Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage 3: Iron Will Sodomises foals with a Barbed Wire Dildo

Chapter 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.