Equestria's Finest Hour

“Fluttershy, you know that I love you, as I do all my friends,” Rarity said carefully, standing outside Fluttershy’s cottage and calling to her, “But you need to stop trying to murder my little sister. It’s getting to the point of... being a bit tacky.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac said, apparently intending the same for Applebloom.

“But... Twilight!” Fluttershy tried to explain, from behind the door, “Your slutty sisters will steal her away from me!”

“Darling,” Rarity sighed, “I know that Sweetie is an apocalyptic level slut, but that’s exactly why you have nothing to worry about. I don’t think she could fall in love with somepony if she tried, and as for Applebloom, she wants to marry her friends and Mac far more than Twilight. They’re both terrified of Twilight; they always cry when it’s time to leave for ‘Twilight Time’.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac nodded.

“It’s not about them, it’s the attention Twilight gives them.” Fluttershy replied “I don’t care if they love Twilight or not, Twilight does.”

“Look, darling,” Rarity said firmly, “You need to give us our sisters, or Big Mac is going to bust down the door and no amount of Twilight’s magic will fix what we do to you.”

“...Fine,” Fluttershy growled, “But you won’t stop me from killing Scootaloo at least!” She thought that maybe she could bide her time and get the other two later, but she didn’t have enough animal friends home right now to take on Big Mac, so it’d have to wait.

“Why the fuck would we care if you killed Scootaloo?” Rarity asked with a twinge of confusion in her voice.

The door opened swiftly, and Fluttershy literally threw Sweetie and Applebloom at their older siblings. Both fillies had front and hind legs tied, a gag tightly fitted about their heads and rather girthy vibrators buzzing away in both hot little fuck holes. Not bothering to remove any of it, Rarity caught Sweetie in her magic and draped her over her back. Mac did much the same, taking a moment to slurp at Applebloom’s cunt honey that was drooling down her thighs before putting her on his back.

The two fillies struggled, probably wanting to complain that they didn’t want Scootaloo to die either, or to at least take them out of the bondage, but their older siblings carried them off back home regardless.

“Let’s hope she’ll be sated with that insufferable orphan brat,” Rarity said, turning to Mac, “This is the third time we’ve had to stop in the middle of a good fuck to go get our brats.”

Fluttershy growled as they walked off, turning to Scootaloo, who was still bound upon the couch. Scootaloo looked at her with tears in her eyes, though she couldn’t speak with the gag. Fluttershy herself was a bit large-bellied, her pregnancy from Colt-1 coming close to its end. It had gone faster than a pregnancy should, but not as quickly as it would have if she had been pumped full of hormones like the experiments were. All the same, she was near popping.

“I guess I’ll just have to make you suffer three times as much,” said Fluttershy darkly, “Before midnight, you’ll regret even looking at Twilight.”

“Hi Fluttershy!” Twilight blurted out, suddenly teleporting in right behind Fluttershy.

Fluttershy eep-ed and leaped upward, grabbing hold to a rafter and shivering violently.

“Goodness, Twilight!” Fluttershy hyperventilated as she hovered back down to the floor, “You startled me! Um... so. Can we fuck? If that’s okay?” Fluttershy tried to stand between Twilight and Scootaloo as if hoping that Twilight wouldn’t see.

“Oh, I see my fiancée is visiting you,” Twilight smiled, “That’s fine, I was going to go pry her away from her dirty dyke friends anyway.” She looked at Scootaloo, “Come, my dearest love, I have something to show you and this ugly yellow bitch.”

There was a blinding flash, and the three disappeared from the cottage, on their way back to Twilight’s lab. Scootaloo was teleported without her bonds, leaving the ropes, gag, and two moist vibrators on Fluttershy’s couch, still buzzing away for one of the animals to find.

They appeared again in the middle of Twilight’s lab. On the bed next to them, Filly-2 and Colt-2 were at it again in a 69 position. Colt-2 rammed Filly-2’s face, her muzzle forced open so hard that her jaw had popped free and was dangling as her throat was directly fucked. Even as she gagged on his cock, Colt-2 was gagging on Filly-2, slurping her prolapse up into his muzzle and working it with his gums and teeth to give it a painful massage, his tongue invading the hole as he pushed it in and out of Filly-2, fucking her with her own pussy.

