Equestria's Finest Hour

“I’m bored,” Spike slammed the door to the lab open to wander in without being told he could, “Can we go and see the dead seaponies wash up on the shore after the next round of balefire attacks? I hear Luna is sponsoring a fuck-a-thon charity drive on the beach where ponies donate per hour for you to fuck irradiated seapony corpses.”

“What’s the charity?” asked Twilight.

“Who cares?” grunted Spike, “We’ll get to fuck radioactive corpses. How often do we get to do that?”

“You are not tricking me into going to see them before I’m ready, Spike,” said Twilight, not that it wasn’t tempting. “Hm... I wonder if I gave the seaponies balefire capabilities if they’d use them on Canterlot...”

“I doubt it’d work,” said Spike, “Celestia would probably do something unfair like put herself into a computer, and that’d just make her harder to kill.”

“You won’t stop me from assassinating them Spike,” warned Twilight, “You treasonous little shit.”
“Oh, I’m the treasonous one,” Spike shrugged and strolled up to see what she was doing. “Only reason I haven’t turned you in is because you promised to let me bang Sunbutt and Moonbutt’s corpses in public if you manage to off them... in other news Fluttershy murdered Roseluck with mutated flower seeds; she thought she was a romantic rival.”

“Really? She’s getting really sensitive; all I did was ass-rape Rose as payment for flowers,” Twilight quirked an eyebrow, then shrugged and went back to work. “I mean how else was I supposed to pay for them when I lost my wallet? Anyway it’s time for these two to have their first fertile fuck.”

As she disconnected Filly-2 from the growth machines, Twilight was already grinding her hips against Colt-2, who had already been disconnected, and enjoying the soft pulse of his shaft splitting her drooling cock port. Whether due to hormones or something else, Colt-2 was impressively endowed, giving Twilight the physical pleasure of an adult cock along with the psychological pleasure of fucking a foal. She definitely planned on keeping him around longer than she had Colt-1.

Colt-2 was making squeaky moans beneath her, sliding his hooves all over Mama’s breasts as he pushed upward into her. He never missed a chance to pound Mama’s cunt, and now that he had reached fertility and could finally fuck a foal into her, it felt even better. Twilight had even promised him that he could fuck their foal as soon as it popped out, which he was really looking forward to.

“Mm, that’s it sweetie,” Twilight moaned down to him, “Make your proud Mama’s pussy pregnant.”

Twilight shivered as a rush of her honey flooded down over his belly, drenching his thighs and balls and leaving a wet spot beneath them. Just as her shaking was hitting its height, he fired off himself, sheathing a rush of his fertile mutated seed into Twilight’s cooch.

“Perfect,” Twilight slid off of Colt-2, simultaneously sliding the magic horn restraint off of Filly-2. “Spike, come over here; I’m going to rape your faggot ass while we watch.”

As soon as Filly-2 realized her horn was freed, Colt-2 lit up with her magic and was yanked from beneath Twilight, sending Twilight falling off the bed, barely catching herself with her own magic before she slammed her head on the floor. Colt-2 squealed in delight as Filly-2 spread her slutty hind legs and shook her plot in his direction, tugging him right into her and scoring a hole-in-one with his cock into her drooling wet snatch.

“Fuck that cunt hard!” Filly-2 demanded, “Or I’ll bite off your dick and fuck the wound to show you how it’s done!”

“I don’t know where she gets that aggression from,” Twilight tsked, shaking her head and floating herself back onto the bed. “But it seems my tweaks to the education protocol has resulted in less retarded speech patterns, so at least that’s something.”

“I can only imagine,” Spike dead-panned, but all the same crawled up onto the bed with Twilight, backing himself into her lap. He didn’t used to be into cocks up his tailhole, but now that it was the only type of fucking he could get, he’d actually started to appreciate it.

Twilight magicked herself a nice thick boner, which extended against Spike’s back, then he looped his tail around it to pull it into place. There was no need for lubrication; after a few dry rapes, Spike had started keeping his ass well-lubed for when Twilight or Colt-2 got the urge. He moaned like a proper little ass bandit and pushed himself down over the shaft, and started slow relaxing pumps as they watched the show. It was a pity in a way; this was barely rape at all.

