Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank

“So then I left her little corpse in a box on her sister’s doorstep,” Oviduct said to Kevin, both changelings sitting on a bench in Ponyville park, as ponies of course, “Then she went and dragged off Rainbow into the woods where she and Mac raped her almost to death and left her there, where she was then raped and eaten by a manticore.”

“I wish I coulda’ seen that,” chuckled Kevin.

“You suck at stealth,” smirked Oviduct, “They’d probably have seen you watching them.”

“I’d prefer to join the fun,” said Kevin, “Should have pretended to be another of their family members and joined in.”

“Eh, I wasn’t up for it at the time,” Oviduct said, not wanting to admit that she wished she’d thought of that. She pointed to something else for a distraction, “Hey look there. Ever had anything that young?”

The Cakes seemed to be spending some time in the park with their little ones Pound and Pumpkin, the twins no more than one year old tops. One would think they’d be keeping a better eye on them, but it seemed Pinkie had distracted the couple with her incessant babbling, none of them looking towards the twins.

“Could just scoop them up and pump them full of egg, eh?” Kevin said.

“Tsk, you just want to lay me,” Oviduct rolled her eyes.

“Yeah maybe I do, it’s not like you wouldn’t love it,” said Kevin. “Just imagine how tight those holes would be.” His grin widened, “You know what? I feel like a thrill. Let’s nab them

“It’s too risky,” groaned Oviduct, “We can become their parents later and do it proper.”

“You know for a female, you’re sort of a wimp,” teased Kevin.

“You think so?” growled Oviduct, “I have more guts than you and your weedy little friends together.”

“Well you’re not proving it,” shrugged Kevin. “I wanted to take them now, you wanted to wait. If you got more guts than me, prove it.”

Oviduct peered at him. She knew he was playing her, but she really didn’t like it when males forgot their place, and she really wanted to put him back there.

“Okay then,” sneered Oviduct, “We’ll grab them, drag them to the tree line over there, and bone their little infant fuck holes on the spot. If we get caught before I implant, we leave them and run. If we get caught after they’re implanted, we grab them and run. Just remember, you’re going to owe me.”

“Seriously? I was gonna carry them off first,” Kevin raised an eyebrow.

“Well then I guess I have more guts than you then,” sneered Oviduct, “You in?”

“Okay then, who will we be?” Kevin shrugged and smiled. “Big Mac?”

“Nah, I got something special planned for the Apples,” Oviduct shook her head. “I’ll be that black weather pegasus, whats-his-name... Thunderlane, you be his little brother Tumble or whatever.”

“Rumble,” corrected Kevin.

“Right,” said Oviduct as she rose to her feet, glancing around to make sure no one was looking their way before changing to Thunderlane, “Let’s go baby-fuck. Alright?”

Grabbing the infants was pretty easy while the parents were foolishly distracted, and they didn’t even make that much noise initially. It wasn’t like they recognized that they were about to experience more pain than they thought possible.

They galloped to the tree line where Oviduct had pointed, which was far enough away so that sounds probably wouldn’t be heard, so long as they were muffled at least.

“Let’s start by boning their tight little assholes,” purred Rumble, wanting to get his cock into at least one of them before the implantation.

“Long as you’re quick about it,” Thunderlane glanced back to make sure they weren’t seen yet, then turned back to her little victim.

Thunderlane had Pumpkin, and immediately tugged the little one’s diaper off, running a hoof down that soft, tiny plot before wadding up the diaper. Yanking the infant’s muzzle open, he stuffed as much of the diaper as he could into her little mouth.

The little one gagged upon it violently and tried to pull it free, but that was quickly remedied by Thunderlane. He pulled the infants limbs back behind her torso, and didn’t stop until he felt them snap. The fragile little bones were easy to break, and he left them dangling after, bones shattered and poking out through their soft skin. Pumpkin did her best to wail, her little body thrashing about, but it was too muffled to bring her parents to the rescue.

Thunderlane slid his throbbing member against the wonderful little ass, anticipating the pleasure for him and the agony for her, but didn’t have too long to mess around. He expedited the initial penetration by tapering his cock to a point, then pushing it against the tight little foal ass, forcing his way inside several inches before letting his cock expand out again. He shivered at the pleasure of such a ridiculously underage hole clenching his rape spire, and pushed forward violently, blood drooling down his shaft, followed by a grotesque snap as Pumpkin’s pelvis literally broke apart to accommodate the girth.