In the cages, Spike and Herm-1 had apparently came to enough of an understanding for Herm-1 to have backed up against the bars in between their cells, as Spike held its hips in his claws and pounded it from behind. Spike’s claws were dragging across its flanks and digging in like nails to see a steady flow of blood down its legs, even as his throbbing double dragons invaded its juicy cunt and not-so-tight asshole.

It had grown to over twice Spike’s size at this point, and its own shafts were freakishly large, each of the two slightly longer and girthier than Mac’s, who was the most endowed stallion in Ponyville. What’s more, its prehensile shafts had nasty ridges and barbs, as if designed to make the act as nonconsensual as possible. These two beauties slapped against Herm-1’s belly as it rammed hips back against Spike.

“Oh dear,” Fluttershy’s eyes glistened as she watched Herm-1’s hypnotic cocks flop about. “I... would really like those inside me... if that’s okay. Preferably while you’re also inside of me... very preferably.”

Scootaloo was wide-eyed and staring at the creature as well, though she looked more afraid of the massive male-parts than eager to get split in half by them like Fluttershy.

“We could do that!” nodded Twilight, “But since my dearest love is here, I’d like you to get in some love with her. Maybe she’ll rub off on you and you won’t be such a Me-awful lay.”

“Um, I’d really rather not fuck that bitch,” Fluttershy said, shifty eyes glancing over to Scootaloo, “But I’ll do it if you’d like.”

“Fluttershy doesn’t want to fuck an underage hottie?” Spike chuckled from across the room, “Wow, she must REALLY hate you, Scoot.”

“Oh it won’t be that bad,” assured Twilight, “Let’s start with a bit of foreplay, shall we? A nice little sixty-nine with the two of you?”

“Can you please at least fuck me while we do this?” sighed Fluttershy.

“Shut your whore mouth, Fluttershy,” Twilight said in her kindest voice. “You have better things to be doing with it.”

With that, Twilight picked up Fluttershy in her magic, slamming her down on the floor facing upwards. Fluttershy squeaked as her head hit the cement, rubbing it with both hooves as she watched the little filly she hated most being floated over her. Scootaloo looked into Fluttershy’s hate-filled eyes warily as she was placed atop Fluttershy’s chest.

“Why don’t you nurse these gorgeous breasts, dear?” Twilight suggested, pushing Scootaloo’s face into one of Fluttershy’s milk mounds, which were swollen and leaking due to her pregnant state, “It’ll go to waste if you don’t, since her foal is about to die.”

“Please don’t do that,” whimpered Fluttershy, both in reference to Scootaloo nursing her and the fetus-murder. Fluttershy had wanted her foal to be fully developed and in one piece so she could have it stuffed for her plush pile.

Fluttershy’s request was ignored, her head pushed upward, rubbing her nose against the foal-slut she was staring up at like a dog getting its nose rubbed in its own crap after having an accident. She sputtered with disgust, which was truly uncharacteristic of her; the fact that Fluttershy actually wasn’t enjoying engaging in foalaphilia really said something about her feelings for Scootaloo. Twilight had been previously certain that there wasn’t an underage hole anywhere that Fluttershy wouldn’t ram her tongue into, not on ponies, animals, or monsters.

“I love you,” Twilight whispered to Scootaloo, though her eyes were looking at Fluttershy’s face when she said it, chuckling to herself at how Fluttershy’s expression contorted further in rage.

“I... love you too, sweetie,” Scootaloo said, without an ounce of eagerness, but knew better than to deny the affection of a mad goddess. Of course Scootaloo had figured out long ago that Twilight was just using her to fuck with Fluttershy, but didn’t dare call her out on it to her face.

From Fluttershy’s look of disgust, one might think she was a nun being told to do this, but all the same she pushed her muzzle against Scootaloo’s experienced little hole, parting the lips with her tongue and lapping deeply, pushing her tight little tunnel open. Scootaloo was terrified that Fluttershy was going to bite down or outright start ripping out flesh with her teeth, but it felt nice so far, so she slowly began to grind her hips down against Fluttershy’s face, grinding her soft clit against Fluttershy’s chin and drooling down her muzzle.

