Equestria's Finest Hour

As soon as Pinkie arrived back from her trip, she was instructed to get the fuck out of town, but Pinkie never listened. Instead she decided to confirm what they were saying by going to the morgue. And, well, what they had told her turned out to be true.

Here she sat on the floor of the cold room, looking over the beds in front of her, which contained one corpse per bed, except when they were attached at least. She stared at them, particularly Rainbow, Rarity, and Fluttershy, and frowned. Her mane was so straight that she might could have cut somepony with it.

“Why would anypony do this?” Pinkie asked in shock, “They didn’t deserve this.”

“I probably did,” said Fluttershy’s corpse, or at least it did in Pinkie’s deranged mind, “Don’t you remember getting me that cart of filly guides?”

“Well, I never saw what you did to them,” said Pinkie defensively.

“Well they all ended up on missing posters and milk cartons, so I’ll give you three guesses,” Fluttershy said.

“Where were you?” asked Rainbow, “Why weren’t you here helping us?”

“We’re all dead because of you, darling,” Rarity exclaimed.

“You’re a terrible friend!” said Sweetie, even her imaginary voice muffled by being inside Rarity.

“Why were you gone so long?” asked Scootaloo.

Monster had figured that Pinkie would come here, and had been sitting in a corner for most of the time Pinkie was in here, now watching her talk to its previous victims. For some reason it felt the need to wait until Pinkie was definitely depressed; it seemed like she’d be dangerous even to Monster if she were happy.

“Well my visit carried over, but it wasn’t my fault!” Pinkie said defensively, “See Daddy and Limestone had a disagreement about whether to put the sign pointing to the mine at the roadside of closer to the mine, and I had to stay to help her murder our parents.”

“Killing somepony only takes a long time if you stop to enjoy it,” said Fluttershy.

“Well I wasn’t gonna enjoy it,” sighed Pinkie, “But Limestone wanted to fuck them and Maud wanted to kill them slowly. ‘You only get to murder your parents once.’ Limestone told us.”

“So you HAD to stay and help?” Rarity asked.

“Well, it’s just I didn’t want to make Maud any sadder,” Pinkie claimed, “She’s already depressed because her and Boulder haven’t been able to conceive, and I don’t want her to feel any worse.”

“You should go back there,” Sweetie suggested, “Back home, and have your sisters murder you.”

“Yeah, they’d to itif you asked nicely,” Scootaloo agreed.

“Fuck me!” Rainbow demanded randomly.

“Yeah you’re right,” Pinkie said, then quirked an ear, “Fuck you? Uh, okay.”

Pinkie got up and trotted over to the other end of Rainbow, but hesitated.

“Wow you’re... gaping,” Pinkie pointed out, “I don’t think a whole leg would even touch the sides, and Scootaloo is sort of in there too.”

“Just grind on my face or something,” Rainbow helpfully suggested, “Crack my head off if it makes it easier.”

“That seems okay I guess,” said Pinkie without much enthusiasm.

Pinkie climbed over Rainbow’s bloated corpse, grasping her head with both forelegs and rather easily snapping it off after a few good yanks. She tumbled back onto the floor when it came free, but didn’t seem to mind. She lazily walked to a free bed, climbing up into it.

She lay comfortably on her back, pushing Rainbow’s face between her thighs, and began grinding on that terror-stricken expression. Pinkie’s pussy was already drenched due to her subconscious desire to fuck corpses, and soon a nice slick sound was audible in the otherwise quiet morgue. She relaxed and grunted, hind legs up and splayed out.

It was at this point that Monster trotted over, standing next to Pinkie and looking down at her face. Pinkie looked back up, though her eyes were a bit unfocused, and didn’t slow down her grinding.

“Oh hello,” said Pinkie, “Did you want to use this head? Cause I’m not really done with it; maybe you can use Rarity’s head. It looked pretty loose too.”

Stare.

“Did you know my friends?” Pinkie asked.

Nod.

“Well I won’t take long with the head,” Pinkie assured, “I’m about to get off, then I’m going home so the monster won’t find me.”

Monster nodded and pointed a hoof at itself.

“Oh you wanted to come to get away from the monster too?” Pinkie asked.

Nod.

“Sure that’s fine... hold on just a bit,” Pinkie said, tensing up and squeaking a bit. Her thrusting against Rainbow’s face became erratic before she doused it with a healthy burst of cunt honey, an impressive amount considering that magic wasn’t involved.

Pinkie phewed, rolling out of the bed. Maybe she was less pent-up, but she wasn’t any less depressed, seeming to barely hold herself up as she walked, placing Rainbow’s freshly-wet head back in its place.

