Equestria's Finest Hour

Today was the day! The experiments had reached the maturity where they could make more experiments, and they were as excited to do so as Twilight was!

And as a bonus, Twilight had timed it perfectly for her to be hitting her estrus. An alicorn’s estrus hit hard, with an odor so strong that any stallion within a hundred meters of her would get painfully hard. Celestia enjoyed participating in parades or attending high-scale social events during hers, though Twilight usually stayed inside for fear that she’d let an undeserving stallion inside her. She didn’t have the experience controlling it that Celestia did.

Twilight was ravenous, and knew that if she so much as went out to get the mail, she’d rape at least half a dozen stallions. She wanted to avoid that, so she wouldn’t be all gooey before the experiment even started.

Fluttershy was here as well, and had followed Twilight around as she made preparations. Since she was last in the lab, Fluttershy had reached full yandere status in regards to Twilight. Twilight suspected Fluttershy had something to do with the disappearance of Flesh Sentry, both of them, but was too amused by it to confront Fluttershy. Twilight’s suspicions were quite correct though. The pony Flash had claimed that he didn’t even know Twilight, but Fluttershy was on to his games and had put an end to his evil plot to steal her senpai.

Now Fluttershy quietly stared at Twilight’s plot, watching every glistening drop of secretions from her delicious smelling snatch down her thighs, leaning down to lap drops off the floor as they fell.

Twilight’s condition wasn’t doing Spike any favors. There was a time when he would have gotten to be first in line to plow her, but now she was far more interested in experimenting on him. She had a theory that being horny and unsated could kill someone, and didn’t even try to hide this from him. If she were still a unicorn, he would have just run away, but if he did that now, it would only resort in an even more painful death and/or his soul being eaten.

Spike had been sneaking off to get fun-time with Rarity or pity-fucks from Fluttershy, but now he had a chastity device fitted around his crotch. He couldn’t even unlock it to piss, he had to just go and let it drip out the underside and down his legs. Twilight’s constant teasing of him left him rock hard, pressed painfully behind the tight lock.

Doubly hard, because Twilight had used magic to give him a hemipenis, similar to how some other reptiles did, though his was more just two normal cocks one atop the other. This would have been an amazing gift in any other situation but for the fact that she only did it because she theorized it would be doubly pent-up if he had two that were painfully hard but unstrokable.

Right now he walked next to Fluttershy with parchment and quill, having been ordered by Twilight to take detailed notes about the way the juice drooled down her thighs. He did as she said, teeth clenched and practically hyperventilating, which didn’t do him any favors since every breath was a lung-full of alicorn heat. He could barely write from how his hands shook.

He wished that at least Fluttershy would stop licking it off the floor; at least then he could get the image of her licking Twilight out of his head.

Finally Twilight moved to the twins, and began to slowly unhitch them from their equipment, freeing them from their masks and IVs for the first time in their lives, though it was taking some time, also checking to make sure their joints worked and magically countering any atrophy.

“We get fuck?” asked Filly-1.

“Indeed,” nodded Twilight, “You’re both mature enough so when Colt-1 fucks you, you’ll get pregnant and make Mama another science toy.”

“Me will make Mama proud!” promised Colt-1.

“You’ll put one in Filly-1 and Mama,” promised Twilight, “If you’re good, you can make another one inside Not-Mama.”

“What was that?” Fluttershy quirked her ears, having been distracted by a pool of goo; she definitely hadn’t been informed of that part.

“Spike,” Twilight spoke to her assistants, “Give Filly-1 a tongue bath and finger bang while you watch Colt-1 impregnate me. Fluttershy, grind your pussy against Spike’s spines while he does that. The ones on his head, so that your cunt juice drools into his eyes.

“What did he do wrong?” asked Fluttershy curiously.

“Oh nothing,” explained Twilight, “I’m seeing if I can get him over-aroused enough for his heart to stop.”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” nodded Fluttershy, “If he dies, do you think you could preserve him so I can take it home? He’s look nice with my other stuffed animals.”

“I guess I could do that,” nodded Twilight, “I’m going to kill the worthless faggot either way, so I’ll mail him to you when he’s dead. I’ll make his cadaver-cocks hard and everything.”

“It’s a relief to know you’re going to murder him either way,” Fluttershy agreed. “Um...The wretched fuck doesn’t deserve to live.” She felt for Spike, but impressing Twilight took priority. Fluttershy leaned toward Spike and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I hope it doesn’t hurt much.”

“Whatever,” grumbled Spike quietly, “At least I’ll be a sex toy for somepony I liked. See if Rarity will play with me, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Fluttershy patted his head. Maybe she could use fulfilling Spike’s dying wish as a way to try and get Rarity into necrophilia.

Twilight inspected the foals one last time and found them ready. Colt-1 never went below rock hard anymore, and Filly-1 was locked in permanent estrus herself thanks to the chemicals flooding her. Finally they were fully detached and operational.

The two charged one another like pegasai jousting, but as they were on separate beds, that resulted in them falling face first into the cement floor. Twilight magically grasped Filly-1, literally tossing her to Spike, who dropped his quill and parchment to catch her, staggering about to not fall. Twilight tugged Colt-1 back onto his bed with her.