Scootaloo actually liked nursing, just like Fluttershy usually liked being nursed; they used to do it plenty before Fluttershy and she were one another’s arch-nemesis. Scootaloo found Fluttershy milkier than ever in her pregnant state, pressing her hooves about the nipple and enjoying the feel of the fluid shifting about. She suckled eagerly, relaxing for a moment as it seemed that Fluttershy might actually be nice during this.

Unfortunately, she didn’t stay nice. Eventually Fluttershy couldn’t stand the sound of Scootaloo moaning in pleasure, so bit down hard on her clit, twisting her head and trying to rip it free. Scootaloo squealed, but Fluttershy found Twilight’s magic grasping her head before she could pull back hard enough to rip it off.

“Bad slut!” Twilight said, “Here, try this hole.”

Fluttershy’s teeth were pried apart, then muzzle pushed against Scootaloo’s anus instead. Fluttershy made a new face of disgust, and then looked sick as she realized that the orphanage didn’t have the best cleaning facilities. Still, she bore it, taking long laps again, pushing her tongue into the tight anal ring, running it around inside as deep as she could do, tugging out what tiny chunks that she could. She smeared it over her gums before pushing into her again.

Scootaloo groaned at the new licking, this being one of the very few sexual acts that the foal had never experienced. She flagged her tail, beginning to grind again. She felt the trickle slowing from the nipple she was on, so moved to the other, nursing more greedily on this one, settling in and beginning to enjoy the treatment again.

The sight of drooling foal-hole wasn’t something Twilight could keep away from, so she slid a hoof beneath Scootaloo and ground it against those soft lips, feeling Scootaloo grind back. It was lovely to see such a young creature enjoy such an adult activity so much. When Twilight took charge, she intended to not just make this acceptable behavior, but to make it law. Parents that didn’t start fucking their foals full-on by the time they were ten would be arrested for child abuse, recess at school would become rape-time, and hooves-on sex education would start in kindergarten. Ponies wouldn’t be required to get consent from underage foals, and soon foalaphilia would be so acceptable that it would be common to see adults raping sobbing foals in public, or foals raping each other! It was going to be so incredibly hot.

Scootaloo came, biting down onto Fluttershy’s nipple in the process. Twilight encouraged this, grasping her teeth with her magic and forcing her jaws tighter, then twisted her head and yanked her back to force her to tear Fluttershy’s nipple right off her body. Scootaloo continued to nurse even then, afraid to do anything else, and was soon nursing a sweet mix of milky blood from the nipple as Fluttershy teared up and ate out the delicious foal butt.

Spike apparently had good timing, because it was about this time that he groaned from behind them and splattered Herm-1‘s insides with delicious dragon sperm. Twilight yanked Spike off of Herm-1 while his cocks were still firing off cum, leaving a trail of it as she tossed him to the opposite side of his cage, the dragon growling as his happy-sticks were yanked free of Herm-1. Herm-1 itself hissed and snarled in Twilight’s direction for taking away her fuck buddy.

“This little thing has been such a disappointment overall,” commented Twilight, “I mean I still have the horn restraint on it for safety, but when I’ve taken it off to test its aptitude... well I’m pretty sure this thing can’t even use telekinesis... It can use cocks though!”

Herm-1 seemed more agreeable though when Twilight opened the door to its cage. The creature rushed out the door, licking its lips as it moved towards the middle of the lab with the others. Its eyes went from one pony to the next as if deciding who to initiate fun-times with. The eyes landed on Fluttershy, specifically Fluttershy’s bloated belly, licking its lips, the thought of fucking out a fetus very much a good idea to the creature.

Twilight liked the idea too, so she dragged Fluttershy onto the floor, and toward Herm-1. She dragged Scootaloo too, however, sliding the orphan onto her back and placing Fluttershy above her, heavily pregnant belly pinning Scootaloo against the floor. Herm-1 was held for a moment, walking in place as if it barely even realized Twilight’s magic was holding it.

“You two are going to make out,” instructed Twilight, “Rub your pussies together, kiss passionately: the works. Scootaloo, you’re going to demean this soon-to-be not pregnant bitch, specifically about you being my love and her not being my anything. Fluttershy... you’re going to agree with her. If you don’t, I will tie you down, run all your favorite animals through a meat grinder in front of you, and then give you to the Crusaders to kill however they wish.”