Colt-2 grasped onto Filly-2’s plot, grasping her tightly and ramming his hips as hard as he could, thrusting with abandon so quickly that his hips were a blur. His own flexing muscles were augmented by Filly-2’s magic, which grasped his behind and pushed him forward even as she shoved her hips back against him. Filly-2 rolled her eyes back, drooling profusely, savoring every thrust. She was arguably even more of a slut than Filly-1 had been, and Twilight had barely even needed to train her at all. It was like she popped out with an insatiable craving for cock.

“I’ve actually just tweaked the dosages this time,” panted Twilight as she lay back, sliding Spike up and down on her throbbing shaft like a toy as she watched, “But with this next generation, I think I should tweak the programming too. If I can hype up the power enough and get something that is under my control, maybe it can take out Celestia and Luna.”

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Spike grunted.

“Shut up and clench my dick harder, fuck nugget,” Twilight smacked Spike on the head with a hoof.

“Well then stop fucking me like a bitch,” Spike snapped back. “I’m not made of glass!”

“Don’t call Mama a bitch!” shrieked Filly-2, as she heard “I’ll rip off your head and fuck your eye socket like I did that stupid owl!” She really was a bit different than the last generation.

Colt-2 shrieked shortly after as he felt his sister’s pussy clench so hard that it cut off circulation as she fired off a shower of filly cream all over him. He had to strain, tensing up all his muscles in an effort to keep his hips moving, body convulsing as his cock tried to fire off and found it too tight to expel his load. When her cunt unclenched, the built-up spunk fired off like a jet and would have physically shot him off her plot if not for her magic holding him steady.

Eyes rolled back and head spinning, Colt-2 gave no resistance as Filly-2 grabbed him by the neck, ripping him out of her only to pin him onto the bed. She floated above him, turning her rump around reverse-cowgirl style before slamming down, impaling her cunt onto his shaft a second time, pussy pulsating in near constant orgasm as she bounced herself violently atop him.

“More cock! More cum!” Filly-2 literally foamed at the muzzle, “Moan for me you fucking mute.”

“You know I have two cocks,” Spike claimed.

Filly-2 stopped suddenly and stared long and hard at Spike.

“I’m going to start fucking you now,” Filly-2 told Spike, “I don’t know when I’ll stop.”

“Mmph,” Twilight chuckled, “I’m fucking him right now dear, and besides Spike doesn’t-“

“Sorry Mama!” Filly-2 said shortly before a metal leg ripped off of the bed behind them and clobbered Twilight in the head.

Twilight was caught off guard, flopping onto the floor only to be beaten repeatedly about the horn and head. It wasn’t easy to cast with her horn being beaten, and it didn’t help when Filly-2 grasped her head in her magic and began slamming it against the cement floor. She didn’t stop until Twilight stopped moving, a puddle of blood pooling around her head.

“Uh, is she dead?” asked Spike with vague concern, looking over the side, unable to tell if Twilight was still breathing from his spot on the bed.

“Nah, Mama is immortal,” assured Filly-2, “She said so!” She floated up to Spike, “If you were lying about having two dicks...”

“Twilight gave me a double so that I’d be even more pent up,” Spike grinned as he explained, patting the lock on his chastity belt. “Of course you’ll have to get this off to see!”

Spike couldn’t have been happier when Filly-2 ripped into the chastity device, but it was a good thing he was a dragon, because her method of removing it was to blast it with a heated horn beam that quite literally melted it off of his body. She stared at his dual shafts as they popped free of the belt and throbbed wantonly, her eyes glassy as if it were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Thick, ridged, and ready to ram in any orifice she wanted.

“Hey I was fucking you!” Colt-2 complained, but the only response he got was for Filly-2 to toss him roughly onto the floor with Twilight.

Spike had a huge grin on his face as he was pinned onto his back, Filly-2 landing atop him and grinding herself against his shafts. With how long it’d been since he had fun, the warmth of soft fuckable holes against him felt better than it ever had. He grasped her hips, feeling over those deliciously underage thighs as she pushed herself down atop him, encompassing his underused cocks in a bath of fleshy convulsions, her tunnels still orgasmic with bliss.

“Holy fuck, best pussy-ass combo I’ve ever had, even better than Pumpkin Cake’s,” Spike panted, though it may have just been how long it’d been since he had tight flesh clenching him. “Twilight is so gonna murder me when she gets up, if she gets up, but it’ll totally be worth it.”

