Condemned

Leaving Gilda to rot on her bedroom floor, the group went back to their camp site, had their nightly orgy, and slept well that night.

Early the next day they were all cuddled up as they had been the previous morning, all awake but relaxing, when Rainbow Dash suddenly perked up her ears and peered into the distance.

"Someone's coming," said Rainbow, "Off in the distance... one, two, three, four pegasai."

"They're coming our way?" asked Twilight. Not even she had the eyesight that Rainbow had.

The group started to rise up, shaking the drowsiness off as they all looked in the direction Rainbow was.

"Yeah I think so," said Rainbow, "It's... wait what? They're Wonderbolts, they're in their outfits and everything."

"You said they worked for Celestia," said Toxic, "Think we can take em? Or maybe we should teleportal to be safe?"

"But how did they know where we were?" asked Shroud.

"Right," said Twilight, "Everyone stick together and I'll raise a shield. We can take them I think if they choose to attack, or I can teleport us if I think we can't. We'll see what they have to say."

Twilight stood there in front, the other three lurking behind her, all eyes focused on the four Wonderbolts that approached. As they neared, it became more apparent who they were. It was Spitfire, Soarin', Fleetfoot, and Surprise.

"Why would they send Wonderbolts after us?" asked Rainbow.

"We'll find out soon enough," said Twilight, focusing a shield over the the four friends.

The four Wonderbolts landed a good one hundred meters away, perhaps hoping to not spook them too badly, and walked the rest of the way. They paused about ten meters from the group, their formation matching the group's, Spitfire in front and others behind.

"How did you find us?" Twilight cut to the chase.

Spitfire sighed, "There's a tracking device in Rainbow Dash, it took us a while to home in, but we're here, and not for the reason you might thing."

"We're listening," said Twilight simply.

"Celestia and the mage guild did some extra research in light of your recent rescue," said Spitfire, "Look I don't understand the details, but they used the readings of the magical residue from when you fooled the sensors and compared some things. They discovered anomalies and found that you couldn't have been the one to kill Blueblood." Spitfire sighed, "The bottom line is that you're being offered a pardon. We know you killed the one guard captain during your rescue... but in light of other things they're willing to let you pass on the time you've already lived in exile."

"Why did they send you?" asked Rainbow.

Spitfire shrugged, "They thought you'd react more friendly to us, I suppose."

"They're offering me clemency now?" chuckled Twilight, "After all they've put me through? No. I don't accept."

"What?" Spitfire raised one eyebrow. The others behind her seemed to head tilt as well, "Why would you not accept?"

"Because you see," Twilight said, "I haven't just killed the guard captain. I've had to do a lot of things to survive out here, and I've had to kill a few ponies. And I've quite enjoyed it."

"Why... would you tell me this?" asked Spitfire.

"First we killed Apple Fritter and Braeburn," said Twilight, "Then Zecora to get the Alicorn Amulet for me, then little Applebloom when she walked in at the wrong time while we were killing Zecora."

"Wait you did that?" Spitfire flared her wings slightly, "They had decided to blame the zebra and filly on Chrysalis, and didn't even know about the other two. Why are you telling me this?"

"You killed Applebloom?" Rainbow blinked from behind Twilight, "Hard core..." Her wings flared up too, though for a different reason than Spitfire's.

"And then we killed Gilda just yesterday," said Twilight, "But we did that mostly to get Rainbow broken in to killing. It was fun to watch her get into it."

Spitfire and the other Wonderbolts just stared.

"Why am I telling you this?" asked Twilight, "Because you're not leaving here alive. I'm going to send your severed heads back to that whore Celestia as my answer to her 'pardon'." Pause, "Rainbow Dash, is that okay with you?"

"I call Spitfire," was Rainbow's response.

"I call the stallion," said Twilight.

"I got the one with the crazy yellow hair," Toxic said.

"Eh," said Shroud, "It doesn't matter. I'll take the last one."