“You,” Twilight continued, looking at Herm-1, “You’re going to fuck the fetus out of Fluttershy while putting one inside Scootaloo.”

Fluttershy grunted in pure rage, body shaking. Not only was Scootaloo stealing her senpai, but she had cost Fluttershy a new plush toy by having her foal taken. Still, she would do what Twilight said, but it would only be worse for Scootaloo when she finally got her tied down again.

“Pregnant?” Scootaloo had serious reservations as well.

“Don’t worry my love,” Twilight licked Scootaloo’s forehead, “Soon your underage fuck hole will be crafting even more underage fuck holes for us to play with.”

Scootaloo looked up at the burning hatred staring down at her from Fluttershy’s eyes, but began to roll her hips against her all the same. Fluttershy responded, and they began to grind their clits together while moving tails aside for Herm-1 to properly wreck said pussies.

“Oh Celestia, I am so pathetic,” Fluttershy said between clenched teeth, but all the same believed what she was saying, “Beaten by a Celestia-damned foal.” To Fluttershy, foals were just fuck toys. An eleven-year-old filly shouldn’t even have a say in who fucks her, much less be able to woo a princess, yet somehow Fluttershy had been beaten by her. How humiliating.

“You are,” Scootaloo answered, not nearly as sincerely, but unfortunately it hadn’t occurred to Fluttershy that Scootaloo wouldn’t want Twilight. “You’re only good at being beaten and raped; why would anypony want to give you pleasure?”

Lewd banter became a lot more difficult, however, when Twilight released Herm-1. The creature was locked on to those juicy slits, and rushed to mount as soon as it could.

Fluttershy squeaked as her lips were pushed apart to make way for sleek fuck-flesh, popping against each ridge as he forced his way in, stretching her wider than a non-magical cock ever had. She groaned, rolled her eyes back, and pushed back against the invasion despite the pain as it immediately began slamming against her cervix. She was sobbing in no time, though at the same time she was intentionally keeping her body tensed in such a way as to increase both pain and damage to her body, because she knew a worthless pony like herself deserved every ache and sting.

Scootaloo let herself go loose instead of tensing up. Unlike Fluttershy, she was trying to minimize rather than maximize her own agony, but still pushed back as she felt her cunt invaded. At her size, the meat had as much girth as if Scootaloo was giving birth, but repeatedly rammed into her rather than just coming out once. She tried hard not to cry as the stinging pain pierced her body, but failed as usual with such, choking on sobs of her own.

Twilight wasn’t planning on being left out, her horn glowing and her hind legs shivering as a thick cock of her own slid free. She grasped Herm-1 from behind, pushing forward as it pushed back, purring as she felt its sopping wet cunt sliding up her length and encompassing her like a wet glove.

Twilight slid her lab mirrors around the action, making sure that she got a good view from all angles, eager to watch the abortion-by-cock. She hadn’t seen one of those since they raped Shining’s foals out of Chrysalis.

“I could add one more atop the pile,” suggested Spike from his cage.

“Spike,” chuckled Twilight, “You are never getting in my holes again.”

“Oh yes, my goddess,” Fluttershy sobbed as Twilight moved the mirrors around her, “Watch my worthless spawn get fucked out, then finish me off if it would give you even a little pleasure! I’ll die happy so long as you are the one to do it!”

Fluttershy cried out again as the throbbing meat burst through her cervix, bloody fetal fluid washing over Herm-1’s cock and onto the floor. Fluttershy forced herself to push back harder, her belly deflating with the loss of fluid, soon bulging only with the shape of her foal and Herm-1’s cock as it rammed into her womb. Fluttershy felt Twilight’s magic within her as Twilight grasped the kicking fetus, turning the tiny unborn filly to line up its unborn pussy with Herm-1’s shaft. Twilight grinned sadistically as Herm-1 impaled the pre-infant pussy, a muffled squall coming from inside Fluttershy’s body.

Scootaloo had trouble keeping up her own lewd talk as her poor small frame got it even worse. Her hips split as her pelvic bone gave completely, her cervix speared through even while it was still knocking at Fluttershy’s, and by the time its cock impaled Fluttershy’s infant, it was already ramming through the back of Scootaloo’s womb and up into her organs. She convulsed as her whole body swelled grotesquely, gagging up blood as her innards were jarred about by the shaft. She opened her maw to scream, Fluttershy kissing her deeply before she could, lapping the blood from Scootaloo’s maw as quickly as it puddled there.