“Can I ride you?” asked Pinkie, “You’re big and I’m sort of depressed that all my friends are dead.”

Monster nodded; anything to expedite the trip.

Marble didn’t do much. Pinkie had her parties, Limestone ran the farm and mines, and Maud was going to rock college, but Marble was just sort of there. That’s not to say she was useless. Her sisters made use of her every chance they got. It was in fact the real reason she was so quiet; she was afraid of doing the wrong thing and being punished for it later in private. But they usually punished her anyway for taking up so much fucking space.

That and the fact that they’d ripped out her tongue when she was ten while raping her. They told their parents that Marble slipped on very slippery ice and got it cut off, and she didn’t dispute the account.

Now the torment wasn’t just for later in private though. With their parents out of the way, they could be less discreet about what they did to Marble. She had quickly gone from occasional rape victim to full-time fuck slave.

She blamed herself; she was so worthless that this was the only task that they could think of for her to do. At least she’d had a small respite in being allowed to help off the parents, though that was less because they wanted to give her a turn and more because it was more humiliating for them to be tortured by the weak and pathetic one.

It was morning now, and Marble had pulled herself out of bed early so that she could go downstairs and eat before anypony else did. She had barely poured herself a nice bowl of Pop Rocks before she heard Limestone clearing her throat from behind her. Damnit.

“What the FUCK are you doing, Marble?” Limestone snarled.

“I do not remember giving permission for her to eat,” Maud said as she came down the stairs, “Did you give her permission?”

“Are you eating without asking us, fuck-nugget?” Limestone asked.

“Mm-hm,” Marble said quietly, spitting out the mouthful of cereal. I hadn’t occurred to her that she’d need to get permission to do basic things now. She wasn’t sure how to ask permission either; maybe bring them a cereal box and point at it.

“We should damage her,” Maud suggested, “Where is the branding iron?”

“I left it next to Mom’s corpse,” Limestone told Maud, then pointed at Marble, “Get your scrawny whore-ass out to Holder’s Boulder and wait for us to come hurt you.”

“Mm-hm,” Marble said dejectedly.

Marble cleaned up her mess, lest they decide to hurt her more for that, and then slowly headed out to Holder’s Boulder, sitting herself on the ground in front of it. They could have never had their Marble-rape-sessions out here before, but now she expected they’d have one in every spot on the farm. Still, this would probably be the most common place, since Limestone liked grinding on the boulder so much.

Marble took a deep breath, sitting at the boulder and looking away from the house, trying not to think about what they were planning with the branding iron. She really hoped they didn’t take her cutie mark, not that she expected to ever use that talent again.

“I want to set her on fire and put her out with a hammer,” Maud suggested blandly from behind Marble.

“As much as I’d like to see that,” chuckled Limestone, “Let’s focus on less lethal stuff for now.”

Marble turned to face them, and it took all her nerve to look up and sadly look into her sister’s eyes. She wished she hadn’t, as Limestone immediately cracked her across the face with a branding iron.

“Dumb cum-dumpster,” snarled Limestone, “Don’t fucking look us in the face without permission!” She came down on Marble’s head again, grinning as she did so, “Do it again...” And once again smashed the iron into Marble’s head as the poor mare collapsed onto the ground, “And I’ll gouge out your fucking eye! Under-fucking-stand?”

“Mm-hm,” sobbed Marble as pain shot through her head, looking down at the ground to see her own blood slowly puddling there. She was going to get punished a lot in the next few days it seemed, since she didn’t know what she wasn’t allowed to do until she’d done it.

“You owe her an apology,” Maud said, to Marble of course.

“Mm-hm,” Marble whimpered, only to squeal again when Limestone slammed the iron down on her cranium again.

“Refer to us properly, worthless cunt!” Limestone screamed, “Say ‘sorry MISTRESS’, because we sure aren’t your sisters anymore.”

“-orry mtess!” Marble squeaked in panic, saying it as good as she could without her tongue. She covered her head with her forelegs, which only resulted in the iron slamming down on her again, sending a jolt of pain through her leg before she pulled them back, sobbing bitterly onto the ground.
“Say it right next time, or there’s more where that came from” Limestone replied.

While Limestone was smacking Marble around, Maud casually started a fire in a fire pit nearby, the same one they’d used yesterday for their parents. Once she had it nice and hot, she casually grabbed the brand from Limestone, placing it into the fire. Marble’s blood steamed off of it as it heated up. Limestone glared at Maud as if she didn’t like her snatching the iron in front of their slave, but had to deal with it. Had Limestone tried to take it back, it would have only resulted in her getting beaten with it too.

