Equestria's Finest Hour

One more try.

Twilight pulled Herm-1’s horn restraint off, then proceded to float a riding crop into its cage. She smacked its head, then across the back as it curled up in defense. She gave its horn a few more whacks in frustration, but it didn’t light up its horn to push it away even once, not even a token effort. It just covered its head like a mud pony would.

“Oh my Me, what a disappointment!” Twilight shouted, dropping the crop back onto the table outside the cage, then dropping the horn restraint on the table next to it. No point in taking the effort to put it back on if it wasn’t needed.

Well, at least it was still physically violent. Twilight had to be careful when allowing Herm-1 to fuck the other foals, lest it murder them in excitement. Filly-2 and Colt-2 now knew better than to get near Herm-1’s cage when Twilight wasn’t around to put them back together. Twilight herself usually avoided contact with it, and when she did, she had to be careful not to let it damage her too quickly, because it always went for the kill with her.

Herm-1 never tried to fatally injure Spike though, for some reason. In fact they were getting a bit familiar with one another. She’d have to make sure to have the other present when she decided to kill one of the two.

It was growing as well, now the size of an average adult pony, and showing no signs of ceasing growth. If it got too big for the cage, Twilight was just going to put it down, even without seeing what it gave birth to first. It was just more trouble than it was worth. She could always hope that Filly-2’s next foal would be superior, and Filly-2 was within a few weeks of popping that out. It was only a unicorn this time, but as Herm-1 had proven, being an alicorn wasn’t everything.

Even worse, despite having the same speech instructions hammered into its head as the last batch, the creature never spoke a single word. It usually just stared at whoever was closest, licking its lips at them. She realized that, to her dismay, the creature may just be completely retarded when it came to communication or magic. So much for her nifty little assassin.

Either way, she didn’t want to think about it anymore for now. Celestia had invited Twilight to negotiations that she was going to have with Queen Novo of the sea ponies. Of course it wouldn’t be negotiations, because once Novo was there, the only thing she’d get a say on was how the remainder of her species was annihilated, but there was always the chance for happy-fun-rape-time, and Twilight had been so busy in recent months that she’d still never fucked a sea pony. All she really knew about them is apparently their culture had very annoying music, which was apparently the reason Celestia attacked them to begin with.

“I’ll be back later this evening,” Twilight called out as she departed and shut the lab door, locking no less than a dozen latches and magical seals on it before leaving.

“Can you at least bring a dead seapony back for me to fuck?” Spike called after her, but Twilight either ignored or didn’t hear him.

Spike sighed and looked over at Herm-1. It was clinging to the bars between Spike’s cage and its prehensile shafts hanging free and twisting about, coiling around bars, its pussy drooling profusely, cunt honey dribbling down the bars and onto the floor. It took a moment for Spike to realize what it was so very aroused about.

“Oh...” Spike looked at the horn restraint Twilight had left on the table, then to Herm-1’s bare horn. “Please tell me you have a plan that involves my help to kill that insufferable cunt.”

Herm-1 nodded and winked at Spike as its horn lit up. It released the bars, floating in midair, then turning to head toward the door to its cell.

Colt-2 and Filly-2 were now trusted enough that they were usually let free about the lab, even without a horn restraint for the later. Slutty as they were, they never bothered Herm-1 or Spike when Twilight wasn’t there, and generally didn’t break anything important while spending all day finding new ways to bang one another.

Currently, Colt-2 had Filly-2 pinned to the floor on her back, pushing her hips up to force her to double over as he was pile-driving her asshole. As he nailed her, she was slurping on her grotesque prolapse like a thick flaccid noodle, gagging herself as Colt-2 squealed in delight and continued his plowing.

Herm-1’s magical glow thickened about its shaft as it slowly stroked itself off with its magic, even its pussy pushed open as it fucked itself with ethereal cock in anticipation. Herm-1 tilted its head, a wicked grin spreading across its face, more emotion than Spike had ever seen it express. It twisted the lock of its cage effortlessly, breaking it from the door. It slid the gate open, casually floating out, then around to Spike’s door, pulling his door open just as easily.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Spike grinned, immediately padding out and over to the horn restraint that Twilight had left, picking it up off the table, “If I remember right, whoever latches this onto a horn is the only one that can take it off... should I snap it on Filly-2?”

Herm-1 snerked as it shook its head ‘no’ and floated towards its parents. The two were too distracted by their hot foal-on-foal action to notice that their foal was sneaking up on them. It slowly approached, quietly nearing until its shadow fell across them. Spike kept back a few feet behind Herm-1, deciding that it was best to be cautious around it the same way ponies were cautious around Twilight, just in case he accidentally pushed one of its buttons.

