of the floor was a butter yellow Pegasus with pink hair. She didn’t even scream as I walked in. Instead she buried her head in her front legs. I walked forward and lifted her up only to have her squirm and attempt to pull away. “Please, leave me alone. If you don’t mind I mean,” she said. “There are a thousand rapists out there that would love you. All of them would be able to say that you consented because you gave them the option of continuing. If I was even a little worried about legal stuff I would almost thank you. So, tell me little miss, have you ever had a cock in your ass before? If not then I’ve got some serious sights to show you. They are things that you won’t even begin to believe, or understand, and I’m going to share them all with you for the next few hours. When I’m done you’re going to be more content and full than you’ve ever been before," I whispered to her as I held her. Mac walked near us and I dropped her in front of him. “No… please… no… I’m… I’m… I…” she whimpered. “Ah always though ya was purdy Fluttershy,” Mac said. “Really?” she asked. He nodded and nuzzled her. I watched the display, and for the most part I was ready to just be done with it. Still, if Mac wanted to defile her then I had no problem. If it helped break her control then all of the better. I watched as he kissed her, his front hoof gently tracing down her face to her cutie mark. She blushed, obviously not sure about this, about what was happening, and a moment later she broke the kiss. “If you want to,” she said. It was something out of a cheesy romance comedy. I turned to see the others watching, engaging in various sexual acts. “At least it would be a romantic comedy I would watch at this point,” I thought. I heard a gasp of pain, and turned back around to see the butter yellow Pegasus with her face on the floor, her ass in the air, and Mac appeared to be balls deep inside of her. He pulled back and pushed forward again. Once more she gasped, but the sound less painful. For several minutes they did this. The constant give and take of sex, but it wasn’t rough, hard, or unforgiving. This was actual lovemaking, and it was pissing me off. No on deserved to have this. No one deserved this much happiness. No one deserved to feel so fucking wanted! I felt my darker half coming out. It was the twisted version of myself that screamed in rage and hate. This version began to manifest itself and I was more than willing to tear the Pegasus in front of me apart. How dare she be happy when she should mortified and frightened?! How dare she have a better first time than I did?! Almost as fast as it came I felt something wrap around me. Gentle legs hugged me, and I turned to see Smooze. Her face full of worry, concern, and surprisingly love. I looked away. I didn’t want to face it. I didn’t want to see pity for me. “You want Smooze make you happy?” she asked. I shook my head and started to walk outside. “Make friends with her Smooze,” I said. I heard the sound of the Pegasus gasping, crying out in pleasure, and I knew that she was being turned into one of the followers. It wouldn’t take long for it to be complete. I looked at the Purple Unicorn mare who was still outside. She was no longer babbling, but her eyes were wide in fright. I could see that her conscious mind had long since retreated into the safety of her secret place. I had tried to escape to a similar a when Cthulhu first started teaching me. It never did me any good, and in the end that small bit of innocence had been shattered and left broken. Zoe didn’t exist anymore. Cute, adorable, sweet, and innocent Zoe was dead and in her place was Zone-tan the mistress of hentai, goddess of sex, defiler of childhood memories, and destroyer of innocence. “Enjoy your retreat as long as you can. What happened to me will happen to you. That secret place, the place where nothing could touch you, where you are safest, and where all of your happiest memories reside is going to fall. When everything is said and done you’re going to watch those memories get violated in the worst ways. You’ll witness every memory that protected you burn, and then you’ll become just like me. We’ll be the same, and I will teach you everything that you need to know,” I said. The hours ticked by and I had ventured into the cottage, back out, and back in again. Each time I had witnessed the butter yellow Pegasus engaging in some manner of sex, but Mac was a staple. He was always there, always with her, and although she was doing and having things done to her he seemed to be protecting her. I stepped away feeling angry that someone could love someone else so much. Each tender kiss was a knife that slashed my skin. Each nuzzle was a drop of poison that lay upon an endless sea of poison. