Equestria's Finest Hour

“Gotcha!” Applebloom said, tackling poor Button Mash, the three having just slammed through his door. He landed on his back, looking up in terror at Applebloom’s eyes.

“We’ll teach you to burn down my house on the Minecraft server!” Sweetie warned as she came into the door after Applebloom. “I spent like two hours building that thing!”

“Yeah, time to die you limp-dicked little shit!” Scootaloo agreed.

“I didn’t burn it down! Honest!” Button Mash screamed. “I haven’t been on your server in like a week! I’ve been busy with the Skyrim prostitution mod!”

“Um, what is going on in here?” Sopping Wet, Button’s mom, asked as she calmly walked into their front room, closing the door back before one of these adorable foals got sick from the chilly air outside. True to her name, her thighs were visibly wet with fluid drooling from her slit, as they always were.

“Oh, hey Ms Wet,” Applebloom waved, still atop Button, pinning him down, straddling him, and very obviously grinding her underage cunt against his quickly firming colt dick, “We’re gonna kill yer son fer fuckin’ with Sweetie’s stuff.”

“Oh, I see,” Sopping said, “Well if you’re going to make a bloody mess, please either take him outside to murder him or at least clean up after yourselves.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll clean up, Ms Wet,” Sweetie promised.

“Mom!” Button shrieked.

“Sorry sweetie,” said Sopping, “But the fact is, funds are tight right now, and this will make one less mouth to feed… I’m afraid you being amazing in the sack will only get you so far; you’re getting a bit old for Mommy’s foalaphilic tastes anyway… actually, do you girls mind if I watch you murder my son?”

“Nah, go ahead and watch,” Scootaloo offered, “It’s your house after all! Masturbate to it if you want!”

“Thank you, dears,” Sopping nodded, “Wait a moment if you would though, let me just get some popcorn and some video recorders. I usually record the death of my foals so I can sell them to Photo Finish; foal-snuff videos go for a lot.”

“Can we have a cut?” Scootaloo asked.

“No, your payment is getting to rid me of my worthless son, orphan slut,” Sopping reminding Scootaloo of her inferior status as she calmly walked over to their little oven, finding a bag of popcorn and popping it inside, “This shouldn’t take long… did you need me to get you any strap-ons?”

“Nah, we brought futa potions,” Applebloom said, still pinning down Button Mash.

“But Mom, I don’t wanna die!” Button complained, with a tone more like he was being sent to bed early than being killed. He was throbbing hard against her warm slit, but otherwise just staring at his mother in shock.

“Now Button,” Sopping said firmly, as she walked to the next room to get several cameras, as well as what looked like a stuffed toy, “What have I told you about being polite to house guests? We have to be gracious host to the pint-sized psychos.” She then looked at Applebloom, “That’s good; I don’t think Button has ever been fucked up his tailhole, and I’d hate for him to die a virgin like his one sister did… um… oh I forget her name. Anyway seriously, it’s SHAMEFUL how little Button fags around for his age. I don’t think he’s ever even sucked another colt’s dick.”

“Wow, what a piece of shit,” Scootaloo nodded.

“Mom!” Button wasn’t letting it go.

“Button Mash!” Sopping looked angry now, even as she set up cameras in various positions to get plenty of good angles, “I’ve allowed you to live longer than any of your siblings; you’re almost ten now! Do you know how much money I could have gotten for your snuff video several years ago? I’m just… very disappointed at how ungrateful you are being. Is this the son I raised?”

“Sorry, Mom,” sighed Button. “I’ll let ‘em kill me.”

“That’s a good colt,” nodded Sopping approvingly. “Scream and sob nicely for Mommy when the agony starts.”

“I get his game systems!” said Sweetie, then turned to Sopping again, “Don’t worry Ms. Wet; we’ll make sure it hurts.”

“You better!” winked Sopping as she pulled the finished popcorn out of the oven, motioning for them to get started, “Feel free to use anything you find in the kitchen, but like I said… don’t make any mess that you don’t want to clean up.”

Sopping opened the bag of popcorn, sitting on her haunches, holding it with one front hoof as the other held yet another camera. The ‘stuffed toy’ she had brought was actually a stuffed former son, no more than six years old when he died, though probably at least twice that age now, with an eternally erect dick and a horrified look on his face. She plopped him on the floor and straddled him, pushing his little cock up inside her and slowly rolling him in and out of her as she filmed.

“So fuck ‘im first?” Applebloom asked her friends.

“I’m all for it!” smiled Scootaloo.

“I should be the first inside his ass,” reasoned Sweetie, “Since he’s my fake-coltfriend.”

“Fake?” Button whined.

“Oh come on, Button,” Sweetie giggled, “You don’t really think I’d seriously date a disgusting mud-pony, do you?” She looked at the others, “Except you of course, Applebloom, you’re my token earth pony fillyfriend so I can say that I’m not racist… so who gets his dick first?”

