Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank

Kevin was terrified after leaving Oviduct to the mercy of those ponies. It wasn’t because he felt particularly sorry for running, but more he knew what would happen to him if it was known he abandoned a superior in such a situation, and even worse, may have exposed their entire operation. If the ponies found out that changelings were behind even one of the murders, it could domino into a completely disaster for the Kingdom, and whoever was responsible for letting them know would suffer unfathomable amounts of agony.

But over time, he started to calm down. He didn’t hear anything further about it, in fact, which was actually rather strange, but he wasn’t going to question it. The Cake’s would always act awkward when ponies asked them about their foals, but maybe they just didn’t want to talk about their deaths. He started to think everything was fine, and returned to his normal duties in Ponyville.

And one of those duties was to keep tabs on the former elements. Months after the incident, that was what he was doing when he had a walk around Sweet Apple Acres, and he was about to go home for the night. Maybe he could get those donkeys to fuck for him again.

But that’s when he saw it. Applebloom, walking right up to the front door of the Apple home. She pushed a hoof firmly against the door lock for a few moments, a technique that he immediately recognized. That was how Oviduct ‘picked’ locks via reshaping her hoof into a key shape. Even more alarming, Oviduct had talked about a plan she had to kill the Apples that she might use Applebloom’s form to fuck with them.

But it couldn’t be, could it? Surely if she was free, she’d have told on him, and Chrysalis would have been dragging him into a torture chamber literally within hours if not minutes of having it reported. Besides, she had been killed, surely she had been.

He wanted to get closer, but at the same time was afraid that the superior spy would catch on to him following. There was one way he could check without getting too close to her though. He turned around and raced towards Sugar Cube Corner at a full run.

Arriving at Sugar Cube Corner, he took the image of Twilight and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but he did hear something from inside that sounded an awful lot like weeping. Not being that great with keyless entry, he blasted the door handle off and headed inside.

The wailing came from upstairs, where he galloped as quickly as he could manage. There he found none other than Fluttershy, collapsed on the floor and cradling the skeletons of two infants as she rocked herself back and forth. The bones were covered with the tiny marks of teeth and claws, and Kevin immediately knew what had happened.

“Twilight,” Fluttershy wailed as she looked up to see who she thought was her friend, “Twilight you have to kill me... I killed everyone... I killed babies... please kill me!”

“Right um...” Kevin-Twilight wasn’t sure what to do, “Okay, look into my eyes and concentrate, and I’ll kill you.”

Kevin wasn’t as good as a female at mind-fucking ponies, but with Fluttershy already brutally insane and fully cooperative with what he wanted to do, maybe he could work something out. He concentrated as much as he could, desperation driving him on, and implanted what he could in Fluttershy’s mind. Namely, that disposing of the bones via the Apple’s wood chipper would be a great idea, and that she’d need to murder everyone at the residence to make sure no one found out. Maybe someone Oviduct didn’t expect showing up with murderous intent would catch her off guard, and if he was lucky, she’d end up on the list of victims and he’d end up being able to take the credit.

Fluttershy stared into space for a few more moments, then acted as if he wasn’t even there, hurrying to gather up the skeletons of her ‘victims’. He backed off, waiting to see if his last ditch effort would be enough to save him.

Fluttershy ignored anyone she passed on the way, trotting along with a small wagon behind her. Inside, she had the bones of the Cake family and Pinkie, covered with a tarp. Once out of town, she broke into a full gallop, wanting to get to where she was going as fast as she could.

She was still screaming in her own head in despair, tears streaming down her face, but for some reason her determination to die had become determination to get away with it, and not even she knew why. She only knew that no one must know. She knew Applejack had a wood chipper, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that as she’d never seen it. That didn’t matter though, she would get this done and then head home.

Something else burned within her mind too. The more she thought about what she did, the more arousing it felt. Even as she felt intense self-loathing, she could feel her lust drooling down her thighs as she ran.

Though as Fluttershy approached the Apple household and saw the lights on, she realized something else. As much as it intensified her self-hatred, she wanted to kill again. Not just that, she wanted to do it with her own hooves, not just watch beetles rip the flesh from her victims’ bones. As she got closer, she found herself heading to the front door instead of around to the barn to find the wood chipper. She unhitched her wagon, leaving it just outside the door, and pushed open the already unlocked door.

Why not? It wasn’t any worse than what she’d done, and it’d eliminate the chances of witnesses. Then she could just shred them all in the chipper. Then she would go home and ride Harry’s cock while feeding him the fleshy goop that had once been the Apple family. Maybe being a psychopath wouldn’t be so bad after all. She entered the house, shivering in anticipation as she thought about killing another of her friends.

She found herself smiling as she headed to Applejack’s bedroom, where she heard voices. The door was open, so she stepped in. Inside she found Applejack riding a tied up Big Mac on the bed, telling him how she was going to cut him up. Maybe Fluttershy should let her friend kill her brother before Fluttershy killed her, it was only fair since Applejack had already started.

She looked around the rest of the room, first seeing the dead fetus cooling off in a puddle of cum and blood. That was disappointing, as she had been looking forward to ripping out Applejack’s foal herself. Then she saw Applebloom, masturbating to the sight of one sibling about to kill the other.

