Chapters Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
Doomie lay on his back, the slimy floor of the cave perfectly comfortable for the changeling. What was even more comfortable about his position, was the fact that his pulsing shaft was angled straight upwards and presently ball deep within a very tight and underage pony pussy. He hissed appreciatively, jagged hooves grasping against her cute little hips as he rammed himself into her tiny rape hole.
“So,” Doomie grunted, “They just let you live there? In your true form?”
“Sure,” panted Thorax, “It’s part of the new spying initiative. All I had to do was stagger about the outskirts looking starved, gave puppy dog eyes to the first idiot I saw, and in no time I had ‘em feeling guilty about hating me. Now they wouldn’t blame me for anything, even if they think a changeling did it, because the ‘nice’ changeling that volunteered he was a changeling can’t possibly be a spy, right?” He chuckled. “They didn’t even check to make sure the guy that vouched for me wasn’t also a changeling.”
Thorax took quite a while to get all that out, mostly due to the fact that he was putting all his weight down on the same filly that Doomie was plowing from below, his own wicked, barbed changeling cock inside of her ass, slamming her down against Doomie for Doomie to slam her back up, small wet shivering body feeling amazing between them. He took a break from speaking to lean over and lick the tears from the sobbing filly’s face.
“Are ponies really that stupid?” Doomie panted, between clenched teeth, looking as if he was about to inject that poor filly with enough rape juice to burst.
“They are RIDICULOUSLY stupid,” confirmed Kevin, “They invited me to their wedding, and asked me to be in my true form there because they didn’t think poor widdle Kevin should have to hide who he was. Now the stupid donkeys let me feed on them every time they fuck: as in they don't mind if I stand right next to their bed, even if I'm openly masturbating to them."
The reason that their mutual victim wasn’t screaming much louder was that Kevin was also reaming her remaining hole, her neck bulging grotesquely with his girth, her eyes rolled back as drool and blood trickled down her cheek, gagging violently and looking near death. Her muffled screams felt better vibrating through Kevin’s shaft anyway.
Suddenly though there was a flash of green energy bursting around the little filly, and suddenly the three were pushed outward a bit by the larger form of a female changeling now between them.
“Fucking damn it, Oviduct,” Doomie complained, “I was like ten seconds from creaming filly snatch.”
“Yeah what the fuck?” added Thorax, pulling out of her ass as if she were bread that he just realized was moldy.
“Sorry!” said the female changeling, “Sorry I... it’s really hard to keep your true form when you got three dicks in you.”
“Never bothered me,” grunted Kevin, pulling back, then intentionally jabbing her eye as hard as he could with his dick before dismounting.
“Fuck!” Oviduct covered the one eye, “Why is it always the fucking eye!”
“It doesn’t matter,” groaned Doomie, shoving Oviduct off him, “It’s not the same when they aren’t really underage.” he glanced over to the others, “Hey, what about where you guys are living? Any fillies that wouldn’t be missed too badly?”
“Plenty in Ponyville, though probably not any that wouldn't be missed,” shrugged Kevin, “Actually, there’s a filly guide camping trip in about two weeks. Wouldn’t be too hard to snatch ‘em all up, have our fun, and leave ‘em all either pregnant or rotting.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Thorax rolled his eyes, “Except the Queen won’t want us wasting ‘time and resources’ on something like that, and if we do it without it being approved as a misson, there might be Tartarus to pay.”
“So come up with a way to write it out like it’s a mission,” said Oviduct, blinking her eye as she recovered, “Tell her we’re... sowing distrust among ponies, or something. Just have to word the request properly.”
“Hm, maybe,” Thorax didn’t seem sure.
“Drones are such idiots,” complained Oviduct, “I’ll get us a form, meet me in my room.”
Oviduct’s room wasn’t a slimy cave, it was actually quite well kept in fact. She sat in the middle of a large, plush, heart-shaped bed, reading glasses on and a pen, ink well, and paper form hovering next to her. The form said ‘Support Mission and Mission Planning Form’ across the top.
The three drones sat around her at the corners of the bed, looking fairly bored. They didn’t really have a lot of faith in her plan at this point, and would have all rather been fucking each other on the bed than talking about paperwork. Still, she was a breeding female, and those were smarter than drones, so they were giving it a chance.
“Let’s see,” Oviduct read the form, “Thorax and Kevin work for the Changeling Intelligence Agency, right? So we’ll put CIA for the requesting agency... uh, I’ll put Kevin as the requesting officer since he’s assigned to Ponyville... what’s your cell number and email, Kevin?”
Kevin looked up as if he hadn’t been listening very well, but caught on, “Oh uh... 56-723 and thecrimsonfillyfucker@changeling.gov .”
“Type of mission,” she continued, “Eh... counterintelligence maybe? Sounds right enough. Misson start date I’ll put a week from now, end date a month from now to give us some wiggle room. Alright here we go, description of situation.”
“We want to bang some real fillies,” said Doomie.
“That’s the thing, she’ll never approve this,” complained Thorax. "She'd be all like 'We're not just evil for the sake of being evil like some 80's cartoon villain, we have to have motives' or whatever."
“Oh for crying out loud...” Oviduct growled, “I know you're all just cum storage, but could you at least try to listen? We just have to make it sound more important than it is! I’ll start... ‘As it is our duty to liberate ponies from their oppressive regime, we believe the next logical step is to sow discord between the civilians and Equestrian military. Using the information provided by our new network of spies, we will target common civilian activities while disguised as officers of their military. We will use new memory injection techniques to convince the ponies we impersonated that they themselves actually committed the crimes.”
“Huh,” Kevin sounded a bit more agreeable now, “Might work. Put in that the best way to maximize distrust is to target the civilians that are seen as most vulnerable or innocent in their society, or something.”
“And that we need to have like... a test mission,” added Thorax, “So the Queen doesn’t have to float a big campaign, just a tiny test mission. Wouldn’t cost anything but time to just try once, right?”
“Yeah, but how do we convince her to include us?” asked Doomie, “Thorax is stationed in the Crystal Empire and me and Oviduct aren’t even in the CIA.”
“Well, we could say we need Thorax because we want to include a member of the Crystal Guard as one of the perpetrators, in order to sow distrust between the two empires,” Oviduct said, "And Doomie... you’re familiar with Ponyville because you go there to fuck that talkative pink slut for information sometimes. I mean I’ll word is different, but you’re familiar with the area, right?”
“Not bad,” admitted Doomie, “What about you? Don't they need you here getting fucked and plopping out eggs.”
“I only do that when the Queen doesn’t feel like doing it,” grumbled Oviduct. “I have other responsibilities.”
“Oh yeah,” chuckled Thorax, “You also work for what... the Department of Agriculture?”
“Don’t you see guys? That’s perfect!” Oviduct sounded sharp at their complaining, “I can say I’m following along to test out new food sources. See if I can find a way to feed off terror and disgust, and this mission is the perfect chance to kill two pegasai with one boulder. Not to mention, I've lent help with the new memory injection technique, which is also something we need to test.” She looked at them and grinned sadistically, “So what do you say guys? Sounds like a ticket to some non-artificial foal cunt, am I right?”
The drones looked at her, then at each other, each of them slowly grinning as well.
Chrysalis hated getting bothered when she was at work, and right now she was very much working. She was laying sprawled out against a large rock, eyes rolled back, a random drone atop her, clinging to her ample bottom as he quite violently slammed his barbed cock into her chaffed pussy. She didn’t even bother looking up to see who it was that was sent in anymore. As if that wasn’t enough, she was simultaneously pushing out eggs through her ovipositor which were then carried back to the egg chambers. They had lost too many soldiers in a dispute with another hive, and she had to make more. She didn't like to call on the other egg-laying females too much, she liked to feel like the whole hive was her own children.
“Queen Chrysalis,” whatever drone was fucking her at the moment panted.
“I hope you’re not a talker,” Chrysalis groaned, “You're a cum depot, not a therapist.”
“Hate... to bother you... right now, but there’s a really important mission that my comrade in the CIA needs sort of... rush approval for.”
“Oh for the love of,” moaned Chrysalis, trying to focus her eyes on the form that was floated in front of her face. She skimmed over it, “Dissent... distrust... spy initiative... memory injection tests... oh that, whatever.” She dipped a claw into a puddle of her own greenish blood, and signed the document.
It seemed that Oviduct’s plan to ask Chrysalis when she was ‘distracted’ had been a good one as well. It was really useful being friends with a superior.
Soon, the fun would begin.
Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
Whitetail Woods wasn’t nearly so dangerous as the Everfree Forest, but it was plenty spooky at night. The filly guides felt safe though, as both Applejack and Rarity had volunteered to go to the camp space with them, the latter after emotional blackmail by Sweetie Belle. Of course with two volunteers needed to watch them, there were more than just the Cutie Mark Crusaders there.
There was Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, neither of whom wanted to be there. The Crusaders had made it sound a lot better than it was,
Aside from them, there was Ginger Snap and Zipporwhill, both ponies that none of the others knew well. The reason was that they were from a younger class, eight years old rather than nine.
The mares were about to show them how to start the campfire, when there was suddenly a crash, the sound of a cart suddenly slamming into the ground nearby, then the rickety roll of wheels against dirt as it approached. Pulling it was none other than Rainbow Dash and Soarin. Strangely, they were both in their full Wonderbolt uniforms. Not the show ones, but the ones that the Wonderbolts would use for military combat if there ever was such a thing.
“Guys, we have to go!” Rainbow said, “It’s an emergency, they aren’t safe out here!”
“Everyone get in the wagon, we’ll pull you to safety,” added Soarin.
“Hold on one gosh darn minute,” Applejack didn’t usually censor herself, but she was around foals. ”Explain what is goin’ on. Is this a prank?”
“Come now Rainbow,” added Rarity, “I’ve no doubt Soarin’ would help you with a prank; everypony know he’s been getting all up in your hoo-ha.” What a colorful, foal-friendly way of saying they were banging.
“As if half the town hasn’t been up your hoo-ha, Rarity,” muttered Applejack.
“There’s no time to explain!” begged Rainbow Dash.
From within the wagon, another head poked free, followed by a second. The first was none other than Prince Shining Armor, while the second was a soldier that no one there recognized; Flash Sentry wasn’t exactly as important as the other ones there.
“You know who I am,” said Shining, “And that I would never joke about such things. It’s coming this way, PLEASE get in as quickly as you can.”
“Okay...” Applejack was stunned, but the presence of the prince seemed to cease any thoughts about it not being real. “Well come on you fillies, into the wagon.”
They rounded them up, leaving most of their filly guide equipment there, probably thinking that could come back and get it later. Well, one of them was right. Rarity was blushing quite a lot as well, after having referred to her friend’s sex life during what now seemed to be a real situation.
“Close the back door Flash,” Shining said, "Then get over here.”
Flash did so once all the ponies were aboard, and then moved back to the front with Shining, trying hard to hide a grin all the way there. Meanwhile Soarin and Rainbow Dash hitched themselves back onto the carriage, taking off quickly, everyone losing their balance as they started up, but composed themselves as the carriage righted itself behind them as they always did for pegasai. They flew as low as they could, as if trying to hide themselves.
“What happened?” Applejack spoke up, “Are we flyin’ away from Ponyville? Did somethin’ happen there? What about mah kin?” She was clearly about to enter panic mode.
“Not even I know much, and I feel like if any of us try to explain it,” said Rainbow, “It’ll just be more confusing. Believe me, you need to hear this from someone that knows more. Your family is probably already where we're going.”
Applejack quieted herself, a serious look on her face, as Rarity set next to her, on her haunches with wide eyes as her mind too flooded with all the horrible things that might have happened. Zipporwhill started to cry quietly, and Rarity tugged her over to put one hoof around her in comfort.
“There, there,” said Rarity, “I’m sure it’s nothing awful.” Even if her own eyes said that’s exactly what she thought it was, and she had no idea how right she was.
It turned out the trip wasn’t very far, and they swooped down from the sky less than ten minutes later. The wagon smacked the pathway hard, sounding as if the wheels almost came loose, and shambled into what looked like an old abandoned barn. They flew right into the open barn doors and finally stopped. What’s more, Flash and Shining hopped out the front and ran back to close the barn doors behind them. They used a huge bar to keep it shut, one heavy enough that they had trouble lifting it into place even together.
“What’s goin’ on?” asked Applejack, “There’s no one else here.”
Rainbow chuckled, swishing her tail to brush Soarin’s underside before unlatching herself from the carriage, Soarin casually unhitching himself as well.
“Excuse me, is somepony going to answer us?” asked Rarity, seeming to take offense. She unlatched the back door to the wagon, hopping out and taking a better look around, as if trying to find someone else, then looking disgusted at the dusty floor.
“Come on, all fillies out,” Shining motioned, “Once you’re out, we’ll tell you what’s going on.”
The little one tumbled out, several sniffling though none outright crying at this point. They all looked a bit confused needless to say.
“And here we go,” said Rainbow Dash with her trademark smirk.
But the actions taken next were anything but typical. First Flash grabbed hold of Scootaloo without warning, sitting back on his haunches as he held her with one leg. He produced a razor, which he held against Scootaloo’s throat using his sticky pony hoof to grasp it. Scootaloo started to squirm, but went wide-eyed and very still when she felt the blade against her flesh.
“R-Rainbow Dash? What’s going on?” asked Scootaloo.
At the same time, Shining Armor grasped Sweetie Belle with his magic, pulling her through the air, the little filly squealing and running in mid-air when she saw Scootaloo getting rough-housed. She couldn’t stop her movement with her own meager magic skills, and soon ended up in the same position, even if the blade at her throat was held with magic.
“What’s goin’ on?” Applebloom shrieked as Soarin grabbed her as well, dragging her towards where her other friends were held. Applebloom was more of a fighter, and struggled even after the blade was at her throat, at least until he pulled his arm holding her tighter, cutting off her breathing as a warning and then releasing it as she grew more still.
The other fillies reacted as one might expect. The younger ones ran to hide behind the wagon, as if that would do them any good, while Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon just stood there with blank expressions as if they had no idea what to do. This wasn’t a situation they could throw their parents’ money at to make it go away.
The older mares reacted more offensively. Rarity leaped for Sweetie as she was pushed through the air, clinging to her until Shining shook her loose, and then charging after her again. She slid to a stop though when she saw the blade against Sweetie’s throat. It looked sharp, and like it was just shy of enough pressure to cut.
“No,” Rarity said as tears ran down her face, looking at Applejack as if for support.
Applejack was after Applebloom of course, but Soarin had her held with the blade on her throat before Applejack could do anything, dragging her back to the others as he held the blade, making Applejack grit her teeth for fear that Applebloom’s struggles would result in her getting cut.
“What in tarnation is goin’ on?” demanded Applejack, “Rainbow, ah swear, if this joke goes any further, our friendship is over.”
“It would take that for our friendship to end?” chuckled Rainbow as if this were the funniest thing ever, “I figured my buds slitting your sisters’ throats would be the thing that did that.”
Applejack and Rarity didn't seem to know what to say to that.
“Look,” said Rainbow once they were somewhat quietened., “Applejack and Rarity are going to let me tie you to these support poles. When you’re tied up, maybe the knives won’t have to be pushed so firmly.”
Applejack glared at Rainbow. She had no idea how Rainbow could have gotten a crystal guard and Shining to cooperate with such a prank, but surely that was the only explanation. None of these ponies would really attack her sister. Still, she didn’t want one of these idiots to slip and accidentally cut a throat for real, so she decided she’d cooperate for now. It wasn’t like they were planning on anything too nefarious.
“Fine,” Applejack trotted over to the poll, sitting back on her haunches, and letting Rainbow tie a rope tightly around her gut to hold her. Strangely it looked like a military grade rope, maybe Rainbow’s membership in the Wonderbolts was getting her access to better pranking supplies.
“No, Applejack,” squeaked Applebloom, but all Applejack could do was shrug at her apologetically.
Rarity was tearing up, but all the same wasn’t going to try and fight when Applejack wasn’t going to do so with her. She looked worriedly to her sister, then moved to the poll next to Applejack’s, waiting as she was also tied securely. Rainbow even had a horn restraint to keep her from using magic, which was locked tightly against her horn.
“It’s too tight!” complained Rarity, warming up her complaint-fu, “It’s going to chaff.”
“Oh you think you’re complaining now,” winked Rainbow, sliding a hoof down and giving Rarity’s slit a rather blatant grope.
Rarity’s eyes went wide, mouth half open as if she couldn’t believe her friend had actually done that, in front of fillies even. Rarity started to whine about that, but wasn’t sure she should draw attention to it in front of the little ones. She would definitely give Rainbow a talking to later though.
Meanwhile Applejack kept her muzzle shut. She wasn’t going to give Rainbow the pleasure of her complaints, though she might have freaked out had she caught Rainbow’s molestation of Rarity.
Once they were tied up, the stallions released the fillies they held, leaving them and the others to hide, run, cry, or some combination of those. They didn’t want to tie them up, since they wanted them to struggle and scream. The stallions began to shed their clothing though, standing behind the wagon and each tossing their outfits into the wagon as they took them off.
Getting naked wasn’t a big deal, of course, though it was a bit of a deal that when their rear clothing came off, all the stallions were sporting a semi-erect shaft. Granted in their society, having their dick out around fillies wasn’t a big deal. Fillies knew they had those by the time they could walk. It was rather rude though, as she was sure they were doing it on purpose. Still, she didn’t speak up.
Rarity and Applejack had been left in their filly guide lead uniforms, as it wasn’t like they covered the females’ rear halves, and the uniforms reminded them they were dealing with filly scouts. Needless to say, the fillies weren’t undressed either.
Rainbow went to the back of the wagon once she was done tying them up, giving Soarin a lick in passing. She didn’t have anything to hang down, though she did smell rather wet, with a hint of glistening between her thighs when the light hit it just right. Again it wasn’t a crime to be dripping in front of fillies, but it was a bit rude in this case especially.
“Rainbow Dash,” Applejack finally sighed, “Look, we know it’s a trick. It isn’t fun anymore if we know, right? Just untie us so we can go back to the camp.”
Rainbow ignored her words, instead flapping her wings to hop over to Rarity and Applejack, making sure that their filly guide hats were placed securely on their heads. As she did so, Zipporwhill smacked into her face, the little pegasus in a blind panic and buzzing around like a moth at a flame.
Rainbow grumbled a bit, then reached up one hoof and slammed it down onto Zipporwhill’s head, sending the little one spiraling to the floor. That was not a joke smack, it was hard enough to leave her looking half-unconscious.
“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity and Applejack blurted out in unison.
But all they could do was stair in disbelief as Rainbow Dash turned the little one on her side, holding her with one hoof, and using the other to twist her wings. She didn’t just break them once, but twisted them about at several odd angles, bones audibly snapping, jutting from flesh as the foal screamed bloody murder. Rainbow stood up, gave the wings one more stomp, then kicked the filly guide back towards the wagon.
“Takes care of that annoyance,” chuckled Rainbow Dash.
There was no pretending that Rainbow Dash was anything less than absolutely serious now. Zipporwhill had rolled up in a fetal position as she continued to scream. The Crusaders gathered around the broken filly, even if they didn’t really know her. They tried to pull her wings back into place, but quickly realized that they were basically wadded up like paper. The filly would need her wings amputated even if she were released right now. Their captors made no attempt to silence the filly’s screams, actually seeming to enjoy them, the stallions in particular quickly going from limp to throbbing hardness.
“How can you do this?” Applebloom called out, tears running down her face.
“Rainbow what happened to you?” Scootaloo whimpered. It was even more jarring for her, to have her sister crush a filly’s wings than it was for the mares to see.
“Y-you stay away from those fillies!” Applejack screamed, struggling, but quickly realizing she had made a mistake by not taking them seriously before she was bound.
“There is no way you are Rainbow Dash, or any of you are who you say you are,” sniffled Rarity.
“I joined the Wonderbolts,” said Rainbow Dash, “That’s what happens, I’m in the military now, I’m privy to some stuff I wasn’t before, and it’s stuff I like.”