“Calling it!” Applebloom and Scootaloo said at the exact same time.

“Hmm...” Sweetie said, then looked at Sopping, “Did you hear who was first?”

“Applebloom did, dear,” Sopping said, though only because she hated orphans and was angry that the orphanage didn’t allow her to purchase some for her filly-guide-snuff party.

“Can’t you at least fuck me, Mom?” Button whined.

“Sweetheart, we fuck all the time, and Celestia knows Photo Finish already has enough lewd videos of me and you,” Sopping said, scolding, “I’ll fuck you after for some foal necro vids, but for now give these nice little fillies a turn at your adorable cock.”

“By adorable, she means tiny,” Sweetie made sure Button understood, which earned a sniffle from the colt, lip quivering.

Though honestly he was a good size for his age, Button hadn’t seen enough erections to compare himself to. Applebloom licked her lips, and his, as he pulsed against her and continued her grinding, forming a puddle of her cunt honey on his belly at this point.

Scootaloo straddled his face, sitting her own drooling snatch against his muzzle, while Sweetie used her magic to lift his rump off the floor, lifting Applebloom with him. She chugged a futa potion, clenched her teeth as it took effect, then slid up behind Applebloom, kissing her gently and moving her new dick to push against Button’s asshole. Sopping moved over slightly to get a better view.

As they moved about, Sopping quirked her ears as she saw somepony at the window next to her. She turned to look, and her eyes met with Fluttershy’s whose own eyes went wide. Sopping quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh um… hi,” whispered Fluttershy so the distracted foals didn’t hear her.

“Ah, I remember you,” Sopping whispered quietly back, “You’re Twilight’s fuck-toy, the mare that wants to slaughter the Crusader brats… would you mind waiting until they finish off my son off?”

“Of course, Ms Sopping,” nodded Fluttershy, the kindest psychopath ever, appreciating that Sopping called her Twilight’s toy, “It’s the least I can do for you letting me watch him die horribly.” Fluttershy had already started rubbing herself to the show.

Sopping pulled the curtain over a bit to better hide Fluttershy as she watched, then turned back to watch as well, even setting the popcorn on the window sill so that Fluttershy could share. Nothing like watching free live foal-snuff-porn with a friend.

“Now be a polite host and lick out her cunt good,” Sopping reminded Button. It was pretty sad that a colt had to be told to start licking when a filly sat on his face.

“Yes, Mom,” sighed Button, somewhat muffled by the cunt now pressing against his muzzle.

Button grunted as his cock popped into Applebloom, the familiar grip sliding down his length and clenching him, and started to push his hips upward as she started to bounce. That part he liked at least, and Scootaloo’s cunt didn’t taste half-bad either, so he reached up his forelegs to grasp her plot and began licking deeply, rubbing his nose against her clit.

Sweetie’s part he appreciated less. The unicorn barely slicked up her shaft with magic before ramming it in, causing Button to squeal against Scootacunt, his movements becoming erratic as his virgin ass got the plowing it should have years ago. Sweetie purred at the feel of his asshole convulsing, something only a good ass-rape could provide her cock.

“Say Ms. Wet,” grunted Applebloom as she continued to bounce, belly slapping wetly against Button’s, “You kill a lotta ponies, right? Got any idea fer how we might could trap and kill Fluttershy?”

Sopping smirked at Fluttershy discreetly, but went along with it. “Why don’t you trick her into killing somepony else.” she suggested, “Then after she’s tired from a nice hot raping of her victim, jump her, restrain her, then kill her however you please.”

“That’s a good idea,” Scootaloo commented.

Scootaloo gulped a futa potion herself, shivering at the pain of change, but allowing her fresh cock to expand right into Button’s throat, the colt gagging as it grew down into his neck, visibly bulging it before she began to ram herself violently into him. She leaned forward, giving first Applebloom and then Sweetie a deep kiss, all their adorable little bodies gang-banging the inferiorly-gendered foal beneath them.

“Mmmph,” Applebloom panted, feeling Button’s shaft throb more as his ass and throat were pounded, “Uh, Ms. Wet, ya mentioned kitchen stuff, what kinda stuff do ya have?”

“Hm,” Sopping considered, “Well average kitchen things I guess? Knives, silverware, a cheese grater, can openers, ice cream...”

“Get the cheese grater!” grinned Sweetie between grunts as she nailed his ass harder, balls slapping wetly against him as juice drooled over it from Applebloom’s soggy cunt, “I’m gonna grind his dick off with it!”

“Mmmph?” Button said, but couldn’t say much more with the dick down his throat, much less since Scootaloo had her hooves bearing down on his throat, his face blue from lack of air.

