Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage 2: Iron Will Is Housin’

Prologue

Everywhere you looked, fillies were being raped and killed. Their dead bodies were fucked with hard cocks and stuffed with drugs. A brutal gang known as the Lucifer Network was kidnapping innocent foals and using their corpses to transport drugs around the country. In the past week alone, the gang was responsible for killing and raping more than four dozen children.

Princess Celestia felt that she had no other option but to unleash the beast.

She sent a letter to Grimdark Prison for the Criminally Insane and ordered that they release…

Iron Will.

*

The Royal guards led Iron Will up through the gates. Iron Will had never been to see Princess Celestia before, because ponies are fucking gay, but this time he was here under orders.

Orders? Yeah, pussy, you heard what I said. Iron Will had orders, even though nopony gives Iron Will Orders.

Iron Will had just served six months of his twenty year prison sentence for foal fucking. Iron Will didn’t mind – prison was perfect for Iron Will. Iron Will was able to beat up all the fucking ponies and assfuck them until they bled. All that time in prison had been an opportunity for Iron Will to think about his life. And then Iron Will had an epiphany. Iron Will started to write. That is why Iron Will wrote a story. You read that story. It was called Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage and it was fucking awesome. But this is a new story. This is a story that involves Iron Will doing more than just raping foals. This story is about Iron Will Housin’.

So back to the story. Iron Will got a summons from Princess Celestia. Here Iron Will was, standing before the white fucking pony in the palace. Iron Will’s hands were bound with magical cuffs. Normally, Iron Will could break through cuffs, but magic pony fucking cuffs reduced Iron Will’s astronomical strength to miniscule levels.

“Iron Will,” said the princess pony, “I have summoned you here because I have a very important task for you.”

“YOU GIVE ME A COMMAND? YOU DIE BY MY HAND!” Iron Will bellowed.

One of the guards shot Iron Will in the back with a blast of lightning from his horn. Iron Will felt pain and wanted to kill the pony, but Iron Will could not move his hands for the fucking gay retarded pony magic.

“Let’s try that again,” Celestia said, a cruel smile appearing on her face, “I have a job for you, Iron Will.”

“Iron Will does not like being told what to do,” Iron Will growled.

“Even if it means your freedom?”

Iron Will was listening. “Iron Will is listening.”

Princess Celestia nodded, “There has been an explosion of gang related crime in Manehattan.”

“Iron Will has nothing to do with gangs,” Iron Will said.

“My point exactly,” Celestia said, “Before you became a lecturer, you were in the Special Forces, correct?”

“That was a long time ago,” Iron Will said.

“Nevertheless, your training should be adequate. I want you to go to Manehattan and take them all out.”

Iron Will raised his eyebrows. “How many?”

“We are not sure,” Celestia admitted, “but my intelligence tells me it is in the hundreds. Normally we would solve this sort of problem ourselves, but you see, I can’t have police shooting up gang members in the street, can I?”

“So you want Iron Will to do it for you?”

“In exchange, I will commute your sentence,” Celestia said. “You’re serving time for murder, sexual assault of a minor and desecration of a corpse. You should never be allowed to leave prison, and this is a one-time only deal. Screw this up, you’ll be given the death penalty.”

Iron Will nodded, “Iron Will understands. Iron Will will clean up your gang problem.”

“Excellent,” said Celestia. “We will ship you out right away to meet the hustler.”

“Who is the hustler?” Iron Will asked.

“Her name is Diamond Tiara,” Celestia said, “you are not to hurt her, under any circumstances. She is a valuable asset. Her father has lots of money and supports my empire. He also wants to get rid of the gang problem. She will supply you with everything you need to get the job done.”

“Understood.”

“You have twenty-four hours,” Celestia said. “Keep low. I don’t want the public to panic.”

“Iron Will won’t disappoint you,” Iron Will told Celestia.

“You better hadn’t,” said Celestia, “or it will be the death penalty.”

*

When Iron Will was taken to Iron Will’s new abode, a shitty little motel room in Manehattan, the royal guards unlocked Iron Will’s magic cuffs. They gave Iron Will a suitcase full of money and directions to the hustler’s address.

When they left, Iron Will drank a bottle of whiskey and jacked off to some cartoons on the TV. Then Iron Will left the motel room to find his hustler.

*

Diamond Tiara opened up the garage door. It was huge inside. So huge that Iron Will’s astronomical penis looked small in comparison.

“You can have the garage for the duration,” the small filly said. She opened up two cupboards. Inside were stacks of guns. Pistols, UZIs, MP5K Submachine guns, M4A1 assault rifles, AK-47s and Iron Will’s personal favourite, a HK416.

“This is acceptable,” Iron Will said as Iron Will examined the guns, drawing back the slide of a SIG P228. “When Iron Will served in the Special Forces, Iron Will used guns like these.”

“I got more than just guns,” said Diamond Tiara, taking out a series of melee weapons and laying them on the table.

Iron Will looked down with excitement. The sight of a chainsaw and a series of sharp knives and axes made Iron Will’s dick hard. Iron Will had to restrain Iron Will’s uncontrollable urge to fuck the sexy little foal who was providing Iron Will with guns, but Iron Will remembered Princess Celestia’s offer. Maybe when he was free he would come back and spread her little foal legs and bury his gargantuan cock inside her little underage foal cunt.

“This will be acceptable,” said Iron Will. “Where are the gangs?”

“As far as we know,” said Diamond Tiara, “they have a warehouse hideout in Lower Manehattan. This is their drugs warehouse. It is heavily guarded. For some reason the police don’t do jack shit about it because they are too fucking pussy and gay. So it’s up to you to do the job.”

“Iron Will is ready,” Iron Will said, as Iron Will loaded himself up: two pistols, two MP5K submachine guns, one HK416 and an assortment of knives would be adequate. “Let’s fuck this shit up.”