Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage 3: Iron Will Sodomises foals with a Barbed Wire Dildoby Facemelt91ChaptersPrologueThe Last FoalThe Sex DungeonApple Bloom's escapeBattle of WordsEpilogueProloguePrologue – A Hero Will Rise "YOU GAVE ME A COMMAND? NOW I RULE THE LAND!" Two years ago, the Almighty and Revered Iron Will, defeated the whore pony Princess Celestia in single combat, completely destroying her with the overwhelming force of a powerful orgasm from his huge penis. He embarked on a conquest against all life on the planet, amassing followers and leading them in battle against rival nations. I guess he saw himself as some sort of anarchist revolutionary, or maybe the anti-Christ. Some ponies backed his fight against the establishment, others just went along out of fear. The point is, eventually, Iron Will won his fight, because nobody could withstand the power of his dick. He obliterated every nation other than Equestria and became Supreme Emperor of the entire world. Ever since, he has ruled over ponykind with an iron fist, mercilessly killing all who ever stood in his way. Iron Will lives in a place that was once known as Canterlot, but now has no name. Ponies call it “Fuckville”, because that’s what happens to you if you go in – you get fucked by Iron Will. Somehow the name got changed. Fuckville is guarded by Iron Will’s guards, who guard the place. Nobody who goes in ever comes out. Apart from that, there is no law. Iron Will occasionally ravages the lands for his own sadistic pleasures, but most of the time ponies just live day to day, trying to get by as best they can with what they have. Life limps on as best it can under Iron Will’s totalitarian regime in this post-apocalyptic shit hole. When first he came to power, Iron Will tore down the world’s infrastructure and within only a few short weeks he had reduced the entire world to a pre-industrial age. We used to live in cities and towns. Now everyony lives in tiny villages, spread out and constantly living in fear of Iron Will. In exchange for being allowed to live, most villages have to sacrifice young foals for Iron Will to anally sodomise with his dreaded barbed wire dildo, a three feet long metal dildo that he had coated in barbed wire. This is the story of one such foal – her name was Apple Bloom, and she is an important character in this story. Cos when somepony tries to block, you gotta show them that you rock. The Last FoalChapter 1 – The Last Foal “YAARRRGRHH!” screamed Iron Will as he inserted both of his hands into the asshole of a tiny young foal and ripped them apart, opening their entire body out like a banana from the asshole outwards. It was a bit like putting your fingers inside an orange at the top and splitting it open that way. Iron Will did that to the innocent foal. He spread the little foal’s innards all over the floor and rolled around in them while masturbating his huge fucking penis. When he had finished, he emptied his ballsack into a deep bath and climbed inside a bath of his own cum. He hadn’t been in the cum bath long when he yelled down to his guards: “I WANT YOU TO BRING ME TWO FOALS!” “But my Supreme Overlord, Iron Will,” pleaded the guard, “there are no more foals in the sex dungeon.” “What about the torture dungeon?” “Nope.” “The rape dungeon?” “There’s a sex dungeon and a rape dungeon?” the guard wanted to know. It all seemed to just merge into one big fucking mess of bricks and foal shit. “And a Necrophilia dungeon,” Iron Will said, “Now are they in a fucking dungeon or not?” “No, my lord, we have no foals in the town. You’ve fucked, killed and then sexually destroyed the corpse of every last foal in the palace.” “Can you go and dig one up?” asked Iron Will, spreading his cum all over his large muscles. “We don’t bury them, my lord,” the guard explained, “we just throw the remains to the wolves.” “Do any of the wolves have cubs?” “Not anymore,” the guard said miserably. “Damn,” Iron Will growled. “Then you must bring me some more foals. Fresh foals.” “We will try, my lord,” said the guard. “Would you like for me to send up a made to help you clean up?” “I’m in the bath you stupid cunt.” “Yes but…” the guard bit his tongue when he saw Iron Will staring at him. “Never mind. Enjoy yourself, my lord.” The guard left through the bathroom door, leaving Iron Will to bathe in his own cum. IRON WILL RAPED A FOAL AND PULLED IT APART IRON WILL BATHED IN HIS OWN CUM IRON WILL SENT HIS FUCKING GUARDS TO THE VILLAGE. * When the guards arrived in Ponyville, they searched for a young foal, but no families seemed to have any. Iron Will had already fucked and killed them all. Then the guards came to a little redneck fucking hillbilly farm called Sweet Apple Acres. There was a toothless redneck horse kicking fucking trees who didn’t know how to speak. There was also a slightly less disgusting pony who wore a cowboy hat like fucking Raylan Givens. She was like John Wayne, only a pony and a bitch. “Do you have foals here?” asked the guard. “Uhh, we don’t grow foals here, only apples!” said the pony. “We came here looking for foals,” the guard said, “Iron Will demands a foal.” “Well, Iron Will is going to have to look elsewhere,” said the redneck girlslut pony. “There ain’t no foals on this here farm!” “Hey, Applejack?” Everyone looked around. A tiny little foal with red hair was walking out of the barn with two large buckets of apples. “Apple Bloom!” Applejack said, anxiously, running over to the foal. “I thought I told you to go and help your husband in the kitchen!” “Husband?” Apple Bloom was confused, “I don’t know what ya mean big sis!” “That is a foal, is it not?” asked the guard, pointing at Apple Bloom. “This is my sister,” Applejack said defiantly. “And she has a name.” “By order of Iron Will, I must take her into custody,” announced the guard, stepping forward. Applejack stepped in to block his path. “Wait just one second. You can’t just take my sister. She ain’t your property.” “When somepony tries to block, show them that you rock,” the guard delivered the Iron Will catchphrase in a mechanical, monotonous way, almost as if he was reciting a prayer in school. He reached forward and pushed Applejack away, but the cowgirl pony swivelled around and kicked him in the face with a pair of powerful legs. “Run Apple Bloom!” Applejack cried as four other guards pinned her down. Apple Bloom was already running, with two more guards hot in pursuit. The guard who Applejack kicked was missing several teeth. He took hold of the pony’s head in his hands and snapped her neck without a word. “Bring her body,” he said to the other guards, “Iron Will may wish to have his way with it.” As the two guards returned with Apple Bloom, the lead guard overlooked their departure, feeling as though he had just six of his teeth for absolutely no reason other than to bring an innocent young foal for Iron Will to spend ten minutes of his life fucking the brains out of. Was it really worth it? It was a question he would have to answer another time, as Fuckville loomed in the distance. The little foal started to shiver with fear. She was right to be scared. The Sex DungeonChapter 2 “You DARE talk back to Iron Will you dirty fucking whoreslut?” Iron Will slapped the maid across the face and she stumbled backwards. She gazed up at the gigantic bull with tears in her eyes. “Oh no please, Mr Iron Will, I did nothing, nothing!” she backed against the wall as the minotaur advanced with his weapon of choice – a sixteen inch metal dildo that was coated in barbed wire. “Please, Iron Will, my family!” “FOR YOUR INSOLENCE IRON WILL IS GOING TO MURDER AND FUCK YOUR FAMILY!” Iron Will roared, “but first… we’re going to have some FUN!” They were all in Iron Will’s sex dungeon in Fuckville. From where she was, little Apple Bloom looked on in horror as a demonic grin appeared across Iron Will’s face as he seized the helpless maid and pulled her towards him. Trapped inside a small cage that was barely bigger than she was, there was very little she