Caged

Wagon sat on a cloud of black smoke, a bleeding smile across his scarred muzzle.  He watched as Klothor, his one true love, stood in place with defeat across his features.

The room they were in was as nondescript as any other, in any apartment, in any other major city.  Simple furnishings, pictures and drawings of friends, family, and other memories that were immortalized behind glass and framed.

The certain thing that set this room apart now, was the family of four ponies.  Their muzzles gagged with cloth from the couch and tied with wire.  The father was dead, the mother and two colts were held in a cage of black smoke.

Wagon giggled and sighed lovingly at Klothur the centaur, who was being raped by the severed head of the family's unicorn patriarch.

"Klthoo.  Mank luve, watch, fun," Wagon drooled a bloody slime onto the floor while he giggled throatily .

The severed unicorn's body lay beneath Klothur in a receptive position.  No matter how much Wagon insisted, the centaur refused to violate the dead body beneath him, instead looking, with pleading eyes, to let the pain stop.

Wagon frowned at Klothur and pointed to the decapitated body's rear.  Klothur reluctantly mounted and penetrated the stallion, thrusting firmly and powerfully as vomit began to spray from the stallion's wife's nostrils.  She collapsed to the floor and began shaking.  Her two colts fought against the smoke holding them in place as muffled screams filled the apartment.  They watched as their mother died. They watched as she choked to death on her own vomit.  They watched while a beast raped their father’s corpse, before having to watch as their father's horn was used to rape the beast, yet again.

Exhausted, disgusted, distraught and lost in their own minds, they were released from the smoke prison.  Their mouths ungagged.  Their parents bodies were laid side by side, save for their father's horn which was taken as a trophy by Wagon.

As the black smoke enveloped Wagon and Klothur, Wagon spat on the desecrated remains of the dead ponies as their children cried silent tears at the horrors they'd seen.

Wagon grinned and gutturally said. "You, be, violated."  Then, with a flash of red light they were gone.  The children were alone next to their dead parents,  wincing as a knock came from the door...