Equestria's Finest Hour

Luna snuggled into her bed for the night, ready to spend the night ‘protecting’ ponies from their bad dreams. Or at least that was the idea. Most nights she protected enough ponies for people to think she was still doing her job, then tormented ponies for the rest of the night. Usually she just let ponies think that she couldn’t get to all the nightmares to stop them, though there were a few that she explicitly let know that she was the one tormenting them.

She was currently with one of those, perhaps her favorite, Pipsqueak. She’d been tormenting him ever since she met him the first Nightmare Night after her return. He didn’t dare ‘tell on’ her, not after she made clear that he and his family’s lives would be forfeit if she did.

Of course, like most of the foals she played with in their sleep, she had no intention of letting him live to adulthood. She wanted to snuff out his little life while he was still young and pure; it was fun to rob a foal of their future for no more reason than to get off. She was going to let him live a few more months, but after all the fun today, she was hyped; a good dream murder was just what she needed.

Actually, she was in the mood to snuff out a few innocent lives, and when she saw what he was dreaming about, she knew just what to do.

Pipsqueak was enjoying a bit of a wet dream. Specifically, he was rather heavily, and adorably, making out with a filly he liked, Zippoorwhill, or a dream version of her at least. Any foal with a name that hard to spell clearly deserved a horrifying death, and it was easy enough to yoink the real Zippoorwhill out of her own dream into this one.

Of course, finding herself ripped from her previous dream about a carnival and suddenly here was a bit disturbing for the filly. The eight-year-old suddenly found herself on her back in a grassy field, Pipsqueak atop her, kissing her passionately and rubbing at her smooth virgin slit with one hoof.

“Hay!” Zippoorwhill squeaked and pushed Pipsqueak off of her, “What was that for?”

“Huh?” Pipsqueak blinked, “You said you wanted to!”

“Naughty,” said Luna, popping into existence above them both.

“Oh bucking hell,” Pipsqueak sighed, “This is a dream, isn’t it?” His eyes immediately began to water, knowing that things went painfully south whenever Luna showed up.

“It is,” Luna smiled gently, “But maybe I’ll forgo the normal torturing of you if you give me a show with your dream-filly here. You know what I like.”

“What?” Pipsqueak seemed confused.

“It’s just a dream,” shrugged Luna, “And all you have to do is snuff her little life out to keep me from tormenting you tonight.”

Most of the time when Luna offered not to torment him, she was lying, but every now and then she wasn’t, so Pipsqueak figured he may as well have a bit of fun if it might keep him sane for the night. It wasn’t like he was killing the real Zippoorwhill after all.

“I guess…” Pipsqueak sounded unenthused, but agreeable.

“Good,” smiled Luna, sitting back on her haunches to idly masturbate. She used her magic to link the two foals’ dream bodies with their real ones, ensuring that tonight, whatever happened to them here would happen to them in real life. It would be so hot tomorrow morning when their parents found their precious foals dead in their beds. It was what they deserved for giving their offspring such stupid names.

“What are you talking about?” Zippoorwhill asked. Luna hadn’t let her see that she was there; all Zippoorwhill could see was Pipsqueak talking to himself and then crawling back toward her.

“I’m talking about this!” Pipsqueak informed her, pushing her flat on her back again. He pushed her chest down with his front hooves as the hind ones slammed down onto her unused slit. It was hard to believe that such a sexy underage twat had never been used by her dad, but that was his loss, unless he wanted to pound it dead when he found her corpse.

Zippoorwhill cried out in confusion and pain as Pipsqueak forced her legs apart and punched her solidly in the nose. As she gagged on the blood nose oozing into her muzzle, he grasped hold of a stick next to them on the ground, ramming it against her left eye. It earned a scream as the eye gave under the pressure and popped, only to be stirred about by him to add to her misery.

Pipsqueak wasn’t especially into this sort of thing, but he knew what Luna liked, and he was going to do everything he could to sate her so that she wouldn’t feel the need to torment him tonight. All the same, when Zipphoorwhill began to sob more loudly, he felt his shaft grow painfully hard against her soft belly. He pulled it back, pushing it against the virgin slit and forcing it within.