“I don’t know if you realize this,” explained Shining, “But when I was under Chrysalis’ control, I did a lot of nasty things with her. I helped her catch and brutally rape a hot little filly.” He shrugged, “Of course I was let off, and anyone that knew was told not to tell, because I was 'under her influence'.” He sighed, “But even out from under her influence, I remember how amazing it felt. I want to feel it again, and I’ve finally managed to find a few... like-minded souls that want to help.”
The best part of the story about Shining was that it wasn't entirely false. Shining's mind had been powerful enough that Chrysalis had taken some interesting options when breaking it. Both Rarity and Applejack knew about it vaguely, though never knew that detail.
“Y-you’re changelings,” Rarity said, “You have that memory because... you took his form.”
“Oh but you know changelings don’t work like that,” chuckled Rainbow. “Don’t you remember? Chrysalis didn’t recognize Twilight or her and Cadence’s little dance. She had none of Cadence’s memories. I, on the other hand, have all of Rainbow Dash’s, because I am her.” In reality it was because Rainbow Dash was very talkative when her wings were threatened. They tortured quite a bit of information from their victims prior to sealing them in pods to await memory-injection.
“Let’s see,” continued Rainbow, and looked at Applejack, “Applejack, remember when one of my pranks on you went wrong and you accidentally fucked Big Mac? I got you both wasted and told each of you the other was someone we brought home from the bar. I sent you to bed together, expecting you just to... you know, make out a bit and realize what was up. But nope, you guys ended up full-on slappin’ bellies. You were so furious when you found out, though... especially cause you suspected that I sat by and watched, masturbating to you two incest-banging." She added proudly, "And you suspected right.”
“N-no,” Applejack wanted to deny it at first, “That- how could... Only me, Mac and Rainbow could know that. It can’t be...”
“I-I believe you!” Rarity blurted out, her eyes wide as Rainbow looked at her, clearly trying to cut her off before she revealed anything humiliating.
“You know what I’ll use and don’t want everyone to know, right?” Rainbow chuckled, “But they’re gonna’ know. Sorry Rarity.” She cleared her throat as if giving a speech, “Rarity, I got nosy and went into your basement when I heard some weird noises, and accidentally found you with Fluttershy. You were dressed in leather with a flogger, and she was tied up and moaning with magic vibrating dildos in her ass and cunt. She was blindfolded, so I don't think she saw me.”
Rarity went so red that one could see the blush through her fur from across the room. She had never even told Fluttershy why she had suddenly gone quiet and sent her home that day, Rainbow was literally the only other pony alive that could have known, at least she believed.
Applejack felt the need to comfort her friend, “Ah ain’t judgin’ Rarity.”
“Neither am I!” assured Rainbow, “I might even leave your little sisters’ alone if you’re fun and not whiny.”
"I-I don't judge you either," Rarity stammered. She wouldn't have blamed Applejack even if she had fucked her brother on purpose; Mac was a good lay.
Rainbow finally turned and looked right at Scootaloo. Scootaloo was cradling the finally quietened Zipporwhill’s head, and looked back at Rainbow. Their eyes met and Rainbow could practically see Scootaloo’s breaking heart through her eyes.
Rainbow grinned, “Scootaloo is first on the rape list.”
Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
Everything was going well. Rainbow of course was Oviduct, who was of course the leader on this mission. It didn’t matter than she wasn’t even a military officer, she was a breed-able female, one of the very few females other than Chrysalis that wasn’t sterile, and that put her in charge of a mission if no higher ranking breeder was present. The males didn't mind as long as they got to feel some hot foal cunts stretched over their shafts.
Thorax was Shining of course, since he was the only one that knew Shining. He also knew enough about Flash to advise Doomie on being conceivable as him, especially given how boring Flash was, so Doomie got Flash. Kevin got Soarin’, which meant the pony he was pretending to be was banging the one that Oviduct was pretending to be, which he was very happy with, since if Oviduct went all estrus on them, he’d probably be the cum repository of choice for her, and he'd never actually been chosen to impregnate a fertile female before.
“Rainbow,” Scootaloo squeaked as she looked up into her idol’s eyes, “You can’t, you’re my sister...”
Rainbow laughed, “Oh come on, squirt, no pony really believes that. You’re the filly that’s not even cool enough for her own parents to pay attention to her. That’s like... worse than being an orphan. At least then it wouldn’t be your fault”
“But they have demanding jobs and... it’s not like that,” Scootaloo pouted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rainbow Dash said, “Come on squirt, they let you walk around Ponyville unattended so much that a lot of ponies think you actually are an orphan. Kid, I’d be doing your folks a favor if I snuffed you out.”
Scootaloo just stared, open-mouthed, tears streaming down her face, and unable to believe what she was hearing. This was coming from her idol, who she loved and trusted more than anything. Scootaloo looked over at Soarin, as if expecting him to defend her.
“This is that little bitch that’s always under your hoof, eh?” Soarin chuckled as he walked over to her, looking about, “Are her friends hiding? Aren’t they even gonna try to stop us? Boy everyone loves you, don’t they ‘squirt’.”
Though it was less a lack of affection and more the fact that Sweetie was shivering next to Rarity, eyes staring at nothing as she clung to her sister, as if she thought her completely bound sibling could protect her. She was certain she was having a nightmare, and just waiting for it to end.
Applebloom was more pragmatic, initially looking for a hiding spot, but when she found one that she thought was good, she realized Scootaloo was under duress. She clenched her teeth, trying to run to Scootaloo’s aid, but her legs kept freezing. She would leave her hiding spot, look like she would run for Scootaloo, but repeatedly lost her nerve no more than half way there and ran back.
“A-are you going to... rape me?” Scootaloo breathed, her voice cracking from fear, shaking as Rainbow Dash held here there so she couldn’t run.
“Ya know what that is, eh?” Soarin laughed, “This’ll be the first time I’ve actually raped a filly. Usually me and Rainbow just fantasize about it. She’s been wantin’ this for a loooong time, to feel you squirm.”
“Didn’t I tell you pretending to like her would make this more awesome?” Rainbow laughed, “Just look at her face, she looks like a broken rape victim and you haven’t even touched her with your dick, this is hilarious!”
Scootaloo struggled and breathed faster as Rainbow Dash held her by her shoulders and pulled her head towards her lap, tugging her face to about an inch from her slit. Soarin moved up behind her, and she looked up to see him and Rainbow kiss even as his pulsing cock flopped against her tiny plot. And Soarin was throbbing. Finally he was going to feel a REAL underage pony cunt around his cock, it was so much better knowing he was damaging a real mind in the process.
“Applebloom! Sweetie Belle!” cried out Scootaloo desperately, even if she knew no one could save her.
“Oh don’t be such a little twerp,” said Rainbow Dash, “It’s not like you haven’t had your eager little tongue lapping at my slit before. Wasn’t a cock in you at the same time before, but still.” she chuckled.
“Y-you said it was okay... if I didn’t like colts... if I didn’t ever want.. that,” whimpered Scootaloo.
Rainbow rolled her eyes, “Oh for feathers sake, Scoot, you need to have the dyke fucked out of you.” She leaned down and tapped Scootaloo on the head hard with one hoof, “The less you cooperate on this end, the worse it’s gonna be for your other end, squirt.”
“Y-you’ve been doin’ that with that filly?” Applejack screamed, “I didn’t know you were a dirty filly filddler, Rainbow.” She said it as if she thought Rainbow might actually care, and as if she hadn't had thoughts about her own little sister.
“You didn’t did ya?” Rainbow laughed, “You mean kidnapping a troop of filly guides didn’t tip you off? There’s only one reason that ponies kidnap fillies like this, AJ, and it’s not to share cookies or sing songs.”
Scootaloo pressed her face against Rainbow’s slit, seeming to give in to her fate. Rainbow moaned not just at the feel of her muzzle, but of the wetness of her tears as her face pressed close. Scootaloo took a testing lick, sliding her little tongue between the blue labia. She hoped that it tasted wrong, that it would prove this isn’t the real Rainbow Dash, but no. This tasted exactly like Dash, and surely even a changeling couldn’t be that exact, who would even think to be that exact?
Somehow, the belief that it was really Rainbow Dash was more of horror to her than the throbbing meat against her posterior. Soarin groaned, rolling his eyes back from the feel of young flesh against his cock by itself. He grasped Scootaloo’s plot, feeling her writhe against him as his cock tip pressed against her tiny cunt. It wasn’t like a changeling that could stretch to accommodate. He had to force his way into this one, her foalish fuck parts would be in agony, and he couldn’t wait.
Scootaloo could feel her little pussy slowly stretching against his tip, but she wasn’t prepared for when it finally popped past her opening, plowed through her virginity, and sank deeply into her body, so girthy that the little filly’s belly expanded with the size being forced into her. Scootaloo shrieked, and Rainbow groaned as she pushed the little filly’s face against her more, feeling the vibrations surge up through her as she did.
Soarin squealed as loudly as Scootaloo at feeling that delicious innocence sacrificed on his shaft, holding her hips more tightly and forcing his way deeper, taking heavy thrusts, punching into her so hard that it knocked the breath out of her screams with each thrust. He felt himself bottom out against her cervix long before he was all the way in, and just pounded harder, forcing his way through to her deepest point. To get his belly against her cute bottom, he had to literally stretch the back wall of her womb with his cock. He held her plot high, her hind legs kicking and spasming as he took long strokes, wanting to feel that still tight hole slide over every part of his cock, his ridge snapping against her labia with each thrust.
He leaned forward and kissed Rainbow deeply, whispering to her, “Real thing is so much fuckin’ better.”
“Mmm, right?” said Rainbow a bit more loudly, “I can just feel the agony shivering through this slut.”
Scootaloo’s screams were delightful to Rainbow, who just couldn’t keep from pulling her closer, and deeper. Scootaloo’s muzzle popped within the blue cunt lips easily, but Rainbow kept pulling her close until her pussy began to stretch slowly over Scootaloo’s head. Though her body was already convulsing from pain, Scootaloo panicked even more as her whole head popped into Rainbow’s sopping wet cunt, gagging from within from lack of air.
Soarin’s thrusting became more violent even as Scootaloo’s blood and cunt juice drooled down his shaft, and the impacts began pushing the little one in even deeper. Rainbow Dash lay back onto her back, splaying her hind legs out and pulling Soarin closer with her front. He leaned in as well and they began to make out hotly, Soarin now effectively using Scootaloo thrashing, suffocating form as a condom to fuck Rainbow with.
The filly flailed her hind legs, though her front were now pinned to her side as half of her body was pushed into Rainbow’s pussy by this point. Just as Scootaloo’s form was slowly ceasing it’s movements, thrashing down to a dull shiver, she could feel Rainbow’s pussy start to spasm around her upper body, breathing in a lung full of Rainbow’s cunt honey.
Soarin blasted his own load shortly after, Scootaloo’s back end swelling up as her womb ballooned with Soarin’s spunk, overflowing violently and spraying all over the ground around them.
But just when Scootaloo was ready to die, Rainbow tugged her out of her cunt. Scootaloo immediately vomited a fountain of cunt honey before gagging for more air.
“Get that loser out of my cunt,” Rainbow panted, “Squirt doesn’t deserve to die in my awesome pussy.”
“I-inside?” Scootaloo panted as she weakly moved a forehoof back to feel of her nethers, which were gaping and still pouring with the adult stallion’s seed as he pulled out. She had good reason to panic, since among ponies, any pony with a cutie mark could be knocked up, and being the magical creatures they were, any completed act of vaginal sex was virtually ensured to impregnate them.
“Fuck, squirt,” Rainbow laughed, “Do you really think I’m gonna let you leave here alive enough to worry about being knocked up? Every filly here has a chance to live, but not you, I insisted part of the deal was that you definitely die screaming.” She found how helpless pony females were to be pathetic, this creature deserved every agonizing thrust that was raped into her screaming body for being so weak.
As Soarin was enjoying Scootacunt, Shining and Flash weren’t idle. Though they had a small dispute when they both reached out to grab hold of Diamond at the same time, Flash by one front leg and Shining by her opposite hind leg.
“She’s mine,” said Shining, “I want some rich brat pussy, you can have the other if you want it too.”
“This one’s richer,” grinned Flash, “I want this one.”
“I outrank you,” smirked Shining smugly. “I get this one’s unwilling cunt.”
“Well then I guess I’ll take her tighter little asshole, won’t I,” Flash smiled back.
“W-what?” Diamond screamed as she tugged her back and forth, “I.. no! If you let me go, Daddy will give you a lot of money! I know he will! I’d even tell him you saved me!”
“Sweetie, there’s a 50% chance your Daddy is never even going to see you alive again,” Shining grinned at her, “But don’t worry, he might just see you maimed and pregnant instead, and being a crippled rich girl isn't THAT bad.”
Shining sat up on his haunches, pulling the squirming Diamond against him, letting Flash pull himself up behind her. Suddenly Diamond felt two throbbing adult shafts against her deliciously underage body. For a moment her tormentors just let her squirm, her sobs growing all the louder as they took turns licking the tears from her face.
Diamond’s legs kicked frantically as the males pulled her body upwards, the thick shafts sliding down her belly and behind before each nestled against one of her virgin entries.
“Time to learn what those holes are for, slut,” panted Flash.
“They won’t fit!” complained Diamond as each of the males licked one of her eyes to drink more tears.
“Sound like she knows what they’re for,” chuckled Shining. “Oh just feel her squirm, that little child cunt feels so warm against my tip, gods this is ridiculously hot.”
They gripped her hard and pressed her down against the two shafts, Shining holding them steady against their targets with his magic. Diamond desperately clenched her virgin fun holes, looking at Shining with a pleading look on her face. They held her front legs still, though her hind ones still kicked frantically.
“Daddy help me!” she finally screamed so loudly that her voice cracked and she ended up gagging.
That wasn’t nearly so loud as she could scream though, as everyone found out when her holes finally snapped over the invaders. Her pussy and ass hole were punctured, losing both her virginities simultaneously, violently, and unwillingly, the way every filly would in a perfect world.
“Stop hurting her!” Silver was apparently braver than Applebloom or Sweetie, as she leaped in and tried to pull her friend away from the rapists, though the efforts mostly just resulted in them laughing at her. She screeched with frustration, “I’m sorry Diamond I.. I love you!”
"This filly guide troop is full of little cunt lickers,” laughed Shining, “You been licking each other’s cunt?” he winked at Silver.
“S-shut up!” Silver screamed, pulling at one of Diamond’s limp legs as if she could tug her away.
“I guess that’s a yes,” chuckled Flash.
Her plot was so deliciously small that when they both pushed up into her together, her little pelvis couldn’t accommodate them both at the same time. At first they took turns, her cunt and ass invaded in turn, each stroke bloating up her body with its girth as the child squalled and kicked. But this little bitch didn’t deserve them to go easy on her, so finally they pushed up together again, Shining using his magic to bend her pelvic bone outward to fit them both.
She did end up fitting them, but only after the bone shattered with a grotesque snap, her scream doubling in pitch as both cocks pushed up into her at the same time. By the time Shining was bottomed out against the back of her womb and Flash was very nearly breaking through the wall of her intestines, her body was stretched so thin that she looked like she might well break apart.
The males began to thrust in deeply at the same time, loving the way her little hind legs tried to kick, but all they could do was shake randomly. Her delicious sobbing was muffled for a moment as they forced kisses onto her, one kissing her deeply as the other licked her face, back and forth.
Silver was persistent, so finally Shining yanked her head down with his magic, forcing her to look straight up to see how the cunt and ass she loved to lick were now distended around the throbbing stallion. She was pushed against it, muzzle opened and tongue forced to lap across the penetration point, a mixture of blood and nine-year-old pussy juice drooling into her mouth and dripping into her eyes. She began to struggle even as she was forced to gargle and swallow the mixture.
Diamond was so stretched that one could see the shape of their tip and ridge pushing up through her, and soon made their movements just a little out of sync so that they could feel their cocks rubbing together with only the fragile near-breaking child flesh between them. Shining and Flash gave each other a deep kiss, then returned to licking at her face. Her sound of her squealing was delightfully sexy, like only a raped filly could make.
It was all too much, and the two stallions blew their loads together. Diamond’s eyes grew vacant and she gagged violently as she felt her body bloat up before it overflowed downward to paint Silver white. Silver backed away, sputtering with disgust as soon as she could, but Diamond just arched her back and gave one more ear-piercing scream before going silent, still breathing but seeming to be out of noises for now.
She was tugged off the two cocks with a grotesque sound and allowed to splat on the ground like the used cum rag she was.
Silver was immediately on Diamond, wailing and still covered in seed, but lifting her up to see if she was okay.
“No,” Diamond barely breathed out, “Don’t be here, run and hide, Silver, please, go and hide.”
“I can’t lea-“ Silver started, but was cut off as she was suddenly dragged backwards by one hind leg.
It was Shining. “Maybe knock me up some more rich pussy, assuming either of you live. You ready to have a foal put in your foal hole?”
“Please don’t,” Silver squeaked as she was pulled up atop Shining.
Shining lay on his back, holding the little one with his hooves and magic, his still throbbing adult shaft pressing against yet another deliciously underage pussy. Silver struggled, though the writhing was more instinctual, he could tell that she had already lost all hope of being set free without a cunt full of cum to match her friend’s. Despair was delicious, not to mention creating it was a blast; he could really get used to this sort of feeding.
“Gonna scream for me?” asked Shining.
“N-no!” Silver sounded determined not to give him what he wanted.
She wasn’t determined enough though. When the girthy shaft snapped through her cherry and she felt it force its way until the tip slammed against her cervix, her screams were every bit as delightful as Diamond’s. She did her best, biting her lip or clenching her teeth, trying not to scream again, but every time the shaft was rammed upward, she couldn’t keep herself from another squeal, body shaking violently from the pain of the pedo-cock flushing through her system.
He groaned as his cock broke through her inner door and smacked against the back of her womb, cute little hindquarters bouncing against his balls. He took long strokes, pulling her up and down, pulling her hind legs wide apart to straddle him like a screaming, sobbing cowgirl. Unlike how it had been with Oviduct, there was no way for this child to get even the slightest enjoyment from his massive shaft, it was pure agony, and that was the way he loved it, and the way this rich brat deserved it.
He pulled Silver’s head down and looked into her eyes. He took in the abject horror on her face, the way her jaw quivered between screams, and the way the tears rolled down her face. He opened his muzzle, letting her weeping drip against his tongue. He had never imagined a real child’s tears could be so delicious.
“Mmm, talk dirty to me,” Shining panted.
“W-what?” Silver couldn’t believe what she heard.
“Tell me how much it hurts, how that little foal cunt feels, tell me what a dirty dirty pony I am,” Shining panted, “Do it well or I break your favorite cunt’s neck.”
Silver glanced at Diamond, who was curled into a fetal position. At least her upper half was, as she seemed to have completely loss the use of her hind legs quietly weeping, or at least quiet compared to all the other screaming.
“It hurts... my foal pussy... bad!” Silver tried to speak between the jabs up into her guts, which knocked her breath away, “More than anything... like I’m gonna pop...you’re a... filly fucking pedophile meanie!”
“Better believe I am,” groaned Shining, “Why settle for a loose mare when you got premium foal pussy available? If it was up to me, you’ll all get broken in at your cute-ceañera at the latest.”
Silver tried to keep talking to protect her friend, but just ended up gagging instead. He didn’t care as much though, arching his back and groaning as he went off like a geyser. He held her tightly against him, letting her belly distend grotesquely as her womb filled up like a water balloon, then gave one more thrust as he let go of her plot, the foal literally shooting off of his shaft and landing atop her best friend with a wet plop.
Meanwhile Flash looked about for his next fun, and heard some clamoring about inside the wagon. He curiously peaked in the back to be greeted by Ginger, who had apparently retrieved his spear and was going to try to impale him on it. She was a bit small to be using such a heavy weapon though, and it just ended up slipping from her hooves and falling to the barn floor.