He lapped at the infant’s tears, then leaned back against a tree as he pushed up into her. It was less pushing into her really though, and more just holding her in his forelegs and jerking her up and down on his shaft like the little fuck toy that she was, that any pony foal deserved to be. He pulled her against his chest so he could feel her writhing, and forced his way deeper inside with each stroke. He bottomed out against the bend in her intestines quickly, but kept going, breaking through into her organ sack and feeling her guts slosh around his pulsing member, her body swollen to grotesque levels.

No doubt this would normally be fatal, but he’d have time to get her full of magical changeling goo before she died, unless the parents ran them off first, in which case he hoped they’d enjoy watching their child die in screaming agony in front of them. He barely kept himself from ramming all the way through her, that might have been too much for magical goo to keep her alive with.

The chance to see an innocent little foal go through the horrifying agony of being an egg sack was more than worth not running her through now, though. The pure little one’s mind couldn’t even comprehend sex, but she was going to die from it all the same.

He came hard and quickly, her little body bloating up even more before he yanked back, just barely preventing her from literally popping from the massive amount of fuck honey. He sprayed the remainder on her sobbing face, groaning as he coated the tormented child in his seed.

Rumble followed the example of his ‘big brother’, tearing off Pound’s diaper and stuffing as much as he could in the little one’s muzzle. Since the tiny bones were easy to break, and because he wanted the little one to suffer as much as possible, he twisted one limb at a time, starting with forelegs, then hind legs, then those adorable little wings. Each limb cracked with a horrifying sound, followed by a muffled yelp from Pound as the little one writhed about.

Rumble then pinned Pound on the ground on his back, leaning his head down, and biting down on the little colt’s immature dick, crushing cock and balls together with his flat pony teeth, and chewing for several seconds to get the little one properly riled up and in agony.

Rumble wasn’t as large as Thunderlane at the moment, but still needed to taper his shaft to get inside initially. He kept Pound on the ground, moving atop him so he could see the torment in the infant’s eyes, and began powerful thrusts.

As he felt the deliciously unwilling hole clenching around him, he expanded his cock, lengthening it enough that he could push through Pound’s intestines and up into his guts as well, keeping it just long enough where he could stir the little one up inside without outright killing him, and while still allowing the two colt bellies to smack wetly against one another with each stroke. It felt absolutely heavenly for such a young little rape hole to clench around his shaft, while simultaneously feeding on Pound’s fear and pain, and there was so very much of both. It was a pity that the innocent didn’t know about death; he couldn’t wish for it.

“Yeah take it you pint-sized faggot,” growled Rumble as he creamed his load into Pound, watching with sadistic glee as the child’s face twisted in agony and his body bloated up to near fatal levels, before finally pulling out and covering the baby with the rest of his cum.

“Come on, let’s get these two egg sacks primed,” Thunderlane said when Rumble finished, having finished seconds earlier.

Thunderlane’s body morphed so that his asshole acted as Oviduct’s cunt, and his cock as her ovipositor. He sat up on his haunches, pulling Pumpkin into his lap as he flagged his tail up for Rumble. Rumble was up on him in a second, looking a bit comical as he grasped his ‘brother’ from behind and pushed his still throbbing shaft into Oviduct’s cum shoot.

The ovipositor invaded Pumpkin’s tiny little pussy, which clenched and spasmed so delightfully that Oviduct had to struggle to hold it in, shaking violently in the effort as she waited for the cum factory behind her to do his job.

Not even a fertile female was quite as pleasurable as the baby-fuck he just enjoyed, but Rumble wasn’t complaining all the same. He grasped Thunderlane about his hips and plowed him as hard as he could, bodies slamming together and cock throbbing for another release inside those sopping wet depths. He blasted his cream into the changeling factory within minutes, and kept his hips bouncing against that hot ass, cramming it in even after.

Oviduct moaned as the eggs stewed inside of her, coated with a layer of fertile spunk. Pumpkin had the ovipositor rammed right through her cervix and into her immature womb, and eggs could be seen visibly sliding through the shaft on their way inside before causing the little body to bulge delightfully.

An infant wasn’t going to hold the whole load, but that was not problem since they had two. Oviduct pushed the first egg sack off of her, yanking the squirming Pound beneath her and cramming the ovipositor up his cute little broken asshole, eggs pushed through the strands of intestinal mess and lodging firmly within the tiny colt’s organs as she unloaded the rest.

