Condemned

Braeburn and Apple Fritter headed back towards Appleloosa on their way back from Dodge Junction, both hitched to the same wagon as they trotted along. It had been a good haul, and they had plenty of profit to take back to the Apples in Appleloosa. They could practically hear the jingle of the bags full of bits back in the wagon. There wasn't much of a road to speak of here, traveling beside the railroad track, but they couldn't exactly haul their entire stand back on the train either, and it wasn't that far of a ride. Not to mention, they got a much better view of the countryside.

As they continued along however, they saw someone ahead in the distance. As they approached, it became apparent that it was a fairly young earth filly, huddled up against a large rock, both front hooves covering her face as she cried. The two wordlessly sped up, coming close to the filly as soon as they could.

"Hay there little un', Is something tha matter?" Braeburn offered, "What ya doin' way out here in the middle of nowhere."

"I... I..." the filly shook her head and continued to cry, prompting the two to come closer, "I need your wagon."

Before the two could react, the 'filly' took a deep breath, breathing out a strange green mist around them. Braeburn and Fritter only needed to get in a single breaths before they staggered to the ground, the toxic mist burning at their skin as they passed out. The mist cleared off, and the filly's form shimmered, Toxic then standing in her place.

"Got it!" called back Toxic.

Twilight and Shroud moved out from behind the nearby rock. Shroud eyed the limp forms of their victims, moving up to them and allowing his smoke to cover them. Tendrils began to snake out from the smoke, forming into solid, sticky mass, each wrapping around the waist of one of the pair, slowly picking them up and hefting them into the cart and hefting himself up into the cart after them, taking time to look about.

Twilight, on the other hoof, immediately recognized them, "Oh Celestia, Braeburn and Fritter... I... I knew them."

"Were you friends?" asked Toxic.

"Well not close friends, no." answered Twilight.

"Good, you won't mind then if we have to off them," smirked Toxic, taking things far too lightly, then looking to Shroud, "We got what we need back there?"

"We chose well," was the only answer Shroud gave, then motioned his hooves to several large sacks that appeared to be stuffed full of bits.

Twilight shook her head, looking at the ground, "All the same, I can't believe I've helped kill two innocents."

"You haven't yet," said Toxic, climbing up into the wagon himself, "They're still alive; I didn't give them a full blast. We'll take care of them back in the Badlands. Still think you can teleport us all the way there."

Twilight sighed, bringing her mind back to the task at hoof. It was worth it, she told herself. Anything was worth the prize they were after. She nodded slowly, then climbed up into the wagon with her comrades and her two former not-so-close friends. She concentrated hard, trying to form the image of their destination. She had transported her and several friends from the dragon crater to Ponyville once, so she knew she could do this. It was less than half the distance, even with the extra haul.

"Hold on," Twilight said, "This is going to take a lot of energy... and may burn some of the wagon."

"That sounds exciting!" said Toxic, "Let's hop to it!"

Twilight sighed, putting all her energy into this one teleport, the entire wagon glowing as she carefully pulled her magic into a sphere around it. In a flash, the wagon and everyone inside it disappeared. There was a blinding light and an ear-shattering bang as they rematerialized, not more than a few meters from their camp site.

Twilight staggered out of the cart, falling off the front end and slamming into the ground as dizziness overtook her. Toxic and Shroud didn't fare any better, maybe a little worse, but they opted to not try to exit until their heads stopped spinning.

"Whoa what a rush!" Toxic poked his head out of the wagon, "You okay Twi?"

"Yeah I... I guess we made it then!" Twilight pulled herself up to stand on shaking legs, taking a deep breath, her voice taking a more serious tone, "So um... how are we gonna.. you know... " her voice became quieter "Kill them..."

"We aren't yet," said Shroud as he hopped down out of the cart, dragging Braeburn and Fritter out by their heads, allowing their unconscious forms to thump hard against the ground like sacks of potatoes.

"Not a chance," Toxic hopped down out of the wagon himself, smacking Apple Fritter's flank with one hoof, "I haven't sank into a hot female plot in over a year. We'll play with her a bit first. You can have the stallion." He stated as if Twilight would obviously want to do such a thing.

"I... I can 'have' Braeburn?" stuttered Twilight, "Have we really stooped to that?"

Toxic rolled his eyes, "Because rape is so much worse than cold blooded murder. Come on, give the guy one last ride before he bites it."

