Equestria's Finest Hour

Sweetie burst into Rarity’s bedroom, finding her big sister predictably bent over and getting fucked by underage cock. Rarity was on her belly, calmly reading a fashion magazine as she raised her rump and spread her legs out. Her tail was encircling Tender Taps’ head, who was panting happily as he humped away, thrilled to be pounding a full-grown mare’s pussy.

“We have to go NOW!” Sweetie yelled to Rarity as she rushed to the bed.

“A few minutes, Sweetie, you can have him when I’m done,” Rarity didn’t quite catch what Sweetie was saying.

Rarity clenched her pussy, massaging over the colt and feeling her orgasm close, the fashionable things she looked at in the magazine helping her get off. Mmmm, sequins.

“We are going to die if we don’t go now!” Sweetie screamed. “A raving rape-monster is hunting us!”

“Oh it can’t possibly be that bad,” Rarity rolled her eyes back, “Ah there it is... that’s it, Tender dear. Going to cream on that hot colt cock... you’ll be the hundredth underage dick I’ve cum on; maybe I should make you something as a prize.”

Sweetie looked back and forth between Tender and Rarity several times, and realized Rarity wouldn’t stop. Rarity never stopped until she’d climaxed, regardless of who walked in on her. There was only one thing to do. Sweetie grasp Tender’s head in her magic tightly, earning a squeak from the colt.

“Sorry, Tender,” Sweetie apologized, “It’s nothing personal.”

And with that she twisted his head around, snapping his spine, then yanking him out of Rarity, tossing him to the floor where he thrashed in panic for several moments before the convulsions died down to a shiver, slowly ceasing. Sweetie gave it another twist just to make sure.

Rarity stood, quirking an eyebrow as he was pulled away and walking off the bed to stand next to his corpse. She sighed, looking at Sweetie with disappointment on her face.

“That bad, huh?” Rarity sighed, ignoring the now-dead Tender Taps.

“Twilight made a monster!” Sweetie explained, “But it killed Twilight! Then it killed Applebloom and Scootaloo, or at least was killing them when I left. It’ll probably kill them and Fluttershy before it comes after us, we have to leave RIGHT NOW.”

Rarity looked down at Tender, then back up to her little sister, pondering. If this monster killed Twilight, she wasn’t going to get away from it, that much was clear. Though she also had some time while it was murdering Sweetie’s dyke-friends and Flutterslut... maybe she should take this time to indulge in a fantasy she’d always had, but never thought she’d be able to fulfill.

Rarity trotted out of her bedroom, Sweetie right behind her, but rather than going downstairs into the shop, she turned to go into Sweetie’s room. Sweetie was almost down the hall before she ran back to her room.

“Rarity, what are you doing?” Sweetie asked, “We have to go!”

“Well because rape and murder aren’t usually my thing,” explained Rarity, “So I don’t really have any tools for that in my room. I know you and your friends have murdered at least a dozen ponies in here though, which kept me up several nights by the way, so I figure you have some goodies... ah there we are.” Rarity had agreed to look the other way with the Crusaders’ increasingly psychotic behavior in exchange for them keeping their victims in tact enough for their fur to be used. Real pony fur clothing sold for quite a lot on the black market, particularly foal fur.

Rarity found Sweetie’s potion supply in a drawer, pulling out a futa potion and turning it up. She shrieked when she realized how painful it was, collapsing on the floor for a few long moments as her flesh tore and reshaped, but managed to grab one of the sensitivity potions instead, meant to make a victim feel pain more intensely. When Sweetie came close to help her up, Rarity held Sweetie’s head in her magic and forced her to turn up the potion.

“What are you-“ Sweetie gagged from the potion, then blinked as she realized what Rarity had just forced down her throat. She immediately took a step back, turned, and tried to flee.

Rarity shut the door in front of her, and floated over a horn restraint from another drawer to clasp it upon Sweetie’s little horn, locking away the little magic she had.

“I do apologize, Sweetie, I really do,” explained Rarity, “It’s just the thought of betraying and murdering you has always been quite hot to me. If this monster killed Twilight, then we won’t be able to escape anyway; I’m probably doing you a favor by killing you instead.”