At this point, they were so into it that they nearly forgot that they expected to get caught and would need to be ready to dart with the infants when they did, to make sure the real Thunderlane and Rumble got the blame. They were so into it that they didn’t see when the worried parents came through the brush, with Pinkie Pie alongside them.

They saw the bloated, squirming body of Pumpkin there on the ground, Pound getting rammed up the ass by who they initially believed to be Thunderlane right next to her, with Rumble apparently boning him up his asshole.

The two didn’t realize they were being watched until Miss Cake screamed bloody murder, and Mister Cake lost his lunch right next to her. The two changelings barely had time to look back before a baseball bat slammed into the back of Oviduct’s head, courtesy Pinkie Pie, literally cracking in two from the impact.

Oviduct grunted in pain, trying to pick up Pumpkin and Pound to make a run for it, but in the process, lost enough of her concentration that she flashed back into her true form. Rumble, loyal friend that he was, saw this and immediately turned to flee, buzzing off through the trees and leaving his superior there to take the heat, and hoping that Chrysalis didn’t find out that he was involved in such a blunder.

Pinkie looked very much like she was going to start stabbing Oviduct with the piece of broken bat, but Oviduct waved a hoof frantically.

“Wait!” Oviduct yelled, “If you kill me they’ll die! They have eggs in them and you don’t know how to treat them so they survive!”

“You will remove them NOW,” Pinkie glared. The pink party pony was a frightful sight when angry.

“I can’t remove them once they’re in place without killing them!” lied Oviduct, “The only way they’ll live is if they process the eggs and bear them, and the only one that can make that happen is me! Turn me in... and you may as well be sentencing your little ones to death!”

This kept Pinkie from beating her to death immediately, at the very least, and she was charged up enough from the pain and horror of the little ones, not to mention the horror and rage of the three adult ponies, that she was able to push their minds enough for her proposition to sound agreeable.

In the end, she managed to convince them that the only way to save their babies was to keep the fact that they were incubating eggs a secret and allow it to run its course. If they told the authorities, they’d probably end up killing them out of mercy, and if they didn’t have Oviduct’s help, they’d end up dying. Keep it secret until they hatch, then turn her in afterward... she was barely able to convince them that that was the right thing to do, but she managed. Pony minds were so weak.

Unfortunately, this meant Oviduct was their captive until the eggs hatched, but she managed to convince them to let her implant them with goo every few days, saying it would keep them alive, when in reality it would just intensify their pain and make sure the eggs hatched into properly horny little changelings.

It did make her angry that, not being inside the hive itself, the infants wouldn’t be raped repeatedly by pent-up drones, but the acidic goo burning out their insides was probably as much pain as their little brains could process anyway.

As long as they held up their end and didn’t tell anyone ‘until they were hatched’, Oviduct could still get out of it.

Oviduct was surprised they actually went the entire six months making excuses as to why they didn’t want people to see their twins, and managing not to tell anyone about Oviduct. Oviduct’s magical influence helped, at least to the point of keeping them from putting two and two together and realize that changelings were the reason ponies were going insane, something they would have likely realized within minutes otherwise.

Now Oviduct sat in her cage that they kept her in in the basement, listening to the sounds upstairs as the inhabitants of the bakery went to sleep for the night. It was time to act. Having seen the key enough times when they unlocked her cage, Oviduct easily shaped her hoof into a duplicate and unlocked her little prison, quietly opening the door and sneaking out.

The infants were kept in the basement now too, since there was less chance of them being seen. Oviduct licked her lips as she looked them over. Unable to ever sleep, all they could do was twitch from time to time, their fragile minds warped beyond repair with constant torment. She had managed to convince the stupid ponies that they were numb, else they might not have agreed to her plan, but she knew of the horrifying existence they now lived.

They wouldn’t live it for much longer though. Though Oviduct had told the ponies that the hatching was a week away, they were actually ready to pop at any time, and a push from her magic would be all that was needed.

She stroked over each of their bodies, her mere touch enough to cause stabbing pains, making them writhe. The sight, and their emotions, had her sopping wet in an instant, her ovipositor squirming about excitedly. She took a step back, sliding one hoof to rub at her changeling cunt as the other stroked her ovipositor via pushing it through one of the holes on her leg. She charged up her horn, and fed them the magic they needed to burst free. She then lay back, ready to masturbate enthusiastically to the horrifying deaths the foals would endure.