“Hey, cripple,” Sopping warned Scootaloo, though in the sweetest of voices, “Don’t choke him to death before he’s properly suffered. I’m letting you murder my foal, so have the decency to do it right.”

“Yeah why ya gotta be such an orphan, Scootaloo?” Applebloom smirked at Scootaloo.

“It’s cause Celestia murdered her family,” reminded Sweetie.

“Oh right,” nodded Applebloom. “She murdered some of mine too, but ah had more family to spare, ah guess.”

“I’m sure it was this stupid little whore’s fault that her family is dead,” commented Sopping.

“Can we stop the fucking heckling?!” Scootaloo groaned. “Besides it’s not going to piss me off, I never even knew the assholes.”

“Ah, good point,” sighed Sopping, disappointed, then went back to rubbing herself off and put more popcorn in her maw. She’d have to find some fresher orphans to demean later after she was done watching her son’s hot death. Maybe she could snatch one from the orphanage playground to kill; it was getting harder to do that now since they’d started watching for her.

“Ya like that ya worthless little shit?” Applebloom moaned as Button began to cry, shivering as she approached her climax, “With this dick, it’s no wonder why yer Mom wants ya dead.”

Despite his weeping, Button also came hard in Bloom’s country-bumpkin cunt and had a hard time stopping, convulsing as he hosed down her walls and pumped her little womb full, overflowing and drooling down to lubricate Sweetie’s bloody cock in his ass, though mostly just making it burn. Sweetie shivered and went off as well, hugging Applebloom so hard that she turned a bit blue, and Scootaloo was soon after, holding Button’s muzzle shut until he gagged and cum shot out his nose.

Applebloom popped, though more from the sight of Button convulsing and gagging than the feel of his cock; even if he was big for his age, Applebloom was regularly fucked by her big brother, so colt dick wasn’t ever exactly enough to sate her by itself.

“Here you go dears,” Sopping was very nice, sliding over some cheese graters as had been suggested, as well as a bottle of vinegar and bag of salt just because. One was a flat grater, while the other was a small thin one that looked quite conveniently fitting for his freshly-devirginized asshole. Sopping licked her lips as she continued to film, “That’s it, Button. The only reason I popped you out of my hot cunt was so that I could watch you die in agony one day. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. This is going to make 16 notches on my bed post so far, so to speak. Maybe I’ll kill one or two of your younger siblings afterward, I feel like I’m on a roll.”

Button gagged again as the three fillies finally withdrew. Sweetie took the narrow cheese grater, pouring vinegar over it before dipping it into the salt, while Applebloom grabbed hold of the flat one, which she did the same with. Scootaloo was happy with holding Button, sitting on her haunches and holding his forelegs behind his back with her legs wrapped around his hips, ready to enjoy the feeling of him squirming in agony against her.

Sopping creamed herself, all over the dead son whose corpse-cock she was riding, groaning as she soaked his soft fur in her juice. Fluttershy was eyeing her from the window, so Sopping made sure the Crusaders weren’t looking before she graciously, pushed the dead colt out the window for Fluttershy to play with.

Fluttershy squeaked as she slid down on it herself, mixing her cunt honey with Sopping’s that already coated the dead colt’s cock as she began to slowly ride, the gooey sound covered well enough by Button’s panicked gasped as he watched them prepare the implements of his castration. Sopping then sat up on the window sill, tilting her rump back so that Fluttershy could lap at her cunt, suckling at the unusually delicious slit like a tit.

“We can talk this out!” Button begged.

“Yep, we sure can,” Sweetie agreed, “Us moaning and you screaming!”

Button squealed like a five-year-old filly-guide being raped with… well a cheese grater, as Sweetie rammed the one she had deep into his freshly fucked asshole. Button’s eyes just about bulged out of his head as he felt it chew at his sensitive flesh, then let out a blood-curling scream when she began to thrust it. It was a beautiful scream, enough to get a moan from his eager mother.

Applebloom placed the flat grater on his cock, grinning smugly at him before dragging it down against him. As Sopping made sure one of the cameras got a close up of the agonizingly slow castration, Applebloom slid it back and forth, Button’s cries going up an octave as he sobbed and struggled. The first passes peeled at his flesh, blood pouring through the slices in the grate as she continued. His boner lost its firmness quickly, and was slowly cut into ribbons of flesh as each pass ground off more.

Applebloom slid it down to his balls too, letting them join in the fun. The loose flesh containing his nuts was torn into, then his balls were slowly sliced apart as well, blood and unused cum pouring down to his asshole where Sweetie continued to rape him with the other, bits of flesh torn out with each pass, little bits of gore gathering in a small pile on the floor.

Scootaloo purred behind him, licking the tears from his face and rubbing her pussy firmly into his plot as he struggled so wonderfully against her. It wasn’t long before she creamed herself against his back, but didn’t stop her hips rolling.