Limestone kicked Marble over onto her back, Marble coughing up blood and averting her gaze from Limestone’s face. She did get a better look at the iron that was heating up nearby. Maud had shaped it into the words ‘Rape Toy’; she was quite quick at such things.

Her view was quickly obstructed by Limestone’s plot though, and even as she choked up more blood, Marble obediently grasp Limestone about the flanks and pushed her muzzle against her slit. Cunt honey drooled profusely into Marble’s muzzle, Limestone’s arousal from hurting Marble only making the slave feel more worthless.

Marble wasn’t sure what to do as she lapped. She knew that Limestone liked it rough, so she’d enjoy it most if Marble gnawed just a bit, but at the same time Marble worried that nibbling might be used as another excuse to hurt her.

“Use your teeth, fucking wuss,” Limestone gave her an answer, though unfortunately it came with a hoof kicking Marble’s own slit several times. Marble nibbled at Limestone’s labia, tugging at the flesh and letting it snap back, then yelped again as Limestone added a few kicks, “And that’s for not being wet for your Mistress.”

Marble was very dry, not that she could help it. All she could do was weep and eat out her sister’s cunt as good as she could, lapping her tongue stub as deeply into the slick flesh as she could between tugs at Limestone’s lips, biting down hard on Limestone’s clit, which just made the mare groan and shiver more.

Limestone gave Marble’s pussy the same treatment, knowing that she hated it. She felt a sting every time Limestone tugged at her flesh, pulling as far as she could before letting it snap back. Limestone didn’t bother with intermittent tongue laps, instead concentrating on dragging her teeth over the sensitive flesh. Marble tried to think ‘happy thoughts’ to get herself wet, but could only manage to get slightly moist.

“It hot yet?” Limestone asked Maud between laps, “I don’t want this rape hole to ever experience pleasure again.”

As Limestone spread Marble’s hind legs, the slave realized what they were about to do, but could only whimper and continue the gnaw-job she was giving Limestone. Limestone pulled her head back, watching with sadistic pleasure as she continued to grind her slit against Marble’s face. Maud was intentionally slow, Marble’s legs shivering more violently the closer she felt the heat to her most sensitive spot.

Marble cried out wonderfully as the scalding metal touched flesh, Limestone moaning in response at the vibrations that the screams provided. Maud dragged the edge of the branding iron along Marble’s lips, making sure to burn them well. She mashed the metal against them until the flesh boiled and stuck against it, then pulled it back, taking bits of flesh with it. It seared at her clit, then as Maud pulled it back, Limestone bit down, twisting her head and ripping Marble’s former pleasure button clean off.

Once she was certain that Marble wouldn’t be feeling anything good from getting used, Maud placed the brand flat against Marble’s cunt and breasts, burning the words ‘Rape Toy’ into her belly squarely between her thighs. The soft flesh of her breasts burned best, one tit seeming to burst, sending a stream of steam-milk into the air.

Maud held it there far longer than she needed to, until Marble went hoarse from screaming. Limestone groaned and poured fun goo all over Marble’s face and into her muzzle, making her gag all the more.

“This is so amazing, sis!” Limestone said to Maud, shivering and riding her orgasm out long and hard, “We can do anything to her we want now! Oh I will never get tired of seeing this bitch suffer.”

“I am pleased by her suffering as well,” Maud said, pulling the iron back, careful not to take too much flesh lest the words not be burned clearly. Maud sounded and looked impassive as she placed the iron back in the fire, but the juice flowing down her thighs showed how much she was enjoying this.

“Give me one of those futa-whatsit-potions,” Limestone said, “I’m gonna fuck this bleeding cunt raw.”

“Dibs,” Maud said, “You brand her flanks.”

Limestone grumbled, but stood up all the same, heading over to the fire pit to make sure the brand was heated back up nicely. It was clear who the alpha mare was around here. Though it was fair; Limestone was the only one of them that was on the farm all the time, so she’d have Marble all to herself much of the time.

Marble was trying not to listen to their conversation; it only made things worse. For the moment she just held her legs together as searing pain shot up through her body, making the throbbing in her head seem like nothing.

“Stand and present,” Maud ordered Marble. “I am going to start raping you now. I am not sure when I will stop.”

Marble turned herself over as quickly as she could, pulling herself off the ground on shaking legs and raising her tail. She forced her hind legs apart and lowered her head to the ground, laying it there and covering it with her forehooves as she prepared herself for the next round of torture. Maud retrieved a nice potion and chugged it, not even twitching when her body reshaped itself into a nice throbbing member.