She watched the foal’s bodies, barely recognizable as being foals at all, begin to pulse, their surface undulating as new life began to hatch within. As the newborns tore tiny chunks out of the goo surrounding them, then through the organs surrounding that, the foals started to shiver. Their mouths opened as if they wanted to scream, but could barely squeak, suddenly filled with dozens of slicing fangs tearing through their flesh, sending their already agonizing existence to new heights.

The first to emerge pushed its little head out of Pumpkin’s distended child-cunt, immediately turning about to gnaw at her belly as he pushed his tiny cock back into her pussy, thrusting his eager little hips and soaking up the tormented emotions as he raped his nest. Most of the others took less conventional routes, bursting through flesh one at a time, peeling back matted fur and flesh as the ravenous newborns devoured their incubator.

As little Pound’s eyes rolled back, convulsing violently in his deathgasm before going still, Oviduct creamed herself, splattering seed both over his newly minted corpse and the trembling Pumpkin as she thrashed her last as well.

Sadly, the foal’s suffering was finally at an end, but Oviduct had more suffering to create. She reached to Pumpkin’s head, twisting it and turning it at an angle before tearing it free from her corpse, lest her children devour it as well. A little changeling snapped at the head as it was taken, then turned to shove his little cock into the neck hole that remained. Oviduct twisted Pound’s head similarly, tearing them off and holding them out of reach with her magic.

The rest of their corpses were swarmed with new life now, so brutally torn apart that one could barely tell they had ever been ponies at all, or even where one ended and the other began as their guts were strewn all over one another. The whole fleshy mass had broken into one big necro-orgy, every conceivable part being used to pleasure a cock or the occasional ovipositor, from intestines to arteries, to chunks of muscle or fat with holes gnawed into them.

The swarm continued pulling flesh apart, and Oviduct made no effort to stop them until they had skeletalized the infants, bones picked clean of flesh. Oviduct had been saving energy from each time she had fed her eggs via raping their hosts, and now used that energy to infuse into her children, making them grow at much larger rate than usual, and more importantly making sure they were no less ravenous with their next victims.

Around two dozen little hatchlings crowded onto their mother’s body, who purred at the feeling of them squirming all over her body. She carried them up the basement stairs and into the shop itself, then up the stairs to the top floor. Wanting to save the element for desert, she first slipped into the Cake’s room, horn glowing as she wrapped the room in a noise-canceling dome, not wanting Pinkie to hear their screams.

After enjoying an their egg sack, they were even developing a bit of changing ability, which they seemed to use to give themselves claws on each leg, each one like a tiny dagger, made to rip into flesh. She was so proud of their instinctive murder-instinct.

Oviduct tugged the blanket off the couple and licked her lips in anticipation. Not only was she going to get to murder them, but Cup Cake had since become pregnant again, and Oviduct was looking forward to ripping the little one out of her.

Oviduct wanted the first thing they saw upon waking up to be worth waking up to, so turned on the light within the room. She then took Pumpkin’s head, pushing her own shaft into the dead child’s neck hole all the way through until her bloody tip exited the filly’s slack maw. She held this with one hoof as she pulled Pound’s head to her own with the other, kissing him passionately, lapping cooling blood and cum from his mouth.

The Cakes woke up fairly quickly, a bit from the light, but mostly from the feeling of numerous little claws grasping their body as the hatchlings swarmed onto them. Cup Cake awoke first, and screeched a blood-curling scream at the sight she beheld, Oviduct getting a reverse-blowjob from Pumpkin’s head as she made out with Pound’s. Carrot Cake woke from the scream, and just stared in complete shock as if he wasn’t sure if it was really happening.

“No you’re not dreaming, your children are very dead, and I assure you their last moments were even more agonizing than the last six months of utter torment they’ve endured,” Oviduct said plainly, “Raped and bones picked clean by my children. Now I’m going to kill you, that little fuck inside you, and then that pink slut that you employ.”

“You monster!” Carrot Cake did lunge at her, though she easily moved back, digging in her victory by juggling the heads of their dead children.

Carrot wasn’t able to pursue due to the fact that several of the hatchlings made their move on his tastiest meat. One hooked its teeth against his sheath, not pulling it back so much as ripping a strip of flesh down the side, allowing his limp dick to flop free. Another grabbed this, sinking his claws in, then biting down on it and pulling flesh away as if it were corn-on-the-cob. Add to this another one stuffing as much of one of his balls into her mouth as she could, then biting down, tearing a chunk out as if it were a very juicy apple.