Fluttershy paused. Wasn’t she dead? Fluttershy could have sworn she was, but was glad she was there, because killing another foal sounded like fun.

Fluttershy licked her lips as she grabbed for a baseball bat on the floor, raising it up as high as she could. She walked right up behind Applebloom, breathing heavily, and slammed it down on her head as hard as she could. Applebloom turned around to see her just before the bat connected, then squeaked and hit the floor. Fluttershy turned around, pinning Applebloom to the floor with one hind hoof, putting all her weight onto her back as she used her other hind hoof to cunt-punt the filly twice, causing Applebloom to convulse and squeak with each kick, the agony jolting through her visible in her movements. She stopped pinning, so the third punt actually punted Applebloom out of the bedroom.

Since the distracted Applejack didn’t appear to notice her, she decided to go murder the filly while AJ was murdering Big Mac, then Fluttershy could finish off AJ and end the whole hick family.

“I’m not... wait...” Applebloom said right before Fluttershy kicked her again.

Fluttershy kicked the filly down the hall, then down the stairs, then into the kitchen. Before Applebloom could form more words, Fluttershy grabbed her and slammed her down on the kitchen counter. She slid her hooves all over her, feeling of her bruised body, one moving to rub at her still sopping wet slit, now surrounded with black and blue bruises.

“Yes! Child-murder is so hot,” panted Fluttershy, that psychotic gleam only brighter, “I’m going to murder SO many ponies, starting with you and your family, then on to Twilight and Spike, then I’ll just go door-to-door. I won’t stop until the corpses are piled high in the streets.” Oh yes, she was far gone. "My only regret is that I don't have a throbbing cock to ram into your underage hole and out your pretty little muzzle."

Applebloom had no idea what to do. The sudden bat to the head, and several kicks to the head on the way here, had her completely out of sorts, and she had to get a spell off to stop this bitch. She couldn’t be murdered by a livestock animal; that would be so humiliating.

“This pussy’s been used, I can tell,” purred Fluttershy, “Little filly slut, let’s use it again!”

Fluttershy grabbed a sharp looking knife that was laying on the counter, then as she held Applebloom down with her other fore leg, she rammed the blade right into her little cunt. Applebloom felt the literal stabbing pain flood up from her pussy as Fluttershy immediately began to fuck her with the blade turning it with each thrust, slicing through the walls of her tunnel, stabbing through her cervix, and chopping up her insides.

Her body lost in spasms, there was no using magic, or even retaining the form. Oviduct returned to her true form in a flash of green magic, and Fluttershy found herself fucking a changeling cunt instead. Fluttershy didn’t even slow down the blade though.

“You little fucker!” Fluttershy growled, “I wanted to kill a filly!”

“Wait... let me..” Oviduct gagged as her blood flowed off the counter, the outright vomited a spray of blood as her internals were chopped up. She tried her very best to shift her vitals away from the blade, but it was hardly easy.

Fluttershy wasn’t listening. She ripped the blade out of Oviduct’s cunt, then left the knife there as she dragged her off the counter. She opened up the oven, pulling out everything inside, then shoved Oviduct in there instead. Oviduct barely fit, and couldn’t shift to a smaller form if she wanted to, but Fluttershy pushed her in regardless, closing the door. She didn’t take the time to figure out which knob turned on the oven or stove eyes, turning them all up as far as they would go.

Fluttershy grinned at Oviduct through the glass on the oven door, Oviduct curled up in the oven with her face against the glass. All Oviduct could do is watch Fluttershy as she moved both fore hooves between her hind legs and masturbated furiously, so much so that Oviduct could clearly hear the slosh –slosh sound of wet pussy against hooves.

Fluttershy didn’t seem TOO down that it wasn’t really Applebloom. She still got to kill someone, and planned to visit other families and murder many other fillies and colts.

Oviduct felt the heating elements warming up, and it didn’t take long for her to feel her flesh sizzle, the bottom one burning at her upper back as the upper one fried her plot, her bleeding cunt pressed right up against it. Agony boiled through her body as her flesh sizzled audibly, filling the tiny space with the smell of her own cooking flesh and boiling fluids. She let out a scream in her torment, but all that managed was to make Fluttershy moan in reply. Finally Oviduct gave in, ceasing her struggle, simply accepting her imminent and inevitable death.

Then she saw it. Behind Fluttershy, Kevin peeked around a corner, waved and winked at her, and showed off his boner by stroking it several times through one of his hoof-holes. He then pointed at her, and thrusts his hips several times, as if saying he was going to bone her charred corpse when it was over. He then settled back in his dark corner, much like Fluttershy, sitting up on his haunches and masturbating as he watched her die.

Oviduct immediately knew that he was the one that brought Fluttershy, and knew immediately why. She felt rage burning through her, even if it was merely background to the pain of her flesh sizzling. To think that little fucker was going to get credit for her deeds, but there was nothing she could do to stop it at this point.