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair in any shape or form. I had lived off of rage, hate, pain, conquests, and general dislike for all of mankind for so long. I think that’s why Bronies bothered me so badly. They were happy. In a world of pain, a terrible, horrific world of hate and rage they were happy. I hated them for it. I turned to see the butter yellow Pegasus stepping out. She walked slightly bowlegged and leaned next to Mac. “Smooze has made friends!” Smooze chirped happily. I nodded. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to answer. I wanted to violate this world, and even through my measures love was breaking through. I would have to do something before long. I would have to remind the butter yellow Pegasus of fear, of anger, and of hate. I would have to show her that love didn’t conquer all, and I would do it before their princess. I stepped forward and led them in the direction of the castle. We walked, fucked while we walked, walked by itself, and finally we found ourselves inside of a massive city. Dozens of citizens stood looking appalled at what was happening. “Now, this is better,” I said. I felt their fear as several of them were drawn in, forced to be friends, forced to enjoy the pleasures of their flesh. I heard the cries of pain, the moans of ecstasy, and for a moment I was truly alive again. That’s when I heard it. That’s when I heard the moans of love. I closed my eyes and growled. It was getting painful to hear it. It was hurting to be so close to it. I was about to turn around and introduce the butter yellow Pegasus mare to the meaning of pain when a form landed before her. There was a hardened look in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice that she was actually quite beautiful. She stood taller than the other ponies, not by much, but by a little. Her coat was a pale, light grayish cerise, her mane was moderate violet with moderate rose pale gold streaks. I blue magic cover her and she looked angrily at me. The crowd surrounding me crying out in orgasmic joy. “What have you done?!” she demanded. “Princess Cadence! It feels so good!” the hyper Pinkie said. “It really is amazing,” the sane Pinkie remarked. “Princess huh? Let’s see what your royal ass can do,” I said with a smile. Mini Chapter 'RUN!!!!!'Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Cracking an AppleViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 1: Cracking an Apple “Where in the fresh hell am I?” I asked. One moment I’m back inside of Zone Studios, enjoying a little get together with Lenny, listening to Dave piss and moan about his car, again, and then I blacked out. For a moment I thought that maybe Lenny was going to do that thing I wanted. The one where he invited over Slenderman, and we saw just how many ways I could contort before something broke. Instead I found myself here, in this brightly colored forest. I tried to stand up only to find that I quickly fell to all fours. I groaned, pulled a hand to my face only to find it wasn’t a hand. It was a hoof. I had a fucking hoof! “What in the actual, factual, all that is unholy fuck is this?!” I screamed. My fore legs… Damn I miss my arms… my fore legs looked like they went from dark purple to black. So at least the color scheme is right. I want a smoke, a drink, fuck I’d settle for needle dick Dave to be here. I listen for his voice, but nothing. My announcer and soundboard tech isn’t here, and neither is poor Lenny. “Okay, I don’t know what Brony has done this, but I am not amused! You know what I think about clop, ponies, and the entire friendship is magic bullshit! If you don’t call this off I will fuck with your childhood! I’m not kidding! I will violate every single one of your beloved ponies in ways they didn’t know existed!” I screamed. Nothing. Nothing answered me back, and that meant either the dickless wonder that did this wasn’t listening, or they didn’t believe me. Fine, if they want it the hard way then they’ll get it the hardway. A quick glance back at my ‘flank’ revealed my ‘cutie’ mark. Zone’s logo. Good, that means that my special talent is still intact. Hentai, at its finest, and on top of that the ability to sniff out sweet, sweet tentacles. If they wanted to fuck with me then I’m going to fuck with them starting with their precious ‘Mane Six’. I looked around the forest for a moment and then smelled it. It smelled heavenly, wonderful, amazing, and just like sex. I knew that smell so well. A quick trot, I’m not shitting you a trot, toward the smell a small fissure filled with a purple substance. I neared it and sniffed the smell again. “And what’s your name?” I asked. I expected a gurgle, or a strangled response, like Lenny would give me, but instead a face appeared in purple goo. “Smooze,” it said. “Smooze, why don’t you come out and play?” I asked. It bubbled a few times, but all that it appeared that Smooze could do was just barely reach the surface. I kicked at the fissure and watched it break apart more. When it did the purple