Sopping moaned loudly as she creamed herself so hard that the whole foursome was showered in her juice. There was nothing more arousing to her than watching one of her foals be brutally murdered; she had no idea how any parent could let their foals live to adulthood, passing up this amazing experience in the process.

As the squealing colts cock and balls had been ground nearly to nothing, only ribbons of bloody flesh gathered on the floor between his bucking hind legs, Sopping moved closer. She straddled his head herself, pushing her drenched slit against his face to give him one more taste of Mommy’s cunt honey, not that he was in any shape to enjoy it. She shivered, pussy still convulsing at the shivers running through her from his shrieks.

“Yes,” moaned Sopping, “I want you to die with your muzzle eye deep in the foal-factory that popped you out, squeal and squirm you little shit, make Mama proud.”

Sweetie continued to ram his ass, but pulled over a kitchen knife as well, reaching it beneath Sopping’s shapely ass and barely pushing against his neck.

“Admit you did it, and I’ll end it!” Sweetie growled.

“I did it!” Button squealed, though his words were muffled as his muzzle was pushed into the same pussy from where he had emerged, that whoever his daddy was had fucked him into. “I burned down your house I’m so sorry just make it end!”

Sweetie sliced the knife across his neck, making him break into delicious convulsions and gagging noises as he vomited blood into his mother’s snatch. Sopping groaned again, rubbing her breasts firmly so that her milk squirted out and splashed on Button’s face. She wanted him to know how much Mommy was enjoying his beautiful death. Scootaloo thought she’d lean forward and suckle, but that was headed off by a hoof slammed into her head by Sopping.

“I don’t want your nasty orphan mouth on my breasts, you little shit,” Sopping groaned.

As Button’s body twitched to a stop, his quick breaths ceasing forever, Sweetie and Applebloom pulled the graters away, and together leaned down to slurp up the remains of his cock, which was nothing but ground meat at this point. They slurped up the gory mess, kissing deeply to push it back and forth with their tongues before they swallowed.

“That’s it die you worthless fuck,” panted Sopping as her hips slowly stopped and she pulled away, a string of honey trailing between her pussy and her dead son’s face before it snapped. “You just made me a lot of money, but… I’m afraid I’m going to have to be a bit ungrateful.” Without warning, she sat back against Button’s corpse, pinning Scootaloo beneath him, pushing a front hoof against Sweetie and Applebloom’s backs to hold them still, “Come on in, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy giggled, eating the last bit of popcorn, then crawling through the window, tossing the dead colt she had been fucking aside. She hurried over, clipping a collar around each of their little necks tightly, leashes connecting them which she tied to a collar on herself.

“I got you now, you little waifu thieves,” giggled Fluttershy.

“Wait what?” Scootaloo blinked as Sopping let her up, but none of them were going anywhere now.

“Can I have them clean up their mess first, Fluttershy dear?” asked Sopping as she cleaned off her own hooves enough not to track blood and then went to get a mop. “They did promise.”

“Oh fer fucks sake,” sighed Applebloom, “But how did ya know we were here?”

“Ha!” gloated Fluttershy, “Because that wasn’t Button on your Minecraft server, it was me! I burned down your house!” DUN DUN DUUUUUN.

“Huh,” Sweetie blinked, “Yeah, I thought FoalAndBeastFucker69 was an odd name for Button to use on the server.”

“Clean up your mess before you go to get murdered,” reminded Sopping as she dropped a mop, cleaning brushes, and a bucket of bleach next to them.

“Yes Ms Wet,” the fillies said together with a sigh. They had promised, so Scootaloo got the mop, cleaning up the excess blood, flesh, and cum on the floor, while the other two scrubbed the tile floor with brushes.”

“I’d rather you not kill them here,” Sopping said to Fluttershy, “As much as the little shits deserve to die on camera, I don’t want to risk the ire of Ponyville’s resident tyrant.”

“Oh it’s fine,” Fluttershy said, “I’ll take them home to murder them.”

“That’s so kind of you,” smiled Sopping, “I hope things work out better for you with… her… once your competition here is dead.” It was no secret what was going on, given how many times the fillies and Fluttershy had tried to kill each other now, even in public.

“You know these potions,” Sopping commented as she tossed the empty futa potions that had been used, “They really make stallions obsolete.”

“Oh yes,” nodded Fluttershy, “I’m glad you said that, because I’m making a petition that I’m going to send to Canterlot asking for a law to make giving birth to colts illegal. You want to sign it?”

“Oh I’d be happy to!” Sopping smiled.

“Great!” nodded Fluttershy, “Give me four… hm… six hours. I should be done by then, then come by and sign it.”

“I look forward to it!” Sopping nodded.

“We’re done now Ms Wet,” sighed Scootaloo as she dropped the brush back in the bleach bucket.

“I do appreciate it,” assured Sopping, “You three have fun during your agonizing deaths, okay?”