If this was likely to be his last fuck, Spike was determined to get into it, pulling the pint-sized cock-slut close and giving her a deep kiss, pushing his hips in time with her own. His own shafts burst within seconds of such wonderfully wrong holes clenching them, blasting his own seed to join her brother’s in her hot little cunny, and another into her intensely tight asshole. Neither slowed down though, bodies smacking together with violent abandoned, determined to drench her insides with as much as possible before Twilight murdered one or both of them.

Meanwhile Colt-2 poked curiously at Twilight’s head, lifting it a bit and finding her eyes rolled back, blood pouring from her nose and ears, and immediately vomiting another muzzle full all over his belly. He wasn’t sure what that meant, so he just assumed it meant ‘fuck my face’, and that’s exactly what he did. He mounted her head, pushing his slick cock between her lips and holding her unconscious muzzle tightly shut, grinding his cock against her soft tongue.

Twilight blinked awake slowly, at first growling under the assumption that Spike was face-fucking her, but when the scream upon her biting down was higher pitched than she expected, she realized it was Colt-2. She released her grip, only to have him immediately began thrusting again as if nothing had happened, though the cock now tasting metallic with a hint of blood from Twilight’s sharpened teeth.

He was so cute, and she didn’t have the heart to stop him, so she wrapped her tongue about his cock and worked it firmly, jamming a spike of magic up his behind right into his prostate to get him off quickly. She suckled down the flood of sperm that resulted, then left the squealing colt squirming on the floor as she staggered up.

“I am about to make Tartarus afraid of what I do to you, Spike,” Twilight growled darkly.

“Hey, I’m not the one that bashed your head in!” Spike said defensively, “And do you really think I could have stopped this monster from fucking me even if I wanted to?”

“Cock! Cock! Dragon cock! Fuck! Cum!” Filly-2 was getting quite into it, not appearing to have noticed that Twilight had arisen yet.

Spike started to speak again, but arched his back instead, creaming another load deep into the hot little foal snatch and ass. Twilight took the distraction as an opportunity and slipped the magical restraint back onto Filly-2, then backhoofed her squarely in the face, sending her flying across the room.

Filly-2 squeaked in surprise that Mama had actually hit her, despite having just beaten Mama about the head herself. Twilight was on her in an instant, holding her down and slamming her hoof into the brat’s face.

“Don’t. Do. That. Again!” Twilight screamed, her voice echoing as she placed another blow to the little
one’s head with each word.

“Sorry Mama I didn’t know!” Filly-2 was immediately sobbing, “I’m so sorry! Please kill me and eat my soul for being a bad filly!”

Spike watched this with one eyebrow arched, then hopped off the bed, cocks still slapping about in front of him, and headed for the door. Fuck this; he was going to Rarity’s, now that his cock was free.

Unfortunately, the lab door locked just as he was about to open it, and he turned to see Twilight’s eyes glowing green as she glared at him from the other side of the room.

“Aw fuck,” sighed Spike, “This is gonna really hurt, isn’t it?”

Twilight was only stopped when Filly-2 belched rather loudly behind her. That was a little weird, so she turned around to take another look at the filly. To her surprise, the filly had a bit of a gut on her. That was weird, because she definitely didn’t have that when Twilight was wailing on her face just now. The little one wailed like a banshee as her belly visibly grew, appearing to be rushing through her pregnancy even before Twilight got to pumping her with more hormones again.

Twilight felt her own belly to make sure she wasn’t swelling too, but found herself normal, so curiously walked over to where Filly-2 was writhing on the floor. Her horn lit up as she scanned the little filly, watching the silhouette of the foal inside her visibly growing, or at least something was growing inside her. It... didn’t look normal.

The most striking thing was that it was an alicorn which, if Flurry Heart had been any indication, might turn out to be a problem. It quickly became obvious though that it was malformed, one wing significantly larger than the other with a stunted horn. The cruelest deformity was its awful colors, a jet black coat with vivid burgundy mane and tail, like one of those horrible OCs from Rainbow’s Daring Do fanfictions. It even had burgundy fetlocks. It had a misshapen head that looked more the shape a shark would have.

