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

Chapter 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.