Flash laughed, tossing the spear back inside, then tugging Ginger out by one of her front legs, “I guess you volunteered to be next, huh? Oh and lookie here, we got a blank flank on our hooves. Well the good news is I can’t knock you up, the bad news is that we’re probably only going to leave ponies alive that we can leave pregnant. So unless your special talent turns out to be getting raped, you’re not leaving here alive.”
Ginger didn’t have any response. Her eyes darted around, seeing the horrible things happening to the other fillies, and just knew she didn’t want that to happen to her. She kicked and screamed, flailing about so much that her tears splashed onto Flash’s face. He meanwhile had a huge grin on his face as he held her, knowing that this was the youngest filly here, mere days after her eight birthday. He wanted to break in every hole the eight-year-old hottie had.
He sat on his bottom and leaned back against the wagon, pulling her close, but he had her facing the opposite direction one might have expected. He wanted to feel those screams shivering down through his shaft, so he pushed his tip against her muzzle. She barely got out an ‘ewwww’ sound before her voice was completely muffled.
She pushed at him with her forelegs, gagging as her maw was forced open as wide as it could be. He pushed to the back of her throat, though at first he had a bit of an issue getting into her neck. That issue was solved when her jaw popped out of joint and she let out a bellow before his cock sank into her neck, bulging it as it went deeper.
He tilted her head back, letting her jaw hang limp and forcing his shaft directly into her throat, moaning at how it convulsed around him with her gagging. Her neck undulated as he pushed in and out, his balls swinging to smack against her limp lower jaw and tongue with each push. Her face started turning blue and he felt her start to fear for her life.
He soaked up that beautiful emotion, but still wanted to fuck the innocence from every hole she had, so he finally pulled free, letting her gag up juice and take deep breaths as he turned her around. He moved her so that she was face to face and belly to belly with him, wanting to see the agony in her eyes, and pushed his tip against her, sliding it up and down against her pussy and asshole as if deciding which to do first, and just enjoying how her little body was tensing up with terrified anticipation. Pure, delicious fear, like only a child having her first rape could produce.
He finally pushed hard against her asshole. It was a bit harder than fitting into a changeling pretending to be a foal, but it was worth it when he felt that warmth, her ass clenching his cock like a vice grip, her broken face wailing like a wild animal, unable to put words to her terror and torment. He was immediately violently fucking her hot little ass, enjoying every inch of every long stroke.
“Thought I’d take that eight-year-old pussy first didn’t ya?” he chuckled and groaned, “Don’t worry, I’ll get to it.”
He finally pulled free of her ass as well, his cock lubricated with a thin layer of her blood, and pressed it against her infertile cunny instead. Her body was limp, as if she had just given up, though she still squirmed delightfully whether she wanted to or not. Then the kicking and screaming came back as soon as he popped inside and another torrent of torment shot up through her body.
He took the time to break down the door to her womb, not ceasing going deeper until his belly smacked her own and his balls smacking her gaping asshole. He then began to cycle through her holes, taking a minute in each, then moving to the neck, making sure everything she had was wrecked. When in her throat, he faced her to make sure Rarity and Applejack got a good look at her gaping ass and pussy, and then her limp jaw as he fucked those holes after, using her like a fleshlight.
When he finally drew close, he settled on her throat, relaxing with a big grin on his face, looking over at the mares as he did so as if to mock them with their inability to stop him. He let his tongue hang out and drool as he groaned, releasing another gush of seed into another filly, feeling the little one gag against his shaft the whole time, her belly expanding until she looked pregnant.
Just when he was about to let her go so she could flop to the floor, there was a burst of magic and bright glow about her flanks. A cutie mark appeared, a symbol of a heart with a crack down the middle and crying eyes superimposed on it.
"Holy fucking shit!" Flash laughed hysterically, "You really did get your cutie mark... fuck... I think that really is one for getting raped. Well, good news is we might let you go now, bad news is even if we do, you got a fucked up life ahead of you." He dropped her onto the floor, still laughing as he walked off.
While Silver and Ginger were busy getting what every filly deserved, Rainbow and Soarin played around with Zipporwhill a bit. The little one had successfully found a hiding place, and it seemed like a good one, crawling into a slot between two crates in a stack, leading to an empty spot in the middle. Of course these hiding places had been set up on purpose for just such a thing, to give a little filly a bit of hope before dashing it.
“I can’t find her,” said Soarin with a smirk, “I guess maybe she got out. She’ll just get lost in the woods, let’s forget about that one for now.”
“Damn it,” said Rainbow, “Well let’s choose another one.”
The sigh of relief from Zipporwhill was so pronounced that they could hear it from their location hovering above the pile of crates. They hovered there for a few minutes, grinning at one another, giving the little girl plenty of time to believe she was safe and just had to wait for them to go, because the safer she thought she was, the more delicious her emotional turmoil upon finding out she wasn’t safe would be.
Suddenly Dash pushed the top crate off the pile, looking down at Zipporwhill in the center with a sadistic grin, “Gotcha!”
She let out a pitiful whimper, hope audibly smashed. “It’s not fair!” she squealed out, “I didn’t do anything bad! None of us did!”
“Well if you weren’t innocent, it wouldn’t be fun,” chuckled Soarin, bringing a hoof down upon the little broken pegasus as she tried to run out from under the crates, pinning her to the ground.
“Go ahead and get your rape on with this one,” said Rainbow to Soarin, “I’m gonna go torment Scootaloo some more, I want that bitch to suffer.” Of course making sure Scootaloo could hear her.
“Why not do both together?” Soarin grinned, then looked at Zipporwhill, “Ready to die, Zip?”
“No, it’s not fair,” she repeated.
“Well I’m gonna fuck you for now,” said Soarin, “And if you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna ram my dick all the way through and out your mouth.”
“What do I do?” sniffled Zipporwhill.
“Just break Scootaloo’s wings like yours are,” grinned Soarin, even as he dragged her over towards the limp and whimpering Scootaloo. ”Do everything you can to make her suffer.”
“But she’s nice,” Zipporwhill looked at Scootaloo, coughing at the disgusting sight.
“It’s up to you,” said Soarin, “She’s gonna die like the loser she is either way, but you don’t have to.”
Sweetie and Applebloom where there with Scootaloo. They hadn’t bothered to drag her anywhere else, as they figured that all the hiding places were known, and it would leave a bloody cummy trail to the place they hid anyway. In fact, it sounded like Scootaloo was begging her friends to kill her. Instead, they tried to block access to Scootaloo with their little bodies, and were rather violently kicked in the head by Rainbow, sending them flying and their sisters screaming.
Zipporwhill was laid atop Scootaloo, the later facing away and on her belly, hind legs splayed as if unable to move, grunting at the extra weight and twitching her wings. Scootaloo wanted to be heroic and tell Zipporwhill that it was okay to hurt her, but she couldn’t get it out.
Zipporwhill lay there, starting to hyperventilate as she felt Soarin’s shaft rubbing up and down her little slit and ass, still wet with Scootaloo’s cunt honey and blood. Zipporwhill sniffled, muttered a little “sorry”, and took one of Scootaloo’s wings in both forelegs, twisting it as hard as she could. It took a few long moments and all of her little strength and determination, but finally Scootaloo’s wings were also weak, and eventually snapped at the base, bone jutting through the wound. Scootaloo yelped and struggled, but was too weak to pull herself out from under her fellow filly guide.
“Don’t be a pussy, squirt,” said Rainbow Dash, sitting on her haunches and casually starting to masturbate to the site of her ‘little sister’ getting tormented. “It’s not like you’re losing anything of value, you fucking cripple.”
Zipporwhill muttered another sorry as she bent the wing back at an odd angle again, but this time it was immediately followed by a ear-shattering squeal as Soarin’s cock broke through, puncturing another child’s virginity, even younger than the first one he had. He growled at his rape toy, warning her to not stop her task just because her whole body was now on fire with pain, and began slamming against the door to her barely fertile womb.
She snapped Scootaloo’s wing again just from the jerk she did upon being entered. She started wailing, continuing to twist the wing about. She seemed to be forgetting Scootaloo had two of them, and was grasping the one she had tightly as she continued to wad it up. One more twist, and the wing came completely free, spasming and only leaving a quivering stub where it had been. She screamed even louder and threw it away from her, landing in front of Scootaloo’s face where she could watch it twitch to a stop.
Soarin groaned again as he broke through into her womb, taking shorter harder strokes this time, impacting the back of her womb to knock the breath out of her with each agonizing stab into the unwilling child cunt. “If you tell her you’re sorry again,” he panted to Zipporwhill, “I’ll pop your little head off.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t deserve ‘sorry’,” agreed Rainbow as she very eagerly rubbed both hooves against her sopping wet slit, “Tell her what a worthless pretend pegasus she is. When could you fly? Not that you’ll ever fly again.”
Zipporwhill gagged, both from the pain shooting through her, what she was asked to do, and the soggy, lewd sound of her rape hole getting reamed by Soarin’s fuck spire. She managed to take hold of Scootaloo’s other wing, twisting it about with all her little might, using the force of the thrusts into her to help as she began to snap her remaining wing.
“I’ve been able to fly since my crib,” said Zipporwhill, “Scootaloo is just... stupid head... embarrassing to parents... only one here... nopony will miss...”
“I know,” said Scootaloo, staring vacantly at her hero as said hero masturbated gleefully to her suffering. To think all this time, Rainbow had just been leading her on so she could hurt her worse. Scootaloo was ready to be murdered, and knew nopony would miss her. She barely even twitched at each new wing break.
The sobbing Zipporwhill tore the second wing off, tossing it to the others, then looked down as if not sure what to do. Afraid that if she didn’t keep hurting Scootaloo in some other way it would spell doom for her, she stomped her front hooves against the bloody stumps where Scootaloo’s wings used to be, then leaned forward and yanked hard on her mane with her teeth, teeth clenched in pain as she did so.
Soarin was going to moan ‘good girl’, but instead squealed himself as he went over the edge, pounding Zipporwhill’s plot, the little one holding tightly to Scootaloo as if afraid she would shoot across the room. Her cute little cunt over flowed with sperm, and Soarin yanked his shaft free to leave her laying wetly atop Scootaloo.
“I’m really sorry,” Zipporwhill whispered as soon as she thought Soarin and Rainbow couldn’t hear, but Scootaloo just stared vacantly at her severed, still wings laying in front of her.
“Phew,” said Rainbow as she turned back to her mare friends, “This is off to a bang, but we still gotta decide which fillies to let live!”
“Y-you stay away from Applebloom,” said Applejack, “Ya monsters, yer never gonna’ get away with this!”
“You think you can do all these horrible things and no one will catch you?” said Rarity, “Even if you killed us all, they’ll be able to track you with magic!”
“Oh please, I’m the Prince of an empire,” Shining rolled his eyes, “All I gotta do is smack some sense into Cadence when I get home and I’ll be set. Can’t wait until Flurry gets old enough to fit inside.”
“Whatever,” chuckled Rainbow, “For now, let’s say we have a race! Races are awesome, right?”
Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
“Race?” Applejack’s eyebrow arched, “Rainbow yer just gone now. If ah ever get a chance, ah’ll rape you with a knife and leave ya in the Everfree for monsters to eat.”
“Hear me out,” said Rainbow, “We have the raped fillies race, and the two losers die.”
“They can’t even walk!” screamed Rarity.
“Crawling’s fine!” laughed Rainbow.
Rainbow drew a line across the floor in bloody cum, as the stallions placed Scootaloo, Diamond, Silver, Ginger, and Zipporwhill at the start.
“Ready set go!” Rainbow shouted, giving the cripples no preparation.
Surely enough, they dragged themselves across the floor. Silver and Zipporwhill had the advantage, being least crippled, though Silver was taking time to assist Diamond. Even Scootaloo tried her best. She wanted to die, but the desire to prove she wasn’t weak, and to win in general, overrode it. Each left a trail of white and red behind them.
Despite Scootaloo’s efforts, she was last place, aside Ginger. Diamond was ahead enough due to Silver’s help, and the tormentors didn’t stop her.
There was outside help as well. Applebloom moved aside Scootaloo, pulling her. Scootaloo murmured that she could herself, but Applebloom wasn’t listening, dragging Scootaloo towards the finish.
“Proud that yer helpin’ yer friend, Bloom,” Applejack encouraged.
The judges chuckled at the interference; it wasn’t outside the rules. Though the Crusaders didn’t just want to help Scootaloo; they wanted their least favorite to finish last. Sweetie looked ashamed, but moved to Diamond and Silver, standing with front hooves on Silver’s back, hind hooves against Diamond’s.
“But we’re friends,” panted Diamond.
“We are,” Sweetie shrugged, “But Ginger and Zip deserve it more. Sorry.”
“Fucking bitch,” grunted Silver helplessly.
As the judges laughed, Ginger grunted hopefully. She had been about to give up, but realized she had a chance and redoubled her effors. She, nor Zipporwhill, cared about the fate of others. They just wanted to finish.
“Sweetie,” Rarity scolded, “Do you realize that you are effectively killing those fillies.”
“I’m murdering Ginger and Zip if I don’t!” sniffled Sweetie, crying as she kept her balance. “They deserve to live more...”
“They’re doin’ what they must,” said Applejack, “Helping the ones they owe the most loyalty.”
“Arguing at a time like this?” chuckled Flash.
“I’ll shut ‘em up!” grinned Rainbow Dash, “Applejack, Rarity, we’ll untie you, but if you try anything, Sweetie and Bloom will be very quickly losing both their virginity and lives.”
“Monsters,” Applejack groaned.
“The losers are Silver and Diamond,” added Shining, “I’m going to magic you some dicks, and you’ll each fuck one.”
“To death,” clarified Rainbow.
Rarity hated herself, but would do what was necessary to save her sister. Applejack was torn; killing any filly herself was just as bad as letting her sister die. But in the end, family won, and she nodded.
A crate was pulled from the wagon, and some metallic blades were set in place, a metal clasp above each to hold one filly. Applebloom and Sweetie were placed in these, and Shining smiled.
“If we hit the switch,” said Shining, “Both of them will be impaled through the cunt and ass and out the other end. Understand?”
Applejack growled as Rainbow untied her, and Soarin untied Rarity, groping her slit in the process. Shining’s horn glowed brightly as he concentrated, and the two mares’ bodies morphed.
It wasn’t an easy change. They could feel their bodies tearing and reshaping as the each grew throbbing shafts, thick with barbs and longer than a stallion’s. They were long enough to go right through a filly. Their slits stayed nestled behind huge balls.
When they recovered, each pulled themselves off the floor. They looked at Silver and Diamond, who were laying alone, looking at the ones that would murder them, helpless.
Rarity wondered how she could choose between fillies that she knew little about. She looked at Applejack, hoping she would choose first.
Applejack made the decision rapidly; she chose the one she remembered Applebloom saying teased her the most, “Diamond.”
“Lucky you,” smirked Rainbow, “You get to find out how dick in an underage hole feels. Push those cocks into their pussies, right out their mouths. Don’t stop til they’re dead.”
“No apologizing or comforting,” added Shining, “I want you to tell them how amazing their dying cunts feel.”
“Come ‘er ya brat,” Applejack grunted, “It’s time ta bite it.” She sounded convincing, and was relieved it was somepony she disliked.
“I’m sorry I teased your sister,” Diamond sniffled as Applejack took one hind leg and looked unsure of what to do.
Even with this bitch Applejack barely contained her instinct to tell her it was okay, “Ya won’t mind gettin’ what’s comin’ to ya then.”
Applejack dragged a short crate over to where Diamond was. She hefted up the filly onto it, hind legs off the side with her plot at the edge, just the right height to mount her well-raped foal hole. Diamond cried, knowing there was no escape, but unable to stop. She clenched her teeth in anticipation, breaking into complete sobs as Applejack’s shaft plopped against her behind.
“Aren’t you at least reluctant?” Diamond said between clenched teeth.
“Why would I be? Insufferable bitch that ya are,” Applejack grunted. If not for legal repercussions, Applejack might have offed Diamond already, so this was somewhat convenient. She wouldn’t have killed her like this, but she’d take what she had.
“Because I’m a foal!” Diamond squeaked.
“A foal that’ll grow up like yer annoyin’ cunt mother,” shrugged Applejack, “Ah’m doin’ the world a favor.”
Her broken pussy wasn’t hard to get into, but it was snug against her tip, resisting slightly when Applejack pushed inside. Diamond told herself that she wouldn’t scream this time, but she shrieked as Applejack pushed deeply with the first stroke. She continued to yank the foal back until she smacked against the back of Diamond’s womb.
Applejack had told herself that she couldn’t enjoy it too much, at least not obviously, but it really was amazing, the soft flesh pushing against her shaft as she thrust, the feeling of both Diamond’s lips and cervix flicking against barbs with each stroke.
She looked at the squirming plot she held, so small, she could see the shape of her shaft moving through it. She was slow to admit, but the fact that she was inside a foal's pussy made it so much hotter. She decided she would enjoy this as much as possible.
She would enjoy it all the way through, and slammed her tip against the fragile flesh. Applejack was strong enough that it only took a few strokes to break, organs and fat pushing around her tip. Diamond gasped and convulsed, a fountain of pain like every nerve in her body was agony.
Applejack smiled at Diamond’s writhing, and realized she wanted the suffering to last, so she continued her present depth, feeling Diamond’s hyperventilating lungs pulse against her, the heartbeat felt through Applejack’s shaft with each thrust. The filly expanded grotesquely with the brutal rape. Applejack thrust far enough to put pressure on her lungs with each stroke, gagging joining Diamond’s sobbing.
Diamond looked pitifully over her shoulder, thinking maybe she’d get a mercifully quick end, but her pleading was making Applejack take longer.
“Thinking that ah’m strong enough that ah shoulda’ finished?” Applejack asked, “Ah am, but you deserve more pain.”
“Please,” Diamond barely got out as her lungs were punched with each stroke.
Applejack paused, lifting Diamond up while still impaled, and turned her before laying her on her back. Applejack felt loose organs sloshing around as she pushed her cock deep again and continued.
“That’s it,” Applejack panted, “Now ah see yer face, suffer for me ya cunt.”
Applejack grasped Diamond’s hips and doubled over to kiss her. She chased the girl’s reluctant tongue with her own. She then lapped her face to taste sweet tears.
Did a cock feel this much better than a cunt? Surely not, it was hate for her victim, the torment, and especially her age that made it better. This made her imagine fucking Applebloom, and that was hotter still. She anticipated it an instant before quickly burying it in her mind.
Applejack continually stoked the fires of Diamond’s agony. Occasionally Diamond managed words like ‘please kill’, but Applejack only smiled. She spent an hour enjoying Diamond’s suffering, as the changelings enjoyed the mix of emotions in Applejack, both fear and lust and hate and love simultaneously. Applejack had forgotten to hide her enjoyment, though the magic cock let her hold her orgasm.
Finally she accidentally showed mercy, her lust building and desperately wanting her shaft balls deep. Diamond gagged violently as the tip impacted her throat from the wrong side, and looked relieved when she realized death was near, straightening her neck to ease passage.
Applejack watched the shape push through Diamond’s neck, the bloody tip emerging from her muzzle. Applejack groaned as she felt her belly smack against Diamond, continuing to thrust. She realized she had jumped the gun, but it was all just as well. She might have taken all night to enjoy the suffering otherwise.
She felt Diamond’s heartbeat, so it wasn’t immediate mercy. She kissed her again, this time slurping the tip with each thrust.
“That’s it,” Applejack said, “Die ya stupid cunt.”
Applejack fell backward with Diamond and finally let go. She held Diamond’s muzzle shut for one blast, swelling up the foal’s body. She then released, allowing the rest to geyser, raining down upon them. Applejack was drenched though her filly guide uniform.
Diamond was finally dead. Applejack sat back up, letting Diamond flop against the floor, still impaled on the shaft. She wiped the cum off Diamond’s face so she could see that last look of terror, licking her lips. She moved the kiddie corpse forward and back like a sex toy. She wanted Diamond’s expression burned into her memory, so continued the fucking. They’d get her when Rarity finished.
That concentration broke when she felt a body slide up behind her. Shining lay his muzzle over her shoulder.