His little boy dick was hardly satisfactory, so Luna made sure to grow it a bit, and soon the filly was having a stallion-sized shaft forced into her bleeding cunt. Pipsqueak groaned at the incredible tightness around him as he slammed against her cervix, immediately pounding at the inner door to get fully into her womb.

Luna purred at the sight, rubbing her own slit with one hoof as the other stroked Pipsqueaks thrusting behind, enjoying the feel of sweat as the foal got further into his lewd act.

“I lied, by the way,” Luna informed him, “I actually pulled the real Zippoorwhill into your dream.”

“Huh?” Pipsqueak barely registered what she said, but couldn’t keep his hips from moving as he pounded through into that hot little womb. He couldn’t stand it; he wanted to be balls deep even if this was hurting his real crush. After all, it was still just a dream for her too right?

He felt a little ashamed though when he realized it felt even better knowing that he was hurting the real filly. He finally fit his entire shaft inside, though had to puncture through the back of her womb to get it all the way in. He shivered at the feel of her organs, punching the air out of her lungs with each thrust, feeling the thump of her tiny heart against his oversized shaft.

“Please stop!” Zippoorwhill shrieked even as he rammed the sharp stick into her good eye, leaning down to slurp the bits from the first stabbed eye into his muzzle and swallowing it down.

Much to Luna’s delight, she realized that somepony was trying to wake Zippoorwhill up, meaning that her father had probably found her in bed. She intensified her hold on the filly, ensuring she could never wake again.

Indeed her father had come to check on her, and was now panicking as he watched his daughter’s eyes burst into blood and pus as she screamed. She looked as if she was pinned down, but no one was atop her. He could even see her hot little pussy wrenched open wide, her lips pushing in and out as if an invisible cock was raping her.

He had no idea what was happening, but he did know that there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about this. In fact, he realized that his cock was sliding rapidly from its sheath watching his daughter go through such agony... Oh well, might as well.

He grabbed hold of his daughter, picking her up and laying back in the puddle of her blood already soaked into her sheets. He pushed his tip against her gaping cunt, and forced his way inside. He moaned as he felt her insides churn around his throbbing cock from her torment, pushing all the way back past her womb, and began thrusting her up and down, using the tiny filly like a fleshlight.

In the dream, Zippoorwhill felt incredible agony, fully conscious of the thickness of both shafts fucking her simultaneously, tiny cunt rubbed doubly raw inside, her profuse bleeding not enough to lubricate the overstretched hole.

Pipsqueak groaned as he creamed inside her bleeding orifice. Cum and blood flowed down their thighs into the grass as he grasped her hips and pumped it as deeply as he could. He picked up a rock next to him as he continued to cum, smashing it down onto her neck several times as hard as he could. Her neck was crushed, and she began coughing up blood like a water fountain.

Of course now that he couldn’t stop her from dying, it was the best time to let him know.

“By the way,” Luna smirked, “I’ve tied what’s happening here to her in real life, so this is actually happening to her. You just crushed the throat of your crush.”

“What?!” Pipsqueak screeched. He yanked his cock back, allowing more gore to flow into the grass, and reached for her throat. He tried very hard to pull it back out, but there was no way to save her, “I’m sorry! Oh Zip I’m so sorry! I love you!”

The only thing she could do was shake her head, face twisted in horror as her life was ended by someone she thought was her friend.

As her life drained, Luna let her pop back into reality for her last few seconds. Suddenly she found herself atop her father, being impaled upon his throbbing cock as well. She let out a wail of confusion and torment as he rammed his cock right through her. She felt his bloody tip exit her muzzle as she was completely ran through, body convulsing violently around him.

He couldn’t believe how hot it was to murder his daughter; why hadn’t he done this earlier? He groaned one last time as her body shivered to a stop, a fountain of cum shooting up into the air and coating his daughter’s fresh corpse. He didn’t stop even then, rubbing her up and down his shaft.

He had every intention of enjoying her as much as he could while she was still warm. He shivered as he pulled the sloppy corpse off his dick only to turn her around, pushing his tip into her muzzle now, sliding over her limp tongue and into her throat. He pushed her down until his cock tip pushed out through her tiny torn pussy and once again began to stroke her up and down.