“I’d really rather no one kill me!” Sweetie complained, “Come on, Rarity, if we run we can find somewhere to hide!”

“Please, darling,” Rarity chuckled, “We can be traced by magic pretty easily given so many things in my shop has our signature on it. Come on, Sweetie, I do so much for you, can’t you do just this one last favor for your big sister?” She batted her eyes, not that that usually worked on Sweetie.

“Fine,” Sweetie grumbled, figuring she wasn’t getting out of this anyway.

“Hm,” pondered Rarity, “Now that it comes down to it, I regret not doing this while you were still a blank flank. The incest should make up for you being a bit older though.”

Rarity found restraints already ready for use. Two for holding forelegs hung from the ceiling, and two for restraining hind hooves on the floor. It looked like they were adjustable for any size victim or killer. At the moment it was adjusted to the size of a foal, but low to the floor since it had been other foals having a go. Rarity hummed casually as she readjusted it, and began to strap Sweetie in.

Sweetie gnawed on her lower lip, trying desperately to think of a way out of things, but she didn’t see anything. Sweetie knew that not even a strong adult stallion could break the restraints that were now hanging her from the ceiling, suspended off the floor. Rarity didn’t attach the lower ones, no doubt wanting to feel the foal kick and squirm during the rape; Sweetie would have done the same.

“I didn’t have to come get you,” said Sweetie, tearing up, “I came to warn you because I love you, and I thought you loved me!” Guilt tripping was her only remaining weapon.

“Oh goodness Sweetie, love is a strong word for what I feel for you,” explained Rarity, “Perhaps a better word is ‘obligation’. I’m required to tolerate you, Sweetie, but quite frankly, if you weren’t my sister, I’d want nothing to do with you.”

Sweetie stared with more tears rolling down her face. She wasn’t sure if Rarity was just saying that as a form of torture, but if she was it was working regardless. Sweetie looked as adorably despondent as she could, but Rarity just smirked and licked her lips. For Rarity, it was nice to be able to show what she really felt for once, and the betrayal in Sweetie’s eyes was so beautiful.

“Time to see what Applejack saw in family-fucking,” Rarity chuckled, pulling herself up against Sweetie.

Rarity hooked her front legs around Sweetie’s head, hind hooves planted on the floor as she pushed her shaft tip against Sweetie’s well-used but still tight little pussy. Sweetie tensed up as the tip stretched her lips slowly, trying to pop inside, Rarity grasping Sweetie with her magic to keep her still.

“It’s too big,” Sweetie grunted.

“Well if you think it’s too big,” Rarity pointed out, “You’ll just have to take it up with the one that brought these potions here. Who was that again?” Sweetie had unwittingly chosen her own method of pre-death rape.

Sweetie didn’t have time to say anything else before it popped inside and the delicious sound of filly screams filled the room. The little ones must have made some adjustments to the room, because the acoustics were perfect for screams, creating a sweet melody as Rarity drove herself deeper.

The feel of such tight, wet flesh grasp at her sent shivers through Rarity’s body. Oh this was much better than what she had been doing when Sweetie got here; Rarity understood now what stallions constantly wanted to get inside her. She drove it deeper with raw abandon, showing no concern for Sweetie. In fact, she drooled on Sweetie’s face as she watched the foal twist with sobs and quakes of agony with each thrust.

One might think Sweetie was used to this enough that it wouldn’t be that bad for her, but the pain potion helped with that problem, and the fact that Rarity had always wanted to do this somehow made it hurt even worse, like she was retroactively punched in the gut for every ‘I love you’ Rarity gave that wasn’t sincere.

“Oh you squirm so nicely,” Rarity panted, holding Sweetie close with her magic so that she could feel her writhing, cute little legs kicking wildly on either side of her.

Rarity rammed into Sweetie’s cervix, and prolonged the suffering by how long she took before she managed to break it down. She pushed into Sweetie’s immature womb, slamming the back wall and stretching it out almost to the point of snapping. Her belly smacked against Sweetie’s; the shaft appeared to be the perfect size for filly fucking.

Sweetie’s blood drooled to the floor, though Rarity shielded her own thighs from the rape-juice, not wanting to have red splattered all over her gorgeous white coat when the expected guest arrived. She was a lady to the end.