“Your slut friend isn’t done,” said Shining, “I should plant a foal here. Rarity’s lithe and sexy, but I fuck that regularly already. I want to plant one in a strong athletic mare.”
Applejack felt his shaft pulsing against her as he pulled her into a more mountable position. She growled, but raised her tail to allow him access to impregnate. She started to pull Diamond off, but he reached a hoof and stopped her.
“Keep her on,” he purred, “And don’t look like that. A filthy mud pony should be honored to get knocked up by a unicorn, even more a prince, and won’t it be nice for Twilight to be your rape-foal’s aunt? Unless you’d prefer I impregnate your slut sister.”
Applejack didn’t dare talk back. He pushed inside, pussy sopping wet with arousal from the filly murder. She made herself continue, forward into Diamond and back for Shining’s shaft to impale her, feeling him grip her flanks as sweaty bodies smacked together.
Shining wanted to get back to celebrating Ginger’s new cutie mark, so he made the rape-baby quickly. If ponies had one redeeming quality, it was that they rarely terminated pregnancy, even more so with the Apples. It was nice to know she’d have to raise a foal that favored him, or the pony he impersonated, at least.
He licked tears from her face, though she clenched her teeth trying not to sob, which drove him onward. Despite that, she rolled her hips against him, even clenching her inner fuck flesh along his shaft, trying to get it over with.
When he fired off, Applejack sobbed openly, which made him groan more as he packed the little one inside. He yanked out, leaving her with his cum drooling down her thighs.
“There,” he panted before walking away, “Now you’ll have something to replace your sister if you need.”
Applejack turned red, fluid on her practically sizzling, but she held her cool. He was trying to get her to attack so he could say it was her fault that Applebloom died. Instead, she stared into Diamond’s eyes, fucking the child corpse to ignore less pleasant things.
Rarity looked down at Silver. Rarity had pity in her eyes, but stammered, “I guess I’m here to kill you...”
“Come on Rare,” Rainbow chuckled, “You’re a better dom than that. Treat her like Flutterslut.”
“I do not endanger Flutterslut,” Rarity grumbled but added to Silver “Okay you underage slut, it is time for you to make a fashionable exit; no safe word for you.”
She dragged Silver to the wagon, hefting her into the driver’s seat, which had white padding. It would stain, but it’d be comfortable. Silver was limp, though she hadn’t stopped squalling, both because of her situation, and that of her friend.
Rarity sat on one side of the long seat, leaning against the edge and spreading out her legs so her cock flopped before her, pulling Silver against it.
“Cooperation will make this faster, cunt” Rarity said, the nicest thing she could say without endangering Sweetie. “That means keeping me hard, so I better feel hips moving.”
“Fuck her ass,” suggested Rainbow, “Still virgin there.”
“That would be difficult,” said Rarity.
“That’s the point,” Rainbow chuckled.
“Hmmph,” Rarity said, but cooperated, “Ready to take it where Celestia doesn’t shine, snuff bitch?”
“Yes ma’am,” Silver peeped.
“Yes MISTRESS,” Rarity corrected.
“Yes Mistress,” Silver peeped.
Silver tried to help, spreading her hind legs, pointing her rump upwards. It was horrifying, having a foal cooperate for a quicker death, but she had to continue.
“There’s my sweet death slut,” Rarity cooed, “Push that underage cock warmer back.”
Silver pushed her bottom against Rarity. Rarity gripped her with front hooves, and tried to push inside. It slipped out and slid over her. On the second attempt it slid down and her tip punctured the wrong hole. Rarity was surprised at how good it felt.
“Let’s get some lubrication.” Rarity pushed into Silver’s well-raped pussy for a few thrusts, then pulled back to again attempt at her behind.
“Sixty seconds,” said Rainbow.
“To what?” Rarity panted.
“Until you’ve taken too long and your sister gets it,” grinned Rainbow.
Rarity sat up, hooves shaking and movements desperate as she tried to plug the filly. Silver tried her best to help, but by the time they were counting down the last ten seconds, Rarity was on the verge of sobbing, making it hard to see her target.
“3... 2... 1...” continued Rainbow.
Rarity’s tip popped in, Silver grunting in pain as it sank several inches inside, “I’m inside! Please I was in time!”
“Fine,” Rainbow shrugged. She knew Rarity would fuck up later.
Rarity was drenched in sweat and unsure how long she took to get inside. She was terrified of popping out, forcing deeper with each thrust. She was practiced in ramming up a bottom, mostly Fluttershy, though that was a strap on, and that didn’t feel nearly as amazing as convulsing young flesh.
She drooled as she got deeper, but there was a point where she could push deeper, no doubt hitting a bend in the intestines. Her hips weren’t as strong as Applejack’s. She rammed her hips and pulled Silver back, the screaming girl trying to help force it.
Silver’s squirming felt amazing though. Rarity was better at not being apparent in her pleasure, but she barely avoided becoming completely feral.
“It keeps hurting more,” complained Silver between sobbing, her body shaking violently even as she pushed her bottom back harder. It really was worse, though, like each stab of pain was piling up instead of fading. She didn’t know anything could hurt this much.
“It’s supposed to hurt, darling,” panted Rarity. “You can expect it to get worse. This is brutal rape, not play time.”
As sweet as that tight ass felt convulsing over her, Rarity was tiring, whole body glistening with sweat, jabs becoming unstable. Surely the intestinal wall was very bruised, but it just wasn’t breaking.
“I don’t suppose I could have a break?” asked Rarity.
“If you pause for even a second before she’s impaled and dead...” warned Rainbow.
Rarity doubled her efforts, cramming the foal hole like never before, clenching teeth, taking deep breaths, trying to resist complete exhaustion.
“You are very bad at dying,” sobbed Rarity, sweat and tears dripping onto Silver.
“Nah, you’re bad at murder,” giggled Rainbow. “Too bad for Sweetie.”
The lubrication had long dried out, only blood from the open sores within Silver’s asshole lubricating. The foal had given up thrusting, squirming randomly, limbs quivering as she was invaded.
Rarity expected it would never work, so she was surprised when it gave, instinctively moaning at the feel of more flesh surrounding her. Their wet bodies slapped against each, finally feeling her tip press between the folds of intestines and up into Silver’s guts.
Silver squealed as it sank into her, belly bloating as it slid between organs, thrusting up between lungs, forcing deeper with each thrust. Despite the fresh agony, Silver renewed her pushing backward, taking shallow breaths due to pressure between her lungs.
Rarity thrust violently, but it took longer than she hoped, inching between organs, punching through fat and flesh. She had never felt so much exhaustion and pleasure. Silver’s cute bottom was inches from finally pressing against her belly, and she was determined to smack against it.
Silver gagged as it pushed out of her mouth, Rarity’s belly smacking her behind as her bloody tip protruded from the little girl’s muzzle. Silver was frustrated that she wasn’t dead, but Rarity’s shorter thrusts weren’t as damaging, so Silver was lingering in agony.
“DIE for your mistress,” panted Rarity, “. I want to feel a child’s heartbeat stop... with my cock.” She groaned, “Oh, I am enjoying your innocent suffering more than a lady should.”
Thrusting was easier now that she was through. Rarity could give her hips a rest and let forelegs do the work. It still felt like forever before Silver’s body spasmed violently in her deathgasm, and Rarity felt her little heart fluctuate before finally ceasing.
Rarity creamed hard, juice pouring though her, expanding the foal’s freshly minted corpse before splattering the other side of the couch, sending up a mist of spunk.
Rarity looked to Applejack. Diamond looked very dead, but Applejack was happily enjoying some necropedophilia while she waited. Rarity had to admit, Applejack looked sexier than usual covered in fluid and eagerly boning a filly’s corpse.
As the stallions watched, Ginger was the center of attention. The cutie mark magic involved with her rape mark filled anypony around her with desire to plow the foal’s holes. And as it was specifically a ‘getting raped’ cutie mark, Ginger would be incapable of deriving pleasure from it, lest it cease to be rape.
Now, letting her leave alive would be cruel. The doctors during her recovery, her family when she got home, her school friends, and everyone between would want a non-consenting go at her. Perhaps some would resist, but enough ponies would give in to make the rest of her life a living Hell.
Ginger was passed around like a joint during the show like the rape toy she now was, getting fucked by each about fifteen minutes before getting passed, each choosing a random hole until she lost track of who fucked what how many times. Even Sweetie and Applebloom found themselves feeling moist between their hind legs when they looked at her.
Ginger had been fucked more than most adult ponies got in a year, but would never get used to it.
“Keep ‘em on your dicks,” said Rainbow when both mares were done, “We got another game to play!”
Shining grabbed Rarity with his magic, yanking her off the stagecoach and dragging her, Silver’s corpse dragged along with her. He dragged Applejack towards together with Rarity, then flopped them next to each other in a 69 position.
“You’ve enjoyed your cock, not enjoy each others’,” chuckled Rainbow, “You’ll 69, make out with the dead foals, and you’ll nom that corpse like cotton candy on a stick.”
“What,” Applejack deadpanned.
“I am sure I did not hear that correctly,” added Rarity.
“You’ll cannibalize the child corpses,” Soarin clarified, “And if you don’t...”
“Will ya ever stop?” asked Applejack, “Yer gonna’ keep goin’ until somethin’ we can’t do.”
“Nah,” saiid Rainbow, “If you do this, then your sister can leave here alive.”
“Fine,” said Applejack, pulling Rarity’s bottom closer.
Applejack held Silver’s face and slipped her lips over Rarity’s cock tip. Her mind felt numb, but she would do what she had to do for her sister . Then she’d see if it mattered.
Rarity felt Applejack’s warm breath against her, and took a deep breath as she stared at Applejack’s tip. She told herself to take it a step at a time. All she had to do right now was suck cock, something she’d done a lot of.
Rarity pushed her muzzle over Applejack’s tip and slurped, rolling her tongue against it, feeling the need to give Applejack better head, not wanting to be showed up by a farm pony. Kissing the dead’s child’s face was difficult, a terrified expression permanently panted there. She pulled Applejack’s shaft to her throat and swallowed, then kissed Diamond deeply, afraid to close her eyes lest it not be enough.
Applejack wasn’t competing, but was good enough that Rarity thought she was. She batted her tongue against Silver’s limp tongue, licking her teeth, and twisting her head as she bobbed her own. She gagged each time she swallowed, which Rarity enjoyed more than she admitted.
Applejack held Silver’s body, moving it against Rarity’s shaft, the sound of drying flesh rubbing against the cock ridiculously lewd. She hoped to get Rarity off quickly so she could get step two over with.
Rarity seemingly had no gag reflex, but undulated her throat as she bobbed and turned her head repeatedly. She moved Diamond as Applejack was moving Silver, and Diamond moved easier, more torn up inside. That was good since Rarity was near fainting from exhaustion.
They felt their orgasms build sooner this time, their hips joining into the motions, as if their orgasms were sped up by dead children.
As Rarity blew her load, Applejack clamped her muzzle around the tip, cheeks puffing out as she gulped, though it came fast and excess sprayed out her nose.
Rarity had a ‘cleaner’ way, ramming it down her throat, then clenching down so that the cum sprayed down her throat without needing to be swallowed. She belched, her belly swollen until she looked pregnant. Unfortunately that was going to make it harder to do part two without vomiting.
Applejack stared into the dead eyes of her meal. She tried to imagine that it was a giant gummy pony, opening wide and biting hard. Though difficult with flat teeth, she tore flesh off the side of Silver’s face, chewing it as little as possible before swallowing.
Rarity took almost a minute to take the first bite, then tried to chew the chunk of cum-covered face flesh well, feeling cold meat against her tongue. She swallowed, but immediately vomited the entire gooey contents of her stomach over Diamond’s corpse, hurling violently, a gush of white with red streaks.
Rainbow laughed, “Looks like a certain white filly won’t leave here alive.”
Rarity had no more reason to cooperate, but she was utterly exhausted, so was immediately tackled by Soarin when she stumbled towards Sweetie. Soarin kept her on her back while Shining used his magic to tear a strip of flesh from Diamond’s gut, then forced it down Rarity’s throat.
Shining held Rarity’s muzzle shut as she hurled and reswallowed the same meat a dozen times before it stayed down.
Applejack was determined to give them what they wanted. She pulled Silver closer again as Rarity was pinned, and bit at the dead foal’s clit, twisting her head to tear cunt flesh loose, gnawing it. She continued to rip chunks from the meat around Rarity’s shaft.
Applejack was ravenous in her effort, tearing a gash up Silver’s gut, pulling her chest cavity open with forehooves, then pushing her head inside to rip out chunks of organ meet, even chewing intestines down like a thick noodle.
Diamond was pulled from Applejack’s shaft, which throbbed in complaint. They ripped Diamond’s cunt open, allowing her contents to splash all over Rarity’s face like cold pig slop, then forced more down her throat even as she vomited fountains of gore.
Applejack pulled herself up to sit as she continued with Silver, feeling like vomiting herself, but not dare stopping until they said. She watched Rarity’s predicament, feeling horrible for how much she enjoyed her bitch friend’s torture.
“Holy fuck AJ,” Shining panted, “The way you gnaw on that corpse makes me glad I got to fuck a foal into your crazy cunt.”
Rarity got larger piles of guts rammed down her throat. She vomited, then they’d add a more and shove it all down again.
“Enough,” panted Rainbow, “We’ll let Rarity anticipate Sweetie’s death while we kill this fuck.”
“But I didn’t lose...” Scootaloo didn’t have to ask who Rainbow meant.
Rainbow laughed, “I came here to see you die screaming, I’m not missing it. Besides, we never said the winner lived. We said the losers died.” She turned about and sat on Scootaloo’s face, letting her feel how soaked her pussy was, “I’m wetter than your loser muzzle ever managed, and from the anticipation of you getting the death you deserve.”
“You hate me that much?” Scootaloo gagged as Rainbow stood back up.
“Squirt, you’re all kinds of stupid.” laughed Rainbow, “Had it been up to me, you’d been gutted with a dick long ago.” She turned to her friends, “Get your foal fuckers over here, I’m done waiting.” Then at Applejack, “Restrain Rarislut while we murder this loser, we’ll get to Sweetie next.”
“Ready to die, ‘Squirt’?” chuckled Soarin, smacking her face with his cock.
“Just do it,” sniffled Scootaloo. She rolled and poked her rump up, spreading her legs and opening her muzzle. She knew what was coming.
“I call cunt,” Shining rolled over onto his back, pulling Scootaloo atop him, throbbing shaft straight, pushing her down against it.
Scootaloo let herself be carried, though as numb as she was, but cried fresh tears as she was pushed against the stallion’s foal-rape rod. Flash’s cock smacked her back and edged against her still tight plothole. She could barely see, but felt Soarin’s shaft against her muzzle.
Scootaloo knew there was no way to stop her worthless life from ending; she wanted to get it done. She wrapped her legs weakly against Shining’s shaft, pulling herself against it, pushing him into her ruined cunt before he started ramming. She flagged her tail, pushing her rear against Flash to let him force his way in, and even reached tiny front hooves to stroke at Soarin’s shaft, opening wide, trying to force it inside.
Rainbow licked at Scootaloo’s eyes and grinned, feeling along Scootaloo’s belly in anticipation of it bulging. “Look towards me, Squirt, I want to see the agony etched onto your pathetic face, to know you’re getting what you deserve.”
Scootaloo obeyed, turning her face as much as she could towards her idol while lapping at Soarin.
“Enjoy it,” muttered Scootaloo between licks, “So I’m good for something.”
Scootaloo’s next scream was muffled by Soarin’s cock as Shining yanked her hard onto his cock, belly and neck bulging together, holding her steady enough to make Flash’s entry easier. Flash rammed deep, ensuring no hole was undefiled as she died.
Scootaloo’s sobbing was punctuated by gags as Soarin passed her throat, the two shafts from her other end invading her as well. Even as she shook with agony, Scootaloo stroked Soarin’s shaft, feeding more into her throat, hind legs wrapped tightly about Shining, and her tail curling to wrap about Flash. If her hero wanted to see her be raped to death, that is what she would get. She even licked at Rainbow’s tongue as the mare lapped at her tears.
Applejack had Rarity held down, each leg holding one of Rarity’s, as she watched. She licked her lips at how Scootaloo bloated, not to mention Rainbow’s blue bottom swaying with a blue hoof rubbing furiously at her drooling slit. Applejack hated her, but that didn’t mean that wet blue slit wasn’t lickable.
Applejack dragged Rarity across the floor, putting her back down just behind Rainbow, trying to keep out of Applebloom’s view. She let her cock slide into position against Rarity’s belly, snuggling against Rarity’s entrance.
“Applejack, what are you-“ Rarity started, then sobbed once more when it was obvious.
Applejack shivered at her friend’s pussy stretching unwillingly over her fuck spire, pushing several inches with each thrust. Even with an adult mare, the length easily penetrated into Rarity’s womb. The betrayed expression on Rarity’s face made it even better.
“Applejack, why?” Rarity cried, shaking, “They’re killing Scootaloo... they’ll kill Sweetie.”
“Yeah,” panted Applejack, “If enjoyin’ Sweetie’s murder will save mine, then that’s what ah’m doin’. Honestly lookin’ forward to it.”
“You have lost me as a friend, forever,” Rarity barked.
“Oh come on,” panted Applejack, “Ah may convince ‘em to spare me and Bloom, but yer dyin’ today, and that’s hardly forever.”
Rarity kicked, but it was trivial for Applejack to hold her. Applejack pushed a hoof against Rarity’s throat, enough to shut her up, then moved the other to stroke Rainbow’s hips. Despite her mood, Rarity’s own cock still throbbed against Applejack’s belly.
Rainbow jumped at the touch, but relaxed when she felt breath against her cunny, followed by AJ’s thick tongue lapping at her drenched cunt. Applejack pushed her muzzle firmly, licking deep into the soggy reaches of Rainbow’s pegacunt. Rainbow rotated her hips back, and Applejack rationalized that she was further ensuring Applebloom’s safety, even if she had always wanted to taste the Rainbow.
“Yeah get in there, farm slut,” panted Rainbow.
Now that Applejack munched her, Rainbow’s other hoof was free to stroke Scootaloo, feeling cocks as they slid through, such thinly stretched flesh between the hoof and the shafts inside.
Scootaloo’s hind legs had trouble stroking the cock ramming her cunt, as her pelvis was creaking from the pressure. Rainbow chrred and reached hooves to Scoot’s behind, twisting at her plot enough to snap the bone, shattering with a horrifying crack and leaving the little girl’s hind legs spasming. Scootaloo’s body arched, and urine poured down her shivering hind legs.
Rainbow moved her head to intercept, tasting frightened filly piss, gargling, then moving to kiss Scootaloo, spitting the mixture into her mouth. Scootaloo obediently lapped piss from her hero’s muzzle, even if she couldn’t swallow it due to the slab of fuck meat lodged in her throat.
The stallions continued to desecrate Scootaloo’s hot young body, thrusting more ferociously as climaxes built. Scootaloo knew what the increased pulsing meant, and renewed efforts to pleasure her rapists, knowing that they would all want to cream into her before allowing her to die.
“Seconds from death, Squirt,” grinned Rainbow as she stroked Scootaloo, “Seconds from relieving your parents of their embarrassment, and your friends from having to associate with a loser cripple. Gonna cream so hard when you die...”
Scootaloo started sobbing afresh, and nodded in response to Rainbow. Her emotions were delicious, abject terror at being seconds from her consciousness ceasing, utter despair that her best option was death despite the horror, and burning self-hate, fully blaming herself.
Finally the stallions blew their loads. Shining’s fuck juice blasted into her like a geyser, throbbing cock stretching out her pussy so the juice couldn’t escape, womb filling like a water balloon. Flash shot into her ass, sealed within her, her intestines ballooning faster than it could escape upward through her. Her stomach swelled equally with the seed vomiting from Soarin’s shaft.