Though that was all made up by a few redeeming factors. Primarily the fact that it appeared to be a hermaphrodite, with not one but two long, ridged shafts, which were bending about with prehensile dexterity. A nice round ballsack was tucked behind them, with a delicious little slit beneath those. The other was the impressive set of teeth and fangs, growing in as Twilight watched.

“Is that one mine?” asked Spike, staring blankly as Twilight’s magic showed them the X-ray interior.

“Maybe I won’t cut off your dicks after all, Spike,” said Twilight, “Oh I can’t let this little bitch die in delivery either if she’s capable of popping out demon alicorns. Herm-1!... gonna fuck it SO HARD.”

“I’d say that is exactly why you should let her die,” Spike countered.

“If I could super-charge this thing and program it to properly obey,” pondered Twilight, “I could have my own little super-assassin. We’d be banging Celestia and Luna’s rotting corpses in no time!”

Or it’ll be banging yours,” Spike commented.

Filly-2 shrieked as her water gave way so violently that it sprayed from her fuck tunnel like a fire hose. Twilight walked closer, leaning down and opening her muzzle to take a few gulps of the delicious fetus-juice before pulling Filly-2’s legs wider.

“Yes rip me open!” Filly-2 moaned, “I want to die screaming for Mama!”

“Sorry dear,” chuckled Twilight, “But I can’t let you die quite yet.”

“Aw...” Filly-2 sniffled, and then groaned as another powerful contraction ripped through her.

It was pushing out of Filly-2 faster than any of the others. It wasn’t just pushing downward, it was actively clawing with its hooves as if trying to rip its way out. Its head ripped free, splitting Filly-2’s little pelvis like a melon to an axe, tunnel prolapsing to the point that it seemed to be turning inside out from the sheer speed of the exit.

The new one shrieked like a changeling on crack rather than crying, dragging itself out onto the bed, then immediately turning around, drooling eagerly and pinning down Filly-2. Its dual shaft throbbed wantonly as she impaled the hole it had emerged from seconds earlier with the top, and her mother’s tight little ass with the lower shaft. Soon she was plowing with raw abandon. On the plus side, its eager fucking rammed the prolapsed pussy back into Filly-2’s body, mostly. It was sort of jerking in and out along with the cock, which made Twilight snicker and Filly-2 wail.

Twilight was going to let the new one go at it for a bit, but when it grabbed Filly-2’s throat and bit down, shaking its head back and forth with clear murderous intent, Twilight decided to intervene. She slipped the magic restraint from Filly-2 and placed it around Herm-1’s horn, then yanked the herm from atop the filly, holding the thrashing creature in mid-air as she quickly stitched Filly-2 back together. She kept the prolapsed pussy as it was, however, wanting to see how she’d deal with that later. She cast a sleep spell on Filly-2 before Filly-2 started to fuck something again, then turned her attention to Herm-1.

Twilight examined it carefully. It was already reaching for Twilight, running in mid-air as it floated, slobbering profusely with pure lust in its eyes, as if all it could think about was finding the nearest living thing and fucking it, possibly to death.

Twilight licked her lips as she looked over those glistening fuck-tools flopping between its legs. She pulled it closer, running her tongue curiously over one, cleaning the fetal fluid from the surface, and feeling both prehensile lengths worm and smack at her face, Herm-1 desperately trying to ram her throat full with them.

“So gonna put that in a cage or something?” asked Spike, “Because I won’t be able to sleep at night with that thing loose in the castle.”

“There is no way this beauty is going anywhere without fucking me first,” Twilight purred.

“What you gonna name it? Colt-3 or Filly-3 doesn’t seem quite right,” Spike said, “How about ‘King-Lord-High-Commander-Darkflame-Steelwings the Magnificent’? It just feels like its name should be really stupid.”

The creature hissed loudly at Spike, looking like it was very close to tearing him a new one, but purred as Twilight ran her tongue over the delicious infant cock flesh once more. Twilight lay herself back on one of the beds and splayed out. She hovered Herm-1 in front of her for several long moments, before dropping it upon the bed freely.