None of the Wonderbolts had anything to say to this, completely dumbfounded as the group casually discussed which of them they each wanted to kill. When it became obvious that they weren't kidding, Spitfire flared her wings further, taking a step closer and then seeming to ponder her situation. She knew how powerful Twilight was....

"Flee!" Spitfire ordered her team.

It was too little too late. The pegasai weren't but a few feet off the ground, flying in different directions, before Twilight's magic held them still, frozen in their take off poses. Twilight didn't waste any time, and one at a time, their outstretched wings twisted about, the grotesque noise of snapping bones filling the air before each pegasai screamed and dropped to the ground in turn. Lest they started to run away, Twilight quickly turned to their legs as well, cries of pain once again washing over their ears as legs began to snap one at a time. Before long, every Wonderbolt slumped to the ground, six broken limbs, completely helpless before the groups perverse plans.

"Ohmygosh this is so awesome!" Rainbow Dash squealed.

Rainbow was the first to run out from under Twilight's protective shield, grabbing a knife from their equipment cart and head towards Spitfire. It seemed that the combination of Twilight's influence and the corrupting medallion had had even faster influence on Rainbow Dash than Twilight had hoped. She even initially forgot to ask Twilight for the spell to get her a rape stick, so Twilight cast it on her as she was walking, causing her to almost fall over. Rainbow recovered, peaked under herself to admire the magical cock once again, then walked up to where Spitfire was slumped over, grinning widely at her.

"What the fuck Rainbow?" said Spitfire, "We were here to help!" She saw the knife in Rainbow's maw and cringed, "Whoa now!

"There's only one fuck I'm interested in right now," said Rainbow from around the knife hilt in her muzzle.

Rainbow kicked Spitfire hard in the side, rolling her over onto her back, making her cringe more as the extra weight was put on her broken wings. Rainbow reached her maw down and sliced Spitfire's skin tight uniform, leaving a bleeding cut from her belly button to her ass, and opening the suit for Rainbow to get to what she wanted. She took a moment to admire Spitfire's slit as the Wonderbolt attempted to back away, and her cock reacted to the sight immediately. She moved her front hooves to pin Spitfire's shoulders down, moving her body over Spitfire's, and pressed her throbbing organ against the waiting, unwilling pussy of her lifelong hero.

"I... I was going to make you my successor," Spitfire panted out, trying to think of anything to keep Rainbow from proceeding.

That just made Rainbow angry, "I wasn't gonna do that from my dungeon cell now was I? I sure didn't see you supporting me until you were ordered to!"

Rainbow's cock pushed Spitfire's slit open, slipping into the moist reaches of her tunnel, and rammed deep, slamming against the entrance to her womb and then beginning to thrust heavily, repeatedly slamming her tip against the back. Spitfire's eyes got wide, taken deeper than she had ever been before, and her pussy began to milk Rainbow whether she wanted it to or not, suckling the massive boner and begging for its fuck juice.

It might have been something Spitfire could have enjoyed were it not for all her broken limbs, splaying out her legs to try to keep Rainbow from bumping into them. Of course Rainbow did anyway, slamming her hooves repeatedly against Spitfire's forelegs and wings, Rainbow's own wings extended stiffly out from her arousal.

Spitfire saw a chance and lunged her head for the blade in Rainbow's maw, trying to push around the blade to grab for the hilt. She only ended up getting another bleeding gash down the side of her face, followed rapidly by several hard punches to her nose, Rainbow hitting her until it cracked and blood poured down her face.

Rainbow glared down at Spitfire, her thrusting becoming faster in her anger, pounding through into Spitfire's womb and continuing to hammer, sending shots of pain up through Spitfire's body now. As she watched Spitfire arch her back and cry out in pain, Rainbow lunged the knife forward again. It lodged in Spitfire's left eye, popping it into a puddle of puss and blood, then twisting it to make sure the eye was ruined. Spitfire let out another scream as Rainbow did the same to her other eye, depriving her hero of any remaining ability to resist.