“It angers me that such a worthless thing emerged from the same pussy as us,” Maud told her, as dead-pan as ever, “You know that you deserve this.”

“Mm-hm,” Marble said, and sincerely believed it after having been told such for years.

Maud slowly mounted, pulling her body up atop Marble’s, pulling herself close to the shivering body and hugging around her so that she could feel every twitch. She then pushed her tip against Marble’s charred cunt, which immediately drooled blood down Maud’s length as she penetrated. Marble shrieked, even the little pleasure she normally got from being raped now replaced with agony.

“Look up at me,” directed Maud, wanting to watch the pain on the rape-slut’s face.

Marble did as she was told, tears streaming freely and face twisted as Maud hammered relentlessly. Maud’s powerful hips had rammed through Marble’s cervix on the first thrust, quickly pushing up into her womb as her belly smacked the shaking behind. Marble was barely moist inside, and the blood didn’t help much, her ruined lips dragging back and forth over Maud’s pulsating length. Maud stared at Marble with dead eyes, stroking her cheek with one hoof as if admiring the expression.

Despite her blankness, Maud was bubbling cunt honey down her swinging balls more than she ever had before. She had always had to limit her ‘affections’ for Marble lest their parents find out, but now she could really make this bitch suffer, the bitch that dared to share a womb with Maud’s favorite sister and lover. No amount of Marble’s suffering would atone, but Maud was going to give it her best.

Branding Marble wasn’t easy with her flank getting pounded, though most of the trouble for Limestone was lining up the brand. Once she managed to press it against the proper spot, all she had to do was hold it, the heat quickly melting flesh and sticking to the flank, moving back and forth with Marble’s pounded plot. Limestone grinned at how Marble thrashed in pain, her own cunt drooling fresh spunk.

“Better get used to this, FORMER sister,” Limestrone growled as she pulled the brand away, popping it back into the fire to make sure it was fully heated for the other side, “Huh, maybe we should lop her legs off and make her a fuck pillow.”

“No,” grunted Maud, “We would have to spoon feed her and clean up her shit if we did that.”

“Eh, valid point,” admitted Limestone.

“Once she fucks up enough, we can dismember her before ending her useless life,” assured Maud.

“Can’t argue with that!” grinned Limestone, pulling the brand from the fire again.

Maud rolled her eyes back ever so slightly. Marble sobbed harder as, despite her injuries, her marehood betrayed her by creaming itself, though it caused more stinging pain than pleasure for her, and what bubbled out around Maud’s shaft was more blood than cum. Maud grasped Marble more firmly, almost to the point that she couldn’t breathe, which typically meant she was about to blow a load herself.

And this was how Pinkie and Monster found them. Limestone branding the opposite flank, and Maud arching her back as she blew a hot load into Marble’s rape hole, cum spraying out around the penetration even as Marble’s belly swelled with the load.

“Hey sis, sis and rape-thing,” Pinkie greeted drearily, still riding ponyback on Monster.

Monster quirked an eyebrow at the scene, then looked up at Pinkie, noting that she didn’t seem to have an opinion on it. As fucked up as ponies clearly were, it was impossible to feel bad about murdering them all.

“Who do I need to kill?” Maud said upon the realization that Pinkie was sad, ceasing her thrusting and yanking free of Marble, leaving her to tumble to the ground.

“Who’s your deformed buddy?” Limestone asked.

Limestone tossed the branding iron into the fire, then chugged one of the futa potions herself. She twitched a great deal more than Maud had, but also moaned slightly, then staggered over to where Marble lay. Figuring that that thing with Pinkie was probably okay with this sort of thing if it was arriving with Pinkie, Limestone went ahead and kicked Marble into rolling over, forcing her onto her back with her legs spread before climbing on.

“Oh, this almost-pony saved me from the thing that murdered all my friends in Ponyville,” sighed Pinkie, “I thought he-she-it could hide out with me for a few days while he-she-it finds another place to go. Also I think I need to stay here permanently.”

“I already called Mom and Dad’s old room for myself,” Limestone made clear, “And friend-thing, don’t forget that I’m in charge, so don’t get in the way and don’t play with this toy without asking.”

“I will go murder the murder-thing after resting from fun-happy-times,” Maud informed them.

“I’d rather you not fight this thing,” Pinkie shook her head.