Twilight’s cock throbbed hard as well; the excitement of snuffing out such an innocent life for no better reason than to get her off was incredible. She barely even had to move, the pummeling of Herm-1’s hips enough to keep her jackhammering into the drooling hole. Herm-1 howled beneath her upon feeling its shaft push into the filly inside, the movements only becoming more violent by the second.

By the time Herm-1’s belly smacked against Fluttershy’s behind, it had already impaled the fetus through, right up into its womb and out the back. The little one’s screams were cut off as the cock exited out her maw and smacked the back wall of Fluttershy’s womb. As Fluttershy’s body contracted rapidly, Twilight yanked the fetus down through her torn fuck tunnel, pulling it further down onto Herm-1’s base.

“Too... deep... aa,” Scootaloo managed to get out before she gagged up more blood, quickly followed by the bloody tip of Herm-1’s other shaft, the filly going cross-eyed to look at it in horror.

Neither bottom had much control over their bodies as the torment increased with each thrust, but Fluttershy still managed to suckle at Herm-1’s tip as it protruded from Scootaloo’s throat. She strained to move, wrapping her front hooves around Scootaloo’s neck, and after a glance back to confirm that Twilight was adequately distracted, did her best to wrench Scootaloo’s head right off her body, hoping to get the little bitch beyond repair before Twilight stopped her.

Twilight noticed, but rather than stop her, she just made sure to hold Scootaloo’s head against the rest of her body enough that Fluttershy wouldn’t pry it off. It was so adorable when Fluttershy tried to murder somepony.

Herm-1 didn’t care who died and who didn’t at the moment, all it cared about was creaming as hard as it could, so that’s what it did. A torrent of seed flooded Fluttershy’s womb, belly swelling up to near bursting, leaving the barely-alive foal to suffocate in sperm, ending her life, which had been nothing but delicious agony. Right after suffocating, it was torn free from Fluttershy’s body, leaving a gaping hole behind, getting dragged back into Herm-1’s cage by merit of still being impaled on one of its cocks.

Some of the cum from the other cock went straight through Scootaloo for Fluttershy to drink down, Herm-1 filling her from both ends.

Feeling herself loaded with burning spunk, Fluttershy ceased wrenching Scootaloo’s head, instead pulling her forward enough that she could hold her muzzle shut tightly, doing her best to squeeze Scootaloo’s hips with her own hind legs to try and keep it from flowing back out of her. Scootaloo’s body bloated, and despite her agony, Fluttershy’s eyes gleamed with psychotic glee as Scootaloo’s belly burst, sending a mass of cum-soaked organs onto the floor. Fluttershy came hard herself at the feel of Scootaloo’s writhing, dying body beneath her own, though her own juice was lost beneath the flood from Herm-1.

“Yes finally!” Fluttershy gagged out the words, “Die you insufferable cunt! You’ll never get Twilight n- NO!”

Fluttershy’s words changed to panic as she realized that Twilight’s magic was pulling Scootaloo back together, starting to rip Scootaloo’s organs out with her teeth to fling them about, but her fervor couldn’t match the speed of the healing.

Twilight laughed as she let herself go inside Herm-1, bathing the mutant womb in her own fertile seed, looking forward to what might pop out afterward. She yanked herself out of Herm-1, then tossed the fuck-crazed creature back into its cage, slamming the door as both Fluttershy’s and Scootaloo’s gaping holes poured blood and seed.

Apparently Scootaloo had the same idea as Fluttershy, since when she saw that she was healed but Fluttershy wasn’t, she pushed Fluttershy off and leaped up onto a nearby table to grab hold of one of the surgical blades there. She was back on her in an instant, ramming the blade into Fluttershy’s asshole, knife-fucking her violently for a few moments before tearing upward, slicing right across her slit and up her belly, tearing a gaping hole in Fluttershy’s gut for the cum inside her to burst free as well.