substance slimed out. It studied my shape for a moment and soon it formed itself into a similar looking pony. Granted, it was made of slime, and it seemed to drip constantly, but it copied my body shape perfectly. “Can you make tentacles Smooze?” I asked. Its body began to erupt in dozens of tentacles. They touched me and a sort of smile crossed its face. I felt it lift me into the air, the tentacles wrapping around my legs, pulling them apart, slithering up and down several times. “Are you going to tease me or show me what a big, strong, and capable tentacle monster you are?!” I screamed in excitement. I was in bliss. Damn it Lenny is good. Lenny is very good. Any woman who says that they’d never fuck a tentacle monster is either lying, or never experienced what it’s like to be so completely filled that it hurts. Still, as good as Lenny was there was things that Smooze could teach him. Keeping the body shape Smooze held me, and preceded to do things to me that would make a red district night walker blush in shame. Every orifice was filled, to capacity and then some. I moaned, thrashed, and enjoyed myself beyond expectation, and apparently I was so into it that I didn’t notice how Smooze changed colors. The dark purple became a bright pink. The slurred speech became more pronounced, and finally the body Smooze formed became more solid. She, because obvious Smooze only had my body to copy from, hugged me tighter. “Smooze likes you,” she said hugging me. “I like you too Smooze, say, you want to go make some more friends?” I asked. “Smooze wants to make friends,” Smooze said. “You want to make them happy like you did for me?” I asked. She nodded. I suppose that Dave was right about something. There is something missing inside of me. Something that makes me, well unbalanced, a bit hateful, spiteful, and also makes me not give two shits about much else than my own desires. I suppose he’s right because if I really cared about Smooze I might would apologize for taking advantage of her. I may even had explained that I was going to take her into Ponyville with the express purpose of violating the innocence there and thus ruining it for the fucks that messed with me. But I’m not that kind of girl. I’m the kind of girl who, if scorned, will burn down your house, have Lenny piss on the ashes, and then let him violate everything you ever loved. I’d been scorned, and it was time to handle things the only way I know how. I held out a hoof to Smooze and looked around. I didn’t know much about Equestria. I didn’t follow the show, I sure didn’t pay attention to the websites the Bronies went to, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t because the same sense that led me to Smooze was leading out of the forest. I followed it until we came upon a farm. There in the distance was an orange pony, wearing a cowboy hat, with her blond hair in a ponytail. I’m not fucking kidding about this. The hair on that pony was in a fucking ponytail. I shook my head. “Smooze, sweetie, there’s our first friend,” I said. “Smooze wants to be friends,” she said. I watched as the tentacles appeared all over her and she walked toward the pony. I followed her and saw her wrap them around the pony’s waist, legs, neck, and tail. She pulled the tail up, lifted the pony into the air, and I could hear the pony screaming for help. “Oh, there’s no help coming, so my suggestion is relax, bend over, and enjoy it,” I said. She looked toward me with a questioning glance before the first tentacle pushed between her lips into her mouth. She let out a muffle cry, and I watched in sadistic glee. I would have kept watching if the sound of a sonic boom didn’t erupt around me knocking me against a tree. I looked up to see a cyan Pegasus knocking Smooze away from the blond pony who fell to the ground crying. She nuzzled the downed pony and looked toward Smooze who stood looking confused. I should have explained things better to Smooze. She walked toward the cyan Pegasus who backed up slightly. “Stay there!” she shouted. Deciding that Smooze couldn’t do this on her own, and besides, even if the only reason I liked her was because of how she made me feel that was more than enough reason to handle a bitch that dropped kicked my new girlfriend. I ran up behind her, jumped on her back and felt her go to bucking hard while I was on her. “Whoo Hoo! Comeon little pony you’re going to have to buck harder than that to get me off! If I was able to outlast all of the Teen Fucking Titans then I can outlast your ass!” I screamed.