could do but quiver and fret for her own safety. Why had she been brought to this place? They said nopony who got taken to Fuckville ever came back, especially not foals. Oh Applejack! Why’d ah have to go and open my big mouth? She shut her eyes tight and tried to cry for her big sister’s murder, but the combination of fear and adrenaline that raged inside her body held back the tears. “No please- aaagh!” she was cut off as Iron Will opened up her mouth and peered inside. “Fucking pony teeth,” he said, “Iron Will fucking hate pony teeth. And yours displease Iron Will.” He reached in and grabbed one of her back molars. He wiggled it between his fingers until the root started to splinter in her gums. He gave a large tug and pulled the back molar out of her socket. She screamed in agony as blood rushed to the surface of the wound and started to trickle out of her mouth. The foul stench of tooth decay erupted from her gaping socket – a symptom of Iron Will’s tyrannical rule. Iron Will continued to explore her mouth, ripping out her teeth one by one and dropping them on the ground. Each time, the helpless maid screamed in agony. Between each extraction, she begged not for her own life, but for the lives of her family. She knew she was going to die – she had known that the moment she had questioned Iron Will’s orders to prepare his latest guest a fresh cum bath. Apple Bloom was the last foal in Equestria, after all – it was only fair that he savour the experience. “STOP YOUR FUCKING CRYING!” Iron Will roared at the maid, “IRON WILL DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT!” he reached into her mouth and grabbed her slippery tongue. With some effort, he tore the organ clean out of the pony’s mouth, causing a surge of blood to rush up from her oesophagus. The noise that emanated from her throat was little more than a vile gurgle as she slowly choked on her own blood. Apple Bloom felt sick as she watched Iron Will rubbing the maid’s tongue all over his huge cock. Is he going to put that thing inside her? She watched as Iron Will turned the pony around so that her flank was facing him and grabbed his sixteen inch barbed wire dildo. Apple Bloom held her breath. The poor maid had her hooves joined in prayer. “First lesson of being assertive,” Iron Will said, winking slyly at little Apple Bloom. “When somepony tries to pray, make their asshole spray!” and with a mighty roar, he jammed the dildo into the maid’s anal cavity. The maid let out a scream that churned Apple Bloom’s stomach. The razor sharp spikes on the barbed wire tore into the maid’s rectum. The stored faecal matter inside her rectum ran into the open cuts, stinging them violently as Iron Will twisted his weapon. Within seconds, her entire rectum was destroyed, and when Iron Will pulled the dildo out, a waterfall of liquid shit and blood poured out of her gaping asshole and pooled on the floor. Iron Will grabbed the maid’s face and pushed it into the mess, smearing her own blood and faeces all over her face. She coughed and gurgled. The smell of the blood-excrement cocktail churned Apple Bloom’s stomach and she could feel herself about to vomit, but she kept it down, for fear of drawing any attention to herself. Iron Will punched the maid in the face, giving her a black eye. He then forced his dildo down her throat, ripping into her gullet and tearing it open. At the same time, he took his pulsating bullhood and forced it up into the Maid’s ruined asshole. He pushed his penis up through her destroyed rectum, so that it was penetrating her large intestine, squelching against the noxious accumulation of blood and shit. “OH YEAH OH YEAH FUCKING BABY!” Iron Will cried as he fucked the maid in the ass with his cock and fucked her throat with his dildo. “HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?!” How do you like them apples? The words of Applejack resounded inside Apple Bloom’s head. What would her big sister do in this situation? She wouldn’t sit around doin’ nuthin, I’ve got to get out of here! With a burning sense of determination, Apple Bloom bucked violently and slammed her body against her cage. The bars shook, but didn’t break. She tried again, bashing her little body against the bars. Iron Will turned around to see what the little foal was doing. “What are you doing, little foal?” Apple Bloom didn’t respond. She turned around and slammed her back legs against the cage door with all her might. It opened out a few inches, but snapped back into place as the padlock prevented it from opening further. Iron Will started laughing as he slowed his sexual assault of the now rapidly dying maid. “You can’t escape, little pony. No escape for you! As soon as this slut is done, IRON WILL IS GOING TO ENJOY YOU!” he turned back to face the maid and accelerated his pace, fucking her with every ounce of strength he had. His penis started to expand inside her, forcing itself further up into her stomach. Her mangled intestines wrapped themselves around the length and girth of Iron Will’s enormous cock. He spat repeatedly into the maid’s face as he drew close to orgasm. Apple Bloom kicked her cage again. Her back hooves ached, but she could feel it starting to give. Just a few more. “YOU FUCKING BABY-SHITTING NAMELESS CUNT!” Iron Will roared, “YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACK OF WHORE PERIODS! YOU FUCKING WHORE ASS WASTE OF FLESH BONE AND CUNT! I FUCKING OWN YOU, YOU WHORE! YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU FUCKING CUNT!” As he screamed at the top of his lungs, he finally had his violent orgasm. Cum erupted from the end of his penis, blowing the maid’s head clean off her body. Driven by a fountain of gluey white cum, the maid’s severed head smashed against the ceiling and shattered into pieces, showering them both with blood and brain matter. Apple Bloom kicked the cage door again. The wood splintered and the lock started to break. One more should do it! “AAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHGHHHGHGH!” Iron Will bellowed, shaking the maid’s corpse in his hands. “YOU FUCKING FILTHY WHORE!” He withdrew his penis from the hollowed out body and cast it aside. He shook himself down. Apple Bloom kicked with all the strength in her little foal body. Her hooves slammed against the lock and broke it upon impact. The cage door swung open and Apple Bloom stepped out. Iron Will spun around with a horrified expression on his face. “YOU FUCKING STAY THERE!” Iron Will screamed as he started to lumber forwards, his huge cock dragging behind him, but Apple Bloom was already running. Iron Will chased her out of his sex dungeon and ran to the end of the corridor, but the little foal was nowhere to be seen. “Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” Iron Will sank to his knees and let out a long, scream of frustration. The little foal was gone. Apple Bloom's escapeChapter 3 Apple Bloom scurried as fast as she could through the corridors of Iron Will’s castle, trying to retrace the steps she had taken to get in. As she approached the door to the main hall, she skidded to a halt as she saw two guards approaching her with spears. “There’s the foal!” one of the guards cried. “Get her!” They ran towards Apple Bloom, waving their spears like madmen, trying to jab at her. She ducked and rolled out of the way of one spear and kicked the guard who swung it as hard as she could in the leg. She felt a bone snap somewhere, and the guard went down, crying in agony. The second guard swung his spear out in an arc, slamming it into Apple Bloom and sending her rolling across the floor. Her flank was slightly grazed, but she was still intact. She rose to her feet and glared at her attacker. As his companion tried and failed to stand on his destroyed leg, the spear-wielding guard thrust his weapon at Apple Bloom, trying to skewer her. Apple Bloom moved light lightning, dodging her head to the side. The spear’s point hit the wall and jammed. Apple Bloom seized it with her hooves and twisted it out of the guard’s hands