Red and Black 2

Spectra retched as he forced himself to open his mouth. Ember sneered at his fruitless attempts to keep his jaws parted for more than two seconds. Her horn glowed and forced his jaws as wide as they could go, though when she stretched them too wide by accident, she managed to split his cheeks, causing more hot blood to drizzle towards his chin and neck as a result.

This also caused Patient to jump back before he could jam the impaled dong into his face. On top of that, there was also a sudden crack as the jaw’s tendons tore and the connecting bones snapped.

"Oops, my bad," Ember sarcastically jeered with a cheeky grin on her face as the other three turned to her with incredulous stares. "Felt like making him open wide, and might've gone a tad overboard…"

"’Kay, the fuck what was that about?" Trigger asked in a tentative manner, lifting a hoof to gesture to Spectra's new split grin.

Ember's grin widened. "Before coming here, I met with a pale, skeletally-thin changeling sporting such a facial quirk. She was cold as death though, and I am not making that up," she answered. "Oh, and she gave me this…" Her horn flared brighter in a field of blue, and in a flash of light a camera appeared and hovered next to her.

Patient coughed, trying to suppress a laugh. “That actually kinda gives me an idea. Hey Distrance, isn’t there an old record player down here too?”

“You’re not thinking of doing what I think you are, are you?” The brown unicorn grinned, mouth a quarter open in suspense.

“Yer damn right!” Patient let out a full blown laugh.

"No need for a record player. Tested this thing out; captures audio and everything," Ember chirped, flipping one side of the camera open before turning it on with a push of a button. "Stand aside for a minute, gotta capture what kind of shit Triceratops landed in."

“I kinda figured that.” Patient spoke. “Though, I had the idea to make our little snuff film a bit…livelier, with some music, no?” His grin never faded.

Ember gave it some thought, and slowly nodded. "Fair enough. Is there a copy of Beethorven's Moonlight Sonata somewhere? Y'know, just to set the mood?" she queried.

“Wenn wir Marschieren.” Trigger hopped up and down excitedly. “We should play Wenn wir Marschieren.” He gave a toothy, juvenile smile.

Ember frowned. "I dunno if they have a copy of that one. Check the records, they should be…" She turned left and lifted a tentacle to gesture in that direction, staring at an old record player with a stack of records placed in a box next to it. "Over there."

Trigger hopped over to the box of records, in a similar fashion to Ponyville’s own pink confectioner. Immediately, he dug his hooves into the records, trying to find anything in regards to his fascist musical choice. A moment later, he frowned and shrugged.

“Ain’t got it in there, but they do have Preußens Gloria and Mozhorn's Requiem," Trigger grumbled.

"Gloria first," Ember chirped, smiling in approval as Trigger picked up the record and put it in the player.

*********

Spectra shuddered and bled. His face was in flames, his jaw and eyelids beset under horrible agony; almost as if a demon rose from Tartarus and dug its claws through his face. What remained of his nethers sputtered blood and shot pain throughout his pelvis and thighs.

His legs were raw at the ropes' anchor points, yet somehow he was still alive. Silently he begged for sweet, sweet death to take him out of this hellish nightmare already, but from the budding looks of sadistic glee that blossomed on his tormentors' faces, he wagered that they weren't even close to being done with him.

He offered up silent prayers to the princesses, and to the Gods, as he noticed the camera and record player, and the blue maned unicorn skipping happily to the latter…

*********

Ember set the camera on a small side-table, at the perfect angle where it could capture everything in grandiose, grotesque glory. Then she turned to Spectra and shuddered, with her member once more sliding out of its sheath. "Last round before it's lights off, Gelded Rainbow," she teased, tentacles shuddering in anticipation of what was to come. "Any last words before I send ya off to the Divine Creator Cat?"

Spectra only howled melodramatically in sheer, abject agony. Patient rolled his eyes and drew a serrated steak knife. “Oh my god shut the fuck up, you stupid cunt.” With no more warning than that, he thrust the knife into Spectra's exposed abdomen and sliced downward, all the way to where his crotch used to be.

