Fall of Equestria: A Study in Purple
You can hear her 'cumming'!
The roads in Ponyville are dark around these hours, the Caribou kept strict curfews for the mares so that late there echoing moans wouldn't keep anyone up at night. So all those who roamed the roads were the males at these hours, be them so few, they had their own mares at home, why would they be out? The roads were lit with fog and a deathly chill. One male walked past a newspaper stand and saw a wanted poster on it that was odd, it was a mare. Not only a mare but a purple collar; it was odd because purple collars don't usually escape captivity neither is a mare considered what the poster said.
The poster read, "Purple Collar Slave Wanted; Elusive, great blow jober and considered HIGHLY DANGEROUS. 10,000 bits."
That was a lot of money for one mare, even the princesses didn't cost that much for a personal fuck. The male looked at the image and noticed two pictures, one of a red coated mare and one of a black coated mare that looked slightly terrifying being only a picture and all. It was odd, the poster stated one slave not two, the male shrugged it off as a typo. The male coughed and left the poster be and walked back home, "Better get home," he said, "Sweetie Drops probably fucked up cleaning, again." The male made his way down the road cutting into a pass that was completely abandoned.
He suddenly stopped picking up on echoing footsteps behind him. He turned but nothing was there, except one rugged black feather. It looked to have been torn somewhat like a struggle against plucking. He then turned back to his path and bumped into something solid and fell over it. Suddenly the male felt a great weight on his chest finding a stone slab almost as big as on him. He looked over the slab the best he could to see a black pegasus mare with mangled unkempt wings; she was drooling, her eyes glowing red and her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. Her boobs hung from her chest at a size of double d at least. And that ass, it was perfect and plush.
The mare then unzipped his pants and revealed his member without even a warning. He was flaccid, "How dare you!" She hissed, "How dare you not be hard!" She reached down and rubbed the dick with as much tenderness she could muster. the male was then beginning to become aroused and grew harder, the mare pulled away from him and smiled evilly. "Perfect." She lifted the stone off of his body and slid a cock ring over his member. The male stood whereas she was surprisingly still standing holding her hands behind her back. Suddenly the male was pinned to the wall by the mare and felt a sharp pain pierce his shoulders. The cunt had held him to the wall with knives! Due to the cock ring he couldn't go limp so he was 'screwed' as it were.
The mare dropped to her knees and began to push herself against the dick hearing the sloshing of previous loads of cum in her. It was at this moment that he noticed she was covered in dried cum and blood. He went to scream but was halted by a bondage gag being shoved in his mouth. She then looked at him with sultry evil eyes of glowing blood red hue and slid herself over his member. The feeling of her cunt was loose but warm from overuse. The male could feel the previous loads sloshing around inside her and on his on member. She then began to hop in rhythm, but at an odd angle bending his dick painfully. He groaned in pain more so then pleasure. She on the other hand seemed to enjoy herself far too much.
After awhile she got off of him and removed the cock ring and began to pleasure his member with her mouth. Her oral cavity was warm as expect but her teeth were sharp for a pony. The male couldn't help himself but feel some pleasure, enough to orgasm. Letting loose spurts of cum into her mouth he groaned against the gag and the knives in his shoulders began to slice deeper from his compulsions. She swallowed the cum with addicted glee, as expect of a purple collar.
Once she was done with her meal she looked up at her victim. He began to sob behind the gag in anxiety of what's to come of him. She then pulled out another blade and placed gently on his dick, his sobbing intensified pleading for her to stop. The mare then began rubbing her clit at the sound of his begging, it was sweet to her ears. She then slowly moved blade across his belly, slowly in sync with the pace of her rubbing, and moved up toward his chest, leaving a crescent cut on his body. He convulsed in pain as the metal ran across body. She licked the blood soaked knife and swallowed as much as she could, the taste of blood mixing with the rest of the cum in her mouth made her shiver and quicken her pace with her hand.
She then dropped the blade to the ground and thrusted her hand into the males wound, puncturing his innards. She then pulled his intestines slowly out of his no still warm body. His life slipped away from his eyes with the exhale of one last breath of a what sounded like a sob. The mre then climaxed at the feeling of her clit being rubbed, the feeling of the blood on her body and of the intestines running through her fingers. She then licked her fingers clean of her essence and looked at her work. She smiled and whispered, "You broke already? You didn't even last half the time a caribou would." She then flew to the rooftops and carried on her merry way to find her next meal.
She was a bad mare, a really bad mare.