and threw it down the corridor. As the guard smiled and displayed a series of broken teeth, Apple Bloom knew that this was the same guard who had broken his sister’s neck. She snarled viciously, eyes narrowing. She rose upwards into a combat stance, back legs slightly apart with front hooves raised. The guard raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his companion who was too wounded to fight and seized his head between his hooves. “Wait!” protested the guard. Applejack’s killer snapped the guard’s neck instantly and let the dead pony fall to the group. “When somepony can’t fight, make ‘em say goodnight.” Apple Bloom glared at the guard. “You killed my sister!” “Because you ran,” said the guard, nonchalantly. “If you had just came along like a good little foal, then this wouldn’t have happened. Or that.” He jerked a hoof towards his dead companion, “you silly little foal. Why don’t we go back to the sex dungeon and wait for Iron Will?” “I’d rather die right now,” said Apple Bloom defiantly. “So what do you say? You and me, one on one?” The guard laughed, “silly little foal.” Apple Bloom tried to pace her breathing. She was aware that her heart rate was rapidly accelerating in an attempt to pump blood to her brain through constricted airways. She frowned angrily. Adrenaline coursed through her body and she hoped that the Krav Maga techniques that Rainbow Dash had taught her a couple of years ago would be enough to take this guard on. The guard lurched forwards, hooves aimed aimed for Apple Bloom’s throat. She raised her own forelimbs, trying to keep his away from her little neck. They struggled briefly, before Apple Bloom found some strength inside her, to hurl the guard the nearest wall. The little foal punched the guard twice in the stomach before her third was blocked. The guard punched Apple Bloom in the face and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her backwards into the opposing wall. Apple Bloom sank to the ground, dazed and in pain. The guard stepped forward, a devious smile spreading over his face as he drew a knife from the sheath on his leg. Apple Bloom squinted uneasily through blurry vision at the blade and felt the fear rising in her system. Her guts tightened. Fight or flight kicked in. As the knife-wielding guard approached her, Apple Bloom stood up in time and grabbed the pony’s wrist, just barely able to stop the blade from reaching her little heart. She used her free elbow to hit the guard across the face, knocking him back. Apple Bloom readied herself, dropping once more into a combat stance. The angry guard produced a second knife – this one was a push dagger, the sort that could be easily disguised as a suitcase handle. He advanced towards Apple Bloom with both knives to Apple Bloom’s none. Apple Bloom’s vision had returned to normal now, but her heart was still beating like a pair of insect wings, driving adrenaline through her small body. Time slowed to a crawl for her as the guard stepped forward and tried once more to stick Apple Bloom in the heart with his combat knife. Apple Bloom avoided the thrust and deflected the stallion’s follow-up strike with the push dagger. The guard aimed a slash at Apple Bloom’s throat with the folding knife. Apple Bloom snatched his wrist and twisted hard, sending pain through the pony’s body and forcing him drop the weapon. Apple Bloom let go of the man’s wrist and punched him in the face with her right hoof and then, while he was momentarily stunned, drove her back hoof as hard as he could into the guard’s groin, kicking his testicles up into his throat. He stepped backwards, clutching his broken groin with his free hoof and howling in pain. Her attacker temporarily disabled, doubled up and holding his injured groin with his free hoof, Apple Bloom slapped down his left hand, knocking the push knife free from his weakened grip. She kicked him in the shin, cracking the bone right up to his flank. The guard screamed in pain: disarmed, disabled and in more pain than he had ever felt in his life, the guard fell forwards onto his knees after being beaten by a foal half his size. Apple Bloom looked at the guard and said, “This is the part where you beg for mercy and tell me it was nothing personal.” She grabbed the guard, pulled him up and slammed against the floor, pinning him down by the throat. “Tell me how I get out of here.” “Fuck you, foal. I’m not telling you shit. You can’t do anything to me!” Apple Bloom punched the guard in the jaw, knocking loose yet more teeth. “Let’s try that again. How do I get out of this castle?” “Fuck you,” moaned the guard. His mouth bled violently. Apple Bloom punched the man in the stomach, causing him to cough terribly and spit blood. She pressed her hoof against his left eye, putting pressure on the orb. “You killed my sister; I already don’t like you. So why don’t you stop wasting my time and then maybe I won’t rip your eyes out? How do I get out of here?” The guard gave in. Between the pain and the humilation, there was no point fighting anymore. “There is no way out,” the guard breathed. “Iron Will has the only key.” Apple Bloom’s face drained of its colour. She dropped the man onto the ground, and then punched him in the face with enough power to crack the floor tiles as his skull slammed hard into the floor behind him. Unconsciousness was immediate and concussion was inevitable, the guard lay motionless on the ground. Apple Bloom stood up, exhaled deeply and brushed herself down. For a few seconds she just stood, looking at the two bodies lying in the corridor. She had to go back. She had to get that key, or die trying. As she started to trot back towards the sex dungeon, she didn’t expect the gas grenade to come rolling along the floor. “Oh shit…” she tried to say, but her brain shut down before she could finish, and she fell to the ground. Iron Will trudged towards the little foal, his cock having returned to normal size. He glanced down at the dead guards who lay next to her and shook his head. “Iron Will is disappointed, little foal. Iron Will wanted to be nice to you, but you had to run. Now Iron Will is going to make you pay.” He grabbed the Apple Bloom’s leg and dragged the sleeping foal back towards the sex dungeon. Battle of WordsChapter 4 Apple Bloom opened her eyes slowly. The familiar smell of excrement wafted into her nostrils and she instantly felt herself gag. That’s when she realised, the corpse of the maid that Iron Will had killed earlier was still lying there in several pieces. Poor girl. Apple Bloom thought. She didn’t deserve that. The little foal glanced up at her hooves and saw that she was strapped against a wall by two metal cuffs. Her legs were free, but they didn’t seem to want to move when she tried twitching them. Side effects of the sleeping gas. “Glad you’re awake.” Apple Bloom looked to her left. She grimaced at the sight of Iron Will, sitting on a chair, stroking his large penis with a cruel smile on his face. His dick was limp and flaccid, nowhere near its full size. He peered at Apple Bloom with a perverse look on his face, stroking his cock. “You’ve got guts, foal,” Iron Will said. “But you should know that nopony gets away from Iron Will.” Apple Bloom didn’t say anything. “You scared, little filly?” asked Iron Will. Apple Bloom didn’t reply. Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be? But right now, her fear was submerged under a layer of rage that she felt for Iron Will. “Iron Will asked you a question!” snarled the bull, stroking his flaccid cock. “Are you scared?” “No,” replied Apple Bloom. Iron Will stood up, kicking his chair to one side. He grabbed his barbed wire dildo and held it close to the filly’s face. She turned away her head, but she didn’t cry out or squirm. “Iron Will is going to shove this inside your little foalcunt,” said Iron Will, “and you’re going to scream and cry and shit and piss yourself LIKE THE LITTLE FUCKING BABY ASS FUCKING WEAK FILLY THAT YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING FOAL BABY!” Apple Bloom trembled slightly, but she maintained her resolve, staring the bull in the face with an indomitable frown. “But first,” Iron Will said, holding the dildo against Apple Bloom’s throat, “Iron Will is gonna fuck you, the old fashion way.” He ran his fingers down Apple Bloom’s belly and started to touch her most sensitive area. She trembled slightly as his finger entered her underage vagina. He pushed it inside and struggled. He frowned: she was almost totally dry and normally by this point they were dripping with fear and excitement. “Get out,” Apple Bloom hissed. Iron Will glared at her. “Are you talking back to Iron Will?” “No,” Apple Bloom said evenly, “but my fillyhood isn’t for you to touch.” “Your FILLYHOOD?” Iron Will roared with a mixture of amusement and shock. “Well guess what? IRON WILL IS GOING TO OWN YOUR FUCKING LITTLE FILLYHOOD! BY THE TIME IRON WILL IS FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU WON’T HAVE A DAMN FILLYHOOD LEFT, YOU STUPID, FUCKING LITTLE BITCH ASS WHORE!” Iron Will stepped forward, taking his penis in his hand and pushed it up against Apple Bloom’s underdeveloped labia. As he pushed against her vaginal lips, his foreskin peeled back uselessly and his flaccid penis fell down. He stared down at his organ in amazement. “You supposed to do something with that thing?” Apple Bloom asked sweetly. “Cos I’m waitin.” “You’re, waiting?” the minotaur repeated in disbelief. “WAITING?” “I got nothing else left,” Apple Bloom said sincerely, “you killed my sister n’ everypony else I ever knew. I got nuthin’ left, so either kill me, or let me go, because I’m startin’ to get bored.” Iron Will stepped back. His flaccid cock just wasn’t getting hard. The little filly should have been begging for her life, but here she was telling him she basically didn’t give a shit? This wasn’t fun at all – who would have thought that the last foal in Equestria would have been such a party pooper? Iron Will got angry. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He channelled every ounce of rage that he had into his bullhood and started to stroke it again with his hand. With a tremendous scream, he stepped towards Apple Bloom once more and tried to force his penis up inside her. This time, it went in, and Apple Bloom’s vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. “AAARRRRGHHH!” Iron Will roared as he slammed his balls against Apple Bloom’s underage thighs, “IRON WILL’S GARGANTUAN COCK IS INSIDE YOU!” Apple Bloom squealed slightly as pain shooting through her frame. She grit her teeth against Iron Will fucked her, feeling of his large cock pulsating deep inside her, each thrust more painful than the last. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE FUCKED BY IRON WILL’S ENORMOUS PENIS?!” screamed Iron Will. “I’ve... had... bigger!” grunted Apple Bloom. It was a lie, but it was all she could do. Iron Will stopped thrusting. “Bigger?” “Yeah,” Apple Bloom breathed, “My Brother... Big McIntosh back when he was alive... he’s ten or fifteen times bigger than you and stronger too. I took his dick like a champ!” Iron Will’s face registered horror. “Bigger than IRON WILL? NO PONY IS BIGGER THAN IRON WILL!” Apple Bloom felt a curious sensation inside her. Suddenly, housing Iron Will’s huge penis became much less painful. Then when she looked down, she realised that it was shrinking. Despite the pain in her legs, she grinned. “My brother was,” Apple Bloom said, “in fact, I’ve seen colts with bigger dicks than what you got. It ain’t that impressive, Iron Will. You’re not half as manly as some of the colts I’ve seen.” “BLAAAAAAAARRGHAHSHSHHHGHHHGGHGHGHGH!!!!” Iron Will let out a hideous moan as he pulled his penis out of Apple Bloom. The young foal felt her vagina contract and was able to finally close her legs. Iron Will put his hands to his head and screamed, as if there was a tremendous pain raging inside his head. Apple Bloom saw her chance and went for the jugular: “You’re small Iron Will. Small. Ya got a small manhood and ya can’t even pleasure a filly. That’s a sad place to be in.” “NOOOOOO NOOOO IRON WILL IS THE FUCKING MAN! IRON WILL IS THE-” Apple Bloom watched as his penis started to shrivel up. It shrank to a point where it was no longer visible and all of his muscles started to reduce in size. The bull was shrinking rapidly as he staggered around the sex dungeon, losing his strength, his size and his manliness with every second. “I know you, Iron Will,” Apple Bloom said, wriggling her left hoof, trying to pull it free of the restraints, “you only feel hard when your victims are scared or weak. Well I ain’t scared of you, or your dildos. I ain’t got nothing to lose, but you sure as hell do!” She pulled her left hoof free and started working on her right. “You fuck kids because you think they’re weak. Well, I got news for you – we ain’t!” “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Iron Will as his manliness continued to dissipate into the air. “Heck, I’m more manly than you!” Apple Bloom declared, wriggling right hoof out of the cuffs. She dropped to the ground and looked on as the bull continued to shrink, “That first little filly you murdered, Sweetie Belle? My friend! She’s more of a man than you’ll ever be, and she’s dead!” “Noooo!” squeaked Iron Will, now barely bigger than Apple Bloom herself. “I am Iron Will! I am the manliest bull in the world!” “No,” said Apple Bloom, kicking the minotaur in the stomach, causing him to drop to his knees, “You’ve always been a pathetic, woman-hating kiddie fiddler. Now you’re a pathetic woman-hating kiddie fiddler with a tiny dick.” She rolled the minotaur over and pinned him to the ground. “No, stop!” Iron Will begged as Apple Bloom laid his head on the ground. “NOOOOOOOOO!” “And now,” Apple Bloom said as she lined up her hoof with his skull, “you’re gonna die.” “NO!” Iron Will pleaded, his voice now higher pitched than Apple Bloom’s, “I beg you, don’t do this, please!” “This is for my sister,” Apple Bloom grunted mercilessly as she brought her hoof down on the tiny bull’s head, splitting apart his skull like an egg. His brains exploded all over the floor and his skinny little body shrivelled up until it was barely even a skeleton. Apple Bloom looked down at the corpse impassively. “Somepony loves their crotch? Take em down a notch.” EpilogueEpilogue It wasn’t easy, but after Apple Bloom vanquished Iron Will, things started slowly going back to normal. Iron Will didn’t have many guards in the first place, but most of them defected when they found out their boss was dead. Over the next few months, ponies from all over Equestria united together and started to rebuild their shattered country. Apple Bloom was granted temporary rule of the country, during which time, she oversaw the demolishment of Fuckville and the reconstruction of Canterlot. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Princess Celestia and Sweetie Belle were all given a proper burial, along with everypony else who died during Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage. Apple Bloom stayed in power until Equestria once again had a stable economy. After that, she formed a Workers Union and converted the country into a Democratic Socialist Republic, where the ponies of Equestria owned the surplus and there was no ruling class to eat the fruits of others’ labour. The society was fair and just, and everybody was happy. Equestria had gone from being a post-apocalyptic nightmare to a Socialist Utopia in the space of two years, and when everything was good, and nobody needed Apple Bloom to give orders, she renounced her title as Ruler of Equestria, and made sure that nobody else ever took it up either. Ponies started having foals again, and once again, the streets were filled with the laughter and happiness of young fillies and colts, who could walk around without the fear that Iron Will might come and take them away to be fucked and killed. By hammer and sickle, the nightmare was finally over, and Equestria once more at peace, life went on and harmony was once again in place. Long live, the Democratic Socialist Republic of Equestria! The End!