Party TimeViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 2: Party Time Everything I had done in the studios with Lenny, helping to break down Raven, breaking down Cyborg’s encryptions and making him do unspeakable things to Jinx, all of it had more than prepared me for the fight this cyan bitch was putting up. Although I have to admit that she’s a lot tougher than I thought she was, but the moment I forced her down, made her watch as Smooze became friends with the orange mare she lay still. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to look away. Her friend wasn’t fighting anymore, but instead she moaning in delight. I had done the same thing, but then my tastes are a bit more refined. Although, as hard as Smooze was on me I should have gasped, or maybe even cried out in pain a couple of times. It became apparent that there was something different about Smooze. It was something that made what she did enjoyable. “Applejack…” the cyan Pegasus whispered. “Don’t worry, you’re going to join your little girlfriend,” I said. I licked her cheek, something I had done to Raven the first night we tried to break her. The mare under me recoiled at my touch and tried to get away again. This time she managed to dislodge a wing and with it free she was able to make me lose my grip. She flipped off of her back, mule kicked me in the chest and sent me flying. I got up just in time to watch her fly toward Smooze. I almost called out until Smooze released the other pony. She instantly wrapped her tentacles around the cyan mare and I expected the orange one to help her fight Smooze off, but she didn’t Instead she walked up to the Cyan one with a dazed smile. I walked closer to hear them talk. “It feels so good Rainbow. I swear Sugarcube you’re gonna love it,” she whispered before she kissed Dash hard. Dash turned her head away from the orange pony, from Applejack as she called her, and shook. “No!” she cried out. I watched as Smooze didn’t simply lift her into the air. She forced her on the ground, wrapped her wings up tightly. Lifted her tail, and began filling her completely. Rainbow cried out in pain, and I knew what that meant. All of the toughness aside she was having a first in more ways than one. Unlike the other mare she thrashed, screamed, fought, until Smooze slid a tentacle into her mouth. After a few more minutes she was moaning in ecstasy. I watched as she bucked her hips in time with Smooze, each moment that passed she seemed to lose herself more and more into the deep feeling of pleasure that was engulfing her. “Git the tarnation away from her!” a deeper voice called out. I’m not sure why, but I had honestly expected every being that was here to be a girl. It seemed to make sense. The few pictures I had seen had been of the ‘mane six’, but instead here was a rather large specimen of a male running toward Smooze. He nearly made it before the orange one tackled him from the side. They rolled for a bit before he got up. “Applejack what in tarnation has got into ya?!” he exclaimed. “Somethin’ wonderful big brother, and I know that you’re gonna love it,” she said. I watched her flicking her tail, swaying her hips and a laugh escaped me. “Come on, I know ya wanna taste the apple,” she said. He backed away from her, his eyes wide. I ran around behind him, and while he wasn’t my normal cup of tea I did have those bouts of normality. Well, this was going to more along the lines of a Tijuana live web show bit of normality. I got up behind him, placed a hoof against his testicles, and pushed. He stopped, and I imagine his eyes widened. Before he could kick back I slipped under him, moved up and kissed him. He sputtered, tried to get back, but whatever Smooze had given to these two mares was still in me. I watched his eyes get hazy, a dopey smile crossed his face, and he walked toward me. “Yer purty,” he said with his southern twang. I turned around, flicked my tail, and watched as he walked toward me. “Okay Zone-tan, it’s just this once. That’s it, just this one time and then I’ll make sure that Smooze never tells anyone about this. Damn it Dave would be having a fucking hay day, and making all kinds of Tijuana jokes right now. Fuckin’ Dave,” I thought as I felt the large stallion wrap two forelegs around my waist. There are moments when you realize exactly why something semi normal is a bit more intimate than a good old fashion fuck with a tentacle monster. I felt his breath, I could smell the sweet and tart smell of it. It smelled like gala apples, fresh gala apples that had just been pressed into juice. The weight of him pressed against me, and I didn’t want to fight this. Maybe there was something to that one piece of fan art that showed me as a loving wife. Sure, and maybe Dave isn’t such a whiney little bitch either. There are a few constants in any universe, and one of them is that I have excellent muscle control where it counts. I felt him push into me. The size of him was enjoyable. I figured that for something normal he was well endowed, but then again I’m used to being slime violated by a tentacle monster that has six foot long tentacles. I let out a soft purr, and rocked my hips with him. I looked over to see Rainbow engaged in a small threesome, and I hoped that