Colt-2 looked up first, seeing Herm-1 floating there close enough for him to reach out and touch, and immediately panicked. He shrieked, yanking free of Filly-2 and abandoning her to flee. Filly-2 quickly noticed as well, though she had to uncurl herself and gag up her prolapse before she could even think about escape.

It didn’t matter one way or the other though; both foals found themselves held by Herm-1’s magic, running in place against the floor as they were dragged backward, Colt-2 by his balls and Filly-2 by her grotesque cunt flesh. Herm-1 still didn’t speak, only staring and licking its lips slowly, taking a moment to enjoy their squeals and the way they looked back at their captor with looks of terror.

Herm-1 picked Filly-2 off the floor, turning her over onto her back, and moving Colt-2 atop her so that they were belly-to-belly. Despite still struggling to escape, the two instinctively grasped one another and pulled firmly together. Herm-1 floated up behind them, its shafts squirming like snakes against their posteriors.

“Are we dead?” Filly-2 asked, earning a simple nod from Herm-1, its grin becoming more sadistic. Filly-2’s horn lit up, her body glowing briefly as she tried to pull herself away, but after a few seconds it shorted out with a visible spark, the filly squeaking as Herm-1’s magic easily overcame her own.

“But I want Mama to make us dead,” pouted Colt-2, tearing up.

Herm-1 didn’t look willing to cooperate with their desires though. Filly-2 and Colt-2 looked into one another’s eyes and came to a silent understanding. There was no way out of this; this was how they were going to bite it. It was still going to be a gruesome death, so at least they could enjoy it!

Herm-1 was amazingly gentle at first, as if savoring the moment, stroking its hooves over Colt-2’s posterior. It watched its parents as they kissed passionately, Colt-2 reaching down to massage at Filly-2’s protruding tunnel before pulling his shaft to her opening again and pressing within. The cunt flesh squished against the throbbing length pushing in and pulling back out with each stroke, Filly-2’s legs twitching at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Herm-1 growled lustfully as its own shafts pressed against either of their little tailholes, pushing its tapered tips against them, sinking slowly in and taking long gentle thrusts. It could only relish the act of murdering its parents once after all, and Twilight had given it plenty of time to snuff out their lives. It couldn’t wait to see the look on its grandma’s face when she returned from her trip to find her beloved experiments gutted at the hooves of her hated experiments.

It turned to Spike, seeing that he was too timid to approach, and grinning. It pointed to Spike, then to its own posterior, raising its tail. It then pointed at the heads of the foals making out beneath it, as if offering Spike a choice between its pussy and the throats of their victims. Spike grinned as he was included, padding around to the front. Herm-1 lowered their floating so that Spike could get to the two frenching muzzles.

“Not that I don’t like your dreamy cunt,” chuckled Spike, “But I get to fuck that all the time, and I never get to fuck these brats.”

As Spike enjoyed himself, it growled lustfully as it pushed deeper, stretching both foals to capacity already. It popped the first ridges on its shafts past their tight anal rings, slowly speeding its motions. It began to drool as Filly-2 and Colt-2’s bodies started to twitch with the first signs of real pain, encouraging it to go deeper still.

Spike pulled their heads apart, smacking their faces with his own throbbing shafts, and the foals gladly cooperated, each taking one between their lips, tiny tongues batting them about. Spike groaned as Herm-1 leaned over to him, kissing Herm-1 every bit as passionately as the foals had been kissing. He pushed into the foals throats as he did so, not wasting any time before prying their maws open as widely as he could and groaning at the feeling of their throats gagging over his shafts.

“You know if we manage to kill Twi,” panted Spike, “I’ll be out of a job; wouldn’t mind being your number one assistant.” Spike as starting to really like the idea of traveling with Herm-1, and imagined it would involve less science and more pure serial killing.

It licked at its parents’ faces as they gagged on Spike, its hip motions increasing gradually with each stroke. It actually loved its parents deeply, but the urge to violate and murder every living thing it could find was so much greater, feeling like it was as much of a need as breathing. The programming that Twilight had droned into its head only made it worse, what was intended as a desire to assassinate the princesses became a much more expansive need.

It became more ravenous by the second, and soon blood was drooling down its writhing shafts as they went deeper, winding up the foalish intestines. Hips strained, pelvic bones creaking before they outright snapped, leaving their legs kicking randomly and hips unable to function, yet still slamming together from Herm-1’s impacts against them.