ProloguePrologue – A Hero Will Rise "YOU GAVE ME A COMMAND? NOW I RULE THE LAND!" Two years ago, the Almighty and Revered Iron Will, defeated the whore pony Princess Celestia in single combat, completely destroying her with the overwhelming force of a powerful orgasm from his huge penis. He embarked on a conquest against all life on the planet, amassing followers and leading them in battle against rival nations. I guess he saw himself as some sort of anarchist revolutionary, or maybe the anti-Christ. Some ponies backed his fight against the establishment, others just went along out of fear. The point is, eventually, Iron Will won his fight, because nobody could withstand the power of his dick. He obliterated every nation other than Equestria and became Supreme Emperor of the entire world. Ever since, he has ruled over ponykind with an iron fist, mercilessly killing all who ever stood in his way. Iron Will lives in a place that was once known as Canterlot, but now has no name. Ponies call it “Fuckville”, because that’s what happens to you if you go in – you get fucked by Iron Will. Somehow the name got changed. Fuckville is guarded by Iron Will’s guards, who guard the place. Nobody who goes in ever comes out. Apart from that, there is no law. Iron Will occasionally ravages the lands for his own sadistic pleasures, but most of the time ponies just live day to day, trying to get by as best they can with what they have. Life limps on as best it can under Iron Will’s totalitarian regime in this post-apocalyptic shit hole. When first he came to power, Iron Will tore down the world’s infrastructure and within only a few short weeks he had reduced the entire world to a pre-industrial age. We used to live in cities and towns. Now everyony lives in tiny villages, spread out and constantly living in fear of Iron Will. In exchange for being allowed to live, most villages have to sacrifice young foals for Iron Will to anally sodomise with his dreaded barbed wire dildo, a three feet long metal dildo that he had coated in barbed wire. This is the story of one such foal – her name was Apple Bloom, and she is an important character in this story. Cos when somepony tries to block, you gotta show them that you rock.
The Last FoalChapter 1 – The Last Foal “YAARRRGRHH!” screamed Iron Will as he inserted both of his hands into the asshole of a tiny young foal and ripped them apart, opening their entire body out like a banana from the asshole outwards. It was a bit like putting your fingers inside an orange at the top and splitting it open that way. Iron Will did that to the innocent foal. He spread the little foal’s innards all over the floor and rolled around in them while masturbating his huge fucking penis. When he had finished, he emptied his ballsack into a deep bath and climbed inside a bath of his own cum. He hadn’t been in the cum bath long when he yelled down to his guards: “I WANT YOU TO BRING ME TWO FOALS!” “But my Supreme Overlord, Iron Will,” pleaded the guard, “there are no more foals in the sex dungeon.” “What about the torture dungeon?” “Nope.” “The rape dungeon?” “There’s a sex dungeon and a rape dungeon?” the guard wanted to know. It all seemed to just merge into one big fucking mess of bricks and foal shit. “And a Necrophilia dungeon,” Iron Will said, “Now are they in a fucking dungeon or not?” “No, my lord, we have no foals in the town. You’ve fucked, killed and then sexually destroyed the corpse of every last foal in the palace.” “Can you go and dig one up?” asked Iron Will, spreading his cum all over his large muscles. “We don’t bury them, my lord,” the guard explained, “we just throw the remains to the wolves.” “Do any of the wolves have cubs?” “Not anymore,” the guard said miserably. “Damn,” Iron Will growled. “Then you must bring me some more foals. Fresh foals.” “We will try, my lord,” said the guard. “Would you like for me to send up a made to help you clean up?” “I’m in the bath you stupid cunt.” “Yes but…” the guard bit his tongue when he saw Iron Will staring at him. “Never mind. Enjoy yourself, my lord.” The guard left through the bathroom door, leaving Iron Will to bathe in his own cum. IRON WILL RAPED A FOAL AND PULLED IT APART IRON WILL BATHED IN HIS OWN CUM IRON WILL SENT HIS FUCKING GUARDS TO THE VILLAGE. * When the guards arrived in Ponyville, they searched for a young foal, but no families seemed to have any. Iron Will had already fucked and killed them all. Then the guards came to a little redneck fucking hillbilly farm called Sweet Apple Acres. There was a toothless redneck horse kicking fucking trees who didn’t know how to speak. There was also a slightly less disgusting pony who wore a cowboy hat like fucking Raylan Givens. She was like John Wayne, only a pony and a bitch. “Do you have foals here?” asked the guard. “Uhh, we don’t grow foals here, only apples!” said the pony. “We came here looking for foals,” the guard said, “Iron Will demands a foal.” “Well, Iron Will is going to have to look elsewhere,” said the redneck girlslut pony. “There ain’t no foals on this here farm!” “Hey, Applejack?” Everyone looked around. A tiny little foal with red hair was walking out of the barn with two large buckets of apples. “Apple Bloom!” Applejack said, anxiously, running over to the foal. “I thought I told you to go and help your husband in the kitchen!” “Husband?” Apple Bloom was confused, “I don’t know what ya mean big sis!” “That is a foal, is it not?” asked the guard, pointing at Apple Bloom. “This is my sister,” Applejack said defiantly. “And she has a name.” “By order of Iron Will, I must take her into custody,” announced the guard, stepping forward. Applejack stepped in to block his path. “Wait just one second. You can’t just take my sister. She ain’t your property.” “When somepony tries to block, show them that you rock,” the guard delivered the Iron Will catchphrase in a mechanical, monotonous way, almost as if he was reciting a prayer in school. He reached forward and pushed Applejack away, but the cowgirl pony swivelled around and kicked him in the face with a pair of powerful legs. “Run Apple Bloom!” Applejack cried as four other guards pinned her down. Apple Bloom was already running, with two more guards hot in pursuit. The guard who Applejack kicked was missing several teeth. He took hold of the pony’s head in his hands and snapped her neck without a word. “Bring her body,” he said to the other guards, “Iron Will may wish to have his way with it.” As the two guards returned with Apple Bloom, the lead guard overlooked their departure, feeling as though he had just six of his teeth for absolutely no reason other than to bring an innocent young foal for Iron Will to spend ten minutes of his life fucking the brains out of. Was it really worth it? It was a question he would have to answer another time, as Fuckville loomed in the distance. The little foal started to shiver with fear. She was right to be scared.