Finally she gasp and arched her back, squeezing Sweetie’s whole body in bliss as she blew her load into that little cunt. Sweetie’s womb ballooned out, and Rarity held her shaft tightly inside, clenching Sweetie’s filly-vulva tight so that none could escape. She grinned as she felt Sweetie convulse in agony, and the cum-bulge on her belly even out a bit as her womb burst and allowed it to flood into her guts proper.

The door opened, and Rarity turned to see who it was. Oh yes, that had to be the monster.

“Ah there you are,” Rarity nodded politely, pulling free of Sweetie and taking a few steps back to avoid the splatter as blood and cum poured to the floor like a waterfall, a giant white puddle with swirls of red like sadistic peppermint. “You’ve arrived just in time to assist me!”

Monster paused mid-charge, skidding to a stop and then tilting its head. Once again, a pony had given it an unexpected type of greeting. These ponies really were nuts; it was doing the world a favor by murdering them all.

“Come on over, no reason to be shy,” Rarity offered, waving a hoof, “I was just about to have her up the ass, but now that you’re here... oh and you have two pieces.”

Rarity edged behind the sobbing Sweetie as if giving her another look, licking her lips. Monster stepped close too.

“I guess this means Bloom and Scoot are dead?” Sweetie sobbed, “Well I guess I won that bet at least.” Hm, maybe she could have stayed so she could gloat about it as they died. Oh well, too late now.

“You don’t mind me helping kill this insufferable little bitch first do you?” Rarity asked Monster, “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do, so I’d appreciate it.” She then continued as if she expected Monster to agree, “I’ll ram the rear, then you take her from the front, raping both her and my pussy at once. Or my asshole, it’s up to you of course darling.”

Monster blinked, then shrugged, and stood up on its hind legs, massive shafts flopping against Sweetie’s belly. Even with Rarity having warmed her up, that wasn’t going to fit any easier. Rarity eyed it nervously as well; she wasn’t used to taking stallion-sized dicks, much less that monster. It wasn’t the pain she was worried about, however, so much as the fact that this was going to make her quite messy. She did wish she got to die in a cleaner state.

Might as well enjoy it though! Rarity slid hooves all over Sweetie’s form, feeling her shiver as she sobbed. She leaned down to take a lick, getting a taste of her sister’s tears before propping herself back up and pushing her futa-shaft against Sweetie’s little asshole. This promised to be even harder to get into than the front hole.

It didn’t take as long though, because Monster was impatient. It grasped Sweetie and the shaft pushing them together so that the tight little ring snapped over Rarity’s shaft quickly. The squeal of new pain from Sweetie was joined by Rarity’s moan as she felt the incredibly tight expanse, Sweetie’s own cunt honey lubricating Rarity’s way into her asshole.

Monster pushed its shafts at the targets as well, but it must have been unable to decide between Rarity’s fashionable fuck holes, because it cast a spell that caused a third temporary shaft to grow between the other two. When it pulled the mare and filly down, one pressed against Sweetie’s well-raped pussy, the others pressing against both Rarity’s cunt and ass.

Her cunt had been recently used, but a colt dick wasn’t going to prepare her for this. Her ass however, wasn’t lubricated at all, and Monster didn’t seem to care. Rarity shrieked as she was forced into, and though she tried her best to roll her hips, it was obvious who was in control. Monster was pulling them up and down like fuck toys, pushing Rarity up into Sweetie’s tailhole with each stroke.

Sweetie let her sobs increase as she felt herself doubly invaded, screaming in pain and frustration. She supposed this was what the other ponies they had hanging here felt like, not that it would keep Sweetie from killing more if she somehow survived this. If there was one thing that everypony in the room agreed on, it was that murder was fun.

“Oh yes, I want to feel this little fuck die with my throbbing cock inside her!” Rarity moaned, leaning to share a kiss with Monster after doing so. She added curiously, “So did Twilight put on a brave face, or did she die screaming like an infant?”

Monster didn’t talk, but it shook its head at the first and nodded at the second with a grin.

“Phew,” Rarity said, “That’s a relief at least.”

“I hate you!” Sweetie added to the conversation.