the Bronies that sent me here could see what was happening to their beloved characters. I let out a soft gasp as we both reached the peak, but the stallion behind me didn’t just gasp. No, he moaned, pulled me close, and proceeded to spill into me. That reminded me that I wasn’t on the pill. There wasn’t a need to be on one with Lenny, and I sure wasn’t giving Dave the time of day, despite what the stupid hat he made me wear on the News Archive had said. Knowing that I instantly wondered if this was going to come back to bite me in the ass. He backed up from me, still looking dazed, and walked toward where Smooze was at. “Yer Purty,” he told Smooze. I watched Smooze get a little loving, something she seemed to enjoy, and then watched her return the favor to the large red stallion. It appeared that he enjoyed it just as much. I walked toward the two mares and pushed Applejack. She looked toward me, gave me what I guessed was her version of bedroom eyes, and I quickly decided to redirect her thinking. I remember my threat about Pinkie Pie. Of course I didn’t have a shotgun, but then a little anal would most likely get the message across. I looked at Smooze who was nuzzling the red stallion. “Smooze, let’s go make some more friends,” I said. She nodded and trotted over. “Say, where’s Pinkie at?” I asked. Rainbow’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “She’s in Ponyville, we’ve got to introduce her to you!” Rainbow excitedly chirped. “Oh, Bronies, I have such sites to show Ms Pie,” I thought. I followed my three guides, and to be honest I wondered if I should let the stallion have a turn at Pinkie first. That thought quickly left me. I wanted to let Smooze do it. She enjoyed it, and she had no real idea of what it was that she was doing. I could guess that she knew it felt good, and that the ponies she did it to enjoyed it, but I figured for the most part she was fairly innocent. Maybe that’s what made it feel so devilishly good to have her do it. We made it into Ponyville and instantly I felt a headache coming on. There was more color on parade here than in a kindergartener’s class on finger paint day. I shook my head, walked forward and heard the sound of an excited squeal. Said squeal came from a pink pony with cotton candy like hair. She jumped up and down excitedly. “You’re new! Ohboyohboyohboy!ThatmeansthatIgettothrowawelcometoPonyvillepartyforyou!” she exclaimed. I didn’t even try to wrap my head around what she said. From what I could tell she was either the most hyper being I’ve ever known, or she was tweaking like no other. She started to run back into town. I jumped for her, but she was gone. Simply gone. “What happened?” I asked. “It’s just Pinkie being Pinkie,” Rainbow said. “What she can teleport?” I asked. “Don’t know, but ah can show ya what ah can do,” Applejack said. A moment later the same pink mare ran back and grabbed my hoof pulling me into town. “I got it all set up!” she said. “Smooze a new friend!” I shouted. “Smooze likes new friends!” Smooze excitedly chirped before she shot several tentacles out and wrapped them around Pinkie. Pinkie was lifted into the air and I expected to hear her cry out, or act weird, but instead she laughed. “This is kind of… Hey, that’s my plot!” she exclaimed, “OW! THAT’S AN OUT ONLY!” Of course our little band began to draw a crowd, and among them was two unicorns. The lavender one, with a main similar to my own, looked on in horror as Pinkie thrashed around in the air. She looked toward me and tried to say something only to find that she couldn’t talk. Of course she found herself in the company of the three I brought with me. The other lavender unicorn’s horn glowed purple for a moment and I watched as Smooze lost her hold on Pinkie. The pink mare fell to the ground, but when she lifted her head, she looked different. Her eyes looked dazed, her mane was starting to lay flat. “That was amazing,” she slurred.
Brand New LessonsViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 3: Brand New Lessons There is something amazingly satisfying about watching a snooty, upscale, and normally well-mannered girl scream out in a massive orgasm. Seeing Smooze take the white Unicorn Mare to the edge of pleasure, and then push her over the edge, was amazing. The purple one was currently hidden inside of a magical bubble. She didn’t know it, but Raven had tried the same thing with me. She had tried, and after a few minutes I got pissed and my darker half came out to play. I had tried to warn her. I looked at her and watched as her eyes widened behind her shield. I could feel it happening. The darkness spreading over me, and my eternal gift from a one night stand with Cthulhu began to escape. Dave had told me once my eyes became like a cats eyes, and then they glowed a deep red as my body became a sort of black silhouette with dozens of tentacles coming off of it. That’s