Spitfire shrieked in agony as she tried to bring her front hooves to her face, only hurting herself more in the process. Rainbow felt Spitfire's body writhe beneath her, spasms running through her pussy and rolling up and down Rainbow's shaft, and Rainbow couldn't hold it in. She came violently within the sopping wet, bleeding pussy, ramming her cock to the back of Spitfire's womb and packing her seed in as said womb ballooned up, swelling Spitfire's belly until she almost looked pregnant, then backwashing to flood back out from around the penetration.

"Fuck yes!" Rainbow almost dropped the knife, "This is so fucking hot!"

"I thought you liked us!" screeched Spitfire "You fucking deranged... psycho... bitch!"

"Mmmph," said Rainbow as she slowly came down from her orgasm, "I do like you... but that just makes it better somehow."

Rainbow was tempted to slice Spitfire open right there to feel her pussy convulse, but she had already felt that with Gilda, so she decided to try the other hole. Yanking her cock from Spitfire's well-raped cunt, she pushed it against her asshole instead. Forcing her cock in deep, she bottomed out on the first thrust and stretched out the walls of Spitfire's intestines to go deeper.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Rainbow, "But it's just so amazing I can't stop!"

Rainbow was so horny that it felt like her cock might burst. She began rapidly thrusting into Spitfire's ass, her hips a blur of speed as the splat splat splat of bodies smacking together filled the air. She had to strain hard not to go off in ten seconds flat, the whole experience so much more than she every imagined it could be. She rolled her eyes back and moaned, almost dropping her knife again, then gripping it tightly instead.

She made a slashing motion with the blade, gliding over Spitfire's throat. The slash left a bleeding gash as Spitfire's throat was cut, and a split second later there was a spray of blood as Spitfire's artery burst. Rainbow finally dropped the knife as she moaned again, leaning over and letting the blood spray into her face. Jets of blood sprayed upwards in time with Spitfire's rapid pulse as the Wonderbolt gurgled her last garbled scream.

"Fuck yes!" cried Rainbow, "I'm murdering Spitfire! This is so awesome!"

Rainbow rubbed her hero's blood over her body with both fore hooves, savoring ever moment. She leaned forward and cupped her muzzle over the wound as the jets became steadily less, suckling and guzzling at Spitfire's life juice as the pegasus finally began to convulse in her death throws.

As Spitfire's ass exploded in clenching convulsions, Rainbow let herself go over, wanting Spitfire to feel her ass getting pumped full of fuck juice before she faded away. Rainbow packed it in hard with several more hard thrusts, then pulled her head back to look at Spitfire's eyes. She licked her lips, savoring every moment as she watched the life fade from her eyes. Pulling her cock out with a lewd slurp, she looked about to see how the others were faring.

Twilight left herself au naturel for this one, strolling casually over to Soarin', who was still rather pathetically trying to crawl away on four broken legs, grunting and clenching his teeth with each movement. Twilight pulled him back towards her with her magic by his tail, dragging his broken limbs across the ground and making him tear up.

"You don't have to do this..." Soarin' said.

"No I don't have to do this," said Twilight, "But I want to." She smiled. "You know I'm quite fond of raping males. It reminds me of my first time. You should be thankful I chose y"

Twilight's magic took hold of Soarin' again, unzipping his uniform and neatly removing it from his body, though not being gentle at all with his broken limbs in the process. He was near sobbing by the time he was nude. She pinned him onto his back much like Rainbow had done Spitfire, but straddled him cowgirl style, clenching her legs about his hips and slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock, getting him nice and hard whether he wanted or not.

Soarin' groaned as Twilight rolled her hips and pushed his tip against her entrance. She slipped herself down onto his shaft, causing him to instinctively thrust his hips upwards, starting to pump into her silky cock sleeve. It felt nice to be stretched, and he wasn't exactly small, but Twilight frowned at the fact he was enjoying himself. Instead, she casts another spell, morphing the inside of her cunt, hardening into rough edges.