Even as Carrot’s complaints turned into bellowed screams, crying out as many others latched onto him. Several were tearing meat from his legs, still others on this torso, using maw and claws to pull open holes so that they could burrow to his juicy organs. One crawled onto his face, holding his maw open and ceasing his tongue in his teeth, ripping it right out of his throat before scarfing it down.

Still another decided that his freshly-minted rape stick needed more, so clung to Carrot’s plot, claws digging in like nails, and pushed into Carrot’s ass. Being a bit larger now, he was enough for Carrot to feel, though having his ass virginity raped away was the least of his pains at the moment. All the same, this one enjoyed the feel of his tight convulsing pucker around his cock, and that was what mattered to him.

As Carrot was being dispatched, Oviduct tossed the baby heads to another corner of the room and turned her attention to Cup Cake.

“No! No!” Cup Cake was screaming repeatedly as she felt claws and teeth all over her, but it was no use. She had a dozen changelings tearing meat out off her legs, burrowing into her chubby body, and even one enthusiastically raping a nostril while tearing out her tongue. As pain wrecked her body, she tried to sweep some off with her legs, but soon it was just too much and she lay there writhing, screeching, and sobbing.

“Yes! Yes!” Oviduct laughed, “Are you crying from the pain or is it because your whole family is going to become changeling shit?”

Oviduct pinned down Cup onto her back, intending on having a bit of fun with the pregnant mare as her children gnawed her apart. A pair of them were about to start tearing into her tasty pony cunt when they realized what their mother was going to do, so instead, one popped its little head into Cupcake’s pussy, pushing inside her, feeling her delicious cunt-spasms all over his body.

Oviduct laughed, seeing his plot and little legs kicking, and pushed her own shaft against his rump. She gave him a helpful push as he clawed his way to her cervix, then pushed his muzzle against it and tore out her cervix. His head popped into her womb, her fluid pouring out at the same time, the little one having to hold his breath as it drained. Oviduct gave another shove, moaning as the warm, bleeding flesh surrounded her shaft, and pushing her child fully into the womb.

Oviduct pulled completely free, then grabbed hold of the nearest of her children, pushing his head into her pussy as well, shoving him in to his waist on the first shove, then pushing his bottom with her cock as he crawled through Cup’s fuck tunnel, tearing at her soft flesh as he went.

Once she pushed the second hatchling into the womb, Oviduct began thrusting in and out the wonderful hole, once again soaking in the hatred, fear, and despondent emotions. She watched as one tore out Cup’s cheek, and another began to pull her intestines out of a large gash in her side. They were on her like piranhas, and neither her nor Carrot could do anything to stop it.

Inside Cup’s womb, her nearly-complete filly fetus jerked at the strange touch of the other hatchlings, not to mention the sudden loss of fluid within its home. They didn’t dig their claws in yet, perhaps sensing how fragile the fetus was, and wanting to spend some time feasting on the feral, innocent emotions of a being that was new to even having emotions.

One moved to face the tiniest filly, spreading her limp legs, and pushing his shaft between her hind legs. It took him a few stabs, but he made his mark, and her hissed in delight at the feel of the youngest flesh possible to fuck rolling up and down his shaft. He hammered his hips so hard that Oviduct could barely hear the slap of his belly against his victim’s.

The other moved up behind the filly, creating a fetus sandwich as he pushed his own shaft against her tight never-used asshole. He shivered at the ridiculous tightness when he finally got in, even at his tiny size it was clenching him like a vice. He pushed in-turn with his rape-mate, the brothers engaging in their first but surely not last game of pelvis ping-pong.

Oviduct pushed fully inside, cock punching into the womb, feeling the three writhing bodies inside. Soon Cup’s gut was ripped open enough that she could actually see the forms writhing about through the wombs surface. She was quite proud of her children getting their rape on with the child of her inferior.

Oviduct purred, but pulled herself out before she came, both to not drown the hatchlings in the womb, and to save more of her rape juice for the Element. Counting what she had planned for Applejack, this would mean that the deaths of four of them were her doing. Well, assuming no one had killed Applejack while she was in here.

Carrot was so torn up at this point that he could barely even spasm in agony, though she knew he was alive. His torso was ripped open as if he were on an autopsy table. His eyes and lower jaw were missing, and his legs were nearly meatless. Once again her children were putting their dicks and ovipositors in every hole they could find or make.