when I heard her screaming. I could see her backing away as her bubble began to break down. She tried to run, but I grasped her and pulled her next to me. “We have such sights to show you!” I exclaimed. And the gift ended there. My guess was that my real body couldn’t handle that much of Cthulhu’s energy for long. Whatever it was the purple one was mumbling and almost foaming at the mouth. Raven recovered after a couple of hours. If this mare was at least as powerful as she was then I could assume that she would be fine before long. “Hi, Whatcha doin’?” a hyper voice asked. “She’s getting ready to show Twilight the same kind of fun she showed us,” a saner sounding voice said. “Owww! That hurt! I don’t want her to hurt Twilight!” the Hyper voice squeaked. “It didn’t hurt, I liked it. I’d like to get it again,” the saner voice said. I turned to see Pinkie switching back and forth from straight hair to cotton candy hair. Each time she was talking in a way that reflected her hair style. The straight hair was sane, the puffy hair was hyper and unbalanced. “So how is your other friend doing?” I asked. We turned to see the white mare, the large red stallion, and Smooze having quite a bit of fun together. “Sweet Celestia BUCK ME! BUCK ME HARD!” the white mare cried out. “Ah, just like when we captured Veronica. It’s always fun to watch the ones with manners beg for it,” I said. “Twilight!” a voice called out. I looked to see a purple and green lizard running toward us. He stopped and looked at what was happening. I could see his lip quiver, his eyes water, and if I was someone else I might have felt sorry for him. Instead, I walked toward him. I touched his shoulder and he looked up at me. “What’s going on here?!” he demanded. “I’m going to answer all of your questions, every last one, but first, come here,” I said. He started to back up, but was stopped as I leaned down and kissed him. I expected the same thing that happened to the big red stallion to happen here, but it didn’t. He backed up looking confused. It became apparent that Smooze had put into me was completely absorbed now. The only way to get him would be through Smooze. I hated to bother her and break up the show. “Smooze, a new friend,” I said. She looked toward him, and I watched as she untangled herself from the stallion and mare. She walked toward him, her pink face smiling brightly. For the first time I noticed her eyes. Rich, deep, and breathtakingly beautiful purple eyes adorned her face. Her hair was the same purple, and she looked down at the dragon. “Smooze like you,” she said. He started to turn and run when she wrapped a tentacle around his leg. She lifted him into the air, and then she kissed him. I watched as his face changed. He wasn’t fighting once her tongue had slid into his mouth. Instead his left claw was stroking her muzzle, and his right one was trying to fist into her hair. She put him down and nuzzled his stomach. “Smooze friends with you,” she said. “Uh huh,” he said. “Be friends with Smooze,” she said turning around. I watched as she laid down on her legs. She flipped her tail out of the way, and the little lizard mounted her. She let out a throaty moan, and I watched as the tentacles came out, they wrapped around him, supporting him, entering him, and the entire time he was so lost in pleasure that he never seemed to care. I watched as they finished, the little lizard clung to her, holding on to Smooze as if it was his purpose. She nuzzled him tenderly before looking at me. “Smooze makes friends,” she said. Her smile widened. She had made friends, so far through her actions, and the actions of the two mares, and the stallion I had brought with me, our small group had turned into a group of at least twelve in total. The babbling purple unicorn mare wasn’t part of us, yet, but I had plans for her. From what I could remember the bronies had talked about how much she was loved by the Princess that ruled this place. Well, Starfire had helped me realize how much I enjoyed ruining royalty. Perhaps forcing her to watch as Smooze tarnished her friend would be fun in and of itself. I chuckled at the dark thought. “Whatcha laughing about?” Hyper Pinkie asked. “She’s got something special in mind for Twilight,” sane Pinkie said. “Special? What’s the super special thing she’s got in line for Twilight?” Hyper Pinkie asked. “I bet it has to do with the Princess, but what about Fluttershy?” the sane Pinkie asked. “Fluttershy?” I asked. “Horseapples, ah forgot all about Fluttershy!” Applejack said. I turned to look at her. Her muzzle looked as though she had received a light glaze from one of the ponies she had helped make into one of our friends. A smile crossed my lips. The last one on the list, and this was going to be fun.
