Violation, or Zone-tan's Trip to Equestria

Violation, 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.