Applejack didn’t notice Applebloom returning to the room, nor Fluttershy dragging her off. She was far too invested in vengeance against her brother for fucking out her fetus. Big Mac actually did see it, but it was just one more confusing thing atop all the other confusion, and it wasn’t like he could tell Applejack about it with the apple gag still in his muzzle.

Applejack rolled her hips more firmly against him, just as erotically as she had so many times before, though all the blood and fluid made it feel squishier than usual to Mac. Applejack didn’t even care that it hurt.

Once she felt his throbbing length reach full hardness inside of her, she pulled herself off. She took the clamp that she had found earlier, and tied it at the base of his shaft, pulling it tight until Big Mac grunted, cutting off circulation and tying off his blood-filled cock like a balloon.

“Say goodbye to yer favorite toy,” Applejack growled, “By the same blade that’s gonna gut yer royal slut of a marefriend.”

Applejack turned herself around, seating herself on his face, rubbing her torn pussy against his nose, forcing the tip of his muzzle into her, cutting off his air for a moment and enjoying the feel of his gags as they massaged her, his suffering worth the pain it caused her.

Mac struggled frantically as he felt the blade touch his belly, then spasmed as she stabbed into his belly just above his shaft. She didn’t cut if off so much as she dug it out by the roots, working her way around slowly, taking her time to enjoy the way his body writhed beneath her. Thanks to the tie off, his shaft remained fully erect even as she left nothing but a fleshy hole where his shaft had been. She left only his balls attached as she twisted it one last time to pull the shaft free.

“Guess ah’ll be findin’ a new stallion to plow some foals into me, maybe even one ah'm not related to,” pondered Applejack, “Not to mention to enjoy our sister’s underage cock holes, then plant one in her the second she’s old enough. Bet yer sorry ya gave up all that now.”

She immediately turned it around, pushing Mac’s tip against his own asshole, forcing the fleshy dildo inside of his dry ass, Applebloom and Applejack’s goo providing just enough lubrication to get it inside, but not much else. He tensed up and shivered violently, but that was the least of his pains as Applejack leaned forward and bit down on his still attached ball sack. The talented muzzle that had pleasured him so many times now managed to pull both of his balls inside where she gnawed on them outright.

Applejack’s cheeks puffed up as she chewed, dull teeth crushing his most sensitive bits between them, bruising them with each bite until finally one gave out completely and literally popped like a large juicy grape. Applejack purred as blood and sperm filled her maw, biting down hard again to burst the second one, then continuing to gnaw them into mush.

Applejack reached down to unfasten his gag, wanting to be able to push his maw further inside, but by this time he wasn’t capable of speech, torrents of pain that he never thought possible burning through his mind and eating away at his sentience. All he could do was shake beneath Applejack even as she creamed hard against his face, the thrill of his agony enough to send her over even as ruined as she was.

Applejack pulled herself off of his muzzle, Big Mac sputtering, trying to cut through the agony enough to tell her that he didn’t do what she thought he did, as if it would do any good. Before he could, she yanked his shaft out of his tail hole and rammed it down his throat instead.

Applejack was about to unleash a flurry of stabbing upon him when she sniffed and picked up the scent of something different. She turned to see, strangely, that someone had placed several containers of kerosene in the room. Perhaps having contact broken suddenly with Oviduct had left her even more nutty than she might have been normally, because she grinned widely. Burning her brother to death would be even more fun. Burning down the house too seemed like a fair trade for such fun.

“Yes, burn...” Applejack drooled, almost falling off the bed and shambling over to the kerosene.

Picking up one of the containers, she laughed hysterically as she moved back to the bed, pouring it out over Big Mac, dousing him in the flammable fluid. Big Mac gagged more as the chemicals burned into his already agonizing wounds, unable to do anything but weakly shake his head as he watched Applejack pick up the kerosene lamp beside their bed, turn it on so that the flame lit, then smash it against his belly.

Twilight headed towards the Apple’s home as soon as she left that morning. Her guards didn’t want her going alone, but Applejack’s message had asked that only she and Spike come, and she didn’t want to insult her friend by not trusting her. After all, ponies that went crazy didn’t calmly write letters to their victims, they typically just started butchering them without warning and for little or no reason. And besides, it wasn’t like she couldn’t subdue Applejack or Big Mac even if they had gone nuts.

When she arrived at the open door of their home, she paused to look at a cart next to the door, whose contents were covered with a tarp. Curiously, she pulled the tarp down, and her eyes widened at what she saw.

It was bones, five skeletons crumpled all together, to small infant ones and three adults. One of them had strings of pink hair still stuck to its head, the color of Pinkie’s mane.

“Um, is that who I think it is?” asked Spike breathlessly from atop her. "I think maybe we should go back and get the guards."

“Pinkie... the Cakes...” Twilight was shocked, not seeming to even hear Spike's logical suggestion.

Her attention was drawn back though by the sound of moaning from inside. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it, as if her mind got foggy each time she tried to identify it. She ran into the open door, rushing into the kitchen to find...

She saw a pony covered in blood, sitting in front of them oven and masturbating rather excitedly as she watched the oven. The oven contained... what was that smell... oh Celestia, it was a pony in there, she was cooking a dead pony.