Back in the dream world, and in Pipsqueak’s bed in real life, Pipsqueak was sobbing bitterly at having murdered the one he loved. He had never even told her he loved her… well he did just now, but it was highly doubtful that she believed him.

“Why?” Pipsqueak looked up at Luna, who moaned at the emotional agony on his face.

“Because I wanted you to be in torment as you died, and not just physically,” Luna grinned, “That’s right, tonight is the night you die. Tonight is the night your whole family dies!” Luna was shaking violently herself now. Seeing as she had made Pipsqueak’s dream dick, she could feel every ounce of pleasure that he had, but now it was time to end that.

“But you said…” Pipsqueak stammered, but shushed quickly; it wasn’t like Luna had a habit of keeping her dream promises to him. There was no way out of this.

Seeing the despair in his eyes as all hope left was delicious, making Luna groan again. She took control of their environment again, this time causing thorny tentacles to sprout from the ground, each with a dry barbed cock on the end, each one ready to pass its pleasure into Luna’s perverse brain.

She grasped Pipsqueak’s still moist shaft in her magic, twisting and crushing it. His balls popped visibly as he squealed, and she ripped out the entire thing by the roots. No sooner was it torn away than one of the tentacle dicks rammed into the wound where his cock had been.

As the one tentacle forced its way into his gut, literally fucking his wound, another pushed into his tight little asshole, His screams were cut off as still another impaled his throat, though the lack of screaming was more than made up for by the vibrations along the shaft as he attempted to screech.

She pulled him close, hugging him and licking the tears from his face. At the same time, more tentacles sprouted to impale every hole of what was left of Zippoorwhill’s corpse. That corpse was picked up into the air like Pipsqueak, suspended in front of him so he could stare into the look of abject horror on the face of the filly he had just murdered.

Outside of the dream, Zippoorwhill’s father felt her body undulate along his cock. Her body spasmed, then burst open, leaving his face and body drooling with his daughter’s guts. Tentacles sprouted from her corpse as it came apart, and he suddenly found himself getting much the same treatment as Pipsqueak.

One tentacle wrapped about his cock, pulling tight to crush him. He screamed as he felt his balls pop, and another tentacle ram his asshole. His screaming was cut off as another gut-dripping tentacle invaded his muzzle, stretching out his neck and drilling right down into his stomach as it thrusts.

His holes were used up, but other tentacles didn’t feel like waiting their turn. They sharpened into solid spikes and rammed into his gut, and suddenly he found another half dozen holes having been created and raped. One tentacle found its way into one of his lungs, thrusting upwards through his neck and rubbing against the tendril invading his muzzle, bloody tip peaking out of his throat with each thrust.

All he could do was squirm in agony as his guts began to pour out all over his crush’s corpse.

Luna climaxed as she watched Pipsqueak churn and writhe, showering Pipsqueak in cream from her moon pie. The tentacles didn’t go off as of yet; instead, more joined them.

Pipsqueak’s limbs were rent from his body and tossed aside like trash. The tentacles responsible for it immediately rammed into the stumps where the limbs had been, puncturing him again and again. More tentacles invaded him from all directions. One drilled into his belly button, widening the hole and pushing into his gut, slithering against the one fucking his dick wound. Still more rammed into his eyes, puncturing them and then raping the sockets as they oozed out of his head.

Pipsqueak thrashed once more as his life finally began to depart, and that was when Luna’s tentacles came. His body bloated up grotesquely, filling quickly and exploding, showering cum and guts all over the dreamscape, and in real life all over his room. Hearing his screeching, his parents rushed into the room just in time to be showered with their foal’s guts.

Luna moaned, more excited than sated by the beautiful foal-death. She wanted more. Celestia got her massacre, so maybe Luna could enjoy herself and kill a few thousand foals in their sleep tonight.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t get to continue. She found herself being pulled from sleep herself. She groaned, squirming a bit as she awoke, finding herself and her blankets drenched with her own cum from how many times she had blew her load.