Her insides convulsed, body bloating grotesquely. Her womb popped audibly, splashing into her organ sack. Her stomach followed, bursting, her intestines splitting as well. Her body swelled so much that she was barely recognizable. She managed one more piercing scream, the sound of her fear piercing ears before being suddenly cut off as her entire body burst apart.
Flesh, organs, and cum splashed outward, most of her torso shattered into bits. All that was left was her head, still impaled on Soarin, who stuck right through it, and her hips and hind legs. Shining and Flash were still in her pussy and ass, both cocks sticking out of the soup of guts and cum puddled in what was left of her. Scootaloo’s last emotional ping was happiness at getting what she deserved.
Rainbow moved to allow Applejack a nice view of Scootaloo, as well as a shower of guts and cum on her face, then Rainbow creamed herself hard, pushing her plot against Applejack’s licking, giving AJ a shower of pussy juice from her psychotic friend. Rainbow moaned as AJ lapped her clean.
Applejack likewise came into Rarity, the sobbing mare screaming as she felt Scootaloo’s gore splash her. Applejack packed her seed inside, groaning against Rainbow.
“Well if ya live,” panted Applejack, “You’ll have a present from me in yer womb.”
Rainbow swished her tail at Applejack, “Tie Rare up, then get Sweetie.”
Applejack tied Rarity up without hesitating, Rarity sobbing and begging for her to save Sweetie, but that just made Applejack look forward to it more. Rarity’s torso was tied against a poll, her hind legs splayed out in front of her.
She hesitated more with Sweetie, as Applebloom was next to her
“Applejack, she’s my friend...” Applebloom protested as AJ untied Sweetie.
“Ah know, sugarcube,” said Applejack gently, “But ain’t nothin’ we kin do. You on the other hoof... maybe if I cooperate, they’ll let you go.”
Sweetie struggled so hard that she almost set off the machine before Applejack detached her, shrieking as Applejack dragged her across the floor by one hind leg. She plopped the filly in front of their captors, Sweetie curling up on the floor. Applejack licked her lips.
“Like what you see?” Rainbow asked.
“Maybe?” shrugged Applejack, “It’s just...other filly ah fucked wasn’t virgin so... prolly not as good as...”
“She’s all yours,” chuckled Rainbow, “You can kill Sweets in agony, let her live, or anything in between, your choice will have no bearing on whether your sister lives.”
Rarity sighed in relief, “Thank Celestia.”
She looked at the sniffling Sweetie, back to Applebloom, then back to Rainbow, who looked back smugly. She rationalized that Applebloom would understand eventually, because there was no way she was passing this up. “Sorry Sweetie.”
“”What?” Sweetie whimpered. Applejack reached for her, and she ran to Rarity.
Applejack let her get to Rarity, then stomped her tail to hold her. Rarity looked at Applejack with a stunned expression as Applejack hefted Sweetie up between them. Standing on her haunches, Applejack moved closer to Rarity, enough that their magic cocks throbbed against each other.
Sweetie figured out what was about to happen to her, screaming repeatedly, struggling as much as she could, drowning out Applebloom’s protests. Applejack held the filly, letting Sweetie wear herself out before trying to push her down onto the two shafts.
“Applejack,” Rarity whimpered, “Don’t do this... you’ll never forgive yourself.”
“Yer right,” Applejack admitted, but kept going.
Finally Sweetie exhausted herself and hanged limp, sobbing adorably. Applejack grinned and pushed her downward. Applejack pulled close, crossing their shafts at the base so that Applejack’s was closer to Rarity and Rarity’s was closer to Applejack. That way Applejack got the pussy, but Rarity still got to look into Sweetie’s eyes.
Applejack panted as she pushed Sweetie firmly, feeling the amazing stretch of virgin child-cunt. Rarity felt the also amazing, stretch of underage shit-hole against her tip, though she wasn’t so appreciative. Rarity closed her eyes so she didn’t have to see Sweetie’s expression, but Sweetie started to cry more, as if Rarity seeing her was the only comfort she had, so Rarity opened them again..
Applejack whispered to Sweetie, “We’re about to pop in, gonna hurt like fuck.”
Sweetie’s panicked cries increased as she felt her holes about giving, then screamed like a banshee when both cunt and ass virginities were taken. Applejack felt the heat of fresh, unwilling foal pussy clenching her, immediately beginning thrusts. Defiling a foal’s body for the first time was better than raping one already broken, and Applejack’s reluctance melted, so glad she didn’t miss Sweetie’s amazing cunt. Doing it because she wanted to instead of having to made it even hotter.
She pushed her head over Sweetie’s shoulder and kissed her deeply, watching the agony in her eyes, stabs of pain shooting up through her body, gagging violently with each thrust. Applejack licked Sweetie’s face, then pressed it against Rarity’s muzzle to share the taste of her tears.
Applejack took her time, enjoying every inch. Her powerful hips rammed through Sweetie’s cervix, invading the child’s womb, shivering as she impacted the back wall. It was hard to go slowly with an amazing foal cunt wrapped around her shaft, but Applejack wanted it to. Sweetie was so innocent, making her suffering so much hotter.
Sweetie clung to Rarity, sobbing with her as her sister’s cock throbbed inside her. Not even Rarity could deny how good it felt, and her hips bucked upwards without her even realizing it. Sweetie’s screams devolved into gurgles as her pelvic bone gave and Applejack’s cock tip rammed through flesh and into her gut.
Rarity was having difficulty, so Applejack pulled Sweetie completely off, let the two shafts flop into order, then pushed back down, this time with Rarity in her pussy and Applejack up her ass.
Sweetie convulsed, blood painting her shivering hind legs. Applejack rammed through her intestines, now Rarity’s shaft able to keep up as they both moved up through Sweetie’s chest, making the foal bloat with their girths as she convulsed delightfully.
Applejack was too aroused to move slowly, pummeling Sweetie’s insides, feeling her lungs crushed as both shafts pushed upwards, feeling the beat of Sweetie’s heart. Rarity realized in horror that Sweetie’s heart was literally smushed against her shaft.
Sweetie gagged as her head was forced to face upwards. Applejack went off a second before her cock emerged, Sweetie vomiting cum onto Rarity’s face. She pushed deeper and both her and Rarity’s tips poked free, Sweetie’s mouth wide as she convulsed in deathgasm. Applejack’s cum continued like a hose, and Rarity couldn’t help but join, raining cum on themselves and the freshly minted child corpse.
Driving Applejack this mad was so hot, and Rainbow wondered if she would go further.
“Awesome,” said Rainbow, “Get your plot over and release Bloom.”
Applejack was relieved and wary, but left Sweetie’s cum-covered corpse impaled on the sobbing Rarity’s shaft, and carefully pulled her sister free. Applebloom ran to hug Sweetie’s impaled corpse, sobbing.
“Fuck her,” said Rainbow.
“You said she’d be-“
“I never said YOU wouldn’t kill her,” said Rainbow, “Come on, you know you want to. Raping and murdering your own sister would be ridiculously hot and you know it. Just imagine the betrayal in her eyes as her agonized life fades”
Applejack was tempted, imagining running Applebloom through, raping her corpse in every hole until she was in more pieces than Scootaloo. So fucking hot...
Applejack’s eyes scanned the barn one more time, landing on a back door that was closed and locked. But maybe...
Applejack pretended to be interested in the worst, and was so sorely tempted that the changelings didn’t even recognize what she was doing. Applejack chased her horrified sister, trying to push her near the door. Applejack caught her right in front of it, then turned to kick the door off its hinges, draping Applebloom across her back, running as hard as she could.
Applebloom was tugged back inside with Shining’s magic, leaving Applejack outside alone. Shining piled heavy crates in front of the door, ensuring Applejack couldn’t get back in. Applejack realized her only chance was to get help before they had time to kill Applebloom. She turned and ran full speed down the path away from the barn.
“Well that couldn’t have worked better,” chuckled Shining, tossing Applebloom next to Rarity.
The path would lead Applejack further into the woods, and by that time she had help, they’d be finished. Now they had a living survivor to tell who did what, and the ponies they were impersonating would be mind-raped into thinking they really did it.
“Phew,” panted Rainbow, or rather Oviduct, dropping her disguise, “I feel so fucking fuckable gonna fill these last two with eggs.”
“What?” Rarity stared in disbelief, “But you knew all those things! How?”
“Torture,” answered Oviduct simply, “And mind-raping the real ponies to think they really did this, and Applejack will be our witness... but we definitely can’t let you two live now.”
“Applejack was a changeling?” Applebloom piped up hopefully, caring more about that than dying.
“Oh no no,” Oviduct laughed, “Her murdering your friend was hot, but unplanned for.” She turned to the stallions, “Only two egg sacks and three of you.”
The other living foals, Ginger and Zipporwhill, has passed out already, so Shining put them in boxes so they wouldn’t see. They’d leave one with the real Rainbow and another with Shining to further their guilt. He turned back to Oviduct and grinned, probably hoping helpfulness would be rewarded. The other stallions were looking at Oviduct hopefully as well.
“You cum sacks are pathetic,” laughed Oviduct, “Kevin, help me with the brat, Thorax, with the slut.”
Soarin dropped his own form, returning to Kevin, and bouncing over to Applebloom, who screamed and fled, but there was nowhere to go. Kevin delighted in her terror as he drug her back, hissing and running his tongue over her, getting a taste of her underage cunt.
Shining dropped his form and returned to Thorax, buzzing to Rarity and untying her. Rarity had lost her will completely, showing no resistance, though she did quickly pull her dead sister off her cock. Thorax nullified the spell so that she returned to fully female.
Flash returned to being Doomie too, and wasn’t too disappointed. He was a breeder; he got to fuck the Queen pussy itself, while his poor comrades had never been chosen by a fertile female even once. Let them have a go.
“Thorax, amuse yourself,” Oviduct told one inferior before turning to the other, “Kevin, hot child cunt take precedence.”
Thorax sat back on his hunches to wait, his changeling shaft now pulsing hard, ridged and barbed and far more monstrous than the pony cock he had sported. He pointed a hoof at Rarity, then his shaft.
Rarity was too whipped to decline. She dragged herself across the floor, slurping his rape stick into her muzzle, undulating her tongue against it and bobbing her head. She reached a hoof to massage his balls as she swallowed down his jagged tip. She put her all into blowing her tormentor, perhaps to distract her from Applebloom’s fate.
Applebloom looked at the monster’s face, staring, trying to convince herself it was a nightmare, but she knew it wasn’t. “Ah don’t wanna die...”
“You won’t die today,” smirked Oviduct, “But you’ll wish you had.”
As Oviduct’s cunt drooled down her thighs, a slit above her pussy opened, her ovipositor emerging like a prehensile cock, though the tip opened up wider than any shaft. Applebloom almost vomited just from the feel of it against her, especially when it split into two tentacles, one for each hole. Oviduct pushed Applebloom down, back down so she could see her face. Kevin grinned as he moved up behind Oviduct, cock throbbing and ready. It was reproduction threesome. Kevin would fuck his seed into Oviduct, then she would plant fertilized eggs into Applebloom.
Applebloom had more fight left in her, and struggled mightily for her size, the feel of her small body writhing against Oviduct felt incredible. She lapped Applebloom’s face, letting their rape sticks rub against her nethers in anticipation of defiling another innocent nine-year-old, stoking Applebloom’s delicious fear.
Oviduct flagged her tail for Kevin to push into her soft sperm receptacle, fuck honey drooling down his shaft from a mere touch. It was no foal pussy, but getting used to make babies was an honor he had never had. He felt her tunnel ripple and flex around his shaft, tip pushing through to her womb. He was already smacking against her behind before she penetrated poor Applebloom.
Applebloom’s scream upon penetration was as delightful as others, but her emotions were an octave above, a child’s terror at being raped by a snarling monster a gourmet treat. Oviduct pushed within, ovipositor winding through Applebloom’s system, as thick as the cocks that had murdered Applebloom’s friends. The tip of her fuck spire opened and ripped Applebloom’s cervix out before invading her womb. The second branch of the egg shaft pushed into Applebloom’s tailhole, prehensile length winding up Applebloom’s intestines.
Oviduct kissed Applebloom, forcing her long tongue down the terror-stricken child’s throat and feeling the screams. She rolled her hips, pushing back against her sperm source and plunging forward into her squirming egg sack. She had never had the pleasure of an egg sack before, and not only did it feel incredible, but hatchlings that incubated in a living body were born more developed than the usual grubs; usually enough that they could fuck one another fresh out of their eggs, even if not yet fertile.
Oviduct loved how Applebloom pulsed around her oviduct, and she understood why her drone friends were so keen on getting their dick into real underage holes. She opened her maw and clamped down on Applebloom’s face, anything to fan the flames of her fear, all the time plunging her foal factories into the tight, unwilling body.
Applebloom was small however, so Oviduct needed to make sure she could hold the load. Oviduct twisted the child’s hips, snapping her pelvic bone, eliciting a fresh scream. She moved her hooves to Applebloom’s chest, pushing hard until a rib snapped, then pulling back before any significant internal damage occurred. She continued this to break apart the whole rib cage, so that Applebloom’s body could expand to hold more, adding to the delightful screams.
Kevin didn’t last long; breeders weren’t supposed to. His cock throbbed happily inside her, ramming his hips to pack waves of juicy sperm into her egg chamber, which immediately began to manufacture what she would soon implant into her foalish victim. Kevin drooled over her shoulder, not in control of his facilities, which was also expected from one that had never bred before. Male minds were so fragile.
Oviduct took her time plowing Applebloom, delighting with every sob as agony washed over the filly’s face. She kept it up several times longer than she needed to implant fertile eggs, so when she let herself go, the load was intense.
The second tentacle in Applebloom’s behind pulled free, and rammed into her tightly packed cunt, forcing both inside. Eggs visibly moved through Applebloom’s body, Oviduct implanting her with several dozen, the child’s little womb expanding until it broke apart under the strain. The goo expelled to house the eggs sealed up the tears enough to keep her from suffering lethal damage, but her body bloated up, already looking pregnant before the eggs had even matured. Oviduct pulled back, slurping free, ovipositor spitting one last glob to seal her cervix.
It was hot to think of how the foal would suffer before being allowed to die.
Oviduct kicked Kevin off of her like the used cum depot that he was, pulling free of Applebloom and walking towards Rarity. She was still helping Thorax warm up with her mouth, and looked confused when he pulled away. She turned to see where he went, and her eyes met Oviduct’s.
Rarity sighed; there was no point in resisting. She turned her rump to Oviduct, ducking into a head-down-ass-up position, spreading legs and raising her tail. She stiffened her legs at Oviduct’s weight, and more when Thorax’s weight was added. Thorax purred as he pushed into Oviduct, as the female wound her two tentacles together to both go into Rarity’s cunt. She knew Rarity was a slut who might enjoy one in each hole, so instead she expanded Rarity’s single tunnel until the mare cried out, writhing anew.
“The pain you will suffer,” said Oviduct as she drooled on Rarity’s shoulder, “Is more than any of these foal corpses felt. You’ll forget what it’s like to not be in agonizing pain, and then my children will rip free, raping and devouring as you die.”
Rarity’s fear crept to the levels that Sweetie’s had been, Oviduct feeding upon it as she invaded the mare. A mare was big enough that she didn’t have to break bones now, though they would all break due to the slowly growing life inside of her later.
Thorax expelled his load into her pussy, bathing a new batch of eggs. Oviduct kicked him off once he had served his purpose so she could hammer into Rarity as hard as she could. Rarity had thought she was too broken to feel, but now filled the room with fresh screams and sobbing. Oviduct planted her eggs quickly this time, not certain how soon Applejack might return, and pushed the bloated mare onto the floor.
“Aw yeah,” Oviduct panted, “Now to take the pregnant brats and go implant some memories. It’s been a good day.”
Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
When Oviduct said they would wish they had died, she wasn’t kidding. Applebloom and Rarity had been taken back to the hive, where they spent the next six months incubating the eggs inside them, though the time felt like an eternity to them.
As if feeling their bodies slowly pulled apart inside as the eggs grew wasn’t enough, they also discovered that egg sacks were quite popular with drones, especially the frustrated ones that wanted to make eggs themselves but never got to. Rarity was lucky enough to merely be raped around a dozen times a day, but Applebloom spent nearly every waking hour with at least one cock inside her, her slick foal holes very popular. Five minutes of not being raped was the most she could ever hope for.
On top of that, egg sacks didn’t get normal food to eat. Oviduct would come to rape their throat every few days, pumping them full of nutrient goo that tasted so horrible that Rarity missed the taste of vomit-covered foal meat. The goo was acidic, eating them from the inside slowly, turning organs into nutritious soup for the eggs to consume, but magically enchanted to never cause enough damage for them to die, keeping them on the edge of death for as long as needed, even keeping their holes tight enough for more rape. Then she would feed on their misery, as would many other changelings now that they had learned to feed on negative emotions.
Memories of their lives and families faded as their entire existence became torture. They couldn’t move so much as a hoof without feeling agonizing pain, yet the nutrient goo they were fed prevented them from losing consciousness or even sleeping. No matter how exhausted they became, the pain kept them wide awake. They begged for death during the first weeks, before they lost the ability to speak, only able to groan and squeal, screams echoing through the hatchery, even after their hearing gave out and they were no longer able to hear themselves cry out, eyes dimming until the world was blackness where their only two activities were being raped and waiting to be raped again.
Oviduct came to them one last time, the ponies bodies now bloated beyond measure. She rubbed over Rarity’s flesh, the eggs visibly glowing and pulsing within her, so very close to emerging. A drone that was eagerly plowing Rarity’s broken cunt pulled free and backed off, as well as two more that were spit-roasting Applebloom, the drones obediently giving the superior gender freedom to do as she wanted, and moved on to other egg sacks; there were quite a lot now that their activities in Equestria had been more and more successful.
She touched her ovipositor barely against Rarity’s lips, and the unicorn opened her muzzle wide. Rarity knew that however agonizing the feeding was, Oviduct was capable of making it worse for her if she didn’t cooperate; it only took a few sessions of Oviduct tormenting her mind with visions of herself being repeatedly torn into pieces before they submitted completely.
Rarity was a slut to the bitter end, rippling her tongue against Oviduct as she pushed herself into her throat. Even barely able to move her gaping throat, Rarity still tried her best to swallow against the invading tendril. Oviduct took it slowly, savoring the never-ending torrent of agony flowing freely through Rarity’s mind. She didn’t even need to feed Rarity, the eggs so close to bursting that it hardly mattered, but she wanted to make her suffer just a bit more before she got to die.
“So fucking good,” moaned Oviduct, “Suffer more for me, oh I’m going to miss you when you’re gone, but seeing my children burst from you will be worth the loss.”
She groaned, creaming a hot load of food paste into Rarity’s gut, watching her neck ripple as it was pushed into her. Rarity’s body shivered violently, the mere touch of the paste causing her stinging pain, but not daring to cease nursing at the ovipositor. Oviduct rubbed her forehooves over Rarity’s form, knowing that the slightest touch was agony for her, shivering lustfully as even now Rarity sobbed from her empty eyes.
“Pity that you’ll find relief soon,” panted Oviduct as she pulled free, “You deserve more, your whole race does, and soon they’ll get it. I only wish you were whole enough for me to tell you how Equestria is crumbling, soon your species will be nothing but livestock for our... needs.”
She moved to Applebloom next, the foal sprawled onto her back, legs splayed and broken, bones jutting through flesh. Applebloom felt the pressure of someone approaching, and immediately opened her muzzle and her legs, the little bit that she could, even as the fear only a tormented child was capable of boiled inside her for Oviduct to feast on. Applebloom’s body was swollen beyond recognition, skin coming apart in places, sealed by stinging goo to keep her warm flesh wrapped about her eggs.
“I wonder if your family is still holding out hope to find you,” Oviduct grinned as she pushed her pulsing members into Applebloom’s throat, “And your tenth birthday is coming up, just in time for me to give them ‘closure’ by leaving your mutilated corpse on their doorstep.”