The Sex DungeonChapter 2 “You DARE talk back to Iron Will you dirty fucking whoreslut?” Iron Will slapped the maid across the face and she stumbled backwards. She gazed up at the gigantic bull with tears in her eyes. “Oh no please, Mr Iron Will, I did nothing, nothing!” she backed against the wall as the minotaur advanced with his weapon of choice – a sixteen inch metal dildo that was coated in barbed wire. “Please, Iron Will, my family!” “FOR YOUR INSOLENCE IRON WILL IS GOING TO MURDER AND FUCK YOUR FAMILY!” Iron Will roared, “but first… we’re going to have some FUN!” They were all in Iron Will’s sex dungeon in Fuckville. From where she was, little Apple Bloom looked on in horror as a demonic grin appeared across Iron Will’s face as he seized the helpless maid and pulled her towards him. Trapped inside a small cage that was barely bigger than she was, there was very little she could do but quiver and fret for her own safety. Why had she been brought to this place? They said nopony who got taken to Fuckville ever came back, especially not foals. Oh Applejack! Why’d ah have to go and open my big mouth? She shut her eyes tight and tried to cry for her big sister’s murder, but the combination of fear and adrenaline that raged inside her body held back the tears. “No please- aaagh!” she was cut off as Iron Will opened up her mouth and peered inside. “Fucking pony teeth,” he said, “Iron Will fucking hate pony teeth. And yours displease Iron Will.” He reached in and grabbed one of her back molars. He wiggled it between his fingers until the root started to splinter in her gums. He gave a large tug and pulled the back molar out of her socket. She screamed in agony as blood rushed to the surface of the wound and started to trickle out of her mouth. The foul stench of tooth decay erupted from her gaping socket – a symptom of Iron Will’s tyrannical rule. Iron Will continued to explore her mouth, ripping out her teeth one by one and dropping them on the ground. Each time, the helpless maid screamed in agony. Between each extraction, she begged not for her own life, but for the lives of her family. She knew she was going to die – she had known that the moment she had questioned Iron Will’s orders to prepare his latest guest a fresh cum bath. Apple Bloom was the last foal in Equestria, after all – it was only fair that he savour the experience. “STOP YOUR FUCKING CRYING!” Iron Will roared at the maid, “IRON WILL DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT!” he reached into her mouth and grabbed her slippery tongue. With some effort, he tore the organ clean out of the pony’s mouth, causing a surge of blood to rush up from her oesophagus. The noise that emanated from her throat was little more than a vile gurgle as she slowly choked on her own blood. Apple Bloom felt sick as she watched Iron Will rubbing the maid’s tongue all over his huge cock. Is he going to put that thing inside her? She watched as Iron Will turned the pony around so that her flank was facing him and grabbed his sixteen inch barbed wire dildo. Apple Bloom held her breath. The poor maid had her hooves joined in prayer. “First lesson of being assertive,” Iron Will said, winking slyly at little Apple Bloom. “When somepony tries to pray, make their asshole spray!” and with a mighty roar, he jammed the dildo into the maid’s anal cavity. The maid let out a scream that churned Apple Bloom’s stomach. The razor sharp spikes on the barbed wire tore into the maid’s rectum. The stored faecal matter inside her rectum ran into the open cuts, stinging them violently as Iron Will twisted his weapon. Within seconds, her entire rectum was destroyed, and when Iron Will pulled the dildo out, a waterfall of liquid shit and blood poured out of her gaping asshole and pooled on the floor. Iron Will grabbed the maid’s face and pushed it into the mess, smearing her own blood and faeces all over her face. She coughed and gurgled. The smell of the blood-excrement cocktail churned Apple Bloom’s stomach and she could feel herself about to vomit, but she kept it down, for fear of drawing any attention to herself. Iron Will punched the maid in the face, giving her a black eye. He then forced his dildo down her throat, ripping into her gullet and tearing it open. At the same time, he took his pulsating bullhood and forced it up into the Maid’s ruined asshole. He pushed his penis up through her destroyed rectum, so that it was penetrating her large intestine, squelching against the noxious accumulation of blood and shit. “OH YEAH OH YEAH FUCKING BABY!” Iron Will cried as he fucked the maid in the ass with his cock and fucked her throat with his dildo. “HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?!” How do you like them apples? The words of Applejack resounded inside Apple Bloom’s head. What would her big sister do in this situation? She wouldn’t sit around doin’ nuthin, I’ve got to get out of here! With a burning sense of determination, Apple Bloom bucked violently and slammed her body against her cage. The bars shook, but didn’t break. She tried again, bashing her little body against the bars. Iron Will turned around to see what the little foal was doing. “What are you doing, little foal?” Apple Bloom didn’t respond. She turned around and slammed her back legs against the cage door with all her might. It opened out a few inches, but snapped back into place as the padlock prevented it from opening further. Iron Will started laughing as he slowed his sexual assault of the now rapidly dying maid. “You can’t escape, little pony. No escape for you! As soon as this slut is done, IRON WILL IS GOING TO ENJOY YOU!” he turned back to face the maid and accelerated his pace, fucking her with every ounce of strength he had. His penis started to expand inside her, forcing itself further up into her stomach. Her mangled intestines wrapped themselves around the length and girth of Iron Will’s enormous cock. He spat repeatedly into the maid’s face as he drew close to orgasm. Apple Bloom kicked her cage again. Her back hooves ached, but she could feel it starting to give. Just a few more. “YOU FUCKING BABY-SHITTING NAMELESS CUNT!” Iron Will roared, “YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACK OF WHORE PERIODS! YOU FUCKING WHORE ASS WASTE OF FLESH BONE AND CUNT! I FUCKING OWN YOU, YOU WHORE! YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU FUCKING CUNT!” As he screamed at the top of his lungs, he finally had his violent orgasm. Cum erupted from the end of his penis, blowing the maid’s head clean off her body. Driven by a fountain of gluey white cum, the maid’s severed head smashed against the ceiling and shattered into pieces, showering them both with blood and brain matter. Apple Bloom kicked the cage door again. The wood splintered and the lock started to break. One more should do it! “AAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHGHHHGHGH!” Iron Will bellowed, shaking the maid’s corpse in his hands. “YOU FUCKING FILTHY WHORE!” He withdrew his penis from the hollowed out body and cast it aside. He shook himself down. Apple Bloom kicked with all the strength in her little foal body. Her hooves slammed against the lock and broke it upon impact. The cage door swung open and Apple Bloom stepped out. Iron Will spun around with a horrified expression on his face. “YOU FUCKING STAY THERE!” Iron Will screamed as he started to lumber forwards, his huge cock dragging behind him, but Apple Bloom was already running. Iron Will chased her out of his sex dungeon and ran to the end of the corridor, but the little foal was nowhere to be seen. “Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” Iron Will sank to his knees and let out a long, scream of frustration. The little foal was gone.
Apple Bloom's escapeChapter 3 Apple Bloom scurried as fast as she could through the corridors of Iron Will’s castle, trying to retrace the steps she had taken to get in. As she approached the door to the main hall, she skidded to a halt as she saw two guards approaching her with spears. “There’s the foal!” one of the guards cried. “Get her!” They ran towards Apple Bloom, waving their spears like madmen, trying to jab at her. She ducked and rolled out of the way of one spear and kicked the guard who swung it as hard as she could in the leg. She felt a bone snap somewhere, and the guard went down, crying in agony. The second guard swung his spear out in an arc, slamming it into Apple Bloom and sending her rolling across the floor. Her flank was slightly grazed, but she was still intact. She rose to her feet and glared at her attacker. As his companion tried and failed to stand on his destroyed leg, the spear-wielding guard thrust his weapon at Apple Bloom, trying to skewer her. Apple Bloom moved light lightning, dodging her head to the side. The spear’s point hit the wall and jammed. Apple Bloom seized it with her hooves and twisted it out of the guard’s hands and threw it down the corridor. As the guard smiled and displayed a series of broken teeth, Apple Bloom