She thought they looked familiar, but again her mind went foggy when she tried to focus on who. She looked about. A bloody knife, knocked over bottles, smells she couldn’t place. Oviduct's delayed spell took hold and her brain began to make connections that made no sense, yet she was still too foggy to realize.

This wasn’t just a pony killing somepony, she decided... this was the perpetrator. They had been poisoning food to make ponies go insane. This was the one responsible for the deaths and insanity of so many of her friends, now here to finish off the Apple family.

Twilight growled in anger, forgetting that Spike was on her back and rushing forward so quickly that it sent him tumbling off of her onto the floor. As Spike slammed his head against a counter edge and tried hard to recover, Twilight rushed towards the evil pony that she knew was responsible for everything.

Fluttershy didn’t have any time to react before she felt magic grab her by her head and slam her hard into the oven several times. As Fluttershy struggled frantically, kicking her legs and flapping her wings, Twilight engulfed her own body with magic too, the alicorn’s lower body shifting, flesh elongating, bunching up, and forming a thick sheath beneath her, one with no one but two shafts. Shifting for a non-changeling was agonizing, but she barely even shivered, her rage drowning out any hint of pain.

She felt so much rage and strangely so much arousal as well, and she just couldn’t stop herself. As her shaft thickened, she grabbed the back of Fluttershy’s head with a hoof, pushing it down on one of the stove eyes that glowed red with heat above the oven, even as she mounted the pony from behind.

By the time Fluttershy realized who had attacked her, Twilight was already pushing the head of one shaft against her sopping wet cunt, and the head of the second against her unlubricated asshole. Fluttershy shrieked as her face was pushed against the heating element, steam rising as her flesh began to boil, then screamed again as she felt the dual shafts force their way inside, agony pushing down from her head and up from her fuck holes to collide in the middle. Fluttershy could do nothing but thrash and piss herself, urine rolling down her thighs and dripping off of Twilight’s swinging ball sack.

Twilight groaned at the feeling of two unwilling holes convulsing and squeezing at her cocks, rolling back her eyes as her rage was slowly swapped out for sadistic pleasure. She ripped Fluttershy’s face off of one stove eye, leaving strips of flesh and one of Fluttershy’s eyes stuck to the metal surface, skin boiling, the eye popping from the heat before Twilight pressed the other side of Fluttershy's face against it.

“Die you insufferable cunt!” growled Twilight, “I’m going to fuck your corpse in every hole, I'm not going to stop until there are more maggots than flesh.”

Kevin jumped when Twilight charged in, sighing in relief when she didn’t see him, instinctively morphing into an innocuous object in the corner, a lamp of all things. It didn’t allow him a whole lot of sensory input, but he could still feel the presence of those around him. He just had to wait until Twilight was done and gone so he could leave.

Oviduct thrashed within the oven, giving one last shove against the door, and to her surprise, it cracked open and wasn’t pushed back shut. She couldn’t tell what was happening outside, her vision distorted, but could definitely tell someone else had entered the picture. She didn’t question it, shoving harder at the door, which glanced Fluttershy’s belly as it opened fully.

There was Fluttershy, getting plowed by Twilight as she screamed and burned. It would have normally been a pleasing sight, especially given that Oviduct had a pretty good view of the penetration points, but there was no time for that now. Oviduct forced herself to move, pulling herself out of the oven, literally leaving chunks of his skin sizzling against the heating elements, raw muscle exposed to the elements as she tumbled out of it.

Her mind spun. Changelings could take a lot more damage than ponies and still recover, but she had no idea if she was beyond the point of no return. All she could do was hope, as she dragged herself across the floor, leaving a trail of blood and flesh behind her, just wanting to get away from the heat, and hoping that Twilight didn’t see her.

Meanwhile, Spike’s perspective was quite different than Twilight’s. As he finally cleared his head, his eyes fell upon Twilight bending Fluttershy over and shoving her screaming face against the stove eye. The logical conclusion was that Twilight had fallen victim to the horrible illness that had stricken so many ponies and was now murdering Fluttershy for no reason. Of course he wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t quite clear either.

“Twilight no!” Spike yelled as he grabbed Twilight by the hind leg and tried to pull her away, only to get a swift kick to the gut which sent him sprawling again.

When he rose again, he saw spotted Oviduct’s bloody near-corpse pulling herself painfully across the floor. Missing most of her flesh, the charred changeling didn’t look very different from a charred pony, so Spike ran to her, not knowing who she was, and grasped her in his arms, deciding to save who he could.

He dragged her across the floor more quickly, making his way to the front door again, then rolling her beneath the cart as if to hide her. She groaned in agony as every touch was agonizing pain, spasming as she was put down, arching her back and trying to scream, though nothing came out.

“I’m so sorry!” Spike was crying himself, “I’ll... I’ll come back for you, I have to try to stop her first...Um... I’ll find Applejack!... um... ”

He realized that this might be Applejack, he couldn’t tell, but all the same his own chance of stopping Twilight was to get some kind of help. He rushed back into the house, taking several steps at a time as he rushed upstairs, running into Applejack’s bedroom.