“No you don’t,” smirked Rarity, “You love me unconditionally; that’s what makes betraying you feel so amazing.”

Sweetie couldn’t say much more. Rarity’s throbbing cock in her ass had managed to poke up into her gut in between her intestines, but the Monster’s was so much more. It pushed through the hole in the back of her womb, fucking her gut directly, impacting her lungs with each hammering thrust. Not only was the pain excruciating as her body was swollen, but she was rather freaking out now that she faced her inevitable death. On one hoof, she was terrified of disappearing, but on the other hoof, if there was an afterlife, she didn’t think her age would be enough to offset having murdered so many ponies. At least she’d be suffering right next to her friends, and maybe her sister too.

Rarity was trying to hold herself together in more ways than one. She felt her hooves over Sweetie’s body, loving the grotesque shape inside her turning her guts into mulch. Rarity’s guts were doing marginally better, mainly because he hadn’t gone all the way through Sweetie yet, so his shafts in Rarity’s weren’t yet at the point of being a fatal penetration.

Still, one was stretching out Rarity’s pussy more than she thought was ever possible; this must be what giving birth feels like, if they were fucking a mare with her own foal. Her ass was torn even more, blood flowing freely as a strand of her insides was straightened a lot more than it should be. The whole thing was torment, yet it still didn’t overwhelm the bliss she felt as she looked down at Sweetie’s face, who stared back up at her with love and confusion.

Sweetie gagged up a fountain of blood, unable to scream, barely able to breathe. Rarity realized that she wanted to be the one to murder Sweetie, so she squeezed the filly’s neck with her magic, tighter and tighter as she watched her face turn blue. Sweetie was in so much pain that she didn’t even realize she was being choked at first, it was just another wave in a great ocean.

“This is the best moment of my life,” Rarity groaned, hoping Sweetie could still hear her, “To think that I’d have the privilege of snuffing out your life. I’m going to cream harder than I ever have, and pump my cum into your adorable corpse.” She didn’t mean to put ‘adorable’ in there, but it was hard not to when Sweetie was concerned.

Rarity wasn’t lying though. Her orgasm hit her like a train and she screamed so loudly that she left her own ears ringing. Her pussy exploded around Monster’s invading shaft, and her own shaft expelled a load of magic seed deep into her gut, swelling her body all the more. Sweetie vomited cum and blood as she died, though it was nothing compared to the geyser that resulted when Monster went off, Sweetie’s muzzle spraying out cream like a fire hose, splashing onto the ceiling and raining down on them.

Rarity felt herself being filled as well, and didn’t particularly want her insides to burst yet if she could help it. She still had her horn free though, and Monster didn’t seem to mind when it glowed brightly. Rarity teleported a large batch of the cum out, letting it rain down on them just as Sweetie’s was.

Monster eyed Rarity a bit, but wasn’t ready to act on it apparently, as it kept fucking Sweetie.

Soon it wasn’t just cum and blood splurting out of Sweetie’s dead maw, but chunks of organs as well, a new batch forced out with each thrust. Rarity continued to corpse-fuck her sister’s asshole, though eventually Monster began to use its magic to pull all of Sweetie’s guts out, including the strand of intestines that Rarity had been fucking, as well as her womb and vagina. By the time it stopped, Sweet was little more than a rib cage wrapped in flesh.

Finally Monster drew itself back, allowing Rarity at least to back away, fluid raining down her thighs as she did, not that you could tell with her already being coated in it. She watched as Monster began snapping off Sweetie’s legs one at a time, quite literally turning her into a condom. Oh Celestia, it was going to fuck her with that. That was too bad, since she could probably have made a nice outfit from that skin.

“You know,” Rarity batted her eyes; it was worth a try, “Betraying my sister was so much more fun than I even imagined. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if I stayed alive long enough to betray a friend? Let’s see... she said Fluttershy, so is Rainbow and Pinkie still alive?”

Monster nodded at it continued its task, careful not to take too much flesh with the legs.

“How about this,” suggested Rarity, “I have an amusing idea about how to kill Rainbow Dash. If you like it, perhaps you’d let me live long enough to help?”

Monster finished with the legs and looked at her casually, as if to say ‘I’m listening’.