Colt-2 rolled his eyes back, gagging violently, unable to so much as maintain its tongue lapping any longer. All the same, one last squeal vibrated Spike’s shaft Colt-2’s cock exploded into Filly-2’s tubing. She squealed in response, cunt firing off like a hose and spraying fluid against both Colt-2 and Herm-1.

Spike and Herm-1 were soon after, but when they went off together it was a lot go contain. Herm-1 used its magic to clench their little bodies so that none could backwash, Spike clenching their muzzles tightly shut with his claws as well. They received blasts of sperm from both ends. Intestines swelled faster than they could be funneled up through their system, splitting down the sides and flooding into their organ sacks, leaving them both a convulsing mess as their bodies swelled grotesquely. Spike’s loads did the same, swelling up their stomachs, bursting them as well so that the two floods of cum merged together.

Unable to hold the massive feed and with no outlet to channel the pressure, the two finally exploded into a burst of spunk, guts splitting open, bodies torn asunder in an instant, sending a wave of blood, gore, and seed all over the lab. The explosion was so violent that they literally broke into two, and Herm-1 was left fucking only their hindquarters, their hind legs spasming as its cock protruded out the other end. Spike too was suddenly fucking two heads as the rest of their body was blasted apart, their cum continuing to fountain as they hosed one another down as well.

Herm-1 cackled as it slid the fresh corpses of its parents off its cocks, allowing them to slap to the floor in a puddle of their own gore. Spike tugged the heads off his own shafts, giving each a deep kiss before tossing them onto the floor like trash.

So into the moment, that they almost didn’t notice it when the lab doors began to unlock. It wasn’t even close to time for Twilight to return; she would have had to have teleported there, stayed only a few minutes, then teleported back.

Spike tried to get his bearings, grabbing the horn restraint and running toward the door. Herm-1 grasped him with its magic, floating him upwards so that he could cling to the rafters directly above the door. Meanwhile Herm-1 floated in the middle of the goresplosion, sure to be a decent distraction.

“Spike, I’m home early! It didn’t go well!” Twilight shouted as she flung the door to the lab open, “I sorta had a ‘do you know who the fuck I am’ moment with the Royal Cumbuckets… really need to stop talking out-loud to myself. I’m pretty sure the Canterlot army is headed into Ponyville, or possibly a balefire strike. I can only hope they take the time to finish Novo before they-“

Twilight froze as she looked around the lab. At first she couldn’t make out what had happened. There was gore and cum decorating the entirety, splattered about from an explosion point in the center. There was a strand of loose intestines swinging from the ceiling fan as it spun, shattered beakers and equipment that had been knocked over, and right in the center... Herm-1. Floating. With magic.

“Fucking... BITCH!” Twilight shrieked, seeming to forget for a moment that the authorities and/or megaspells might be on their way, “Are you telling me that I am going to have to start all over from scratch?”

Twilight horn charged up, glowing so brightly that one could hardly look directly at it, targeting the Herm-1 hovering there in the center. In her rage, she didn’t notice Spike as he tumbled down atop her back, landing perfectly despite how long it’d been since she’d let him ride her. He grinned widely as he snapped the restraint onto her horn.

“So what you’re saying,” Spike laughed, “Is that not only can I kill you, I won’t even get in trouble for doing it! I might even be a hero!”

Twilight stared in utter disbelief. It’d been so very long since she was actually afraid of those that she was facing, if not counting her fuck-up at the diplomatic summit. She said nothing further, turning and bucking Spike from her back as she attempted to make it out the door against so she could reactivate the magilocks.

It was no use; Twilight felt herself picked up in Herm-1’s magical grasp. She instinctively tried to magic herself free, but all her horn did was spark for several moments. Pain burned through her body as the restraint responded to her attempted use of magic, only serving to cause her to piss herself, like so many of her own victims had when facing their imminent murder.

“This lab isn’t safe from megaspells,” Twilight advised, “I suggest the two of you run rather than take the time to murder me! If you let me go, I can teleport us all out in time.”

“Nice try, but Celestia isn’t going to nuke us just to get you,” Spike chuckled, “If she’s as mad as you’re implying, she’ll come to take care of you in person. You’ll probably get sent to the Moon to be gang-raped by the Nightmare Force for a millennium like Luna after her little coup attempt.”

Twilight realized that she had made a terrible mistake underestimating the creature. Now her magic was no longer an option, and Spike would see through any way she tried to talk her way out of it, so there wasn’t any way of avoiding her fate at this point. Furthermore, as much as she hated to admit it, Spike had a point. Twilight wasn’t going to escape Celestia, and would honestly rather die horribly here than let Celestia determine her fate..

“Fine,” growled Twilight, “But this better be a death worthy of a goddess!”