Oviduct pulled open the flesh of the now torn womb to see the brothers continuing their way with the fetus, just in time to watch them both groan as they pumped their magical hatchling cum into her. Oviduct wanted that prize as well, so picked it up with her teeth, letting her children flop back into the open gut. She moved Cupcake so she could see, since she still had one eye that appeared to work, and began chewing the fetus open mouthed. Cupcake’s horror and rage was the most delicious thing she’d had since she was captured, perhaps ever.

She crunched the filly down, bones and all, giving herself a bit of meat, but left the rest for her growing children. Unsure of how long they’d take, she left and went to Pinkie’s room, casting a spell to make sure she stayed asleep for long enough for them to finish with the bakers. The two finally faded into peaceful oblivion, Cup and then Carrot, and Oviduct continued to watch them eat.

As they were doing so, there was a knock at the door, as it seemed like it had become morning. Unsure of what to do, Oviduct peeked out the window.

It was Fluttershy; oh this was perfect.

Oviduct took Pinkie Pie’s form, bouncing downstairs to the door.

“Oh hello Pinkie,” said Fluttershy as Oviduct opened the door, “I forgot to tell you about the picnic... party... huh?”

Oviduct didn’t feel like dealing with her too much, so simply cast a spell on Fluttershy to put her to sleep immediately. This would be great; she’d implant a memory in Fluttershy’s mind of her feeding her friends to red-river flesh-eating beetles. Then she would have both killed one Element and dispatched another.

She put the ‘closed’ sign up before dragging Fluttershy upstairs and flopping her on the floor in Pinkie’s room where she’d want her to wake up, then went to watch her children again.

It still took another hour, but they devoured all the meat from head to hoof. Oviduct charged them with her magic again, exhausting much of what she’d built up in addition to their own feeding, letting them grow until they were the same size as many of the filly guides had been, and twenty-four of them. They weren’t quite as hungry anymore, but maybe that would work well too.

Pinkie slept on her side, so Oviduct placed the heads of the dead twins right in front of her face. She surrounded the room with a sound bubble, then snapped away the sleep spell. Pinkie batted her eyes awake, yawning and about to get up to start her day.

“Oh hi Pound and Pumpkin, what are you two doing-“ Pinkie started, as it took a moment to fully register. She went wide-eyed and sat up quickly, staring at the severed heads. She looked up to see Oviduct, who was holding two other skulls, their identities obvious.

“Help!” screamed Pinkie immediately, running towards her bedroom window only to bounce off of the sound dome.

Oviduct laughed, “Oh you aren’t getting away. I’ve already murdered Rarity and Rainbow, so I’m used to dealing with you guys.”

“Wait... changelings did all that?” Pinkie went slack jawed and added, “I really should have realized that.”

“Yes, you should have,” said Oviduct. “I just wanted you to know. It will make you more emotional.”

Pinkie barely noticed the hatchlings that were cornering her at the window until one touched a hoof, at which point shed screamed and pulled it away. There was no point of course, as she was swarmed with changelings, digging their claws in, feeling like nails as they gripped her legs.

“Spread her legs,” said Oviduct, “I get her first, then you can all rape her while you wait to get hungry again.” Much of a changeling’s knowledge was passed down as genetic memory, so already they were beginning to understand exact orders.

“No you can’t! Because... “ Pinkie screamed in panic, “You just can’t!”

Not feeling like listening to her jabber, Oviduct first went to Pinkie’s head and forced a nice long kiss on her, which ended with her clamping down her teeth on Pinkie’s tongue and tearing it out by the roots before gulping it down. Taking a moment to save her sobbing, broken expression, she then went around to Pinkie’s plot.

She pulled herself up upon Pinkie’s plot, her own hooves morphing into claws as she gripped Pinkie’s cutie mark tightly, and rubbed her shaft against the already drenched pussy. It might seem strange that she was wet, but a pony like Pinkie was probably always wet.

Pinkie was such a slut that the roughest sex with a normal cock would still be something she enjoyed, so Oviduct would have to put some extra into it. She morphed so that her existing cock split in two, each shaft bulging out, but not fleshy. Their surface was literally sand paper, along with changeling goo to make it hurt even more. That should make it insufferable while still leaving her intact enough for Oviduct’s children to enjoy her as well.

