Iron Will’s Foalcon Necrophilia Sex Rampage: The Prequel

Ch 3

Iron Will kept his sister’s dead body in the house for many weeks while it rotted away. He would return to it every few hours to assault it with his huge cock, ravaging her necrotic ass and using a fist to explore her insides. He cut holes in her stomach and fucked them. He gouged out her eyes and fucked the eye sockets, plunging his cock into her rotting brain.

Even when his sister’s putrefied corpse was alive with maggots, Iron Will still fucked her rotting asshole with his large cock. He pissed inside her mouth and drank his own piss from her mouth. He opened up her stomach and devoured all of her internal organs, and over a series of weeks, he kept shitting inside her opened stomach. When there was enough shit to fill out her entire body, he used the shit as a form of stuffing, turning her body into a morbid stuffed toy. After padding out her entire body with his own shit, he sewed her corpse up, so that she was a container full of his shit. Then, he dropped her out of the window of their house, so that she exploded when she hit the concrete below, showering the entire street in shit.

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Iron Will escaped Manechester that night and fled to Manehattan, thousands of miles away. Once in Manehattan, Iron Will joined up with the Equestrian Army, where his tremendous strength and violent nature were accepted and revered by his squad mates. Each time he entered the battlefield, he cut down his opponents mercilessly, leaving no survivors.

He was quickly promoted into the Special Forces, where he undertook numerous covert operations across the globe. One of which was a Black Op in Straddle Arabia.

*

The carrier plane soared through the sky at high altitude: at over 35,000 feet, they were well above enemy radar.

Iron Will slid the ammunition clip into his SIG Sauer P226 and holstered the pistol. Sitting around him were his squad mates, the ponies who made up the core of their elite unit, Delta One-Niner.

The first was Crimson Thunder, a dark furred pegasus with a blood-red mane was their aerial recon expert. A former Wonderbolt before joining Special Forces, he was one of the fastest fliers in Equestria and one of the best close-quarter fighters Iron Will had ever worked with.

Next was Buck Chuck, a tan earth pony from Manehattan who claimed to be a demolitions expert. Iron Will had never seen him without a thick cigar in his mouth.

Finally, there was Sealing Shield, a unicorn from some hick town out west. He was surprisingly well educated and was a master of telekinesis. He was an excellent sharp shooter, and never went anywhere without his fifty calibre Arctic Warfare Magnum.

“I hope you boys are suited up,” said their pilot, through the intercom, “’cos it’s time to jump.”

Crimson Thunder rose up and lowered the plane’s ramp. A gush of air swept into the holding area as the other Special Forces operatives strapped on their jumping gear. Crimson Thunder had no need for a parachute or an oxygen mask, but the other three required at least the former and preferably the latter.

Iron Will stood next to Crimson Thunder and gave him a subtle nod. “Let’s get this over with.”

Crimson Thunder jumped first, tucking his wings against his back as he began his descent through 35,000 feet of air. Iron Will and the other two followed, leaping from the ramp and letting the air hit their bodies. They reached terminal velocity in seconds.

Crimson Thunder accelerated his falling speed. The former Wonderbolt fell with almost no resistance to his sleek body, cutting effortlessly through the air with his blade-like wings.

They were less than a few thousand feet from the ground, having fallen for almost a full three minutes when Iron Will and the two wingless ponies opened their parachutes. Their descent slowed to a measly twenty feet per second and they landed on the ground softly, half a mile from their target. Crimson Thunder was already there when they landed and had scouted the area.

“The village isn’t guarded,” said Crimson Thunder, “Target is in the only big house. Should be a cakewalk.”

Iron Will nodded and drew back the slide of his pistol, “let’s spill some guts.”

The squad advanced towards the village. There was hardly anypony out on the streets at this time of night, but the four strangers were met with curious glances from the few that were, especially the horned minotaur.

Iron Will started to sweat.

Who were all these strange looking ponies with thick moustaches and beards? Why were they staring at him? Had they never seen a minotaur before?

Just as they reached the large house they were supposed to blow up, a young foal pointed at Iron Will and called out, “OH NO IS THE DEVIL!”

“HORNED DEMON!” screamed another pony at the sight of the huge, horned beast.

Chaos erupted on the streets, a jeep full of Taliban ponies trundled through the village, firing at Iron Will and his squad with a mounted machine gun.

Iron Will, Buck and Sealing took cover behind a stack of crates while Crimson Thunder flew up into the air to draw their fire.

Rage swept over Iron Will and he ran out from behind his cover and unloaded a series of shots from his pistol at the turban wearing ponies in the jeep. He saw three skulls explode in a burst of blood when the .40 calibre slugs slammed into their heads. Ponies were running around screaming. Iron Will squeezed off more shots, gunning down innocent villagers.

He pulled around an assault rifle and unloaded it down the length of the village, hitting fleeing ponies in the backs of their legs, their flanks and stomachs. He riddled their bodies with bullets from his assault rifle.

“Iron Will – stop!” screamed Crimson Thunder. “You’ll blow our cover!”

“Somepony tells you to stop,” Iron Will said, a mad haze washing over him, “FUCKING BLOW YOUR TOP!” he unloaded his entire magazine into Crimson Thunder’s body, then turned around and annihilated both Buck and Sealing before either pony could do a thing about it.

Iron Will ran through the village, spraying bullets at the weak, turban wearing ponies.

“FUCKING RAG HEADS!” screamed Iron Will, “I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU DOWN!” He could feel his dick getting harder and harder as he saw a wounded little foal lying in the middle of the street, screaming for its mother. Iron Will scooped up the foal and drove his cock deep inside its little foal ass.

IRON WILL FUCKING PUMMELLED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THE FUCKING HELPLESS LITTLE FUCKING RAG HEAD TALIBAN FOAL. FUCKING IRON WILL FUCKED THE FOAL UNTIL HIS ASS SHAT BLOOD ALL OVER HIS FUCKING COCK AND THEN IRON WILL SHAT ALL OVER THE FOAL’S DIRTY FUCKING WHORE VIOLATED CORPSE.

Iron Will thrust his cock through a fucking BUILDING and fucked the building, raping its little whore fucking windows and then broke in and fucked a 3 month old little foal baby until he caved its head in with his big fucking cock.

Iron Will sprayed bullets at every fucking inferior rag head wearing pony from another race. He broke bones, shattered skulls, fucked dead bodies and anally raped innocent babies while they screamed and begged for mercy. Iron Will annihilated every fucking pony in the village until his dick became so big and hard that it was about to reach breaking point.

He took the body of a screaming foal and wrapped it around his dick. He squashed the baby foal against his huge pulsating cock, rubbing it with blood, shit and bile as it grew harder and harder until eventually, a river of cum erupted from the end of his dick, flooding the entire town in thick, juicy cum.

The town became a lake of cum and Iron Will fucking owned it. He shouted from the rooftops:

“IRON WILL FUCKING RAPES, FUCKS AND KILLS ANYTHING THAT FUCKS WITH HIM!”

He screamed some more:

“WHEN RAG HEADS CALL YOU DEVIL, SEND THE FUCKERS TO HELL!”

Iron Will realised that he was more of a man than his father had ever been. He was the biggest fucking man ever. He had the biggest dick, the biggest arms and the ability to eradicate an entire village with his dick. He was an unstoppable, merciless force of destruction that could not be beaten in combat.

So he left the army, returned to Manehattan and became a motivational speaker, teaching his father's sex mantras to other ponies to help them become more manly.

BECAUSE IRON WILL IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING MAN IN THE WHOLE FUCKING UNIVERSE.