“We can all take it together,” Limestone suggested, flopping her throbbing dick onto Marble’s belly, then surprising Marble by ramming it up her tail pipe instead of her freshly-raped cunt. Marble squealed adorably, only for Limestone to slam a hoof down on her throat to make her gag. Limestone kept an eye on Pinkie and Monster, but began rapid, sloppy thrusting all the same.

“I will use Maud-sense to find it,” Maud informed them, the concentrated for a few moments before coming to the realization, “Fuck.”

To her credit, Maud bravely charged Monster with intent to kill, but as strong as she was, she was still a dirt pony, and found herself lifted off the ground and running in place. Monster took hold of them all, tugging Pinkie off its back and pulling Limestone and Marble apart.

“Hey, it’s my turn!” Limestone growled, thinking that the new-thing was going to steal her turn. It was, in a way.

“Pinkie,” Maud peered at her sister, “This is the murder-thing.”

“Oh,” Pinkie blinked, then chuckled nervously, “Oops.”

“Celestia-damnit Pinkie!” Limestone groaned. “I hope you die first!”

“Rape-Toy should die first,” pointed out Maud, “She is the most useless.”

“Mm-hm,” agreed Marble.

Monster pondered. It should probably kill Marble last, not because she deserved to die last, but because murdering an innocent was hotter. She’d be like desert. On the other hoof, Maud seemed the most protective, so it could be fun to have her watch her sisters bite it.

“Save yourself,” said Maud, tossing Boulder toward the house.

Monster quirked an eyebrow at that. Dammit. Every time it thought ponies couldn’t get weirder. Oh well, time to get to work. It pulled the branding iron from the fire, and being one of the master race, was able to keep it permanently hot. It even used its magic to fashion a few more out of nearby metal. It was trivial for it to reshape the metal at will to burn in anything it wanted.

Marble was innocent and adorable even with her maiming. It would make her suffering that much hotter, but also made Monster want to give her a tiny amount of justice, which was why it had chosen this torture. It positioned them so that Marble had the best view of her three sisters so she could want the agony on the face of her tormentors.

That wasn’t the only thing that was on their faces. Monster fashioned the branding irons to say “Snuff Slut”. It hovered them by each pony, though it did Marble first. It wanted to use her as an example for the others, and doing her separate from the others would let her better enjoy their torment. Monster figured that this was being kind by pony standards.

Marble squealed loudly, if cutely, when Monster pressed one iron against the side of her face. It pulled her muzzle shut so that writing would show when it was closed, and held it there for long enough for it to smoke. Marble was probably the most used to pain, so she was taking it more as a ‘not again’ thing, but she was still sobbing immediately. She squeaked as it was pulled back, taking bits of flesh with it and leaving word imprinted from her muzzle to the back of her jaw.

It turned to the other three and turned their brands around all at once.

“Oh fuck no!” Limestone freaked out the most when she saw what would happen. Limestone was the opposite of Marble; she’d probably never felt more pain than a sprained hoof in her life, so when the metal touched her flesh, she screamed even through her tightly cleaned muzzle, spasms rocking her as she kicked all her legs. As if that wasn’t enough to lose her dignity in front of Marble, she pissed herself as well, not seeming to notice the urine drooling down her thighs and then being flung off as she kicked.

Maud took it the best, despite not being much less sheltered than Limestone. She watched the iron passively, then leaned into it as it touched her as if to get it over with. Her eyes did water, and they got a nice shiver out of her, but that was the most for now. She looked relieved for a moment when it was drawn away before pulling back to her blank face.

Pinkie wasn’t just used to pain, she enjoyed it. She’d often allowed ponies to take out their rage on her to cheer them up, enough that they kept a room reserved for her at the Ponyville hospital. She leaned into it as well, but rolled her eyes back and groaned, her legs shivering for a different reason, actually getting quite wet from the searing pain.

“Limestone,” Maud said as the brands were pulled away, “Please attempt to maintain dignity on the next one.”

“The next one?” Limestone asked, choking on sobs as much as Marble, “How many?”

“Probably until we’re almost dead,” Pinkie sighed, then shrugged, “But hay, we can’t stop it, may as well enjoy it!”

Monster seemed disappointed at Maud and Pinkie’s lack of negative reaction, but no matter. It shaped the brands into, “Impregnate” this time, which was an odd choice for a creature that had never left a victim alive enough to be pregnant.

This one it moved around behind Marble, raising her tail up out of the way. Despite her already having one there, it seemed intent on giving her another. She squeed in frustration at having to go through that again, then squealed when the stabbing pain ripped through her. It was a small mercy that some of her nerves there were too fried to feel much, but it definitely didn’t make much of a difference.