With a slick, wet sound, ropes of bloodied, pink intestines slithered out of the wound and onto the floor...and with that, Trigger began playing the first record, the military style march. He hummed the tune to himself as Patient pulled the knife away, and Ember joined the fray.

Ember gathered most of the intestines up with two of her tentacles. "So… party favors, or neckties?" she asked.

“Er, um… doesn’t matter.” Patient chuckled and slung one across his neck like a scarf. “I’m Twilight’s friend Rarity now!” That garnered an uproar of laughter from Trigger and Distrance, while Ember gave no more than a dopey grin and a subdued giggle.

"Eh, my tentacles could be neckties." Ember looked at her bunch of intestines with a critical eye before her smile widened. "I opt for cocksleeve." Then she turned to Spectra's asshole, which had until now went ignored. "Say… let's fill him up like a water balloon. Whoever makes his guts pop buys us all dinner."

Patient blew air out his lips as Trigger bounced over to the pile of ruined-yet-accumulated guts, his member throbbing strong. “All you.” The nurse snorted as the white unicorn used magic to widen the triceratops’ intestines to a point where he could slide his cock in them.

"Fill him up by the asshole. It'll be more fun. We can plug 'im afterwords," Ember snarked, still grinning. "I suggest opening his prostate by magic first." Trigger huffed and used his magic to do just that, eliciting a scream from Spectra, and his eyes fell on Distrance shortly thereafter.

Distrance shrugged and walked in front of Spectra and prepped his own dick for entry, cutting in front of Trigger in the process. "Is there a line?!" Trigger yelped, only to be stopped when a tentacle came to rest on his withers. He turned to Ember.

"No, so long as we all get off. Just wait your turn. I'll go last," she chirped. A fifth set of hooves echoed into the space just as Distrance shoved his cock inside of Spectra's anus, and at once the whole group froze. For a few seconds, just the fifth sound of hooves filled in the void, until it stopped just seconds later.

Slowly, everypony, including Spectra, turned to the source to find an orange-coated unicorn stallion with a red-tipped horn standing next to the record player. His red eyes, blue baseball cap, and ludicrously long mane and tail that were tied by white ribbons snagged their attention as he just stood there staring at them with a thousand-yard gaze.

Silence held for a full minute before Ember donned a not-so-convincing innocent smile. "O-oh!" she began, feigning ignorance, "Rekka! I didn't expect you to show up so suddenly!"

Rekka leaned toward the record player and blew air from flared nostrils. "More red and black ponies have been seen at Griffonstone… and I was sent looking for you, Writhing. I heard screaming and came to investigate," he stated with an impassive voice. Then his crimson gaze fell onto Distrance. "That's extremely gay, by the way. Not to mention disgusting."

“I know.” Distrance gave a sheepish smile. He pointed a hoof at Ember. "Her idea."

Rekka rolled his eyes and nodded. "I'll leave you guys to it, then." With that, he turned around and left, mumbling something about how he was going to need brain bleach on his way out.

“My face hurts,” Patient interjected before he twirled the knife mid-air with magic and shrugged, stifling a red faced chuckle at the increasing ridiculousness of the situation.

"Eh, it won't be long now. Distrance, take it away," Ember ordered, turning to him with that unnerving smile still plastered on his face.

“Can I start now?” Distrance asked, looking back to see Trigger impatiently staring at him with twitching eyes and a lit cigarette.

“Yeah, sure, whatever…” Patient shrugged and stood back to watch the unholy defilement of Spectra’s guts via his anus. Distrance eagerly started pounding away, thrusting in and out with reckless abandon.

“So, uh, who was that guy who just showed up and called Distrance a fag?” Trigger queried, turning to Ember with a brow raised.

