¿Parqua?

Twilight flapped her overgrown wings in a brief nervous fit, anxious for what came next. "This isn't gonna hurt, it it?" she asked, so naive and stupid.

Parqua smiled benevolently, moving his grasping-appendages to reveal the barbed club that was his penis. "Pain is just autism leaving the body," he explained in a motherly tone. "Besides, this won't hurt a bit."

Twilight wiped a few tears from her eyes, knowing that she'd never see her friends again after this, but she couldn't back down now. Not with so much on the line. "Okay," she practically whispered. "I'm ready."

"Of course you are," replied Parqua, easily hearing her with his ultra ears, and sounding as smug as ever. Then, without warning, and faster than a hundred hedgehogs, he moved forward and flipped the princess pony on her back. She let loose a squeal of fear, which turned into a pained moan as her spine impacted the wooden floor of the library.

Parqua loomed over her in a dominating position, lust gleaming in his eyes. He reached down and pulled the lavender skin flaps on Twilight's belly aside to reveal a gleaming crevasse, already damp with pre-sex-sludge. Though Twilight wasn't so sure about this, her body knew what it wanted, and her primary sex glands inside each hoof roiled in anticipation, spewing copious amount of goo into her blood stream and causing her hooves to bloat, filled to the brim with the viscous liquid. A putrid musk wafted from Twilight's opening, smelling like a dead skunk that has just released its bowels.

Seeing her tummy cavern exposed like this, Parqua couldn't help but shudder, a few drops of urine dripping from the engorged opening at the tip of his dick. He took a deep whiff of her feminine scent, basking in the stinging sensation in his inner nostrils, and his eyes began to tear up, as though he'd just smelled an onion. The dripping quickly became much more potent, as the lube glands in his testicles began pumping a slick liquid down the course of his many dick tunnels. It excreted from his foreskin, coating the flesh snake in an oily shell.

Finally, unable to hold himself back any longer, he lunged forward slamming the serrated head of his member into her no-no zone, eliciting a cry of pain from the purple one as the skin in her most sensitive area was shredded. His hedgehog-like dick went to work, removing thin flakes of skin like a cheese grater, revealing the primary birthing canal that lay beneath all the flesh. Blood and a black, tar-like goo pooled around his dick as he stirred it around inside her as though she was a cauldron of soup.

All through this, Twilight had been screaming and thrashing, the agony of having her privates eviscerated causing her to writhe on the floor like a worm, but Parqua was much stronger than her and easily held her down. It seems he had lied when he told her it wouldn't hurt. At least, he'd mostly lied.

Now that he'd had his fun cleaving, perforating, and thoroughly shredding her insides, it was time to get this boat on the road. No more dilly dallying. The tip of Parqua's dick split open as dozens of syringe-like heads poked their way through the skin, and his poison glands quickly went to work, pumping enough neurotoxin into each one to kill a hundred pony princesses.

With a pleased grunt he thrust his chest forward, pushing his penis that has been on his chest all along, into her gaping stomach cavity. The needles easily pierced her desecrated hide, plunging their full length into her tender flesh, spewing a milky-white liquid into her insides. Twilight's struggling almost instantly became more calm, and within moments she was completely motionless. Most of her nerves were dead at this point, and her brain was slowly shutting down as the neurotoxin made its way through her body. This was the end for Twilight Sparkle.

But Parqua wasn't finished just yet. He pulled his dripping dick from her corpse and it rolled up like a lawn hose, fitting snugly in a kangaroo-esque flesh sack on his chest as a second appendage rolled out. This one had a flayed tip, looking like an elongated star-nosed mole. It quickly became erect as blood pumped through it, allowing it to easily stretch more than three feet out. The little fingers on the tip wiggled in anticipation, and Parqua didn't feel like making them wait. With practiced precision, he rammed his rod into Twilight's dripping flesh canyon with a splash of blood and goo, the little fingers digging through the mound of blood-saturated skin flakes until they reached her birthing canal. Once inside, they clawed into the walls with their fingernails, latching on as the tips of the fingers split open.

The entire appendage pumped and bulged as balls the size of chicken eggs were pushed down its shaft and ejected from the tips of the fingers into Twilight's body. It kept this up for minutes, filling her with dozens of round, transparent Wingus eggs, each hosting a tiny Parqua fetus inside. Once he'd finished blowing his load, he pulled back, panting and covered in sweat.

He took a seat nearby, wiping the sweat from his forehead and foreskin as he admired his work. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked at Twilight, split open like a leaking, jelly-filled donut. A job well done! It really made him feel good knowing he was finally able to fulfill his goal in life. With a smile on his face, and joy in his heart, he lay down for sleep, never to wake again. He was content, though, knowing that in eight weeks the eggs would hatch and the cycle would begin anew. Amen.