Suddenly Soarin' felt as if he were pushing his cock into a bucket of rocks more than a pussy, and as Twilight clamped down her tunnel to begin milking at his shaft, he cried out in pain instead of bliss. Twilight grinned, her magic washing over him and not allowing him to go soft, quickening her motions and grinding the rock hard surface over his sensitive flesh from tip to base.

"Ow ow ow!" Soarin' squealed, "That's... ouch... why do you have to do it that way?"

"It's not supposed to feel good," said Twilight, "That's why it's rape, and it's not the worst thing I'm gonna do to you."

Soarin' raised his forelegs to try and push her off, but quickly lowered them again as the pain from the breaks reasserted itself. He hind legs splayed open as well, kicking from time to time as the pain grew more intense. Twilight rolled her eyes back at his agony and felt an orgasm wash through her, pleasure pushing up from her cunt and flooding her system. She moaned, her fuck milk splattering out from around the penetration and wetting down Soarin's belly and balls. Her pussy squeezed, making Soarin' cry out as his cock was clenched, tears pouring from his eyes now.

Twilight pulled herself off the used but unquenched cock, which throbbed due to her spell despite its bruised, red surface. Twilight grinned as she got an idea. She squeezed his cock tightly at the base using her magic, holding the blood in it as if it were a blown up balloon. She then twisted it hard, using her magic to dig into his flesh at the base, blood drooling down his thighs as she literally dug his cock out by the root. Soarin' squealed like a five year old foal at the intense pain, trying desperately to sit up and push her away, but it was no use.

The cock popped off of him with a lewd splat, and Twilight continued to hold the base tightly so that it remained hard. She took another moment to deal with his balls, both clenching them in her magic and pressing down on them hard with her front hooves, the delirious stallion screaming as they gave way and popped like grapes in a puddle of blood and unspent sperm.

Twilight tore the remains of his balls away, and promptly stuffed it into his screaming muzzle, making him gag and holding his muzzle shut with her magic so that he couldn't spit it out, eventually forced to swallow it down just to get the taste out of his muzzle. She then rammed his slick severed fuck stick against his tail hole, shoving hard until it popped inside. She immediately began thrusting, fucking him with his own cock.

"Now you can really go fuck yourself!" Twilight smirked.

She continued the thrusting, shoving it all the way in and pulling all the way back out again as Soarin' kicked his legs uselessly. She stood fully up then, moving herself to his head, then having a seat on his face. She rolled her hips again, this time shoving her drooling pussy against his muzzle. He gagged as she pressed harder, his muzzle popping between her cunt lips, which slurped at his face as she continued to thrust.

Twilight continued to push down upon him hard, her cunt stretching wider and wider. She cast a spell for more elasticity, and her cunt promptly stretched wide and the popped over his head. His head was now completely inside of her, her tightening cunt wrapped firmly around his neck, now allowing a drop of air inside for him to breathe.

Twilight moaned loudly at the feel of his head jerking around within her, the suction from his attempts to breath feeling wonderful along her sensitive insides. Despite any pain, he moved his broken forelegs up to desperately try to push her off of his head, but she clung to him, growing tighter inside with every passing second. She squeezed again, and there was a sharp crack as Soarin's skull fractured.

Soarin' convulsed, his legs falling back down as the oxygen deprivation took its toll on him. Twilight continued to fuck the dieing pegasus up the ass with his own cock, only releasing it when she came herself over his head. His cock went flaccid as she released it and the blood flowed out, and Twilight lost herself in her orgasm instead. Her juice filled Soarin's gagging muzzle, washed over him, and sprayed out from around his neck.

Compressing with her cunt and her magic, Soarin's head cracked several more times. His jaw broke, his muzzle pushed flat against his face, then finally his head gave way, crushed inside of her. She moaned again, her whole body shaking with the release, then finally let him pop out of herself. His head was fractured all over, brain matter oozing out through the breaks in his skull.