“Um, are balls are in the way to...” Limestone said, “Aw fuck.”

Not only did Monster not move the balls, it intentionally pulled them, back to make sure they’d get branded. Limestone tried to be dignified like Maud said, but that only lasted until the brand not only burned but crushed her balls, body pressing against iron until they literally popped from the intense heat, smoldering goo oozing down as the brand burned both the remains and the flesh beneath. Similar to how they did Marble, Monster followed up by searing the flesh there, making sure that nothing like pleasure was going to come from it again.

Monster grinned at Maud, thinking that the ball crushing would certainly make her crack. It crushed her the same as it did Limestone, balls bursting so violently that there was an audible pop. Somehow Maud reacted even less though, as if she’d mentally prepared herself for true agony now. She turned to stare at him even as smoke floated up from her nethers; a clear challenge. Monster maimed her vulva and clit as well, but wondered if it was even robbing her of anything. Did she even feel pleasure?

Monster thought about giving Pinkie a futa potion to chug to make a matched set, but feared she would only enjoy that more. At least he could rob her vulva of the ability to feel pleasure. She grunted when the brand hit her, orgasmic juice splattering out onto the brand and evaporating. Monster rolled its eyes, but all the same burned out the area well. It tried to do even better for Pinkie, forming a staff with the red-hot iron and pushing it into her pussy, ramming it all the way to her cervix and giving her a brief brand-fuck.

Pinkie shrieked, but it was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. Either way, her body began to convulse madly, clearly feeling pain as she never had, the pole scorching her sensitive flesh and pulling bits off as it passed. Monster gave it one more ram all the way to the back of her womb, then yanked it fully free.

Pinkie actually vomited from the agony, though it looked like her last meal had been almost entirely whip cream. After gagging a few moments, she tried very hard to groan, but just squeaked quietly instead. Well that was a victory then. Now if it could just get Maud. Somehow it didn’t think just increasing the magnitude of pain would be enough though.

Ah ha! That rock thing that she had told to save itself; maybe it was a ‘friend’ like Pinkie seemed to be friends with corpses, and every inanimate object they passed on their way here. It shifted about, looking at different rocks around the area to find it.

“Don’t do that,” Maud said, mono-tone, but somehow it felt like it was dripping in warning.

There it is! Monster picked up Boulder, picked up two larger rocks, and prepared to smash it apart between them.

Mud ponies definitely shouldn’t be able to break out of its telekinesis, even if it wasn’t paying much attention to holding them, so Monster didn’t see streak of blind rage until it took a hoof to the head, Maud delivering a flying hind-kick that actually left Monster tumbling to the ground, and all those it had been holding doing the same.

“You are gonna find out a whole new meaning to pain!” Limestone screamed at Marble, assuming Maud was about to kick its ass and then it would be time to hurt Marble again.

“Mm-hm,” Marble squeaked, and for once, hoped her sister didn’t win. Dying seemed preferable to what Limestone would probably do to her.

Maud followed up with a spinning kick, moving head over heel to uppercut the monster, sending it flying up in the air. Monsters jaw cracked loudly as it broke. It tried to right itself, flapping wings randomly, shaking its head as it dealt with throbbing pain.

Well at least now that it was in the sky she couldn’t... why was she above it?

Apparently Maud could either jump really high or teleport when nopony was looking, because she was waiting at the top. She grabbed one wing, snapping it cleanly from Monster’s momentum, then stomped its head with both hind hooves to send it flying to the ground.

It landed solidly on its back, and Maud came down with all four hooves on its chest. Ribs cracked, and came very close to giving out completely, sending shards of bone stabbing into its lungs. The impact to its gut caused part of its intestines and vagina to literally splurt out of its rear holes, not unlike a certain sibling.

Maud probably should have gotten the head, but she didn’t, because with virtually anyone in Equestria, this would be beyond lethal. Monster, however, had enough energy to rain a bunch of weak bolts of energy at Maud’s face, not doing much to harm her, but blinding her for a moment all the same. It was enough that it could grab her hooves and roll, sending her tumbling into the nearby fire pit. It used all its energy, heaving the hinged iron lid down atop her.

Maud couldn’t fit all the way, but her upper half was learning what fried chicken felt like. She pushed herself up with her front hooves, prying with her hind. Normally she could have jumped, but with the lid bearing down on her, she couldn’t get the momentum to launch herself. Monster didn’t need to be in very good health to hold her there, its weight doing all it needed.

Limestone was too busy informing Marble of everything she was going to do to her to see this, and Marble was too busy dreading it to see. It probably would have helped if Maud screamed.