Applebloom’s despair and torment was even juicier than Rarity’s; such an innocent and pure creature reduced to being a rape toy. Oviduct continued to ram her face, forcing a hoof into the child cunt at the same time, fisting her just a violently. As she pushed a load of acidic nutrient mix into Applebloom’s stomach, the eggs began to pulse.
Oviduct scooped up a hoof full of the goop that they lay in, composed of both cum from the thousands of times they’d been raped, as well as their own urine and the green goop they shit out. The puddle they were in was so deep that they had to have their heads propped up to keep from drowning in it. She slurped it off her hoof as she pulled out, sitting back on her haunches to watch the gore fest that was about to ensue, masturbating via turning her ovipositor back to ram into her own cunny.
Rarity bellowed as she felt her insides burning, somehow hurting worse than anything she’d felt before. She arched her back and convulsed, pissing herself once again as she did so, Oviduct leaning down to lap at the stream. Oviduct slid herself into the soup where Rarity lay, letting it soak against her own skin as she kissed Rarity deeply, running a hoof over her belly to feel it pulse. She could feel movement now as her children began to break free, squirming about within her womb, pushing outward to escape.
As Oviduct had sealed off her cervix, none of them even considered the only passage they could take without murdering their encasement. Tiny claws tore at the inside of her womb, then up through her gut, Rarity gagging up blood as she felt her body torn apart from the inside out. Oviduct licked the blood out of her muzzle, continuing to make out with her hotly.
There was a high pitched screech as the first infant forced his head out of her gut. He tore the hole open further with his maw, then crawled up out of her, covered in goo and blood. Unlike the grubs born without an egg sack, he was more developed, with hind legs as well as an already stiffening shaft bulging beneath him, large for his size, as big as one of his arms.
As another split opened in her belly for another little head, and her whole body undulated with the crawlers inside her trying to free themselves, Rarity had a bit of a grin on her face. Yes, this hurt worse than anything thus far, but she knew she was about to die, and that was the closest to happiness she was capable of now.
They continued to tear out of her, but they weren’t happy with just tearing her apart. The first one to exit sniffed about, licking his lips as he slipped down towards Rarity’s cunt. As he slid against her, she instinctively spread her legs, and his newborn boner easily pushed inside, the little one going to town as he slapped his belly on hers. A second one, a female, squirmed to Rarity’s bottom and pushed her little ovipositor inside her there; every child of every gender was going to get their rape on with her.
Not all of them went for conventional entry. One clawed at one of her eyes, scooping it out and then gnawing on it as he began to violently fuck her eye socket. Still another lay on her back and fucked upwards into a strand of intestines as Rarity’s guts were being strewn about. One literally crawled out of her gagging throat, then immediately began to rape her there as well, his rump still in her maw as he pounded her throat. All the time they were feeding on the last terrifying moments of their first victim.
Rarity finally arched her back, letting out one last sickening sounding bellow before her body was rocked with deathgasm. She wasn’t intact enough to crap herself, so just slowly shivered to a stop as the children continued to rape her corpse every bit as eagerly, both eye sockets and several strands of intestine or fuck tunnel in use by little cocks. Some hadn’t even crawled away from their egg, they had just started raping the closest organ.
Just as Oviduct was pulling back from the corpse, she heard a wet tear from behind her and Applebloom letting out a fresh squeal. She turned to see Applebloom’s body churning as well, her own eggs getting ready to burst from her little body. Oviduct licked tears from her squealing face, rubbing her hooves all over her body to sweetly caress her as she watched them tear free.
The sight of a child dying was making Oviduct sopping wet, so she casually twisted one of Rarity’s front legs free, moving it with her magic to push into her own pussy, thrusting it slowly but deeply, deep enough to penetrate into her egg chamber.
It seemed one did actually find the right way, as the first bloody head to emerge from Applebloom was from her cunt, though afterward they began to burst from her gut as well. several dozen of them, tearing out of her one at a time, her guts starting to slop out of the gaping hole from cunt to neck. They had so little space at first that some dug downward as well, tearing out of her back as well, eventually only her spine and a few loose flaps of skin attaching her lower half
One began fucking what was left of her underage pussy, though now that was just him pushing through a tight hole in a thick flap of flesh. Her lower jaw was literally ripped off of her head and tossed aside so another could ram her fuck sticks directly into the child’s throat. As her body convulsed with pain, she felt her eyes being torn out, even one of her ears, and little fuck spires beginning to plow the holes. Not a single one seemed interested in Oviduct or each other, Applebloom’s terror feeding them. their first meal.
Oviduct was enjoying the meal as well. Applebloom felt like she was burning, inside and out, stabbing pains somehow still reaching her from every part of her body. Her body writhed, but she couldn’t move on purpose, her whole existence having become pain. Even the short time felt like an eternity before her consciousness finally faded.
The changelings continued their gangrape of her after she was dead, wanting to enjoy their first victim. They slowly began to move to Oviduct, as her love was feeding them now, the ones from both bodies climbing up onto her. She let them continue as long as they wanted before carrying them as a group to the nursury.
It took a long time to magically clean the corpse of any trace of changelings, but Oviduct thought it was worth it. She had bundled up Applebloom’s stiffening body into a box, placing her eye-less face and jaw so she would be staring upwards at the person who opened it. She made sure it was coated with random pony cum, even puddled in her eye sockets. As a added bonus, she included ten candles that would self-light when the box was opened. Applebloom would be her own birthday cake.
She got paper that was waterproof enough to remain readable, and left the message stuffed into her mouth, or at least the space where her head and jaw was pushed together. The note read simply “Happy 10th birthday, Applebloom. Gotcha!”. She made sure it was in Rainbow’s style of writing, and the note was magically aged to make it seem like she had written it before being caught and had someone else deliver it on this day. This is how she left the box sitting in front of the Apple’s front door in Ponyville.
Applejack sat at the breakfast table and stared at her empty plate, the other places empty, the pony not having been able to make herself start her chores today. Even if she had been able, they weren’t allotting her many chores now that her pregnancy from Shining was coming along. She couldn’t get it out of her mind that today was Applebloom’s 10th birthday, and she didn’t even know if she was alive.
Not only that, but Equestria seemed to be falling apart since then. Shining Armor and Flash had brutally murdered Cadence and Flurry when they got home, as a public execution even, everyone too afraid to stop him before he already was forcing several guards to fuck his dead wife and daughter, as well as Ginger who he’d apparently brought home. Rainbow didn’t get to kill anyone before she was caught, but was about to fuck Zipporwhill with a knife when the authorities busted in on her.
The psychos were put in jail and the two fillies given to their families, though the terror hadn’t stopped for poor Ginger. Not only was she raped multiple times during her recovery, but the law says that every pony must be allowed to perform their special talent as long as it doesn’t harm anypony else, so it was basically legal to rape Ginger regardless of consent or age difference. Applejack had even seen Ginger's own father raping her, the little belly swollen with her pregnancy.
It didn’t stop there, however. A string of horrible events had started occurring all over Equestria. Ponies were going insane for seemingly no reason and committing horrible crimes. At first you heard about it a lot in the news, but it had actually become so common that these days it was no longer ‘front page’ material. Since Equestria didn’t have a death penalty, these ponies were restrained in mental hospitals where they were being ‘treated’ for their condition, but many were running out of room; entire new hospitals were having to be built.
But Applejack felt more hate for herself at this point. Those people had gone nuts, but she did it of her own free will, though she had altered the facts when telling the police about it.
There was a knock on the door, and Applejack jumped in her seat. There was just the one knock, so Applejack went to see what it was. It was a box, strangely, and after looking around a bit, Applejack pulled it open.
She stared into Applebloom’s dead, cum filled eye sockets, suddenly feeling as if the world was caving in on her, her worst horror realized. Not only that, but this corpse wasn’t old. It was probably no more than a few hours, which mean Applebloom had been alive in custody of some horrible pony for all those months, and Applejack knew what kind of torture she’d probably gotten during that time. Then the ten candles lit up, and she felt her rage burn enough to physically hurt.
Applejack felt too numb to scream or call for her family. She opened Applebloom’s muzzle, pulling out a piece of paper that looked like it was written by Rainbow, perhaps before she was caught since it looked old. “Happy 10th birthday, Applebloom. Gotcha!”.
She felt rage as she had never felt before, far more than what she felt for herself, far more than what she felt for Rainbow just after the incident. She began to shake violently as she put the letter back in the box.
Applejack wasted no time, leaving the box and running into Ponyville, not breaking her stride or stopping to talk before she arrived at the Ponyville hospital.
Applejack didn’t bother going in the front door; she knew where the psychological wing of the building was. She even knew where Rainbow’s room was, assuming she hadn’t been moved. Applejack visited her once, hoping it would give some closure, and wanted to ask to her face where Applebloom had been taken, but Rainbow just sobbed and swore she didn’t know. That's all Rainbow ever did between episodes of being senselessly violent.
After that, Applejack had just tried to forget her.
But she wasn’t forgetting her now. Applejack had started to think Rainbow really was just the victim of a curse or condition, but if Rainbow had planned for Applebloom to be murdered and left on Applejack’s doorstep from the beginning, then she must have known where Applebloom was all this time, or at the very least who was holding her.
Applejack swung her hips around, shattering the window and knocking the frame into the room. She leaped through, and sure enough found Rainbow there in one of the beds, though Cheerilee, who had murdered a large portion of Ponyville’s school–foals, was now sharing the room with her.
Both ponies were restrained on their beds, so Applejack ignored the later and focused on Rainbow.
“What are you doing?” asked Cheerilee weakly.
Applejack answered bluntly, “Make another noise and ah’ll snap yer neck before ah go.”
Cheerilee didn’t say another word, but watched Applejack with interest.
Rainbow was taking a nap at first, which was convenient, Applejack able to remove her restraints without making too much of a racket for the hospital staff to overhear. She found a muzzle that was Rainbow’s size, probably used when she had a complete breakdown. She also managed to tie Rainbow’s front hooves uncomfortably behind her back, and hind legs together.
That would keep her quiet and still enough. Applejack moved as quickly as she could, her adrenaline pushing her onward, as she dragged Rainbow off the bed and tossed her out the window.
Rainbow woke up when she dropped off the bed, but had no time to react before she felt herself falling. She hit the ground, shards of jagged glass sinking into her side before Applejack hefted her up onto her back and ran off with her, darting through back alleys and the emptier parts of town as much as she could.
Rainbow tried to scream but found herself muzzled, then tried to squirm, but found her hooves restrained as well. She could see who she was on, her head bounding on one side and able to see Applejack’s sweaty flank and cutie mark. She could practically smell the rage, but even without that, she knew only one reason Applejack would come to get her. And Rainbow was definitely not up for resisting, her limbs and body weaker than average ponies after so many months of not being allowed to fly or exercise.
Applejack carried her to the nearest point of entry into the Everfree forest, toting the pegasus into the forest where no one would find her before Rainbow was dead. Well, almost anyone. No sooner had she dropped Rainbow on the ground than she heard hoofsteps behind her.
She turned to see Big Macintosh. Given the fire in his eyes, he must have found the box too and had the same thought as her, ran to the hospital, then found Rainbow gone and ran to where he’d have taken her. Applejack and Big Mac thought enough alike to predict one another’s actions.
“Wanna go at ‘er before we put ‘er down?” Applejack asked, not bothering to explain herself.
“Eyup,” Big Mac responded, moving to tower over Rainbow, tearing off her muzzle now that she was somewhere nopony would hear her screams.
“Applejac, Mac,” Rainbow panted, “Listen, I really don’t know why I did that, I don’t know why I have these episodes, but you know it’s like a plague now, I’m sick like every pony else, I didn’t want to hurt any of them!”
“Ya got a lot of nerve beggin’ for yer life,” snarled Applejack, “I found your little present, Applebloom’s corpse in a box on her tenth birthday.”
“Applejack,” Rainbow said more loudly, “I was in the hospital! I couldn’t have!”
“The note was in your handwriting, and old,” said Applejack, “Which means even if you didn’t kill her, you know who did and where she was being held. Tell me, and maybe I’ll make it a quick death.”
“What?” Rainbow had no idea what she meant, but there was no arguing with her.
There was no more time for questions. Applejack wanted to untie Rainbow so she could squirm, but didn’t want her to flee either, so she picked Rainbow’s hind legs, still tied together, propping them firmly against a tree. Her brother got the non-verbal cue, and turned his plot around towards her.
He kicked hard, and Rainbow screamed as he kicked hard enough to down a tree. Both Rainbow’s legs snapped near the knee, bone jutting from flesh as the first tears rolled down her face. As Rainbow squirmed, Applejack moved to her wing, pulling them out straight as well and holding them.
“No not the wings!” Rainbow got out before Mac stomped them hard, audible snaps as they broke. Even if she’d probably never get to use them again, her wings were still her pride and joy.
Applejack knew that, and twisted them about, one way and another, until she literally wadded them into a ball of flesh and exposed bone. Only then did she release Rainbow from her binds.
Applejack turned to her brother, seeing his healthy shaft growing beneath him, and tried not to stare at what she considered the definition of a perfect cock, instead just saying simply, “Fuck her all you want, but make sure it doesn’t feel good.”
Mac had the idea. He picked up a jagged rock in his mouth, with edges like broken glass, and forced Rainbow’s broken hind legs open. As Rainbow sobbed, he forced it into her pussy, twisting and thrusting it, cutting slits into her sensitive inner flesh, effectively giving her a pussy full of painful paper cuts.
Once he felt like it would hurt sufficiently, he began to do the same with her ass. It pushed in easier than he expected, and he couldn’t help but wonder why, but was happy enough to drag it along her insides again to prepare her. Rainbow knew why: it was because the doctors denied her food if she didn’t let them fuck her in any way they wanted, as apparently they were ‘fans’ of hers while she was still a Wonderbolt. She was too busy sobbing to think about that now though.
Applejack held Rainbow’s top half down, not that it was needed. Applejack just liked feeling her body jerk and writhe with each fresh cut. Applejack purred and licked tears from Rainbow’s face, then knelt atop her, sitting her own apple-flavored slit against Rainbow’s muzzle. Being used to rape on a regular basis, Rainbow instinctively ran her tongue over Applejack’s slit, surprising the pony atop her enough to make her squeak.
“Fuckin’ slut,” Applejack groaned as she was lapped, but didn’t mind all the same, starting to rotate her hips as the still sobbing Rainbow pushed her tongue deeper into her slit, “Choke on my cunt honey ya insufferable bitch.”
Mac threw the bloody rock aside, and moved up to Rainbow’s plot end. He twisted her legs, intentionally bearing down his own hooves against them as he pushed his blunt tip against her pussy. As he popped inside, he felt the hot, if a bit dry, walls gripping him, and groaned, immediately working into a thrusting motion, inching slowly deeper until he was pounding at her womb’s door.
This put Applejack’s and Mac’s faces only inches apart as they both thrust their hips, and for a moment they stared into each other’s eyes a bit awkwardly. Somehow murdering someone together made the usual sexual tension between the siblings much more. Finally Applejack looked about as if she was more concerned being caught doing her brother than doing her murder victim, then leaned forward to press into a kiss with Mac. He returned it and they began to make out atop Rainbow.
As the incestuous pair ran their hooves all over each other’s body and repeatedly played their tongues together, Rainbow felt like she was being impaled all the way through from the stabs of pain which shot through her with every stab of Mac’s cock. Her body shook with agony even as she moved her good front legs to grasp a hold of Applejack’s rump, pushing her muzzle more firmly, rubbing against Applejack’s clit as she ate her out. Mac’s cock broke through her cervix and into her womb, stretching out the second hole as his belly slapped against her own finally, and continued to do so as her unwilling pussy became sopping wet despite her pain.
Applejack felt one hoof against the penetration point between Mac and Rainbow, enjoying the throbbing of her brother’s cock as much as the agonized twitching of her cunt. “Yeah wreck that psycho’s filthy cunt.”
In return Mac massaged against Applejack’s teats, which were quite swollen due to her pregnant condition, smushing them about. As he did so, he groaned almost as loud as Rainbow’s screaming had been before it was muffled, and blew a load into Rainbow’s cunt, even if Applejack had been the one to make him go over. He packed his seed deep into her womb not ceasing his thrusting before her belly was swollen.
Once he did withdraw, his cum flooded back through her sensitive tunnel, burning at the cuts even more as he forced his way into her asshole, immediately beginning to thrust there as well, shoving in with no wait time.
Applejack felt a renewed scream shivering up through her pussy and moaned as she creamed herself as well, flooding Rainbow’s muzzle with cunt honey and pushing the blue muzzle into her cunt to feel Rainbow gag.
“Holy apples this is hot,” Applejack admitted, “Not sure if it’s the killin’ Rainbow or makin’ out with you, big brother.”
“Eyup,” Mac barely got out before leaning forward again.
At first Applejack expected another kiss, but he kept leaning down, pushing her back onto her rump a bit further, moving her off Dash’s face so he could reach his sister’s drenched cunt with his tongue. She spread her legs without hesitation, holding his head with her front hooves as his wide tongue lapped at her pregnant pussy, pushing in and seemed determined to get his tongue against every little nook and curve that he could.
Rainbow wasn’t muffled anymore, and her sobbing really was delicious. Applejack rationalized with herself that it was normal to enjoy this, and murdering a murderer didn’t count. Of course she didn’t know that Rainbow had never actually killed anypony, and that she was tormenting a completely innocent and loyal friend.
Mac blew a second load into Rainbow’s unknowingly innocent asshole, continuing to pack her with his spunk, which stung against the cuts inside her just as the cum in her pussy still was. In the process he moaned loudly, and sent vibrations through Applejack in the process that made her squeal with incestuous delight.
“Fuck me,” panted Applejack to Mac as he pulled his head up.
“You sure?” Big Mac clearly wanted it, but this would be different than anything they’d done. Sure Rainbow got them drunk enough to fuck once, though they probably didn’t get the full pleasure of their incest like that, and used a condom atop that. Now though, Applejack wanted to do it of her own sober will.
“Now!” Applejack replied, wanting him to get on with it before she had time to think about it enough to change her mind.
He pushed her fully onto her back, his balls smacking Rainbow’s face as he moved into position over his sister, giving her one more sweet kiss before pushing his tip against her sopping wet slit. A slab of cock meat like his was not something she should be taking at this point in her pregnancy, but that was kind of the point. She wanted Mac to fuck it out of her.
Mac groaned as he felt her tunnel squeeze and milk at his shaft, coaxing him further. He had the same idea Applejack had, and nailed his tip heavily against her cervix, shut tightly to protect her fetus, but not prepared to take the bucking power of the apple farmer. it popped open, and he felt himself push into her fluid-filled womb, fetus juice drooling over his cock and out her cunt to splatter on Rainbow's face.
Applejack’s body contracted when her womb was suddenly opened, enough that she screamed from the jolt of pain. As he pushed further and slammed against the fetus’s head with his cock tip, the jolts of pain continued, her body going into labor early from the stress. She wasn’t sure if Mac took her scream for one of pleasure or if he was too far into it to notice or care.
In reality, he was actively enjoying her sudden writhing. Knowing what pain she must be in, he rammed his hips harder, smacking the fetus repeatedly, knocking it around her womb as it slowly drained around his shaft. He felt it thrash blindly as he beat it to death, and hoped that it was whole enough to feel the pain. He groaned more loudly, savoring the agony of the one he loved most.
Rainbow appeared to be momentarily forgotten. She pulled her head away from the sibling sex and looked about the forest. They were deep inside the Everfree, and Rainbow couldn’t outrun anyone new even if her legs were all fine. There was no escape without having her wings.
She was forced to simply await her death, but there was no reason she shouldn’t at least get an eye-full of incest, so she managed to drag herself to a position where she had a good view of Applejack’s pussy clenched against Mac’s throbbing member. She was in too much pain to masturbate to it, but it felt like a waste not to watch since it was there in front of her.
Mac had Applejack pinned to the ground, holding her front legs outward with his own, as her hind legs kicked on either side of his hips as they rammed into her upturned fuck hole. Applejack herself was now crying, but somehow it turned her on at the same time, especially when Mac licked tears from her face.