Bringer of ChaosViolation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria Chapter 4: Bringer of Chaos I smiled as we left the village. Our ever grown band of friends seemed to all have the same goal in mind. I followed Applejack out near the forest and saw a small cottage sitting in a peaceful setting. “Hmmm, peaceful nature loving recluse, or insane chainsaw wielding psycho? Either way it’s going to be fun,” I said. The smell in the air was one that I had become accustomed to while being in this brightly colored hellhole. It was a sickening sweet smell. For a moment it reminded me of a very young version of myself, sitting before an alter, being offered up to the Elder Gods, and then returning after what seemed years later to the same place. Of course the old bastard that had tried to offer me up argued that it wasn’t years. It was mere seconds. Sure it was, and I was really going to take the word of some pedophile with a sick fantasy of feeding kids to Cthulhu. There was just one problem with doing that. Cthulhu is just as much of an angry bitch as I am. Being forced to live inside of a form of limbo and being fed instead of hunting and feeding had long since pissed him off. He wanted to show humanity what it was to have something that would twist them. Something that would make them want madness, something that would bring them to their knees and beg for more. He wanted a child brought up in his own image, and he got it. I spent years under his tutelage, but what he taught me wasn’t darkness. He taught me how to corrupt through sex. Pleasures of the flesh brought to maddening heights and then pushed just a little more to completely break the will of the individual on the receiving end. There are those who have impressive wills, those who won’t break. Victor Doom was a prime example. He wouldn’t break. I tried everything, and his will was absolute. In truth, I have to admit that I still have a small crush on him. I walked up to the cottage and ignored the smell that sparked the memories. I knocked on it and a moment later a small white rabbit answered the door. He looked up at me, sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. I started to walk in when the door slammed shut. “What in the unholy land of fuck?! Open the door the you little son of a bitch!” I roared. “Please, go away. I mean if you don’t mind,” a tiny voice said. “Fluttershy, Sugarcube, ya need to come out here! Yer gonna love what they do!” Applejack yelled. “No! I mean I really don’t want to,” she replied timidly from behind the door. “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. Mac, kick the door down,” I said. “Eeeeyup,” he said as he backed up to the door and kicked it. It didn’t even attempt to hold. The door flew off of the hinges and landed somewhere in the distance. There in the middle of the floor was a butter yellow Pegasus with pink hair. She didn’t even scream as I walked in. Instead she buried her head in her front legs. I walked forward and lifted her up only to have her squirm and attempt to pull away. “Please, leave me alone. If you don’t mind I mean,” she said. “There are a thousand rapists out there that would love you. All of them would be able to say that you consented because you gave them the option of continuing. If I was even a little worried about legal stuff I would almost thank you. So, tell me little miss, have you ever had a cock in your ass before? If not then I’ve got some serious sights to show you. They are things that you won’t even begin to believe, or understand, and I’m going to share them all with you for the next few hours. When I’m done you’re going to be more content and full than you’ve ever been before," I whispered to her as I held her. Mac walked near us and I dropped her in front of him. “No… please… no… I’m… I’m… I…” she whimpered. “Ah always though ya was purdy Fluttershy,” Mac said. “Really?” she asked. He nodded and nuzzled her. I watched the display, and for the most part I was ready to just be done with it. Still, if Mac wanted to defile her then I had no problem. If it helped break her control then all of the better. I watched as he kissed her, his front hoof gently tracing down her face to her cutie mark. She blushed, obviously not sure about this, about what was happening, and a moment later she broke the kiss. “If you want to,” she said. It was something out of a cheesy romance comedy. I turned to see the others watching, engaging in various sexual acts. “At least it would be a romantic comedy I would watch at this point,” I thought. I heard a gasp of pain, and turned back around to see the butter yellow Pegasus with her face on the floor, her ass in the air, and Mac appeared to be balls deep inside of her. He pulled back and pushed forward again. Once more she gasped, but the sound less painful. For several minutes they did this. The constant give and take of sex, but it wasn’t rough, hard, or unforgiving. This was actual lovemaking, and it was pissing me off. No on deserved to have this. No one