"Rekka and I are friends," Ember replied, her smile widening. "I met him and… four other ponies in Yakyakistan a month ago, during a mission dealing with a red-and-black outbreak."

“I can understand that, but how did he know where we were?” Patient asked, using the sound of his own voice to distract himself from the sounds of squishy, gory sex.

"I'd wager Three Horns tipped him off. He did say he heard screaming," Ember pointed out, tilting her head a little. "Or he caught wind from somepony else. When I see him again, I'll ask."

Trigger nodded, before he heard a loud grunt and looked over to see that Distrance had pulled out of his victim; he had also left a hot, sticky creampie in Spectra’s shitter. “Your turn.”

While he pulled away, Trigger pushed his way to the alicorn’s guts. He used magic to squeeze a bit of excrement from the tube before trying to fit his veiny member into it.

“While he’s doing that…” Distrance began, post orgasmic disgust overtaking him and causing him to try his best to not watch his friend fuck the same almost-dead body. “I heard what you’ve said about Rekka, but how is he connected to Shining Armor? If at all? Aren’t we the only ones hunting down these things?”

Ember shook her head. "Negative, on us being the only ones. The epidemic has gotten that bad, so Shiny-Biny needed more helping hooves," she replied. "It wasn't like this three years ago, when we first got out missions." She turned to Patient and shrugged. "And you've seen how bad outbreaks can get."

Patient blew air through his nose and nodded. He remembered Germareny, specifically Marelin. Dear Gods, nearly half the town was filled with those things. With the help of his team, however, the town was filled with an alicorn hung from every tree by a noose made of their own guts.

He shook his head and directed his attention to Trigger, who groaned excitedly and blew his load deeply into the groaning alicorn’s intestines.

Spectra had faded in and out of consciousness throughout the whole rape, in too much pain to even understand what was happening to him. His few lingering thoughts were of fear, a longing for death, and a deep hatred for his tormentors. His eyes slipped shut, which immediately snagged Ember's attention.

"Anyone know a lightning spell? Or do we have adrenaline shots?" Ember asked, looking at Spectra with a critical gaze. "Because it would be remiss of us to let him go out here and now, when we're not even done yet."

“Shit…” Patient trotted over to the dufflebag of instruments and dug around. “Clear!” he shouted, pulling out a defibrillator that he immediately applied to Spectra's chest. A current of electricity ran through him, but for a moment he was unresponsive. "Clear!" he yelled again, and a second current coursed through before Spectra jolted awake with a choked scream.

“Eat a bag of shit if you think you’re allowed to die before we’re done with you,” Trigger growled and poked his still erect penis in Spectra’s face.

"Fuck… you…" Spectra hissed in a weak, wavering voice, eyes narrowing coldly.

"Already doing that," Ember quipped, turning to Patient yet again. "Your turn."

Patient gave a smug grin and lazily trotted over to the dying alicorn. He kept the grin and used magic to pull a cherry bomb from the dufflebag. “Trigonometry, can I get a light?”

“Don’t ever fucking call me that again,” Trigger pouted and lit the cherrybomb for Patient.

The nurse quickly used the knife to slice a small opening at the top of Spectra’s stomach; acid spilled out of the laceration and began to dissolve parts of his innards. Patient quickly dropped the cherrybomb into the open wound and backed away.

With a loud pop, the explosive ripped a hole through the chest of Spectra, sending bone fragments and stomach acid into his heart, finally killing the repugnant creature. Blood and semen showered the table and Distrance, who laughed at the spectacle. Patient shielded his eyes, since he didn’t want to disrupt his perfect 20/20, and Trigger stood agape, accidentally dropping the lit cigarette in his lips. Ember merely let the gore splatter her with a shrug of indifference, and she turned to Trigger. "You're buying dinner… for ten."

Trigger turned to Ember and his jaw dropped. "T-t-ten?!" he cried.

Ember slowly nodded. "Affirmative. There's some folks I want you guys to meet proper…" she began in a sing-song voice.