“Yeah fuck that bitch out,” moaned Applejack, “Then soon as ah’m able you can plant one in its place. Ah don’t give a fuck what ponies will think.”
“Eyup!” Mac said more enthusiastically than ever.
It was then that Mac had a stroke of unbelievable luck as his shaft pinned the fetus against the back wall of Applejack’s womb, pinning it perfectly so that the fragile unborn filly’s body pushed open and he pushed inside her partially developed fuck tunnel. The fleshy form felt pliable even as he pushed through it, going through her in a single stroke and slamming his tip into the back of Applejack’s womb again.
Once fully impaled cunt-to-muzzle, his flare seemed to keep it from coming back off. Instead he forced his hips back, yanking the fuck-nugget and forcing her tunnel wide in the process. She screamed, struggling beneath him every bit as much as Rainbow had been.
“Ah fuck, get that thang out!” screamed Applejack.
He knew expelling the brat so quickly must be excruciating, but he made it more so. Rather than just yanking it free, he yanked it partway out and then rammed back in, bucking his hips hard and raping his sister with her own fetus.
“EeNope,” he replied simply, and pinned her more firmly, grinning as he watched the pain in his sister’s sobbing eyes.
“Yer rapin’ me bro,” Applejack was barely able to grunt. She was also unable to get enough traction with her legs to kick him off, and atop that was in more pain than she thought possible as he reamed her rape-baby in and out.
“EeYep,” Mac agreed, and didn’t even hesitate as he continued. This was his sister after all, she’d be mad at him for a bit, but she’d get over it, and it certainly wouldn’t stop her from letting him impregnate her later.
And Applejack knew that was true herself, and she’d probably look back on this and think it was tremendously hot, so she just squealed and squalled as he finished.
When he did go off, the cum poured back out of her pussy immediately as loose as she had been stretched, but he finally yanked his shaft out. He was left breathing heavily with a cum-soaked unifetus-corpse on his cock.
As he unpinned Applejack, she didn’t react with anger, instead just panted, “Ah want her to feel pain like that.” It might very well be worth it just to know exactly how Rainbow felt.
Rainbow had seen Applejack’s screaming fit and wasn’t keen on getting that done to her in reverse, but she couldn’t really resist either. So she just clenched her teeth as Mac pinned her again. Applejack dragged herself over to help hold her steady, or just to feel her writhe. He popped his tip into her well used cunt easily, but then rammed forward, her lips stretched suddenly wide as he forced the dead fetus on his cock into her, the pegaslut once again crying out.
Mac waited for his flare to spread a bit again before pushing deep, so the fuck meat would stay put, but then began to fuck her violently, stuffing it all the way through her system, right through her cervix and into her womb, then pulling it fully back out. Enough pain stabbed through her that Rainbow almost forgot her legs and wings were broken, her hind legs twitching and front legs pushing pointlessly at Big Mac’s chest.
“It’s not fair!” sobbed Rainbow, “I should be a Wonderbolt still! I should be on my way to being captain! It’s not fair!”
“Death plenty scary fer ya, hm?” Applejack grinned. When Rainbow nodded she grinned, “Good.”
Applejack peered into Rainbow’s eyes, licking her face between Rainbow’s screams, giving her a mocking kiss from time to time to taste her own cunt juice still on her lips. Meanwhile Mac went to town on her, and after having gotten off so much, it was taking him a long time to get off again.
It was nearly an hour before he finally neared his peak, though Rainbow at this point was just a slobbering slab of torment, tears flowing from her empty looking eyes, staring into the sky as her whole body shivered violently. Mac screamed as he filled her up, though most of the cum flowed out around his dick just as it had with Applejack. He pushed himself deeply again, and waiting for his flare to go down before pulling free, leaving Applejack’s dead rape-baby inside Rainbow to make it her dead rape-baby.
“Ah guess she’s the youngest pony ever to not die a virgin,” commented Applejack, and the two of them laughed loudly.
However all their racket had finally drawn attention, and Applejack and Mac looked up to see a manticore approaching them slowly as if preparing to pounce, though it paused when it noticed they saw it.
“Oh horse apples,” grunted Applejack, but then chuckled, “Hay there’s only one, so just tote me off and it’ll take the easy meal.”
Big Mac quickly did so, draping Applejack over his back and turning to walk away slowly, not wanting to set off the monster’s predatory instinct by running.
“Have fun bein’ turned into manticore shit!” called Applejack as she saw the creature approaching her almost-corpse and sniffing about, but then added more quietly, “Dagnabit, ah had so much fun that ah forgot to question her.”
Big Mac looked about, not seeing other predators, so lingered there for a bit, far enough that he could easily flee if it rushed him, but closer enough for them to watch Rainbow’s final fate.
Rainbow had managed to come back to her senses enough to lift her head up, but did so just in time to see the thing towering over her. She wasn’t capable of screaming, not that it’d do any good. She just went limp and waited to die.
However, the monster smelled sex all over her, and he wanted some too. He grasped his front claws around her, leaning back on his haunches to reveal a wicked looking barbed shaft, which was quickly erect as he rubbed it against her bloody body.
He pushed into her pussy at first, and pushed to the back of her womb, but found it too loose, so pulled back and invaded her tighter ass instead. Rainbow jerked at the renewed pain, wondering why it still hurt.
Fortunately for Rainbow, he wasn’t going to wait to cum before he started his meal. Unfortunately for her, he didn’t start with her head, instead tearing off one of her front legs first, bone crunching between powerful teeth as he yanked it away, then slowly crunched it into pulp, swallowing bone and all. He follow by the other front leg, taking more time for this one to drag out her suffering; beasts had no shame of pleasure through violence after all.
All the time he rammed into her ass, having to force his way up into her intestines and then into her gut to get fully inside, her body bloating once again with his girth. She gagged with each stroke, the pain seeming to build instead of going away.
“KILL ME!” Rainbow used her last bit of energy to shout it, not that he understood, though the noise was annoying enough to him.
She saw the inside of his maw as he pulled his muzzle around her head, bits of her own bones and flesh stuck between his teeth. She felt his teeth press against either side of her head, and breathed a sigh of relief just before he bit down.
Her skull gave with a sickening crack and brains splattered out into his mouth, as he chewed up her head, the innocent pony's life finally taken. He didn’t stop fucking her, but neither did he cease eating her, working down her torso, eating her cummy guts out like she was a soup bowl, clenching her bottom hard to keep her guts from falling out through her gaping cunt.
He got off just as his cock tip poked out of the soup as he no longer had enough corpse to fully fuck, but leaned down to wrap his lips around his own tip, slurping against it and letting his own bliss splatter into his mouth. He swallowed it down, then continued to eat Rainbow off of his shaft as if she were cotton candy on his stick.
It wasn’t quite as much fun now that Rainbow wasn’t suffering, so Mac and Applejack went back towards home, leaving Rainbow to be consumed. Rainbow would be a steaming pile of manticore shit within a day.
It shouldn’t be too hard to convince the authorities that she was temporarily insane due to finding her little sister like that, but not permanently so since she wasn’t having the occasional episodes ‘those’ ponies did. At least she hoped she wasn’t going to. Pony bodies were good at healing, and as soon as hers was in good enough shape, she fully intended to have Mac fuck a new one into her.
When they got home though, they found the Applebloom box still there, but there was also Granny Smith. She wasn’t quite all there though, as she was crumpled on the ground in a fetal position. Mac tapped her with a hoof and yep, she was dead. She probably had a heart attack when she found the box. They probably should have thought to put it somewhere else.
“Oops,” Applejack chuckled nervously.
Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank
Oviduct was so hyped from her success that she didn’t want to wait. Fluttershy may not have even been caught yet by the time she had taken care of Applejack and Twilight.
While the most obvious thing might have been to just swarm them too, Oviduct wanted her success over Twilight in particular to be her victory alone. As the changelings now had a gate system running through Equestria for easier movement, sending them home was no problem.
Starting late at night, the first stop was actually Twilight’s castle. Given all that had happened in the last year or so, she had finally gotten enough of a clue to have actual guards at the palace, but it was easy enough to get inside. She just took Trixie’s form, who Kevin had told her visited the castle regularly to get her lick on with Twilight’s student. The guard’s didn’t even question her; they just smirked knowingly and opened the front gate for her.
Normally she might have been tempted to stop by Starlight’s room to do just that, but wanted to focus on the task at hoof. She changed into Spike’s form, then told the guard’s at Twilight’s bedroom door that he had a bad dream and wanted to sleep in Twilight’s bed because of it. They rolled their eyes and let him in.
Oviduct-Spike crawled into the bed with Twilight, finding her laying on her back, sleeping soundly. First she cast a sleep spell to make sure she stayed under, then left a note on Twilight’s dresser that Applejack had asked that Twilight come to her house as soon as she awoke, and that she needed to discuss something privately with her and Spike.
Then, it was time to plant the psychological time bomb. The techniques they had developed for altering the minds of ponies had come far since the filly guide meet that first tested it. She was able to etch into Twilight’s mind a trigger so that when she arrived at Applejack’s house, she would perceive whoever was there as being responsible for the deaths of her friends, including Spike if he indeed came along. Then when the spell wore off, she’d realize who she had actually killed, but not entirely why she killed them. Using this new technique, Twilight wouldn’t just think she killed Applejack and Spike, she really would kill them.
Oviduct checked Twilight’s schedule to make sure she was going to awaken at her normal time, then slipped out and headed towards Applejack’s home. She wasn’t entirely confident of her abilities after having not been able to study so much in recent months, so she’d go ahead and have Applejack kill Big Mac too; that way even if Twilight screwed up, she’d at least still get Applejack locked away.
The farm didn’t have guards, of course, actually seeming a bit run down compared to its previous state. Either way, Oviduct didn’t expect to be seen by anyone while here, so just for the thrill of it, she took Applebloom’s form. Watching Applejack murder Mac as their dead little sister just seemed right somehow.
This was however where Oviduct started to remember a few things she had forgotten during her captivity. Mainly, she didn’t just find Applejack in the room, and it didn’t look like just Applejack’s room. It was clearly being shared between Applejack and Big Mac now, who were both in the bed, Applejack on her side and Big Mac spooning her from behind.
Oviduct moved the covers back slowly, and smirked as she found that they had fallen asleep with Big Mac’s shaft stiff and half-way inside Applejack’s asshole. Not only that, bug Applejack’s belly was swollen, clearly ready to pop out a freshly-minted pony any day. No doubt they weren’t even hiding the fact that they were banging anymore, or the fact that it was an incest-foal.
Of course this changed little of what her plan needed to be. She could still mind-fuck Applejack so she murdered Big Mac. It did, however, change what she wanted her plan to be. Given that Oviduct was responsible for their incestuous relationship, it felt like Applejack’s fetus should be hers to personally murder, rather than just letting it die when Twilight killed Applejack. She had given herself plenty of time to spare, so why not have some fun herself rather than letting them do it all? It had been too long since she had been able to look into the eyes of a pony and see that special look they had when they felt betrayed by one they trusted most.
She cast a deep sleeping spell on Big Mac, then slowly tugged him out of the bed with her magic, his cock sliding free from Applejack’s behind with a lewd slurp. She opened their closet and simply deposited the sleeping stallion inside, barely able to fit. She then took Big Mac’s form herself, cock surging stiffly as soon as it formed, hungry to scrape her womb clean.
Oviduct, now ‘Big Mac’, slipped up behind Applejack, spooning her as the real one had and tugging the cover back up onto them. Applejack squirmed slightly, making Mac shiver as his shaft was pressed between her soft plot and his belly. He rolled his hips to pull his shaft downward, pushing his tip to her tailhole, pushing into them already loosened hole, pushing deeper than he had been as he slept, and then slowly began to thrust in and out.
Her ass seemed to roll up and down his length as Applejack woke up and squirmed a bit more, pressing her bottom back against who she believed was her brother.
“Again?” Applejack chuckled a bit, “Shouldn’t you be savin’ up yer loads fer the party tomorrow night? Pretty sure ah convinced Twilight to show up this time; you’ll wanna have a big load to plow into a pussy you ain’t had before.”
Big Mac was caught off guard by that for sure, “You sure ya don’t mind?”
“Aw come on, brother,” chuckled Applejack, “Don’t be silly, ya know ah love to watch you plow other mares, and it’s not like you can take a dip in my honey pot til after our little one is here.”
Now Big Mac was curious, even slowing his strokes into her posterior, “What’s yer favorite mares to see me plowin’?”
“Well aren’t ya the talkative one tonight?” Applejack laughed, “Well ah love how Fluttershy squeaks, never known a pony that could look and sound that innocent while doin’ somethin’ that lewd. And that time Starlight and Trixie showed up, just cause it was hot to see those dykes make an exception to their carpet-lickin’ to get a feel of mah brother’s cock stretchin’ out their honey pots. I’m really eager to see Twilight too, ah suspect she might be one of those bookworms that are secretly a beast in the sack.” She chuckled again, “Twilight asked me if she’d get to see me and you go at it, apparently she’s curious to see some related bellies slappin’, for ‘science’ no doubt. We should invite her over once ah’m fuckable again to watch you knock me up a second time.”
As Big Mac fished around in Applejack’s mind, how kinky she had become wasn’t the most amusing thing, but that she was clearly doing it as a way to try and forget other horrifying memories, the same way a bum might get drugged out to forget their troubles. She wondered how many other ponies were ignoring their psychological problems in a similar fashion since the changeling raids began. Either way, it would be nice to shatter their little group’s security with the brutal murder or insanity of several regulars of their little get-togethers. Her only regret was that she didn’t get to do it AT the event.
“Oh fucks, I can’t believe ah forgot to tell ya,” Applejack continued when he went quiet, “Twilight said she’s in season, and ain’t opposed to lettin’ you plant a foal in that purple princess pussy. Don’t see why not, she kin afford to raise one on her own so won’t be no skin off our backs.”
As much as Mac wanted to continue to listen to how juicy life had become, she couldn’t wait to bring all of their new found happiness to an end. The next item on her to-do list was to scrape that fetus out of AJ’s slut womb, and from their little conversation, he knew just how to make it believable.
“Thing is,” Mac said, slowly pulling his shaft free from his sister’s clenching ass again, “Not sure ah really want a foal.”
“What you talkin’ about?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “When we found out it was a filly, you went on and on about how ya looked forward to feelin’ our daughter’s underage cunt soon as you’d fit.”
“Well, she ain’t ever gonna be more underage than she is now,” Mac commented, moving a hoof about Applejack, slowly rolling her to her back and feeling his hoof over her belly. “Maybe ah could make it fit.”
“Oh stop it,” Applejack rolled her eyes, clearly not taking him seriously, not resisting when he moved her, then changing the subject slightly, “Maybe our second one’ll be a colt. Not a tight fit ah know, but ah’m sure he’d look cute plowin’ his little dick into the hole he got spit from.”
“Well technically, it’d be our third,” said Mac, “And ah sure did enjoy the murder-by-cock of yer first one.”
“Mac!” Applejack’s voice became serious, “We promised to never talk about that!”
“Well sure we did,” Mac said, moving himself above her, his hind legs between her own, spreading them out slightly, his fore hooves propped on either side of her head and his belly pressed against her swollen gut, the flesh-vat where their little one was getting the final touches. “But well... it’s just so on topic right now.”
“Big Mac...” The first hint of fear and warning crept into Applejack’s voice.
“Fact is, sis,” lied Big Mac, “Ah already fucked Twilight, we’ve got really close in fact.” Big Mac slid his shaft into position, nestling his thick tip against her pregnant pussy, and then sliding forward just enough to pop his tip inside her.
“What... what you mean?” Applejack said, then jerked when he popped inside, “Hay now!”
“Ah already knew she wanted my foal in her purple princess pussy,” smirked Mac, “Cause she told me herself, but there was a condition. You see, she don’t wanna share my fertile seed with another womb, family or otherwise.”
Mac pushed his throbbing erection deeper, her pussy delightfully tight from its lack of recent use. He moved in until his tip smacked against her cervix with very clear intent. Applejack pushed at him, but predictable found she wasn’t able to budge her stronger brother. While Oviduct wasn’t actually as strong as Big Mac, it was easy enough to sap Applejack’s strength until the power gap was what it should be.
“Hay, HAY!” Applejack shouted now, “Back it off Big Mac, before I back you off!”
“Oh Applejack, you know yer not even a fraction of mah strength,” Big Mac smiled down at her.
Real fear began to wash over Applejack’s face; she knew she was no match physically for her brother. Though motherly instinct also seemed to come into play, the mare suddenly seeming twice as strong as she heaved to push him off of her, drawing back her hind legs to kick at him as hard as she could. It was not use though; even then he was still too strong, and her hooves just glanced off his hips, unable to get traction enough to give him a proper buck.
Big Mac drew his hips back and slammed forward, colliding with the protective door to her womb, doing it slowly but steadily, each strike of his battering ram feeling as if it was closer to forcing its way through, and each strike brought new panic, Applejack now hyperventilating, her heart booming in her chest.
“Ah’m yer sister!” Applejack resorted to bargaining next, “Come on Mac, we’ve wanted this since we were foals, and finally we acted on it! Mac don’t take this from me... from us... please brother... I love you... I don’t want to lose the part of you that’s growin’ inside me.”
Tears were coming to her eyes now; wonderful, delicious tears. Big Mac couldn’t stop himself from licking from check to brow to taste them, and loved seeing Applejack’s eyes widen when she realized what he just did.
“Why should ah start a family with some dumb hick and live on this dirt heap fer the rest of my life,” Big Mac almost shouted in return, “When ah kin be a bona fide prince! The fuck parties ah’ll get to go to with her will let me ram my cock into Celestia and Luna themselves! You think ah’m gonna choose yer dumb ass over the chance at not one but two goddess cunts?”
He shoved his hips again, finally feeling it give, but he paused there with his blunt tip pushed half-way through it, still plugging up the life-supporting fluid within, but ready to bust it open and empty it out at a mere flick of his hips. He savored the abject terror in her eyes as she clearly fully realized this as well.
“M-Mac,” Applejack was sobbing so beautifully now, “T-they’ll never let you be a prince! When you do this... only place you’ll go is to tha psyche ward with all the other nuts!” And there it was, that expression that only the utter betrayal of the one most trusted could bring.
Big Mac laughed, “Little sis, you think a princess can’t pull strings?”
“Ah’ll tell though!” Applejack shouted, “Ya can’t keep me from it!”
“Ah kin keep you from tellin’ anythang to anyone ever again, little sis,” Big Mac glared daggers at her, “By the time Twilight gets here tomorrow morning to help clean up, you’ll be a lot less warm than you are now, and after ah impregnate her royal cunt atop yer corpse, it’ll be into the wood chipper with ya. Won’t be anythang left big enough to matter.”
Applejack stared up at him, mouth agape, unable to think of anything else to say but, “Please... I love you...”
“Well Ah. Hate. You,” said Big Mac, pushing his shaft forward with each word, shaft finally awash in warm embryonic fluid. He pushed all the way in, feeling the fetus bounce against his cock before his tip smacked the back of her womb, then began to hammer his hips, each thrust tearing at that barrier more, more and more of the precious sustainment leaking out around his shaft, drooling down his balls onto the bed, and making the sound of his body slapping hers all the more loud and lewd.
Applejack shrieked, kicking her legs wildly, desperate to do something, anything, that might give her daughter a chance. She had been so close, so close to having a family, to having true happiness after so much anguish, and now it was being torn down and replaced by a nightmare. And the one she had always thought would protect her was doing it.
“Ah’ve hated you fer a while,” Big Mac continued as he continued rapid strokes, shivering at the glancing blows of the fetus against his shaft, more contact the more fluid was lost, “You think yer in charge, that this is your farm, and that our family has to live like you want, in this dirt pit, when we could be so much more. Only reason ah put up with you at all is cause yer a cock-worshiping slut that can’t get enough of her brother’s fuck stick. Well now yer gettin’ plenty of it! Enjoy it cause it’s the last dick you’ll ever feel inside you!”
