Condemned

Twilight strolled through the large courtyard of the mansion late in the evening, walking past a beautiful garden and stone statues of regal looking ponies, but didn't stop to take in the view. She headed straight for the large oak doors of the mansion instead, her horn glowing with a dim purple light as she took hold of the door knocker in her magic and slammed it against the structure.

The door opened a few moments later, a light green pony with a pinkish mane answering it. She was dressed in a stereotypical french maid outfit, black and white, with black and white stripped socks on each legs. She shouldn't have been surprised that he'd have such a dress code for his home staff.

"May I help you?" the unicorn said, then widened her eyes, "Oh my are you Princess Twilight Sparkle? To what do I owe the hon-"

A violet shimmer covered the pony's head as Twilight grabbed her with her magic and twisted hard. She wasn't that adept at snapping necks, but with telekinesis, you didn't have to be. All she had to do was keep turning until it popped, and it almost got all the way around before it did. The maid dropped to the ground, convulsing where she lay, her neck bent at an impossible angle. Her eyes open wide in shock at what the princess had done, blood began to pool in her maw, bubbling over and starting to pool around her head.

Politely closing and locking the door behind her, Twilight calmly stepped over the maid, leaving her to slowly choke to death on her own blood. She paused though, turning back and looking the twitching body over, and carefully used her magic to tug the black and white striped socks off of the pony's four legs, instead slipping them onto her own four legs.

Smirking slightly, she headed into the house proper. She walked through the entrance hall, not even bothering to take in the sculptures and pompous paintings of the primary resident. Many of these mansions in Canterlot were the same; the wealthier residents tended to do what the most popular of them did rather than becoming creative with their homes. She headed up the long winding staircase, up to another hall, and then stood in front of the bedroom door.

There was no light or sound from inside, and when she went to turn the doorknob it didn't budge. Not that a silly lock was going to stop her now. She twisted the knob just as she'd twisted the maid's neck, snapping it off with a loud clank and then pushing the door open. Twilight left her saddlebags at the door, and made her way inside.

Inside, Blueblood lay quietly in his grand bed, silken sheets and blankets keeping him comfortable and the moonlight from the tall windows lighting up the bed. Twilight was amused, but not surprised, to find the fashion whore Fluer de Lis snoozing peacefully across from him, no doubt after an evening of fun. Hmmm... this could work even better than planned. Twilight's form shimmered and reformed into nearly the same shape, but with a bit of a surprise added beneath in the form of a thick sheath.

Twilight pulled the cover slowly off of Fleur, then carefully covered her new victim's head with her magic, just as before. This time instead of twisting, however. she suddenly jerked the unicorn out of the bed, letting her thump hard on the floor instead. Fleur awoke with a start, but found her muzzle tightly clenched shut with Twilight's magic as the alicorn moved to stand over her. Fleur found her entire body frozen with the strength of Twilight's telekinesis, helplessly looking up at her tormentor.

"This is what I'm going to do, cock sleeve," whispered Twilight, "I'm going to fuck you with my magic dick, then I'm going to snuff out your pathetic whore life, then I'm going to do the same to your pansy ass fuck toy over there."

Twilight leaned down, sliding between Fleur's bucking legs, loosening her magic enough that she could feel the beautiful unicorn's body writhe against her. She panted, running her tongue slowly up Fleur's face as she allowed her own shaft to spill from its sheath, becoming plump and then throbbing against Fleur's belly.

Sliding her hips back, she carefully aimed her futa meat against her, nudging up against the unwilling pussy, feeling the labia stretch as she slowly pushed in, displacing a load of spunk that had already been deposited there as she entered. She began to stroke her hips, slowly pushing in, inching in with each stroke, and not ceasing until her belly came to meet her victim's with a smack.

"Oh you slut," whispered Twilight, "How many times has he had you tonight? Or was it even just him?"

Fleur's face glowed red with both blushing and anger as she struggled against the alicorn. She strained hard to lash out at Twilight, succeeding in coming inches from Twilight's face with a few front kicks, her hind legs bucking uselessly around Twilight's hips. Twilight just chuckled, barely keeping herself quite enough not to wake Blueblood, then moaned ever so softly as she leaned down to hotly kiss the mare beneath her. She forced her tongue deep into her muzzle, forcing her teeth apart and lapping at her throat.

Twilight wasn't trying to take her time, so she came within minutes of entry. She arced her back, biting hard on Fleur's tongue in an effort to keep from crying out, causing the mare to jerk her head back desperately and whine even through the magical dampening field. Twilight rammed her hips several more times, packing a thick load of pony cream into Fleur's well used cunt, pumping her full to overflowing, then jerking herself back out and letting her softening shaft flop about.

"And now part two." said Twilight.

Twilight picked Fleur up by the head with her magic, holding her high above the floor so that her feet dangled and kicked. Suddenly objects from all over the room glowed with the same shimmer and flew at Fleur, striking her hard, hovering about, then smacking into her from another direction. Books, statues, ornaments, crystal from the chandelier, all slammed into her. Next Twilight's magic shimmered against one of the nearby windows, breaking it into shards that flew through the air and sliced Fleur's beautiful white fur into ribbons.

Yet as much as it seemed she was, Twilight wasn't trying to kill her. She waited until she had beaten her prey to within an inch of her life, and well past unconsciousness, and then dropped her and all the bludgeoning and slicing tool to the floor with a loud clatter. Twilight's form shimmered again, the cock disappearing in a flash and leaving her female again.