Pinkie, however, charged in, though it was more of a stagger than a run, blood literally pouring down her thighs and leaving a trail behind her. She put all her weight against Monster, but wasn’t nearly as large, and sure as hell didn’t have a healing factor knitting her back together. Monster was able to toss her back onto her back with its magic.

Maud felt and smelt her flesh cooking, hoofing at the bottom of the pit through the charred logs helplessly. By the time she collapsed, most of her flesh was burned, her eyes popping from the heat and drooling down her face.

It wasn’t her time yet though, apparently. Once Monster was better, and had pushed its entrails back into their proper places, it pulled open the fire pit and yanked Maud out. Limestone and Marble had noticed too late, and were now held with its magic.

“Aw fuck,” Limestone groaned.

Maud felt her body knitting itself back together too though, as Monster actually healed her enough to keep her from dying, giving her a decent if furless wrapping of flesh, and even healing her eyes. Her eyes were healed for a very specific reason. He yanked her free, and shoved her belly-down onto the ground. He placed one rock right in front of her face, Boulder atop that one, and smashed the other down onto it.

Boulder, and Maud’s mind, cracked into too many pieces to count. Maud went limp; there was no way to save Boulder now, so why go on? She stared into nothing, tears streaming down her eyes, a little peep of a cry coming out every few seconds. Monster would take it. Monster reshaped an iron to redo the brand on Maud’s face, and this time she actually cried out, if only for a second before returning to her stare. Monster would take it.

When Monster’s horn lit up and stretched all their bodies into a fresh set of male parts, they expected it was just to destroy them again in some way. It wasn’t, strangely.

Limestone struggled as Monster grabbed her, growling defiantly, even if everypony knew she’d bawl like a bitch the moment the pain started. She didn’t have to though. Instead of being harmed she was just placed into a standard head-down-ass-up position. Monster pointed at Marble, then at Limestone.

Marble didn’t want to be close to Limestone or Monster equally, but she said her ‘mm-hm’ and limped over. Limestone growled when Marble got close, clearly not liking this choice, but couldn’t do anything as Marble tugged herself awkwardly atop Limestone’s rear.

Marble had never used a penis, and her first few jabs just poked at Limestone’s burnt flesh, Limestone growling more loudly each poke. Monster didn’t bother helping, but Marble eventually got it, pushing between the pleasure-less lips. Marble’s eyes widened at the feel of warm flesh around a shaft, and couldn’t stop herself from pushing all the way to Limestone’s cervix. She began a slow thrust, which sped slightly when Marble looked down to see that Limestone was crying. She found herself understanding why her sisters found it so fun to torment her.

Monster put a hoof onto Pinkie’s nose as if to boop her, then pointed at Marble. Pinkie grumbled like she was being asked to do a disliked chore, and staggered over to Marble. Pinkie collapsed several times along the way, and by the time she got to Marble’s twitching rump, she had to drag herself up off the ground, swaying with Marble’s continued hammering.

Pinkie was better at poking, and just pushed her tip into position so that Marble forced herself onto it on the outstroke. Marble was so lost in the new pleasure, thrusting so fast, that Pinkie’s cock was half way in before Marble could react to the pain. Pinkie grasped her around the flanks and started to thrust, and after a moment Marble continued her own movements, turning into more of a pelvis-ping-pong game with Marble’s hips.

Before adding Maud, Monster did a bit of preparation, wanting her to have it the best. Heating up dual iron pokers, it first burned around the surface of her twin fun-holes, then shoved deep, burning out any chance of pleasure as he’d done with Pinkie. Steam and blood pouring from her cunt and ass, Maud was finally sobbing properly for the first time in her life.

Monster pulled the spikes free and pointed Maud toward Pinkie, but she wasn’t willing to move anymore. She finally had to be dragged telekinetically to be put into place. Maud went limp even when placed atop Pinkie, so Monster pushed her into Pinkie itself. Pinkie squealed, and unlike in Marble’s case, the pleasure in her cock couldn’t even come close to making up for her tortured flesh having dry flesh rubbed against it, bits of flesh coming out with the blood after just a few thrusts as Maud immediately went womb-deep.

Marble smiled to herself when Pinkie’s cries of pain joined Limestone. She slammed as hard as she could, and as a Pie sister was plenty stroke enough to beat down the wall to Limestone’s cervix. Marble was so excited when her belly began to smack against Limestone’s trembling body that she leaned forward and lapped at the burns on Limestone’s face, tasting her tears even as she irritated the flesh.