"All to myself," said Toxic as he slowly circled around Surprise, "Not often I get a pony all to myself. What to do what to do."

"You're crazy!" exclaimed Surprise, "Get away get away!"

"Oh I pride myself on it," said Toxic, "Being crazy, not on getting away."

Toxic's form shimmered, changing into an exact replica of Surprise, save for the obvious difference of being a stallion rather than a mare, and the full set of razor sharp fangs he still sported. As Surprise lay there on her belly, he used his magic to tear out the back end of her Wonderbolts uniform, exposing her hot little behind for his appraisal. Licking his lips, he pulled himself atop her, bearing his front hooves down against her wing joints to make her cry out in pain, then pressing his shaft against her slick little pussy.

She tried desperately to pull herself forward, but he gripped her hips firmly, pushing his fuck spire into her and beginning to thrust his hips rapidly. He forced himself deep, feeling her luscious lips spread for his prehensile shaft, worming his way up through her cunt and knocking against her womb. Stiffening his shaft, he began to slam his hips more heavily, attempting to break down her door so that he could give her a nice cream filling.

"This is what I'm going to do, pegaslut," said Toxic, "I'm going to cream fill your hot little cunt and ass, then I'm going to eat you out." he licked his fangs, "And not in the good way."

"You're nothing but a monster!" Surprise yelled back.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," chuckled Toxic.

He packed his cock further inside, breaking through her cervix and eliciting an adorable squeak of pain. He leaned forward as he continued to pound her, running his tongue up the back of her neck, then turning his head to the side and biting hard, sinking his fangs deep. She arched her back at the jet of pain there, and he began to suckle at the wound, allowing the blood to slowly fill his muzzle before gulping it down.

She shivered violently beneath him, constantly trying to pull herself out from under him, but he held on tightly, kneeing into her broken hind legs to keep her still. She squirming ensured he didn't last for long, but he wasn't trying to. He creamed a huge load, emptying his large balls into her womb and pumping her womb full of his seed. He groaned out, packing in the seed as he rode his orgasm for a good minute longer, then finally pulled out.

Yanking himself free, he immediately pushed his cum slickened rape toy into her waiting ass, finding a nice tight hole. He forced his way in using the lubrication from her pussy, and began pounding her every bit as hard as he had pounded her cunt. From the squeal and the tight clench, it seemed that she'd never been had up the ass before, which made it all the better for him. He groaned out in lust, squeezing his teeth into her neck more deeply and rolling his eyes back as he enjoyed his victim.

He quirked his ears as he continued to drill her eyes, listening to the sweet sound of his rape toy sobbing now beneath him. As she gave up and ceased trying to pull away, he instead moved his forelegs to press down against her broken wing joints, enjoying the convulsions that he could elicit by increasing her pain.

He pulled his teeth free, allowing blood to pour down her neck instead, and arched his back as he felt himself growing close to his second orgasm. Squealing out in bliss, he creamed hard into her intestines, pushing it deeply inside her and swelling up her rear tunnel just as he had her womb. Continuing to pack his cum in for another minute, he finally pulled himself free again.

"Cream filled pegaslut," he said, "Oh I can't wait to taste your delicious flesh as you die screaming!"

"No no no no no!" Surprise shouted between her sobs.

Toxic grabbed her well used plot, gripping it in his forelegs and spinning her around to her back. Shoving her broken legs apart, he pushed his head down to take a long whiff of her soft cum-filled cunt. He dragged his fangs teasingly down from her belly button to her tailhole and back up, making her tense up as she anticipated his next move and continued to beg him to stop.

Then finally he held her legs wide open and sank his teeth into the flesh of her pussy, fangs and sharp teeth digging into her meat there. As she screamed herself hoarse, he tore into her delicious fuck hole, tearing her lips from the hole and swallowing them down, rolling his eyes back at the taste. He immediately dug further, tearing upwards with his powerful jaws, tearing flesh and meat from her crotch and gorging himself on it.