Predictably, Herm-1 was on Twilight in an instant, pushing open her legs and grasping at her belly as it aimed for its grandma’s juicy cunt and tight asshole. It took a few jabs to get its bearings, but eventually pushed into both, growling excitedly at the hot flesh clenching and milking at its shafts. As Twilight still had her futa-dick on as well, the herm slurped its disturbingly long tongue around it, tugging it into her muzzle and slurping loudly.

Herm-1 deep-throated Twilight’s shaft without the slightest hint of a gag reflex, swallowing against the surface as she thrust her head in time with her hips, see-sawing back and forth. She tasted blood on Twilight’s cock though, and wanted more, so bit down suddenly, continuing to bob her head, but dragging her razor fangs across the surface as she did so, literally shredding the pulsating cock flesh into ribbons and nursing the fountain of blood that resulted.

Twilight groaned and rolled her eyes back, letting the little one have at it, enjoying the new experience as agony shot through her body. She cut off blood to her shaft to reduce the flow, though that only made Herm-1 dig in, tearing off chunks until she was down to a stub, then biting down on her balls one at a time, letting them burst within its teeth before nursing on the hole where the meat had once been.

“Perfect little psychotic slut!” groaned Twilight, “Oh you are just what I wanted!”

Twilight’s sensitive holes were getting reamed as well, Herm-1’s rods seeming to puff out with barbs the closer to climax it came, Twilight shivering at the horny flesh dragging across the inside of her cunt and ass. It didn’t take long for her to cream herself, this unexpected treat driving her to new heights of pleasure.

Spike didn’t want to watch once the dick-biting started, so instead dragged the sleeping Filly-2 back over to her brother, who was also watching in fascination. Spike casually flopped Filly-2 onto her back, pushing her legs apart as he pulled himself atop her missionary style. He poked at her prolapse, more than half of the fuck tunnel turned inside out and protruding from her body. He chuckled as he batted it about, but a hole was a hole, so he pushed his shaft against the end of it like he was fucking the urethra of a mutated cock. His other shaft pressed into her tight little asshole shortly after, at which point Spike raised his tail and waggled his ass at Colt-2.

Colt-2 didn’t question an offered hole, and continued to watch Mama and his new sibling as he pulled up atop Spike. His sleek shaft was pushed against the not-so-tight dragon hole, blunt tip slowly forcing the tight pucker open before sinking into the warm glove and beginning to thrust. Soon Spike was bouncing his hips back and forth between them, a trio of underage bodies writhing hotly against one another.

Herm-1 tried to shove its muzzle into Twilight’s cock-wound so that it could rip her gut upwards and feast on her organs, but Twilight stopped it short of that, holding her head steady as its little hips continued to pound. Soon Herm-1 was ramming its first loads of spunk into her, flooding both her womb and posterior with thick sperm.

Twilight realized that the thing had actually grown even while she was fucking it, and was almost the size of its mother already. She pulled it off of her, letting cum rush from her fuck holes and watching Herm-1 struggle to try to get at her again. She hummed a tune as she floated it toward one of the beds.

Twilight dragged the bed into one of the iron cages in the back of the lab this time, and didn’t bother hooking any hormone injectors to this one, as it was clearly already growing out of control. She strapped it down however, and connected the head gear to it. She adjusted the settings so that in addition to basic knowledge, Herm-1 would get instructions injected into its very instinct to murder Celestia and Luna. She even added Cadence for good measure, though less because she needed to and more because she wanted to marry Shining herself.

When she turned back, she saw Colt-2 creaming his load into Spike’s posterior, the pressure against his prostate sending Spike over as well to pump another load into Filly-2. Twilight rolled her eyes, yanking the foals away from Spike to leave him on the floor by himself in a small puddle of various fluids. She cast a sleep spell on Colt-2, then retrieved another horn restraint for Filly-2. Not wanting them to fall apart from exhaustion as Colt-1 had, she tucked them in for the moment, leaving Filly’s prolapse hanging free.

“Gonna lock my dicks up again?” asked Spike, panting.

“No,” Twilight said, giving him a spot of hope, but then picking him up and tossing him into the cage next to Herm-1, locking them both tightly within their cells. “Feel free to fuck Herm-1 through the bars if it gets out of its restraints and doesn’t kill you. I need a power-trip, so I’m going to go pull a cart around until somepony jaywalks in front of me, then beat them to death for it.”

“Yeah, have fun,” sighed Spike.