Applejack’s body was starting to contract, her body instinctively attempting to expel her little bundle of joy immediately. Big Mac rolled his eyes back and shivered at how her contractions felt rippling up and down his shaft.
“That’s right, give birth to the little fuck,” groaned Big Mac, “Her life will be just long enough for her to die screaming on my throbbing cock!” Mac was forgetting to use the accent now in his excitement, but Applejack was too far broken to even notice. “Maybe I can... lubricate her ... way out a bit... oh fuck yes!”
Big Mac’s cock surged with white goo. He pushed his tip snug against the warm body of his daughter, then blasted it with white, replacing its natural fluid with his own. He shook violently, giving several more thrusts before yanking his shaft free.
Thanks to Oviduct’s magic, the process took much less time than labor generally did, and the bulge of the infant moved down her body, her legs splaying out further. The terrified mother was trying desperately not to push, as if that would somehow increase the little one’s chance of survival, and shook her head helplessly, watching fears she had never even considered coming true.
The infant splurted out in a wash of cum with swirls of red mixed in, and Big Mac caught it, rubbing much of the cum off and holding it up for Applejack to get a good look at the tiny filly before its life was extinguished. It was an adorable little filly, a dark orange coat and blond hair like her mother’s. She took her first breath and squalled in protest at her emergence.
“Oh yea, definitely big enough to fit my dick inside,” Mac groaned, “Want to name her before she dies screaming?”
Applejack flew into a frenzy, grabbing for the infant with her own forelegs, screaming like a banshee as she tried to pull it from Big Mac’s grasp. Just for fun, he let her pull it away, knowing she wouldn’t get far. She tried her best though, tumbling from the blood and cum soaked bed and practically dragging herself across the floor towards the door. Big Mac simply had to step in front of her and close the door.
“Now little sister, let her Daddy hold her too,” Big Mac grinned down at her wickedly.
Applejack shook her head, frantically sobbing as she held the crying infant close to her chest, cord still attaching the life she created to herself. She curled up around it, shielding and screaming, “Help me! Help me he’s killing my baby! HELP!”
Big Mac laughed, “Oh come on sis, you know there ain’t no one else on the farm since Granny finally keeled over. The best you can do is make her life a few minutes longer... though to be fair, I suppose that’s two or three times what it’d be if I still had her.”
Finally he slammed a hoof down against her head, which in turn slammed against the floor with a crack, her grip loosening just enough for him to easily tug the little one away. He kicked her in the face, sending her to land on her back on the floor, where he pinned her, sitting on his haunches on her chest, pinning her front legs painfully against her, her hind legs kicking helplessly behind him.
Finally it was time for the whole reason he wanted to do this. He put she writhing bundle of life against his shaft, pushing his shaft against her tiny slit. He slipped off several times, before he managed, with a bit of stealth magic, to part those tiny freshly-minted cunt lips. He held the girl up so that Applejack could watch her daughter’s immature anatomy stretching against his tip, then finally pop over it, allowing him to sink inside.
Applejack wanted to look away, but couldn’t, even as the newborn’s screams went from simple crying to wails of torment as pains stabbed upwards through her body. She watched her stretch over her dear brother’s shaft, blood drooling down his length as he forced it further. The little filly didn’t even know how to live yet, but she was already learning how to die screaming.
“Told you I’d fit,” said Mac triumphantly, speaking when their daughter took a breath so Applejack could hear.
“Mah hatred for you will never die!” Applejack snarled, “Ah swear ah’ll be waitin’ fer you in HELL! You’ll pay fer this even if ah have to burn to do it!”
Big Mac just laughed, leaning her down so that Applejack could look i8nto the foal’s piercing green eyes, letting her see all the pain etched on such an innocent face. He pushed hard, tiny body bloating out, fragile pelvis cracking audibly to accommodate the massive adult girth. He didn’t bottom out at her cervix so much as his cock ripped her entire cunt-hole apart, tearing down the side and crushing her immature womb to one side as he pierced right up into her gut.
“Now don’t be a poor sport, sis,” Mac groaned, speaking between bucks of his hips as he went deeper still, the infants body bloating grotesquely with the shape of his shaft as if he were stretching it around his cock as a condom, so tight that one could see the ridges of his cock through her flesh as they moved in and out. “I mean you can’t tell me Twilight isn’t better than you. If you were in my place, you’d make the same decision. Out with the worthless and in with the royal.”
The foal squeaked with each thrust now as every time she tried to breath in to scream, Mac’s cock slammed the air back out of her. He felt the thump of her tiny heart against his pulsing shaft, having so recently started beating, and now just seconds before it would cease forever.
He bucked his hips several more times, finally ending a life that had only known torment. Her heart popped as it was crushed, her neck swelling and her mouth pushed horrifyingly wide to allow his tip to emerge, covered in blood and baby guts.
“Yes... gonna cum so hard...” panted Big Mac, “The last time you’ll ever feel my cum on your worthless body, pumped right through this very DEAD filly.”
He arched his back and groaned, cum shooting straight up from the filly’s muzzle, raining back down upon her body, coating her yet again wish seed. He then leaned his cock forward, Applejack able to see the infant’s corpse pulse outward as his cum shot through it and onto her, raining down on her face and chest.
Finally done, Big Mac rose up, no longer pinning her down. He pulled the torn flesh-condom from his shaft, allowing it to splat wetly onto Applejack’s belly, right on the breasts that it should have been peacefully nursing right now.
Applejack wailed in despair, taking hold of the drenched corpse, curling up again around it, hugging the mass of dead flesh against her once again. It was delicious to see, and even better, she would now want to kill Twilight every bit as much as Twilight would think she wanted to kill Applejack. And of course... Big Mac.
Oviduct cast a sleep spell upon Applejack, allowing her to drift into unconsciousness. Returning to Applebloom’s form, she opened the closet door with her magic, dragging the real Big Mac back to the cum and blood covered bed. She lay him out on it, stretching out each leg towards one of the bed posts.
She was going to use strips of blankets to tie him up, but her eyes caught a glimpse of something in the closet, and grinned as she pulled it closer to see. It seemed these two already had a habit of tying Big Mac to the bed, because they had thick leather binds that were sized perfectly for his thick hooves. She grinned as she used those instead, securely fastening him. It looked like it would hold him too. While Big Mac was powerful, he needed to pull his limbs in to kick with them, so with them held stretched out he couldn’t do a whole lot.
Hm... should still be enough time to fuck with him a bit, figuratively and literally. But first...
Applebloom dug through the closet until she found a baseball bat, which she casually walked over to Big Mac with and beat him over the head with. He didn’t so much as grunt, still magically unconscious. Once his face was good and bruised, one eye swollen, she tossed the bloody bat onto the floor near the doorway. She’d need to do that for later.
She cast a spell on Big Mac to eliminate the pain in his head, healing him inside but leaving his outside looking battered, then removed the sleep spell from him. He didn’t wake up immediately since he had been asleep, as was just beaten over the head, but that was fine too.
As Applebloom, she crawled up onto her ‘big brother’, spreading her legs and straddling him like a proper filly cowgirl slut. She leaned forward, leaning against his chest as she rolled her hips against him, her filly slit drooling warmth over his shaft, slowly coating it in cunt honey as she slid her hot little cunt against his shaft.
Big Mac grunted as he batted his eyes open, then jerked awake when he realized that he was restrained. He started to protest, but then his muzzle just hung open as he stared at Applebloom grinding herself against his shaft.
Her small body couldn’t reach to kiss and grind simultaneously, so she moved up to push her lips against his for a moment, pushing her tongue into a kiss. He returned the kiss despite the confusion in his eyes, lapping out Applebloom’s maw. She then slowly slid back down his body, leaving a trail of wetness down his chest and then nestling herself against his tip, the hood of her tight pussy just barely gripping at his tip.
“What’s wrong big brother?” asked Applebloom, “Haven’t ya always wanted to be balls deep in mah underage slit?”
“Eyup,” said Big Mac breathlessly. He closed and opened his eyes several times as if trying to decide if he was dreaming. He didn’t ever remember pussy ever feeling that good in a dream though. Applebloom’s delicious little cake was pressed hotly against his tip, his shaft glistening with the filly juice she’d coated it in.
“Well ya missed yer chance before,” winked Applebloom, “Ah don’t think ya wanna miss it again.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac’s voice squeaked uncharacteristically, as if he was having trouble breathing. “Mah eye’s swollen.”
“Oh don’t worry ‘bout that,” said Applebloom, “Ya fell down earlier, but you’ll be okay. Besides, ah’m sure you’d rather be concentratin’ everything on what we’re gonna do.”
It was all a game to Applebloom. She more wonderful she made this, the more horrifying the nightmare after would feel. She turned her plot up, pulling his tip upward from his belly, giving her a clear path to thrust his hips, which was just about the only thing he could do at the moment.
“Well?” she asked after Big Mac stared at her a few more seconds as if afraid to move, “Just a twitch to pop mah cherry. Come on now, big brother, ah see that incestuous pedophile in yer eyes, and ah want all of it in mah underage cunt.”
He looked a bit incredulous at her claim to have a cherry with how slutty she was being, but when he pushed his hips upward, he felt the brief stretch of her hymen against his tip before it popped, his thick shaft suddenly surrounded in untouched virgin flesh ready to be plundered. He’d stolen so many glances at Applebloom’s slit, and fantasized so many times about how it’d feel to sink inside. He’d never admit it, but in hindsight the thing that had made him most angry about Applebloom’s death is that he lost the chance to pound her preteen pussy while he could have, even more so now that he’d realized that Applejack would have let him.
He felt her body clench up in protest at the sudden invasion of her passage, but her face showed only pleasure as she moaned, that high-pitched moan that only a slutty filly with a cunt full of cock could make, yet Applebloom’s sounded more beautiful to him than any of the fillies he’d managed to fuck since Applejack started encouraging him in the habit.
Even as her not-so-innocent virginity gripped his cock further, she rolled her little hips like a pro, taking another fraction of an inch with each thrust. He panted as he felt his tip nestle against her cervix, the fluid from her sopping wet slit drooling down the remainder of his shaft. He expected her to cease there, but instead she pushed herself down harder, bracing herself against his chest, and straining with all her might to push him through with each thrust, something no filly had ever done. Being the polite pedophile that he was, he’d never forced himself on a filly, so had never felt one as deep as he was about to go with Applebloom.
“Really good at...” panted Big Mac.
“Ah been practicin’ just fer you,” panted Applebloom, “Ah wanted to give you a perfect little pussy... come on brother, help me push deeper. Ah want yer whole adult cock even if ah feel it in the back of mah throat... brother... ah’m gonna cream so hard on you when ah feel our bellies slappin’ together.”
Big Mac no longer cared why or how Applebloom was here, his mind was centered on one thing, feeling his little sister’s child-cunt wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. He gave a solid push up, holding it there as her face turned red from effort, trying to push his blunt tip through. When it finally gave though, it was worth every effort and more.
His three favorite fetishes collided: fillies, family, and deep fucking, and he couldn’t hold himself even long enough for her to get him all the way inside. He moaned so loud the windows shook, and Applebloom had to cling to him with all four legs to keep herself from literally being blasted off his cock from the pressure. She squealed as her belly filled and overflowed back down onto his shaft, holding tight until it lessened, then went right back to forcing herself down further.
Big Mac himself was practically squealing like a filly now as Applebloom bounced more rapidly on his shaft, still sensitive from his bust of pleasure. His mind was so flooded with pleasure that his hips just jerked erratically up and down, but the determined little filly continued her effort. Finally adult and child bellies collided, the filly’s plot nestled snugly against his still swollen balls.
Just as she said, Applebloom’s little body exploded in orgasmic bliss, unleashing a symphony of convulsions over Mac’s shaft. She shook uncontrollably, each stroke driving her to further heights until even Oviduct’s brain was flooded with pleasure. Still she took long strokes, pushing herself up and back down, taking long strokes, almost pulling fully off before slamming all the way back down, pushing his veiny shaft through her cervix and to the deepest parts of her womb with each stroke.
“Come on big brother,” Applebloom panted, “Give mah underage cunt another blast of yer incest juice.”
Sure enough, his cock erupted again not two minutes after his first orgasm, Applebloom once again having to cling against him, almost all of it overflowing her already bloated womb this time and pouring down into a puddle of cum on the bed, several inches deep before it slowly started to soak into the mattress.
“Bloom,” panted Big Mac, looking up into her bedroom eyes, “Ah swear... after that ah could die happy.”
Applebloom batted her eyelashes, “Oh big brother... yer death is gonna be anythang but happy.”
Before Big Mac barely had time to be confused at her statement, she lifted her sleeping spell on Applejack. Applejack was awake in an instant, immediately screaming as if continuing the one she had been making as she passed out. She realized Big Mac was no longer in front of her, and looked around frantically.
When her eyes came upon Big Mac tied to the bed and her little should-be-deader-than-dead sister sitting on his cock deep enough to nestle her plot against their brother’s balls.
“Applebloom,” Applejack’s mood couldn’t have been more yanked in two directions at once, “But yer dead... ah saw yer corpse... you were in pieces... am... ah in Heaven?”
“You did? Wow?” Applebloom blinked, “Well I got away a while back, but was lost fer so long they probably thought ah was dead. Maybe they made some other filly up like me and sent her just to mess with you. Goodess ah had... no idea.”
Big Mac, as exhausted and high as he was, could barely grunt in confusion.
“Really?” Applejack had never spoken with more relief and joy in her voice, but it immediately returned to hatred, “Applebloom, our brother did somethin’ horrible.”
“Yeah ah saw,” Applebloom sighed, “Ah’m really sorry about that. Ah came in and saw him standin’ over you, lookin’ like he was about to stomp yer head into the ground... saw that... foal hangin’ outta ya like that... and ah... well ah sorta went a bit nuts. Managed to grab his leg and tilt him over, then grabbed the first thing ah saw and beat him unconscious with it...”
“Um, enope,” said Big Mac plainly.
Applebloom nodded at the bat on the floor, and Applejack followed to look as well. She staggered closer to the bed, seeing that Big Mac’s head did look pretty clobbered, and ignoring his grunts of confusion.
“Then ya tied him up,” sighed Applejack, “It’s fine but... Bloom yer... yer on his...”
Applebloom blushed brightly, “Oh ah... ah’m really sorry. I was sorta... pent up... weird as it sounds... got used to regular sex from the rapin’s, and hadn’t had any in a while so... and well he is mah brother and ah... always sorta had thoughts about it and... you must be really mad at me huh.”
“Um, EEENOPE,” said Big Mac more loudly.
“No,” Applejack shook her head, willing to forgive any oddity if it meant her little sister was still alive.” She took another deep breath, “Applebloom sweetie, he meant to kill me... Twilight is comin’ tomorrow mornin’ and will be expectin’ to... gather mah corpse and... elope with him.” She glared then at Big Mac, “You shut up. Ya lost the right to speak to either of us, far as ah’m concerned.
Applebloom feigned surprise, her eyes widening, “Wow uh... well... you know ah believe you sis. And... well...” She began to pull herself off of his shaft, her sticky rump making a long moist sound as she slid herself off and allowed it to flop back to his chest, still mostly hard. “Whatever you think we should do about it... ah mean if she expects you to be dead... maybe you could get the jump on her?”
Applejack took a few moments to recover from seeing her pull off the cock, the depth seeming impossible given their size difference. And indeed it was impossible; Applebloom had made use of her changeling malleability to accomodate. She shook her head to clear it, then nodded, “I guess we have to... but...” her eyes hardened. “Ah’m... ah’m gonna’ kill our brother, Blooom. Ah’m sorry... ah gotta... after what he did.”
“Ah believe you sis,” Applebloom repeated, “Won’t hold anything ya do to either of ‘em against you, honest.”
“NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!” Big Mac was quite insistent.
Applejack growled, turning and heading to the closet, then returning with a ball gag that was of course shaped like an apple. She pulled it around his head, glaring icy daggers at him even as his confused eyes looked back.
Applebloom backed away from the bed, as if giving Applejack room to ‘work’. “Uh, ah’m gonna get some water.”
“Go on, Bloom,” said Applejack, still staring at Big Mac, “You ain’t gotta watch this if ya don’t wanna.”
Oh this was too perfect. Oviduct got to murder a newborn, ride a huge cock while shrunk to filly-size, and now would get to watch Applejack murder Big Mac, followed by either Applejack or Twilight murdering the other. She expected the fight to last all of ten seconds. If Applejack managed to nail Twilight in the head within that amount of time, she’d win. If she didn’t, Twilight would probably turn her inside out.
Her plan had certainly been altered from its original format. The easiest thing for her to do now was to get the jump on the winner as they were raping their subdued opponent, kill them both, and implant Spike with the memory of doing it. Then her intention was to burn the entire house down, charring the corpses to a crisp and eliminating the chance that she’d miss something in her hurry to correct the plan.
Either way, Applebloom had just realized how very close she had cut it. She expected Twilight to arrive anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour from now, depending on how much her guards threw at her to deal with first thing.
She rushed to the shed outside, filling several gallon jugs with the kerosene they used for their oil lamps. She put them in a wagon and dragged it back to the house. The wagon just barely fit through the front door, and she pulled it towards Applejack’s bedroom, intending to stash them in the closest while AJ was ‘busy’.
Meanwhile, Applejack made her way into her kitchen, pulling the fleshy cord attaching her to her dead foal off as she did so. She found the sharpest knife, but as she was walking back to her room, she paused. She smiled a bit, putting the sharp knife back and instead digging out the dullest blade she could find, as well as a thin wire clamp they would normally use to tie heavy beams together during construction.
She came back into her bedroom, grunting as she saw that Mac was still semi-hard. In his defense, it would take any stallion a while to go soft again if they experienced what Applebloom just did to him. Applejack wasn’t amused either way.
She pulled herself up onto the bed, settling herself atop him cowgirl style, as she had so many times before, and began to grind her hips against his shaft.
“Ya feel that brother?” Applejack glared down at him, “That’s the marehood that not an hour ago held our daughter... and that you fucked her out of...”
Just when it seemed Big Mac’s eyes couldn’t go wider, they did. He began struggling to speak, but was muffled by the gag.
“So ah’m gonna give you one last dip, as little as you deserve it, so that ah kin get you rock hard,” Applejack growled, “Then ah’m gonna cut off yer cock, fuck you up the ass with it, then ram it down yer worthless throat before I gut yer sorry flank. Then when your little whore Twilight gets here expectin’ to get knocked up on mah corpse, I’ll get the jump on her , kick her upside the head until her horn breaks, then gut her from cunt to throat. Looks like it’ll be the two of you goin’ into the wood chipper, not me, but ah sure wish you a happy future with yer purple princess pussy... while you both burn in Hell, ‘Prince Macintosh’.”
Big Mac just stared, looking as if his mind broke at least three times during her speech, each time he thought it couldn’t be more bizarre, he was proven wrong. He shook his head feverishly, screaming against the gag, trying anything he could do to communicate that he had no idea what she was talking about, but her only reaction to his efforts were to grin widely at the terror she saw building in his eyes.
Applebloom rolled her cart in during Applebloom’s speech, tugging her cart to the corner, then turning to get a look at Big Mac’s reaction. She momentarily forgot about the kerosene, watching Applejack, slide his shaft into her torn pussy, and Big Mac try hopelessly not to get hard. Applejack smiled down at him, tracing the blade against his neck so he could anticipate his castration with a dull blade.
Oh that was hot. Applebloom moved to get a better view, sitting up on her haunches, both her hooves pushed down between her hind legs, rubbing firmly at her well-fucked slit even as strings of sperm continued to drool from it. She concentrated on driving Applejack further into her frenzy, but unfortunately for her, she concentrated enough to not hear the approach of someone behind her until she literally felt their breath on her neck. She turned around, breaking contact with Applejack abruptly as her eyes fell on someone she didn’t expect.
Fluttershy picked up the bat from next to the door, a psychotic gleam in her eyes, and slammed it down on Applebloom’s head as hard as she could.
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.
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.
This was written before the most recent canon information was revealed about changelings, however, so don't expect it to comply to that.