Splitting her from cunt to belly button, he tore open her belly, ripping her flesh aside with his magic and pushing his muzzle into her body. Feeling her kick and squirm as agony overtook her, he fished for her fuck tunnel. Pulling it free, he began to gnaw it down starting fro her entrance and slowly approaching her womb. Once at her womb, he worked the entire fleshy organ free of her body, then bit down into the middle of it, cum and blood drooling down his muzzle as he devoured it like a delicious pastry.

His ravenous appetite didn't end there. He dug for her intestines next, biting down near her entrance and feeling more spunk drool down his gums as he began to work down the length of that as well, gnawing them down like a giant noodle, swallowing chunks of flesh whole. He tore out a large length of her intestines, tossing it upwards over her body, a large strand landing across her screaming face. She didn't even seem to notice as it drooped into her muzzle, far too overcome with the torment of being torn apart.

"That's it," purred Toxic, "Enjoy the last moments of your life."

Toxic pulled out her intestines completely, eviscerating her lower body until it was empty, then jammed his head deeper into the hole, reaching up to take hold of her liver, scarfing it down as well. He continued to pull out one organ at a time, he and body covered in her gore. Finally he felt her body convulse wildly as the last of her life force drained away.

He moaned as he pulled his head back to enjoy the sight of his victim breathing her last. Once dead, he continued to tear her flesh apart, devouring as much of her as he could while his friends finished their own murder toys.

Shroud wasn't nearly so talkative as his comrades, and spent the first minute or so simply walking around Fleetfoot as she pointlessly struggled to get to her hooves again. Finally she collapsed and stayed there, shaking her head and starting to sob. It made Shroud smile that she was crying so much already. Oh this was going to be a treat.

His tentacles slithered all over her body, finding the zipper to her uniform and tearing the outfit from her body. Tossing it aside in shreds, he then took a moment to look her over, licking his lips.

"Please don't..." Fleetfoot said between sobs

She received no answer from her calculating dark unicorn. He didn't feel the need to speak to someone that was just his murder toy, he didn't even care what her name was.

Tendrils spread out from his shadowy form, four grabbing hold of each of Fleetfoot's broken legs. She was stretched out, then pulled up into the air, crying out as all her weight pulled against her cracked limbs. More tendrils grasped about her broken wings, stretching them out as well, putting as much pressure on each break as he could, rolling his eyes back just from the sound of her moaning in pain.

By this point his cock felt like it would explode if it weren't ball deep in something unwilling soon. He brought her to about a foot off the ground, sprawled out on her back in the air, and moved up between her hind legs. He ran his tongue over her sweet little rape hole, then ran his tongue up over her belly and onto her chest. As he did, he pulled himself into a mounting position, his weight bearing down on her even more, and finally pressed his throbbing tip to her entrance.

He sank deep and began to thrust rapidly, rocking himself back and forward to put more pressure on her limbs with each smooth rotation of his hips. He swung her body back and forth in time with his thrusting, stretching out to lap at the tears streaming down her face, panting against her as he continued.

Not wanting any part of her to be vacant, more tentacles wormed their way across her body, gripping and tugging her in different directions. One wound around her left hind leg before pushing against her tail hole. The slick tendril pushed into her rump before expanding to stretch her out well, and started to thrust in time with Shroud's cock. Another one wound about her neck, squeezing enough to make it hard to breathe before making it even harder by pushing itself into her throat and thrusting as well.

His tentacles were now solid enough that he could feel the pleasure oozing down their lengths and into his body through the mist. He groaned and arched his back at the new sensations, beginning to move his hips and limbs more quickly into the gagging pegasus.

He pushed deeper still, breaking through to her womb and smiling at the squeak that it got from her crammed face. As his tip pushed through into her womb, his tentacles deepened as well. Her neck stretched out as he reached for her stomach, and belly began to bulge even more as he wound his way up through her intestines.