knew that this was the same guard who had broken his sister’s neck. She snarled viciously, eyes narrowing. She rose upwards into a combat stance, back legs slightly apart with front hooves raised. The guard raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his companion who was too wounded to fight and seized his head between his hooves. “Wait!” protested the guard. Applejack’s killer snapped the guard’s neck instantly and let the dead pony fall to the group. “When somepony can’t fight, make ‘em say goodnight.” Apple Bloom glared at the guard. “You killed my sister!” “Because you ran,” said the guard, nonchalantly. “If you had just came along like a good little foal, then this wouldn’t have happened. Or that.” He jerked a hoof towards his dead companion, “you silly little foal. Why don’t we go back to the sex dungeon and wait for Iron Will?” “I’d rather die right now,” said Apple Bloom defiantly. “So what do you say? You and me, one on one?” The guard laughed, “silly little foal.” Apple Bloom tried to pace her breathing. She was aware that her heart rate was rapidly accelerating in an attempt to pump blood to her brain through constricted airways. She frowned angrily. Adrenaline coursed through her body and she hoped that the Krav Maga techniques that Rainbow Dash had taught her a couple of years ago would be enough to take this guard on. The guard lurched forwards, hooves aimed aimed for Apple Bloom’s throat. She raised her own forelimbs, trying to keep his away from her little neck. They struggled briefly, before Apple Bloom found some strength inside her, to hurl the guard the nearest wall. The little foal punched the guard twice in the stomach before her third was blocked. The guard punched Apple Bloom in the face and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her backwards into the opposing wall. Apple Bloom sank to the ground, dazed and in pain. The guard stepped forward, a devious smile spreading over his face as he drew a knife from the sheath on his leg. Apple Bloom squinted uneasily through blurry vision at the blade and felt the fear rising in her system. Her guts tightened. Fight or flight kicked in. As the knife-wielding guard approached her, Apple Bloom stood up in time and grabbed the pony’s wrist, just barely able to stop the blade from reaching her little heart. She used her free elbow to hit the guard across the face, knocking him back. Apple Bloom readied herself, dropping once more into a combat stance. The angry guard produced a second knife – this one was a push dagger, the sort that could be easily disguised as a suitcase handle. He advanced towards Apple Bloom with both knives to Apple Bloom’s none. Apple Bloom’s vision had returned to normal now, but her heart was still beating like a pair of insect wings, driving adrenaline through her small body. Time slowed to a crawl for her as the guard stepped forward and tried once more to stick Apple Bloom in the heart with his combat knife. Apple Bloom avoided the thrust and deflected the stallion’s follow-up strike with the push dagger. The guard aimed a slash at Apple Bloom’s throat with the folding knife. Apple Bloom snatched his wrist and twisted hard, sending pain through the pony’s body and forcing him drop the weapon. Apple Bloom let go of the man’s wrist and punched him in the face with her right hoof and then, while he was momentarily stunned, drove her back hoof as hard as he could into the guard’s groin, kicking his testicles up into his throat. He stepped backwards, clutching his broken groin with his free hoof and howling in pain. Her attacker temporarily disabled, doubled up and holding his injured groin with his free hoof, Apple Bloom slapped down his left hand, knocking the push knife free from his weakened grip. She kicked him in the shin, cracking the bone right up to his flank. The guard screamed in pain: disarmed, disabled and in more pain than he had ever felt in his life, the guard fell forwards onto his knees after being beaten by a foal half his size. Apple Bloom looked at the guard and said, “This is the part where you beg for mercy and tell me it was nothing personal.” She grabbed the guard, pulled him up and slammed against the floor, pinning him down by the throat. “Tell me how I get out of here.” “Fuck you, foal. I’m not telling you shit. You can’t do anything to me!” Apple Bloom punched the guard in the jaw, knocking loose yet more teeth. “Let’s try that again. How do I get out of this castle?” “Fuck you,” moaned the guard. His mouth bled violently. Apple Bloom punched the man in the stomach, causing him to cough terribly and spit blood. She pressed her hoof against his left eye, putting pressure on the orb. “You killed my sister; I already don’t like you. So why don’t you stop wasting my time and then maybe I won’t rip your eyes out? How do I get out of here?” The guard gave in. Between the pain and the humilation, there was no point fighting anymore. “There is no way out,” the guard breathed. “Iron Will has the only key.” Apple Bloom’s face drained of its colour. She dropped the man onto the ground, and then punched him in the face with enough power to crack the floor tiles as his skull slammed hard into the floor behind him. Unconsciousness was immediate and concussion was inevitable, the guard lay motionless on the ground. Apple Bloom stood up, exhaled deeply and brushed herself down. For a few seconds she just stood, looking at the two bodies lying in the corridor. She had to go back. She had to get that key, or die trying. As she started to trot back towards the sex dungeon, she didn’t expect the gas grenade to come rolling along the floor. “Oh shit…” she tried to say, but her brain shut down before she could finish, and she fell to the ground. Iron Will trudged towards the little foal, his cock having returned to normal size. He glanced down at the dead guards who lay next to her and shook his head. “Iron Will is disappointed, little foal. Iron Will wanted to be nice to you, but you had to run. Now Iron Will is going to make you pay.” He grabbed the Apple Bloom’s leg and dragged the sleeping foal back towards the sex dungeon.
Battle of WordsChapter 4 Apple Bloom opened her eyes slowly. The familiar smell of excrement wafted into her nostrils and she instantly felt herself gag. That’s when she realised, the corpse of the maid that Iron Will had killed earlier was still lying there in several pieces. Poor girl. Apple Bloom thought. She didn’t deserve that. The little foal glanced up at her hooves and saw that she was strapped against a wall by two metal cuffs. Her legs were free, but they didn’t seem to want to move when she tried twitching them. Side effects of the sleeping gas. “Glad you’re awake.” Apple Bloom looked to her left. She grimaced at the sight of Iron Will, sitting on a chair, stroking his large penis with a cruel smile on his face. His dick was limp and flaccid, nowhere near its full size. He peered at Apple Bloom with a perverse look on his face, stroking his cock. “You’ve got guts, foal,” Iron Will said. “But you should know that nopony gets away from Iron Will.” Apple Bloom didn’t say anything. “You scared, little filly?” asked Iron Will. Apple Bloom didn’t reply. Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be? But right now, her fear was submerged under a layer of rage that she felt for Iron Will. “Iron Will asked you a question!” snarled the bull, stroking his flaccid cock. “Are you scared?” “No,” replied Apple Bloom. Iron Will stood up, kicking his chair to one side. He grabbed his barbed wire dildo and held it close to the filly’s face. She turned away her head, but she didn’t cry out or squirm. “Iron Will is going to shove this inside your little foalcunt,” said Iron Will, “and you’re going to scream and cry and shit and piss yourself LIKE THE LITTLE FUCKING BABY ASS FUCKING WEAK FILLY THAT YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING FOAL BABY!” Apple Bloom trembled slightly, but she maintained her resolve, staring the bull in the face with an indomitable frown. “But first,” Iron Will said, holding the dildo against Apple Bloom’s throat, “Iron Will is gonna fuck you, the old fashion way.” He ran his fingers down Apple Bloom’s belly and started to touch her most sensitive area. She trembled slightly as his finger entered her underage vagina. He pushed it inside and struggled. He frowned: she was almost totally dry and normally by this point they were dripping with fear and excitement. “Get out,” Apple Bloom hissed. Iron Will glared at her. “Are you talking back to Iron Will?” “No,” Apple Bloom said evenly, “but my fillyhood isn’t for you to touch.” “Your FILLYHOOD?” Iron Will roared with a mixture of amusement and shock. “Well guess what? IRON WILL IS GOING TO OWN YOUR FUCKING LITTLE FILLYHOOD! BY THE TIME IRON WILL IS FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU WON’T HAVE A DAMN FILLYHOOD LEFT, YOU STUPID, FUCKING LITTLE BITCH ASS WHORE!” Iron Will stepped forward, taking his penis in his hand and pushed it up against Apple Bloom’s underdeveloped labia. As he pushed against her vaginal lips, his foreskin peeled back uselessly and his flaccid penis fell down. He stared down at his organ in amazement. “You supposed to do something with that thing?” Apple Bloom asked sweetly. “Cos I’m waitin.” “You’re, waiting?” the minotaur repeated in disbelief. “WAITING?” “I got nothing else left,” Apple Bloom said sincerely, “you killed my sister n’ everypony else I ever knew. I got nuthin’ left, so either kill me, or let me go, because I’m startin’ to get bored.” Iron Will stepped back. His flaccid cock just wasn’t getting hard. The little filly should have been begging for her life, but here she was telling him she basically didn’t give a shit? This wasn’t fun at all – who would have thought that the last foal in Equestria would have been such a party pooper? Iron Will got angry. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He channelled every ounce of rage that he had into his bullhood and started to stroke it again with his hand. With a tremendous scream, he stepped towards Apple Bloom once more and tried to force his penis up inside her. This time, it went in, and Apple Bloom’s vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. “AAARRRRGHHH!” Iron Will roared as he slammed his balls against Apple Bloom’s underage thighs, “IRON WILL’S GARGANTUAN COCK IS INSIDE YOU!” Apple Bloom squealed slightly as pain shooting through her frame. She grit her teeth against Iron Will fucked her, feeling of his large cock pulsating deep inside her, each thrust more painful than the last. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE FUCKED BY IRON WILL’S ENORMOUS PENIS?!” screamed Iron Will. “I’ve... had... bigger!” grunted Apple Bloom. It was a lie, but it was all she could do. Iron Will stopped thrusting. “Bigger?” “Yeah,” Apple Bloom breathed, “My Brother... Big McIntosh back when he was alive... he’s ten or fifteen times bigger than you and stronger too. I took his dick like a champ!” Iron Will’s face registered horror. “Bigger than IRON WILL? NO PONY IS BIGGER THAN IRON WILL!” Apple Bloom felt a curious sensation inside her. Suddenly, housing Iron Will’s huge penis became much less painful. Then when she looked down, she realised that it was shrinking. Despite the pain in her legs, she grinned. “My brother was,” Apple Bloom said, “in fact, I’ve seen colts with bigger dicks than what you got. It ain’t that impressive, Iron Will. You’re not half as manly as some of the colts I’ve seen.” “BLAAAAAAAARRGHAHSHSHHHGHHHGGHGHGHGH!!!!” Iron Will let out a hideous moan as he pulled his penis out of Apple Bloom. The young foal felt her vagina contract and was able to finally close her legs. Iron Will put his hands to his head and screamed, as if there was a tremendous pain raging inside his head. Apple Bloom saw her chance and went for the jugular: “You’re small Iron Will. Small. Ya got a small manhood and ya can’t even pleasure a filly. That’s a sad place to be in.” “NOOOOOO NOOOO IRON WILL IS THE FUCKING MAN! IRON WILL IS THE-” Apple Bloom watched as his penis started to shrivel up. It shrank to a point where it was no longer visible and all of his muscles started to reduce in size. The bull was shrinking rapidly as he staggered around the sex dungeon, losing his strength, his size and his manliness with every second. “I know you, Iron Will,” Apple Bloom said, wriggling her left hoof, trying to pull it free of the restraints, “you only feel hard when your victims are scared or weak. Well I ain’t scared of you, or your dildos. I ain’t got nothing to lose, but you sure as hell do!” She pulled her left hoof free and started working on her right. “You fuck kids because you think they’re weak. Well, I got news for you – we ain’t!” “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Iron Will as his manliness continued to dissipate into the air. “Heck, I’m more manly than you!” Apple Bloom declared, wriggling right hoof out of the cuffs. She dropped to the ground and looked on as the bull continued to shrink, “That first little filly you murdered, Sweetie Belle? My friend! She’s more of a man than you’ll ever be, and she’s dead!” “Noooo!” squeaked Iron Will, now barely bigger than Apple Bloom herself. “I am Iron Will! I am the manliest bull in the world!” “No,” said Apple Bloom, kicking the minotaur in the stomach, causing him to drop to his knees, “You’ve always been a pathetic, woman-hating kiddie fiddler. Now you’re a pathetic woman-hating kiddie fiddler with a tiny dick.” She rolled the minotaur over and pinned him to the ground. “No, stop!” Iron Will begged as Apple Bloom laid his head on the ground. “NOOOOOOOOO!” “And now,” Apple Bloom said as she lined up her hoof with his skull, “you’re gonna die.” “NO!” Iron Will pleaded, his voice now higher pitched than Apple Bloom’s, “I beg you, don’t do this, please!” “This is for my sister,” Apple Bloom grunted mercilessly as she brought her hoof down on the tiny bull’s head, splitting apart his skull like an egg. His brains exploded all over the floor and his skinny little body shrivelled up until it was barely even a skeleton. Apple Bloom looked down at the corpse impassively. “Somepony loves their crotch? Take em down a notch.”
EpilogueEpilogue It wasn’t easy, but after Apple Bloom vanquished Iron Will, things started slowly going back to normal. Iron Will didn’t have many guards in the first place, but most of them defected when they found out their boss was dead. Over the next few months, ponies from all over Equestria united together and started to rebuild their shattered country. Apple Bloom was granted temporary rule of the country, during which time, she oversaw the demolishment of Fuckville and the reconstruction of Canterlot. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Princess Celestia and Sweetie Belle were all given a proper burial, along with everypony else who died during Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage. Apple Bloom stayed in power until Equestria once again had a stable economy. After that, she formed a Workers Union and converted the country into a Democratic Socialist Republic, where the ponies of Equestria owned the surplus and there was no ruling class to eat the fruits of others’ labour. The society was fair and just, and everybody was happy. Equestria had gone from being a post-apocalyptic nightmare to a Socialist Utopia in the space of two years, and when everything was good, and nobody needed Apple Bloom to give orders, she renounced her title as Ruler of Equestria, and made sure that nobody else ever took it up either. Ponies started having foals again, and once again, the streets were filled with the laughter and happiness of young fillies and colts, who could walk around without the fear that Iron Will might come and take them away to be fucked and killed. By hammer and sickle, the nightmare was finally over, and Equestria once more at peace, life went on and harmony was once again in place. Long live, the Democratic Socialist Republic of Equestria! The End!