Needless to say, Blueblood was awake now, and when Twilight turned around, she found him sitting up in bed, staring in disbelief at what he saw, his mouth hanging open dumbly. His eyes flicked to Twilight, then to the bleeding Fleur draped out on the floor in a pile of glass, then back to Twilight as he slowly started to back off the bed.

"Did I wake you up?" Twilight asked, "I'm so sorry."

She chuckled and grappled his hindquarters with her magic to push him back onto the bed, then slammed him onto the bed. His legs were forced to sprawl outward as he was pinned on his back, and Twilight slowly moved to straddle his hips, sitting cowgirl style atop him with her hot slit drooling against his sheath.

"P-princess Twilight?" asked Blueblood, "What are you doing here? Why did you do that to Fleur? Why... why are you about to have sex with me...?"

"Because killing makes me horny," said Twilight, "Don't complain, at least you get one last lay before you die."

"What? No! You can't do that I'm Prince Blueblood!" Blueblood gasped, then cried out, "Help!"

She couldn't have any passerbys hearing that yet, so she snapped Blueblood's muzzle shut as she had Fleur's. His pleas for help quickly devolved into strained whines and grunts. He even started to tear up, and Twilight leaned forward to lick some of the delicious tears from his face.

All this time her hips rolled against him, pressing her purple pussy against Blueblood's sheath and shaft once it poured out from its home. He couldn't help but get hard with a mare atop him giving him the royal treatment, so it wasn't long until Twilight was able to push his tip against her cum hole and sink slowly onto his shaft, adjusting to his rather average size easily and continuing to sink until their bellies slapped and her bottom settled against his balls.

"There we go, I'll get off nicely with that stretch," said Twilight, "Hm, rather not let you get off to be honest."

She began to roll her hips rapidly against him, sliding his shaft in and out of her juicy hole, sex sap drooling down his balls and onto the bed. She reached both hooves behind her, leaning back as she continued to bounce herself, and grabbed his balls between his hooves. She then squeezed them as hard as she could, causing Blueblood to let out a muffled scream, now outright sobbing like a foal. His cock still stayed hard for Twilight due to her expert motions, but she tormented him just enough so that she knew he wouldn't get the pleasure of blasting his seed into her purple princess pussy.

Finally she felt her orgasm coming on, and leaned back forward to prop against his chest. She cried out, not even seeming to care that someone might hear her outside at this point, and continued to roll her hips as her spastic cunt splattered juice all over Blueblood's belly and bruised balls. She panted softly, then casually pulled herself off the unsated shaft, allowing it to smack against his belly and begin to grow soft.

Twilight released Blueblood slightly so she could listen to him sob, then looked back where her saddlebag laid. She pulled a butcher knife that she had obtained from the Golden Oaks library, and floated it over to the bed as she slipped off of Blueblood. She showed Blueblood the knife, then completely released him from her telekinesis.

"Please don't!" was all Blueblood could get out before his words were replaced with screams, the first one alone so ear-shattering that he went hoarse afterwards.

Twilight thrusts the knife into one of his nuts, spearing it against his body and sinking the blade deep. Yanking it upwards across his body with her powerful magic, it sliced off his cock on the way up. She then drew the gash upwards through his belly, his chest, and didn't stop until the valley of blood and sliced organs extended from crotch to neck. At this point, he couldn't scream if he wanted to as she rammed the blade into each of his lungs, then watched gleefully as he began to suffocate.

Finally she was done with the pitiful colt, so she drew the knife back and slammed it into his head. It was shoved into his right eye, slicing through his brain and lodging against the back of his skull. She released it, and left the evidence to be found. She then stood tall on the bed, turning to face away from him and raising her tail.

Twilight relaxed her bladder, allowing a stream of thick yellow urine to stream down onto Blueblood's freshly minted corpse. It splashed over his face, forming a puddle in his open maw, then flowed down into his organ cavity as she filled that as well. Drenching him for several minutes before she tapered off, she left a thick puddle of blood and piss inside his chest cavity.

"A fitting end," Twilight chuckled.

She heard someone having burst in downstairs and screaming about the dead maid. She just grinned, then teleported away with a flash. Taking several jumps to get far enough away, she finally found herself outside of the city. She finally relaxed and allowed her facade to break. Her entire form shimmered as she returned to her true form, that of Queen Chrysalis.

One might assume that it would be rather easy to tell the difference between a changeling and a real pony, and as far as the government in Equestria knew, it was. A shield at the entrance to the city now automatically scanned for changelings, yet Chrysalis had passed freely through it as Twilight, visible to all. She would have then been seen lurking about Blueblood's mansion for the day, and struck at night, slaughtering two ponies and 'accidentally' leaving Fleur barely alive so she could be a witness.

So how did she do this?

Chrysalis had found a way to use material from a pony's own body as an added component before changing, causing a much more convincing image of the pony, even down to the color of their magic, or at least a good enough approximation to fool casual viewing of them. She had retrieved these things easily, sneaking into her home and clipping bits of fur off as she slept. She had also arranged to do this on a day she knew Twilight planned to pull an all-nighter at the Palace of the Royal Sisters' library in Everfree, with no one with her since Spike had been called to Canterlot. It was the perfect storm of convenience.

No one would want to believe Twilight did such a thing, but the evidence was going to be overwhelming.