The sound of all three of her sisters weeping was beautiful to Marble, the ones that she had sobbed for were now bawling like infants. She creamed herself from the chorus of pain, somehow, though most of what came out from her pussy was blood. Her shaft didn’t fire off, oddly enough, but it was pulsating happily all the same.

It mattered not that Maud didn’t move. Monster moved up behind her and invaded both burned out holes, thick shafts dragging along the inside, though again strangely, it had shrank its own shafts so that they’d be deep without being fatal. Maud’s crying couldn’t get much more, but her body began to convulse as both her fun-holes became pain factories, Monster glad to fuel them.

Monster began to move sideways, bending the fuck-train slowly, eventually waggling its own rump at a confused, crying Limestone. It raised its tail and growled, offering its slit. \

Limestone didn’t like the idea of pleasuring it, but also didn’t want to be left out since everypony else got to have a cock in someone. She thrust as violently as she could, and found that not only did Monster’s cervix give easily, it practically sucked her in, as if her whole womb was massaging at her just as much as her vagina. Monster was rewarding Limestone for being the most evil; apparently it rewarded both least and most. Limestone’s crying died down a bit, making Marble sigh in disappointment.

Once everypony there was in another pony’s pussy, there was a constant flow of squishes and slaps, not to mention both moans and sobbing. Marble, not liking that Limestone was now enjoying herself a bit, seemed to decide that Limestone should die by her own hooves. Marble reached both hooves around Limestone’s neck and yanked back, Limestone struggling and gagging as her breath was cut off.

Unfortunately for Marble, Monster didn’t want Limestone dead yet, so when it glanced back and saw what Marble was doing, each of her front legs twisted at the knee, which shattered into shards of bone and swollen flesh as she cried out.

“Yeah learn your place, bitch,” Limestone coughed, glad to have something to demean Marble for.

Marble was quickly crying again with her legs snapped, but also throbbing uncontrollably as she pounded into Limestone, balls tightening up and muscles tensing as if her body was going to blow the load regardless of her opinion about it. When she did go off, she expected a blast relief to offset the pain for a moment at least, but got stabbing pains. The cum that blasted into Marble was thick and gooey, sticking to the walls of her womb and not flowing back.

Marble’s balls tightened up more, and the swelling that had been her balls was crushed together and then forced through her shaft like a lump, stretching her urethra all the way down before it was finally spit out inside Limestone, then coated with more layers of goo. It left Marble’s sack as only a limp bit of flesh.

Her pained pussy convulsed as well, but the joy of the juicy convulsions around her shaft was ruined when her own cock did the same, blasting sticky goop into Marble’s foal factory, followed by what Pinkie thought were her balls being pushed through the tiny hole and into Marble.

Pinkie definitely wasn’t loving this; it seemed like unlike some of the masochists Monster had killed, Pinkie actually had a limit of pain that she was willing to moan at. It surprised Monster that the Pies were the one to defy this expectation.

Maud didn’t seem to even notice Monster grasping at her shaft and milking her into her orgasmic bliss. Her crying had tapered off, but rose to a high pitch again as she blasted a load as well, the bulge the size of a large apple forced up through her shaft and into Pinkie in front of her. Pinkie wailed too as the thick bulge put pressure on her ruined insides as well.

Monster was the only one to moan when it blew the load. It pulled free of Maud’s ass for a moment, suddenly ramming both thick shafts into Maud’s pussy, and soon was splattering two loads of thick sap into Maud’s womb. It felt every bit as horrible to Monster, even though it could have easily prevented the pain for itself, and doubly so with separate bulges heading out of each shaft. The two masses splurted out, and rather than settling next to one another like two eggs, they melded together to leave a somewhat larger package inside Maud; a special gift from Monster to her.

Then, Monster did the last thing they’d ever expect. It withdrew from Maud, bucked Limestone off its plot, and casually walked off the way it and Pinkie had come from, leaving the four ponies completely alive and not lethally injured.

“Oo!” Marble screamed as close to a ‘no’ as she could as Monster left.

Pinkie was shivering and hugging against Maud now, but Maud wasn’t doing anything. Just hanging limply and staring as if her mind had left the building. Limestone, rather than starting up her Marble-abuse fresh as one might expect, staggered over to Maud and hugged her as well. Even Marble sighed and dragged herself over, groaning in pain from the pressure on her knees, then draped her broken legs around Maud in a sorta-hug.

“This touchy feely shit doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” Limestone growled over Maud’s shoulder at Marble.

“Mm-hm,” sighed Marble.