“Applejack I—“ he trailed off, staring at the scene before him.

Big Mac had just been set aflame, and now was somehow screaming like a banshee despite his own cock having been shoved down his throat. Applejack was laughing hysterically as she picked up a second container, carrying it with her back towards them. Completely lost in her madness now, Applejack crawled atop her flaming brother, flames eating at her own flesh as she did so. She sat down on his face once again, rolling her hips even as she dumped the second canister of kerosene over her own body, which lit up with flames just as Mac’s had.

“Oh FUCK no!” Spike blinked, and turned around to flee back the way he came.

There was clearly nothing he could do here. He’d try to get whoever the charred pony was to the hospital and ask for the help of whoever was there.

Applejack didn’t see Spike either, far too engrossed in her insanity. The sudden dislinking from Oviduct’s mind as she was dragged off had left Applejack’s mind completely scrambled, going off the deep end in a way that couldn’t be predicted or stopped.

Even as her fur was singed away and her flesh began to boil to the point that it melded with Mac’s below her, she continued rolling her hips. She came herself hard, perhaps harder than she ever had before, though all the juice that splattered from her loins was immediately boiled away in a flash of steam.

It was only then that Applejack fully realized what she had done, and her own scream exceeded even Mac’s. She tried to pull herself away, only to find that her cunt and thighs had literally melted into Mac’s face, leaving her stuck against him. She thrashed violently, but was helplessly stuck in the flames.

Big Mac gagged his last even as he felt his sister thrashing about above him. He didn’t even question why Applejack had set herself aflame; it wasn’t any weirder than than all else that had happened. He just happy that his confusing torment was finally ending.

Finding herself unable to escape, Applejack finally began to laugh, just flopping down against her brother’s fresh corpse, allowing the flames to lick at her. Her vision faded as her eyes boiled out of her skull, hearing leaving and her laugh finally ceasing as her tongue swelled up and burst from the heat. The shivering pony finally spasmed into her death throes, one more element eliminated, but sadly with no changeling there to feed on her as she died.

Slowly, the fire spread outward from the bed, and soon the entire room was engulfed in the flames. The last canister of kerosene fell over, allowing the fire to roll out into the hall in a wave of burning liquid.

Meanwhile Twilight’s body shuddered as she continued to ram Fluttershy. Fluttershy vomited blood all over the stove top as her body began to shake violently in deathgasm as well. The sick quickly boiled away, and Twilight didn’t even care that she was dead. She had no intention to stop fucking this pony until there was nothing left.

Her body convulsed as she let loose her climax, expelling loads of magical cum into Fluttershy’s wrecked body. She continued to pack in the seed, filling Fluttershy so quickly, her gut swelling so rapidly, that the pegasus’ organs ruptured, her belly bloating up like a balloon before it ruptured as well. Twilight’s cum poured onto the open oven door and filled the entire room with cum-steam.

Spike ran through the smoke, trying to find the door, but something found him first. Twilight saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, and Fluttershy’s corpse hardly hardly had time to hit the floor before Twilight had yanked herself free and leaped across the kitchen to pin Spike onto the floor.

“You think you’re going to get away after what you did?” snarled Twilight, “You think you can just walk away from this?!”

“Twilight no!” Spike screamed, “It’s me Spike! Twilight you have to stop, you just killed Fluttershy! Applejack and Mac are dead too, Twilight you have to stop before it goes any further!”

Twilight’s addled mind didn’t make out his words at the moment though, instead pushing him fully onto his back and pulling herself atop him. Her magical cocks vanished, and instead Spike found her rolling her hips against his own groin, suddenly his belly awash in his best friend’s drooling cunt honey.

Spike wasn’t sure how to respond to this, because this is something that he had actually fantasized about for a very long time and never had the guts to ask for. He’d been hoping that he’d get a go at her at Applejack’s party that they had both intended to attend, but that was very obviously not happening now that half the guest list was dead or insane. Maybe once she got off again she’d come to her senses?

It was hard to care as he felt her warmth rub against his reptilian slit and coax out his own twin shafts, no doubt Twilight’s inspiration for her own method of double-raping Fluttershy. His preteen mind flooded with hormones from the feeling of the adult cunt rubbing against him, he almost forgot about all the ponies that were dead or dying around him. He hadn’t felt such a hot pussy against him since before Rarity went missing. He shook violently as he felt her slip both his throbbing shafts into her slick pussy.

“Yeah fuck me you perv,” Twilight groaned, “Then I’m gonna crush you with my cunt.”

“Twilight?” Spike panted, hoping she was speaking figuratively, “Do you not know who I am?”

“It doesn’t matter who you are,” Twilight drooled onto his face, “In a few minutes you’ll be dead and I’ll be cumming on your corpse.”

And with that, Spike’s brief bliss began to fade as he realized how very fucked he was in the bad way. Especially when he realized that his cocks were no longer the only things inside Twilight, but that she’d sucked up his legs and tail as well, and that her tightly stretched cunt was sliding further and further up his body.