deserved this much happiness. No one deserved to feel so fucking wanted! I felt my darker half coming out. It was the twisted version of myself that screamed in rage and hate. This version began to manifest itself and I was more than willing to tear the Pegasus in front of me apart. How dare she be happy when she should mortified and frightened?! How dare she have a better first time than I did?! Almost as fast as it came I felt something wrap around me. Gentle legs hugged me, and I turned to see Smooze. Her face full of worry, concern, and surprisingly love. I looked away. I didn’t want to face it. I didn’t want to see pity for me. “You want Smooze make you happy?” she asked. I shook my head and started to walk outside. “Make friends with her Smooze,” I said. I heard the sound of the Pegasus gasping, crying out in pleasure, and I knew that she was being turned into one of the followers. It wouldn’t take long for it to be complete. I looked at the Purple Unicorn mare who was still outside. She was no longer babbling, but her eyes were wide in fright. I could see that her conscious mind had long since retreated into the safety of her secret place. I had tried to escape to a similar a when Cthulhu first started teaching me. It never did me any good, and in the end that small bit of innocence had been shattered and left broken. Zoe didn’t exist anymore. Cute, adorable, sweet, and innocent Zoe was dead and in her place was Zone-tan the mistress of hentai, goddess of sex, defiler of childhood memories, and destroyer of innocence. “Enjoy your retreat as long as you can. What happened to me will happen to you. That secret place, the place where nothing could touch you, where you are safest, and where all of your happiest memories reside is going to fall. When everything is said and done you’re going to watch those memories get violated in the worst ways. You’ll witness every memory that protected you burn, and then you’ll become just like me. We’ll be the same, and I will teach you everything that you need to know,” I said. The hours ticked by and I had ventured into the cottage, back out, and back in again. Each time I had witnessed the butter yellow Pegasus engaging in some manner of sex, but Mac was a staple. He was always there, always with her, and although she was doing and having things done to her he seemed to be protecting her. I stepped away feeling angry that someone could love someone else so much. Each tender kiss was a knife that slashed my skin. Each nuzzle was a drop of poison that lay upon an endless sea of poison. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair in any shape or form. I had lived off of rage, hate, pain, conquests, and general dislike for all of mankind for so long. I think that’s why Bronies bothered me so badly. They were happy. In a world of pain, a terrible, horrific world of hate and rage they were happy. I hated them for it. I turned to see the butter yellow Pegasus stepping out. She walked slightly bowlegged and leaned next to Mac. “Smooze has made friends!” Smooze chirped happily. I nodded. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to answer. I wanted to violate this world, and even through my measures love was breaking through. I would have to do something before long. I would have to remind the butter yellow Pegasus of fear, of anger, and of hate. I would have to show her that love didn’t conquer all, and I would do it before their princess. I stepped forward and led them in the direction of the castle. We walked, fucked while we walked, walked by itself, and finally we found ourselves inside of a massive city. Dozens of citizens stood looking appalled at what was happening. “Now, this is better,” I said. I felt their fear as several of them were drawn in, forced to be friends, forced to enjoy the pleasures of their flesh. I heard the cries of pain, the moans of ecstasy, and for a moment I was truly alive again. That’s when I heard it. That’s when I heard the moans of love. I closed my eyes and growled. It was getting painful to hear it. It was hurting to be so close to it. I was about to turn around and introduce the butter yellow Pegasus mare to the meaning of pain when a form landed before her. There was a hardened look in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice that she was actually quite beautiful. She stood taller than the other ponies, not by much, but by a little. Her coat was a pale, light grayish cerise, her mane was moderate violet with moderate rose pale gold streaks. I blue magic cover her and she looked angrily at me. The crowd surrounding me crying out in orgasmic joy. “What have you done?!” she demanded. “Princess Cadence! It feels so good!” the hyper Pinkie said. “It really is amazing,” the sane Pinkie remarked. “Princess huh? Let’s see what your royal ass can do,” I said with a smile.
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