“No! Twilight must... not you!” Fluttershy gagged, but was quickly muffled when Scootaloo began to repeatedly stab her throat. Scootaloo laughed now, slitting Fluttershy’s throat and then ramming the blade into each eye socket in turn, bursting her eyes and then twisting it in the socket. As she did so, she released a stream of urine into Fluttershy’s open gut as if to complete the insult, creating a soup of blood, cum, and piss in the bowl that was Fluttershy’s torso.

“I’m gonna fuck Twilight on top of your corpse, bitch!” Scootaloo screamed, but then felt herself pulled off Fluttershy, watching the yellow pegasus mend now, and had much the same reaction as Fluttershy did, “Nononono! She was like a second from being dead!”

“You two are such dumb fucks,” laughed Twilight. “Scootaloo, leave. Since I love you, I’ll give you a sixty second head start before releasing Fluttershy.”

Scootaloo groaned in frustration, but dropped the knife and ran for the exit, which Twilight helpfully unlocked for her. Scootaloo wished she could fly a great deal , since running was leaving a trail of bodily fluids for Fluttershy to follow. She ran upstairs and to the nearest balcony, leaping off of it, but catching herself to hang beneath it, pulling herself up into the supports and waiting. Luckily for Scootaloo, this worked well enough, Fluttershy rushing to follow the trail, flying off the balcony herself and scanning the ground to try to locate where the trail continued.

“If one of you kills the other, bring the corpse back for me to fuck!” called Twilight after them. She then looked around to find her other foals. She found Filly-2 and Colt-2 sleeping peacefully after their last go, Colt-2 gnawing on Filly-2’s prolapse gently as they slept. “I’m starting to really like these experiments, even if at this point It’s less science and more coming up with excuses to fuck foals.”

“I was kinda hoping you’d kill them both,” commented Spike from his cage, “And I’d be more okay with your experiments if I was the foal that got fucked more often.”

Spike casually walked over to the bars between the cages, reaching through them and tugging the dead fetus toward him as soon as Herm-1 slid it off its dick. Spike turned it about, holding it up against the bars as he pushed his cocks inside. The corpse’s cunt was so gaping that he was more just enjoying the feel of cooling flesh against him, but her ass was still plenty tight, wrapping around his other cock and eliciting a growl of lust.

Herm-1 saw this and moved to the other end, pushing both of its thick cocks into the tiny cadaver’s cum drooling muzzle, together making up for the large entrance. They began to fuck it back and forth, one pressing inward as the other pulled back. Herm-1 even pushed its frightening maw against the bars to share a kiss with Spike, kissing passionately as they enjoyed fucking the abortion together.

“Hm, well that’s nice,” Twilight commented as she watched, “You gave me an idea too. I think I’ll tell Ponyville hospital to send all the abortions and miscarriages to me. That could make for some fun science.”

“Long as there’s enough meat to fuck,” panted Spike between kisses. “You should have the Crusaders fuck this thing next Twilight Time, without preserving it, let it get nice and rank.”

“If any of them are even alive next week,” giggled Twilight, leaving everyone to their sleeping or fucking as she walked toward the doors. She left, locking them in tightly before going to find out of Scootaloo or Fluttershy had murdered the other.

Spike and Herm-1 moved closer, reaching claws and hooves through the bars to caress one another as they made out more hotly. They pushed their shafts deeper so that they rubbed together inside the sexy abortion, now thrusting inward together.

“Fuck, I wish that bitch was dead,” commented Spike.

Herm-1 nodded in agreement as they engaged in another deep kiss, wrapping their disturbingly long tongues together, then moved a hoof to point at its horn, specifically at the horn restraint. Spike curiously reached upward, trying to pull it free, but wasn’t able to as it was locked to Twilight.

“Are you insinuating that you have magic?” panted Spike. “Hiding it from that bitch?”

Herm-1 nodded again, though this time clenched its teeth right after, body lurching as its shafts expelled a large load of seed, as if it hadn’t already been exhausted at all. Spike followed shortly after when he felt his own shafts bathed in the warmth, grinding together as the abortion spelled up with the sudden influx, popping and pouring guts and sperm all over the cage floors.

“Huh,” grunted Spike as he came down, “Maybe there’s a chance in hell that we CAN murder the bitch.”

Herm-1 nodded one more time, licking Spike’s face.