“Yeah you like pony pussy, don’t you,” Twilight growled, “After you suffocate in mine, I’m gonna take your corpse home and fuck it every night until it rots apart in my hooves.”

Twilight grasped his head in both front hooves now, wedging his head against the floor and then shoving herself downward like she was sitting on a thick dildo. She moaned and laughed as her well-stretched cunt wrapped itself around his torso, the slimy lips sliding up his body even as he struggled to crawl free, his kicking legs and twisting tail only serving to pleasure her.

He tried to claw his way across the floor, even as he felt her warmth slide up to his shoulders, neck, and up onto his chin. He let out a last desperate, “Twilight no!” before his head disappeared, the last thing sticking out his frantically scratching claws.

He felt her tunnel churn around him, and then compress, as if she had magically reshaped her insides with the sole purpose of crushing the life out of him. He finally extended his claws and scratched frantically, but it seemed like alicorn anatomy was a lot more resistant to damage than he had thought. Her flesh knitted itself back together as fast as he could tear it, and in the end only served to make her shudder harder.

Finally he felt fluid flood around him as she came hard, cunt honey splurting across the floor like a fountain as she compressed again, tunnel rippling up and down him as he was crushed. His rib cage gave, bones snapping and stabbing at his internal organs. He tried to scream, but all he did was inhale a deep breath of a mix of her pussy juice and his blood, giving one more violent spasm before his head was crushed, skull fracturing and brains exploding from his eyes and mouth as they were squeezed out.

She purred as she came down from her orgasm, squeezing one more time and spitting Spike’s crushed corpse out of her cunt, splattering on the floor, coating with her juices as his blood puddled around him.

It was at this point that her mind cleared, and her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at the body of her best friend. She screamed, backing away from him, then looked around in confusion. She saw Fluttershy’s body hanging from the oven as her face continued to fry, and it all came back to her. Everything she’d done, and what Spike had said. He mentioned the Apples too... did she kill them as well? Oh Celestia no...

When Kevin came back to his main form and had a look around, he found a lot more chaos than he expected. Smoke was streaming down from upstairs, Fluttershy’s corpse was hanging from the stove, head still sizzling on the eye as her plot leaked blood and cum, and Twilight literally crushing Spike inside her pussy.

More importantly, where the hell was Oviduct? He panicked at the idea of her escaping. She might still be able to heal even with the damage that she had, so he had to find her as quickly as possible and extinguish her before she had time to start healing.

He followed the blood trail where Spike had dragged her, ducking behind Twilight so that she didn’t see him and heading out the door. There he finally found Oviduct laying beneath the wagon, body shaking violently as she tried desperately to cope with the massive damage.

Oviduct opened her eyes, feeling another of her own kind nearing, and looked at Kevin even as he crawled beneath with her. He grinned down at her, pushing her charred hind legs apart, rubbing his belly against hers as his cock began to harden rapidly.

“Oh you’re not getting away,” Kevin purred, “I’m gonna tear your fucking head off as I plow you just so I can feel your cunt spasm as you die! Then I’LL go home as a hero and you’ll be forgotten!”

Oviduct tried to clear her head even as she felt him atop her. Her pussy was literally burned shut, so he had to tear it open with a slice of his claws just to get his cock into her. He then groaned as he felt her heat around him, then morphed his fore hooves into claws and clenched hard around her neck, twisting hard. She could feel her neck about to give way, seconds from him creaming into her headless corpse.

And then she felt it. A surge of rage and despair as she had never felt before, flooding her mind as if she had a direct link. Where was it coming from?

It only took her a moment to realize that she was feeling Twilight’s mind as she came to her senses, her recent link with Twilight enough to connect them as the alicorn exploded in emotive energy. Oviduct had no idea that such energy existed, the energy of connecting to a suicidal goddess. She grasped onto it in desperation and focused it, feeling like she might explode from the sudden power surge.

Kevin suddenly pulled his claws back, yelping as her body became scalding hot to the touch. He pulled back as quickly as he could, but even then found his throbbing shaft seared with heat, like he had stuck his dick into a bonfire.

He was thrown backwards from under the wagon, tumbling across the ground, barely able to get up before Oviduct was atop him again, red eyes burning with power as she cackled madly. He shrieked as she pushed her rapidly healing hole back around his cock, and he felt her energy scalding him once again. She slid her hooves over his chest, then lay down against him, just the touch of her body enough to make him scream.

He lay helpless as she invaded his mind, and made a connection between him and Twilight as well. But for him, it wasn’t to her emotion, it was to her physical body. Oviduct could feel Twilight’s intention. Oviduct wasn’t certain how difficult it was for an alicorn to commit suicide, but Kevin was about to find out how it felt to try.

Twilight took one last look at Spike’s corpse, and that look of abject horror on his face, ironically crushed to death inside his surrogate mother’s cunt. She stroked his head one more time, and slowly placed him beside her on the floor.

Her mind was flooded with a despair she had never felt. She didn’t want to go get help for herself, she didn’t want to face Celestia, Luna, or anyone else. She just wanted to die; she DESERVED to die.