Twilight bit her lip. When he put it that way, she was already going past that. Still, she had no intention of doing so to Braeburn. She'd let them have their fun, since she couldn't stop them, but she'd never.. not with him.. No. She'd just kill him mercifully as he slept. Twilight grasped Braeburn's throat in her magic, squeezing it tightly. He began to gag in his sleep, and she let it go. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Twilight sat next to Braeburn, turning her had to see what her comrades were up to. Toxic and Shroud were each sitting on their haunches, Apple Fritter's limp body pinned between them, both slowly grinding their hips against her to push her back and forth. She began to stir, writhing as she started to bat open her eyes, but still clearly had no idea what was going on.

Toxic's shaft pulsed as it exited his sheath, tapered and barbed, grinding itself against Fritter's soft belly as it slowly hardened into a thick beast of a shaft. It writhed against her like a snake, and Twilight realized for the first time that the changeling's cock was completely prehensile. She shouldn't have been surprised that a changeling would be such, she supposed. Toxic chrred and chittered appreciatively, a huge grin on his face, as he lined himself up with Fritter's warm slit.

Even shroud had a bit of a smile on his face as he surveyed their prize, still holding her around the midsection with a dark tentacle, pinning her forelegs tightly to her sides. He pushed against her from behind, his own thick horse meat hardening rapidly against her tail, pulsing to an intimidating length before he rotated his hips and pushed the tip against her tightly little pucker. Some of the smoke wrapped itself around his shaft, then as it pulled off he was lubricated in a slick sheen of fluid.

Apple Fritter seemed to come to full awareness just as she was about to be entered. She awoke to find herself sandwiched between the two stallions, both gripping her hips tightly as they timed their first entry together. Toxic let out a groan as he sank his tip into her fuck hole, stretching out her labia as his shaft thickened towards the base, and not ceasing until his entire length snacked up into her, pushing against her cervix within. Shroud was more silent, yet clearly enjoyed himself as his dark eyes rolled back into his head. He popped his blunt tip into her tight anal ring, tensing his hips as he shoved hard into her, slickened shaft forcing its way almost to the base on its first thrust.

Fritter didn't share their enthusiasm. She let out a blood curling scream as she awoke to being penetrated painfully and suddenly. She writhed between them, kicking her legs fruitlessly around Toxic's hips, but her struggles only egged them on.

"Fuuuck yeah," said Toxic, "Oh it's been too long since I felt a wet cunt milking me, even longer since I felt an unwilling one."

"Tight... virgin..." was all Shroud had to say about Fritter's behind.

Twilight sat on her haunches, both forehooves pressed against her crotch, only catching herself after she had already started to rub herself to the sight. She couldn't believe it, how much it turned her on to watch stallions violate a completely unwilling mare, to watch tears run down her face as she sobbed bitterly, knowing that the only thing keeping the mare alive was her usefulness as a fuck toy, which wouldn't last long.

She suddenly realized that Braeburn had started to stir as well, half pulling himself to his feet. He looked over to see Apple Fritter, letting out a weak, "No..." then looked over to see Twilight as well. His eyes went wide with fear, his body shivering as he saw the alicorn sitting right next to him, rubbing her sopping wet slit no less, "Oh Celestia no... anyone but you..."

Was she really that infamous now? Twilight didn't bother to try to convince him otherwise. It would be kind of pointless since she was really warming up to the idea of raping him. She almost instinctively grasped his body in her magic as he attempted to flee her, pulling him back by one leg and then twisting it to flip him over onto his back. She stood, entire body quivering with anticipation as she walked to stand over him.

Braeburn looked up at her in abject terror. The only thing he could get out was, "Please don't make it too painful." He had given up on escaping already, she was that frightening. Twilight would be lying if she told herself the feeling of power wasn't a pleasant one.

"I'll think about it," Twilight told him as she lowered her hips against his own. She hesitated a few seconds, then began to rub her drooling slit against the front of his sheath. He whimpered as she continued, unable to stop himself from spilling out, slowly hardening against her as she rolled her hips against him. She was practically drooling a puddle onto his belly, she was so ready, yet she hesitated, looking back at her two comrades to see how they were faring.

Apple Fritter had given up kicking, though she was still squirming nicely between them, no doubt making it better for them with every bit of resistance. Their hips bounced her hips back and forth in a game of pelvis ping pong, each penetrating her in turn, filling her faster and faster. As she wept, her tormentors took turns licking the tears off of her face, then kissed one another over her shoulder before each forcing her into a kiss in turn. Toxic laughed out loud when she tried to spit him away.