Pinkie was distraught, but didn’t expect the rape to actually hurt, as used to cocks in her that she was, so she squealed loudly as the rough surface was pushed into her pussy and asshole at the same time, her hot fleshy walls feeling amazing for Oviduct, but to Pinkie like she was being torn apart inside. She continued to squeal as Oviduct pushed further, pushing through her cervix with the bottom shaft, driving each as deep as she could without causing lethal damage.

She started slow but long thrusts, pulling the shortest almost completely free before pushing back in. She leaned forward, her chest against Pinkie’s back, to feel the party girl squirm in new-found torment . Oviduct closed her eyes, enjoying a nice relaxing rape in celebration of her victory. She slowly licked tears from Pinkie’s face as she finally just went limp and broke down into sobs.

“You’ve been such an annoying cunt,” panted Oviduct, “You so deserve to die like this, more than any of the other elements.”

After an hour of the relaxing grind, Oviduct finally grasped Pinkie more tightly and began to speed up her thrusts. Blood drooled down her balls as they swung to slap Pinkie’s stomach, tiny bits of flesh flicking out from time to time. She finally creamed a searing hot double load, bloating Pinkie’s stomach and pouring out around the holes, burning the inner wounds even more. She pulled out, sated, and returned to her natural form.

“Your turn,” Oviduct said to her children.

Their turn lasted a long time, longer than even Oviduct expected. Pinkie was repeatedly raped in cunt, ass, and mouth, never having one hole empty for more than a second while one pulled out and the next pushed inside. By the time all two dozen hatchlings had taken her, the first were ready again, and they started all over.

They had her in every position that could be fathomed, and a few that shouldn’t work thanks to their rapidly gaining change abilities. All together they went through the whole group four times, and by the time the last trio pumped a hot load into her, it was already evening again. That was fine; it would give Fluttershy enough time to have committed the crime.

There was plenty for Oviduct to amuse herself with as she waited, especially after she found Pinkie’s stash of bondage gear, and decided she’d take that box with her. She also found a large number of photos of Pinkie being intimate with various ponies. There were even a few of Pinkie licking out Fluttershy as well as mounting the yellow pegasus with a strap-on, so Oviduct took those to put them in Fluttershy’s saddle-bag. That should amuse the investigators.

Oviduct didn’t need to tell them to dig in when they finished the fourth pass. Pinkie was already bleeding and covered with gashed by being repeatedly handled by their razor claws, but now felt teeth as one bit down on a front leg.

Pinkie let out one last groan, which actually sounded relieved, and might have even been her trying to say ‘finally’. She went limp, not trying to push them away, though certainly thrashing with each sting of pain whether she wanted to or not.

Her eyes were sucked out of the socket as all four limbs were rapidly striped of flesh. Her gut was sliced open, gore plopping out onto the floor, her womb, intestines and stomach all distended from their fill of cum. As those were bitten, juicy cum drooled down the changeling’s chin like a fleshy cream-filled pastry.

At their new size though, there wasn’t enough to satisfy all. That was fine too, since it would tell Oviduct who the stronger and weaker of the batch were. Unsurprisingly most of the alphas getting the most delightful flesh were females. One of them who apparently hadn’t been fully sated yet mounted Pinkie’s head and began to fuck her empty eye socket as she tore meat from her neck.

The bones were picked clean more quickly than each of the Cakes. Oviduct let them strip the Cake twins’ heads of meat as well, as it felt strange to leave their heads somewhat whole but not the others. Soon she was ready to deal with Fluttershy.

She wanted to rape Fluttershy dearly, but couldn’t do anything to her that might indicate the presence of another person in the house. She magically cleaned the crime scene of any changeling juices, leaving just blood, bone, and the very few little bits of flesh that had been left.

She implanted the memory in Fluttershy’s mind, one where she, being able to talk to animals, had told a swarm of flesh-eating beetles that she’d show them some food, then unleashed them on the Cake family and Pinkie Pie, complete with her rubbing her pussy all over their corpses and creaming herself as they died. Oh that would be so hot to wake up to. She'd probably fly into a psychotic rage just from the shock of it; there was no telling who else she might kill before she was caught.

Either way, it was time to leave... and time to go eat Kevin for fleeing when she was captured and probably covering up the event instead of telling anyone where she was or might be. Hmm... maybe she could take up his job here in Ponyville...

Or perhaps even better. Why return after having dispatched two additional Elements when she could return after having dispatched all the remaining Elements? She'd be a hero. And she knew just how to pick up the spares.