She took hold of the bloody knife that had ended up on the floor near her, holding it up and looking at the blood on the blade. She sat back on her haunches against the counter, slid the blade down her body, and tensed up before ramming it inside of her own cunt.

Bolts of pain shot up through her, but she didn’t care; she deserved so much more. She twisted the blade, pushing it all the way in and then fishing it about, tearing up her murderous insides. As she sobbed bitterly, her eyes fogging up both from tears and the smoke now filling the room, she yanked the blade upwards, cutting her belly from cunt to belly button and higher, not stopping until it met the bottom of her rib cage.

She yanked the blade out and began to violently stab her own gut, losing out of how many times she impaled herself, flesh and blood splattering across the floor as she did so. Finally she was exhausted, her guts spilling out as she tumbled forward on the floor. She dropped the knife and lay still, simply waiting to die.

She expected to bleed out within minutes, but her body stubbornly remained conscious. She was still alive when she felt the heat of the rapidly spreading flames against her, the flashes of red and orange barely visible through the thick smoke. She didn’t particularly want to burn to death, but didn’t particularly think she deserved to avoid it either. She rolled herself over towards the heat, flopping onto her back within the flames, feeling it lick against her.

As she lay sprawled on her back with legs and wings splayed out, the flames surrounded her. Feathers and fur were scalded off of her, her skin feeling as if it was melting within the heat. Her skin slowly charred off her body as the flames licked deeper into her.

Yet the alicorn had underestimated her own near-immortality. Once her skin was boiled off, her body seemed to be resisting, even healing itself. It did nothing to quench the pain, but the flames just couldn’t damage her quickly enough to end her miserable life. Hours after she had stabbed herself, she was still conscious and burning. The whole house was collapsing around her, but she was still wide awake.

As much as she might think she deserved it, it became intolerable. She had to find a way to end this, but how? She dragged herself through the flames, weakly pulling herself over fallen burning lumber, pushing debris aside. She finally felt the ground beneath her, and began dragging herself towards where she believed the Apple’s barn was. Her bearings off due to her rather charred brain, she spent almost half an hour going the wrong direction before realizing her mistake and turning around.

As she crawled back the right way, she felt a string of her own guts dragged behind her, leaving a trail of her own organs as her charred body came apart. Despite all the damage, her nerves felt fresh, new torment stabbing through her every second. She couldn’t sob or scream, her eyes long having boiled out of her head, her lower jaw left on the ground somewhere behind her, having to stretch out her magic to sense her surroundings.

Another hour passed before she made it to the barn, then she strained to remember why she had gone there. Finally she spotted what she had wanted, a box full of dynamite that the Apple’s used to clear land to plant new trees. She shook with frustration as she tried to tear it open, throwing the lid across the room when she finally managed to. She yanked out several sticks, managing to shove one into what was left of her fuck tunnel, and a second one into her ass. She had to force them in since most of her flesh was melted together, but soon nothing but their wicks were free. She stuffed a third into her own throat, neck swelling the same as it might with a cock, but far more damaging things in mind. It took all the magic she had left to light them, and she finally fell onto her back again, waiting patiently for her agony to be finished.

The dynamite in her back end in went off first, an unbelievable pulse of pain shattering her mind as she felt her body literally ripped apart. The force of the blast sent her top half flying in an arc, slamming into the far wall of the barn. Unfortunately for her, it also knocked the dynamite from her mouth, and it dropped to the ground where the wick was put out as it splashed into a puddle of Twilight’s blood.

All Twilight was now was an upper torso, head, and skeletalized fore legs, yet somehow she was still alive. She let out an ethereal scream as her very soul convulsed in torment. She tried to relight the dynamite that had fallen next to her, but found that he horn had shattered on impact, only sending more waves of pain through her when she attempted to use her magic.

Now utterly desperate to end her pain, but barely able to move, and completely unable to sense her surroundings, she groped around with her broken fore hooves. She found a hack saw, and though her gore covered hooves made it hard to manipulate, she put it to her neck and began to force it back and forth.

The fastest she could go was still incredibly slow, and even as the blade slowly cut through her throat and the flesh of her neck, the pain didn’t lessen, her consciousness still wired awake as much as always. Finally she got to the back of her neck, cutting as far upwards as she could to try and sever her brain stem, but the going was even slower than before.

She wasn’t even sure if she was making progress at all, but she wasn’t about to stop before she was incapable of going on. Finally she felt her spine crack off as she blinding pried at it with the steel blade, her front legs falling limp and useless.

She was just a charred head now, or most of one, yet she was somehow still here. She screamed in frustration inside of her head, the only thing left that she could do, wishing more than anything that she hadn’t been ‘blessed’ with alicorn status. Her entire existence was now nothing but agony; no other senses present, and each wave of torment piling atop the last rather than replacing it.

Oviduct’s revenge on her old friend was worth all she’d went through that day. If anything she owed him thanks; she’d get credit for having murdered all four remaining elements in less than 24 hours. Not only that, but absorbing Twilight’s despair was giving her vital data, practically ensuring that she’d be included on any mission to murder the remaining princesses.