She grunted when she saw what had awoken her. It was Celestia, who had crawled into Luna’s rather sticky bed, apparently having cleaned herself after her earlier brutalities. She wasn’t clean anymore though as she was now covered in Luna’s juice. She had her muzzle to Luna’s twat, lapping deeply. Each lick parted her inner walls and suckled out her orgasmic bliss. Who knew how many of her orgasms Celestia had been gulping down, but her belly was quite a bit swollen.

“Sister,” Luna grunted, “You know that I do not like to be disturbed in bed. I have many foals to murder in their sleep tonight, so please remove yourself from my quarters before I murder you in your sleep instead.”

Usually such a threat would have had Celestia retreating or even begging for forgiveness, at least when they were alone like this. Strangely though, Celestia didn’t do any of the sort. She pulled her face away and licked her lips with a disturbingly long tongue, but rather than leaving, she began to crawl up upon Luna to come face to face with her.

“Did you not hear me, sister?” Luna said, “You have ten seconds to remove yourself from my bed before I make the horror of your death legendary.”

Still no reaction? Well this was unlike her.

Suddenly, Luna noticed a bulge about Celestia’s pussy that was quite unlike the norm. Her eyes widened as it swelled and a pair of rather monstrous cocks split the flesh apart and popped out. It wasn’t like she morphed herself with a spell though; it was more like something inside of Celestia’s flesh burst through it.

As the cocks smacked Luna’s sopping wet belly, she charged up her horn to throw Celestia off of her. Celestia reached her muzzle, now filled with rather razor sharp teeth, to Luna’s horn. She grasped hold of it, wrenching it to one side and then the other. Luna felt a stabbing pain through her head as whoever was in Celestia’s flesh snapped her horn right off her head.

“What is the meaning of-“ Luna’s words were cut off by a deep kiss from Monster, gagging on its tongue as it rammed it down her throat.

Luna’s horn was moved downward, Monster grinning into the kiss as it pushed the sharp end against her asshole. It was careful not to let any of her cunt honey get onto it, wanting it to be completely dry, and rammed it hard into her tailhole.

This was immediately followed by its shafts, the lower forcing its way into her asshole after the horn, ramming it up into her gut and through her intestines. The upper one invaded her sloppy cunt, stretching her wide despite how gaping she was from her previous activities.

She tried to scream again, but it only served to make Monster moan from the vibrations of her torment shivering up its tongue as it invaded her all the way down to her stomach. Monster was eating up the fear in her eyes, the terror of another immortal suddenly forced to face death that she never thought would come.

It’s shafts pushed up through her, piercing the back of her womb and intestines, thrusting up into her gut. Her gut swelled with the girth of the twin shafts, and she began vomiting delicious blood as her horn punctured into her stomach, the other shaft stabbing into one of her lungs, robbing her of what little breath she still had.

Her heartbeat drummed hard against the pulsing shafts, and Monster continued to eat up her fear. Her eyes widened as her own horn jabbed up through her throat and pierced the roof of her muzzle. Unable to move her head straight in time, it was shoved right up through her nasal cavity and out the top of her muzzle, right between her eyes.

Monster looped its tongue down through her body as she was torn apart further with each stroke. It lapped the gore from her horn, then wrapped its tongue around both shafts, winding between them and stroking them both off as it sucked itself off right through her body.

Monster roared as it climaxed, continuing to kiss her as it jerked itself off with its tongues and guzzled the bloody cum that poured from her muzzle. Her eyes rolled back as one shaft pierced right through her frantic heart, most of her organs now ground into pulp within her. Monster continued to nurse her muzzle, sucking hard to gulp down the delicious taste of gore and cum.

As its twin cocks poked up through her throat, it gave itself one more lick, then pulled itself free again with a long grotesque slurp. It was a pity that no one would be alive to find her in her bed like this, but it could always come back later to drill her rotten worm-ridden corpse later on.

Monster tore completely free of Celestia’s flesh, leaving her lying next to Luna’s bed like a discarded set of pajamas. It stretched, then headed out of the room on its way to get the last of the princesses, especially eager to murder the infant one.s