Twilight looked back down at Braeburn, still rotating her hips, flicking his blunt tip with the hood of her clit with each pass. He couldn't help but groan slightly as his shaft began to leak pre, and Twilight finally couldn't hold back either. She pushed herself down onto his throbbing shaft, encompassing the unwilling stallion in her hot silky insides, clenching hard and beginning to milk at him.

"Oh that's good..." Twilight shivered as she looked down at Braeburn, who was biting his lip and trying not to moan again. She started rolling her hips, smiling wickedly down at him, pushing his blunt tip all the way back to her cervix then back to almost pull out. She continued the long strokes, gradually getting faster as her rape hole drooled its necter around his shaft.

"Do you really have to kill me?" grunted Braeburn, "Why do ya gotta..."

"Because you're a witness to us taking the bits," said Twilight, then rolled her eyes back and shivered, rippling her inner muscles up and down on the shaft, "A...very hot witness."

"But we were unconscious, you coulda just taken our bits and left us there," Braeburn said as he squirmed beneath her.

Twilight's thrusts faltered and she opened her eyes wide. She... didn't actually need to kill them. Well she did now, but she didn't need to before. It was strange though, somehow it was hard for her to care, she was starting to think that her encounter with Chrysalis had resulted in serious brain damage. Oh well.

Soon her hips were winding against him once again. She took a deep breath, and answered him again, "Because killing you is going to be fun, that's why." Even she wasn't sure if she was really thinking this way or if she was just playing a part for now. It frightened and excited her at the same time.

Twilight's attention was caught once again by noises from her comrades. She turned to see Toxic slamming his shaft hard against Fritter's cunt, blood and juice drooling down his balls, then arching his back and squealing as he came hard into their victim. Thick, greenish changeling seed hosed down her insides then flowed out, drooling down his balls with the rest of the goo as he continued to pump his hips.

Shroud wasn't long after, finally letting out a groan himself, his whole body shaking even down to his tendrils, even his smoke became a bit unstable. He cried out and hammered his hips into Fritter's ass, blowing his load and pumping her intestines as full as her cunt was, his own thick spunk drooling down his sheath and balls as he continued to thrust.

The males looked at Twilight, still slowly rolling her hips atop Braeburn. Toxic gave her a wink, Shroud just licked his liips in her direction. Together the two pulled out of Fritter with a lewd noise so their cream poured out and drooled down her thighs and hind legs. Shroud grabbed her by the neck with one of his tendrils, and hefted her up, letting go of her otherwise and allowing her to hang there. Her body spasmed as she started to panic, trying to pull the tendril away with her forehooves.

"That's it," said Toxic, "Time for the used up slut to die." He turned himself about, bracing himself on his forelegs and lifting up one hind hoof then the other to slam it against her writhing form, hitting her about the chest and belly, causing her to double over midair. When she swung back, he slammed both hooves into her back, then continued to use her as a punching back as she suffered. After she was bruised and bleeding from the chest down, he turned about and rared up onto his hind legs so he could reach her head. He slammed his forehooves into her as hard as he could, breaking her nose and bloodying both her eyes.

All this time she continued to thrash about, her gags becoming more and more desperate as she clawed at the tentacle despite her forelegs being bruised as well. After a minute or so, Toxic sat back, casually stroking himself with his forelegs as he watched the final moments of Fritter's life. Shroud too was masturbating with another of his tendrils while he watched coldly. Fritter's legs finally fell limp, her body shaking as her head turned bright blue, and her gagging ceased. Her body gave one more violent shake as her deathgasm wrecked through her body, then her bladder released, adding urine to the cum and blood puddling beneath her.

Twilight couldn't believe how hot watching this had made her. She found her hips moving faster and faster, forcing Braeburn's shaft in and out of her. Though Braeburn was having trouble getting off due to his abstract fear of the alicorn atop him and having just watched Fritter die, Twilight no longer had any hesitation. She felt her own climax burst up from her nethers, her body shaking as she forced her hips to continue thrusting. She cried out in a shrill scream as her cream splattered out from around the penetration, increasing the puddle on Braeburn's belly and drooling down his sides.

As she finally came down off of it, she suddenly found realized that her two friends had left Fritters corpse on the ground and came over to Twilight instead. She panted, eyes wide as she looked back and forth between them. Without so much as asking, Toxic moved up behind Twilight, slowly pushing her forward, and Shroud seemed to be moving about to her head.

"Are you going to rape me too?" Twilight asked, panting.

"I don't think you'll say no at this point," chuckled Toxic, "So... probably not."

"Let me take care of Braeburn first," Twilight said.