Deciding that she wasn't squirming enough, the branches holding her legs twisted one at a time, causing the bones to splinter loudly at the breaks, savoring her agony as she began to writhe and scream anew around the rape tendril in her muzzle. He then twisted her wings even more, jerking them back and forth and purring at the sound of her muffled squeals. He continued to do this in turn to each of her limbs, twisting them one way and then the other, careful not to go far enough to yank them off, yet, lest she not feel the pain of their maltreatment.

Her squirming paid off, and soon Shroud was blowing a thick load of dark seed into her. He hammered his spunk into her shivering body, ballooning her womb and packing it in tightly. When he finally did pull out, he didn't allow much to escape, immediately replacing his cock with another tentacle, which was immediately thrusting rapidly into the pool of cum left by his fuck spire.

He sighed in relief, then rolled onto his back, just relaxing for a moment as he looked up at the still squirming victim above him. He rested there on his back with his legs splayed out, moving his victim directly above him several feet so that he could watch her struggles.

His tendrils went deeper into her, the ones in her ass and mouth going so deeply that they wound through her digestive track and met in the middle, wrapping their tips about each other to grip and then sawing back and forth together through her entire body. The tendril in her pussy split within her womb, a branch stuffing itself into each of her ovaries, ruining her egg chambers, but it wasn't as if she'd ever get to use them now.

He finally stopped messing around with her limbs, and began to twist each one in the same direction. Her front left leg was the first to break off, snapping in the middle and leaving a bleeding stub behind. Shroud let the blood wash over him, panting lustfully as he continued to watch her. One at a time, her legs and wings snapped off. Her wings both cracked off at her shoulder joints, though most of her legs snapped somewhere about the middle, usually where Twilight had broken the limb to begin with. More and more blood flowed away from her and down onto him, covering him in a thick sheen of red, even his mist tinting red as the blood puddle pooled around him.

She was only held up by her neck by that point, so he lowered her down closer to where he lay. He braced his upper body and shoulders on the ground, raising up his hind legs, and bucked hard, slamming his hooves right into her cunt even as it was plundered by his tentacles. She bounced several feet away and then swung back, at which time he smirked and smacked her again. Enjoying how she squealed and squeaked, he then began to alternate his legs, bicycling them in the air to hit her with one at a time.

After a few minutes of this her lower portions were black and blue with bruises and red with blood drooling from the many cuts. Her mind finally broke entirely, and she just hung from his tentacles, bounced back and forth from the continuing tentacle rape, but no longer squirming at all. Shroud sighed, it seemed he had tormented the remaining fun out of her.

He relaxed onto his back again, swinging her over once again. He withdrew his tentacles from her all at once with long slurping sounds. As they popped out of her maw, she let out a long pained moan, her eyes rolling back as she started to shiver, cold from loss of blood.

Grasping her hips in one tentacle and her shoulders in another, he twisted her entire body. She let out one last hoarse scream as her organs were crushed together inside of her, tighter and tighter. Her scream was cut off as her body snapped in two, guts, blood, and cum pouring out and showering down onto Shroud. He opened his muzzle wide, taking several gulps of her life juice, then just lay in the warm mess to wait for the others to finish, tossing the remains of her corpse to the side.

Once they were all done, each of the Wonderbolts had their head severed from their body. They placed them in a bag, which Twilight enchanted to be water proof, then each took turns pissing in it. They soaked the heads of their victims in urine before tying off the sack, ready for discovery.

Twilight located the tracking gem in Rainbow Dash's flank, and carefully cut it from her body causing as little damage as possible. Rainbow was a good patient, and soon the device was free. It was placed inside the bag, which was then placed on the ground to be found there. The headless corpses of the Wonderbolts were taken with the group, and left in another location where they wouldn't likely be found by anything but wild animals, then left on the ground to rot.