But for now, it was time to enjoy her victory. She held Kevin on his back on the ground, riding atop him, slowly grinding her hips to push herself up and down on his throbbing shaft. She purred as she enjoyed the nice stretch of her lips around him, though he wasn’t capable of getting any enjoyment from it. He twitched and convulsed beneath her, legs sprawled out and spasming with each new agony.

He felt every torment as Twilight gutted herself, burned, then dragged her broken body around. He thrashed wildly at the feeling of her blowing herself apart, but unlike her, he didn’t get the relief of half of his body being gone; he still felt utter torment in every ounce of his flesh.

Oviduct’s whole body was awash in pleasure as she fed upon his and Twilight’s agony simultaneously. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed atop him, but by the time Twilight was sawing her own heat off, Kevin lay in a literal puddle of Oviduct’s cunt honey.

It was time to end it though, so Oviduct finally pulled herself off of him with a lewd slurp. She slid up over his body, dragging her drenched pussy up his chest and over his face, then turned to seat herself at his head. Her fleshy, veiny ovipositor was pulled free and flopped against his face, and he knew what was coming, his eyes begging her for pity that she gleefully denied him.

“Sorry yet?” panted Oviduct, “I’ll teach you to betray your betters.”

Her ovipositor stretched out, tip opening up almost like a mouth, sliding over his muzzle, up to his terrified looking eyes. She mounted his head slowly, pushing her hips against him, sighing happily as she slid his muzzle in and out of the orifice.

“Stupid male,” purred Oviduct, “Did you really think a cum repository like you could best a hot cunt like me? I’m gonna melt you into spunk and cum you all over Twilight’s corpse. You should be thankful; becoming my orgasm is more than you deserve.”

Her tip stretched more, pushing itself over his face. He was still in too much agony to resist or try to speak, his body shivering violently as she slowly encompassed his head. She slid her hooves over his trembling form, soaking up his terror, then leaned forward to mockingly run her long tongue around his shaft.

At this point Kevin’s mind was torn to the point that he wasn’t even capable of pleasure. The lightest touch from Oviduct was searing pain atop what he already felt from the connection with Twilight. Even her wet maw working at his throbbing shaft was a torrent of pain, each lap of her tongue feeling like she was crushing his balls.

Oviduct picked up Kevin’s plot, grasping it with both front hooves, sitting up and continued slurping at his maleness like a teat even as she fed him into her superior anatomy. He kicked his hind legs frantically as his front legs were pinned to his sides, her opening sliding down his frame. His body spasmed in agony as he spilled his last cum load ever into her maw, her tongue twirling about his shaft to lap up every last drop.

Afterward she shoved him down as quickly as she could, pushing down on his plot, his panicked legs kicking for a few more moments before they too were pinned together. Her belly swelled as her body took him in, and immediately began churning him into soup. For a moment she just sat back, idly rubbing at her pussy, feeling him squirm within her.

She was so packed with energy that she made short work of him. Immediately his body was covered in acidic goo that burned at his skin, peeling it off and working at his muscles beneath. Trying to scream just got him a lung full of it, allowing it to tear him apart inside, thrashing about as he slowly suffocated. By the time he lost consciousness, he could feel his body literally breaking into pieces, her body churning around him as he was ground into magical cum.

Oviduct took one more look at the house, now one giant pyre for her victims, then went to where she sensed Twilight still suffering. Her gut dragged along the ground at first, but very quickly began to tighten up, the rapid dissolution of her prey finishing up as she approached.

Within the barn, she found pieces of Twilight everywhere, the largest being her upper torso and front hooves, laying there next to her charred and severed head. She knew Twilight was still conscious, because she could still feel her utter despair, so she decided to enjoy her one last time as she died.

She grasped the head in her fore hooves and pulled it to her crotch, pushing her ovipositor up through Twilight’s neck hole and out her muzzle. She half-laughed and half-moaned as she began to pull it up and down her shaft like the fuck toy it had been reduced to. All those years of growth and study cut short and rendered useless.

Twilight could feel herself picked up and something throbbing push up through her neck. She couldn’t tell who it was, though it didn’t help her shattered mind to think that the first person to find her body decided to fuck her severed head. Slowly she let her thoughts go, though, letting herself sink into a pit of pain. He last moments were the purest of torment.

Oviduct’s shaft pulsed, the first few drops of Kevin’s remain drooling from her tip. She pulled out of Twilight’s neck, turning her head around and instead pushing against an eye socket. The pulverized eye was easily pushed within, stabbing her dick into Twilight’s brain, gray matter pushed out the opposite eye socket as she began to thrust.

The heat of brains around her shaft, not to mention the power trip of murdering a nigh indestructible being, sent her over the edge quickly. Kevin’s liquefied corpse was blasted into Twilight’s head as she finally passed out of consciousness, brains and spunk spraying out of her opposite eye, her neck, her muzzle, and even her ears, blasting out like a fountain and splattering down on the rest of her corpse.

As Oviduct finally came down from her high, she let Twilight’s head fall atop her body with a splat, grinning down at the pile of gore and spunk before turning to go. This was going to be quite the mess for someone to discover, but as for Oviduct, it was time to go home as a hero.