Twilight swayed her rump in Colt-1’s face, his eyes practically popping out of his head at the scent. “Come on, stick it in Mama’s cunt, your body will do the rest!”

But then Twilight raised her hips high, watching him desperately trying to climb her hind legs to get to it, slipping down repeatedly due to the creamy gel that coated her thighs. She lowered herself quickly against, knocking him onto his back, slapping him in the face with her slit in the process, but this time he recovered and charged before she could rise again.

Colt-1 clung to her behind with all fours, stabbing his hips. It took him a few goes, Twilight clenching her cunny and swaying her hips to throw off his aim, but finally he rammed it home, squealing in delight as he felt the soft heat of an adult’s pussy around his cock for the first time, an alicorns atop that. For a moment his brain just overloaded and his whole body quaked.

After recovery, he was all over it. Colt-1 pushed as deeply as he could to smack his belly against her rump, little balls swinging to smack her swollen breasts. He pounded away sporadically, hips a buzz like a bunny fucking. With the size difference, he didn’t look much different than Angel did when he fucked Fluttershy, which made Fluttershy giggle at the sight. So adorably lewd.

Meanwhile Spike was being a good assistant, and had pulled Filly-1 close to him as Twilight had said. He reached a claw down between her hind legs, dipping one of his claws between her sweet young labia, feeling the tight hole part, his finger drenched before he even pushed inside. He whined as he pulled her into his lap as much as he could with them being the same size. He ran his long tongue out, rolling it around her body, licking and slurping to make sure every inch was covered in his saliva.

Filly-1 didn’t like Spike much, mainly because when she tried to shove herself against him, she found his cock obstructed. She tried her best to remove the chastity device, but that was a hopeless cause.

“Sorry you fuckable little underage meat slab,” Spike panted, “You’re gonna have to settle for the claws.”

It was torture not being able to pin her down and fuck her raw, though he did eventually get two and three fingers into her, pulling them apart to stretch her lips out. The wider she was forced the more her high-pitched moan joined the other sounds in the room.

And of course this whole time, he had Fluttershy with her legs spread straddling his head, grinding her soft flesh against his head spines, the squish of moist flesh joining the equally lewd slurps coming from Filly-1’s slit. Fluttershy’s familiar taste rolled over his tongue as her juice drooled into his eyes and maw, trying his best to concentrate on the tongue bath.

“How are you holding up Spike?” Fluttershy asked quietly, feeling a hoof against his chest to feel his heart fluttering so fast that it was hard to distinguish beats, “Oh good, it sounds like your little heart is about to give out.”

Twilight wrapped her tail about Colt-1 to steady him as he began to slip, then finally just leaned back and sat onto the bed, him pinned conveniently beneath her in a reverse-cowgirl position. She began to bounce freely, the little one trying to keep up with his thrusts and pawing at her plot as he did so. He moaned, his tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle as his body slowly arched. His little mind wasn’t ready for any of these sensations, still effectively a toddler even if he had the body of a five year old.

“Good boy,” Twilight moaned in encouragement, “You’re fucking a foal into Mama’s cunt! Then maybe when it’s done cooking in there, you can fuck it too!”

“I love you Mama,” moaned Colt-1, mind still ablaze with lust, such a welcome change from his normal life of pain.

Colt-1 squealed as he blasted a geyser of seed into Twilight. Thanks to the magics involved, even with a little cock, he blasted it all the way to her cervix, flooding her entire passage and overflowing. Her own pussy convulsed violently, literally sucking the cum up into her ovaries, ravenous for fertile seed.

Twilight creamed herself hard in return, molesting her dead friend’s foals so completely felt wonderful. She’d use their fragile little bodies up, raping and murdering generations of Applejack’s descendants.

“Excellent,” groaned Twilight, “You’ve done well, Colt-1, you can go put one in your sister now.” She looked to Spike, “Spike, get your dirty claws off her before you give her a disease or something. You’ll be licking Colt-1’s cum out of my pussy while the two of these bang. The brat was a better lay than you’ve ever been, after all.” She looked to Fluttershy, “Keep grinding.”

“Um, maybe I could help eat you out?” Fluttershy said, and then added quickly when she saw those flames coming up from the back of Twilight’s eyes, “Because seeing mares munch carpet will make him more pent-up, right?”

“Fine,” said Twilight, “I’ll lower myself to allowing that, you pathetic piece of shit, but I reserve the right to kill your annoying ass if you get romantic.” Twilight’s eyes lingered, then licked her lips as if savoring the hurt in Fluttershy’s eyes after hearing Twilight say that. “Don’t forget your place, or how much I despise you.” Mmm, the delicious pain of unrequited love.

Once the foals had been abandoned by their current partners, they charged at each other again, though this time Twilight caught them before they hit the ground after they ran off their beds. Twilight smashed their heads into the cement anyway, and then tossed them both onto Filly-1’s bed together.

The abuse hurt less than their normal daily lives, so they didn’t mind the head trauma. Once they had recovered, they were all over one another. They smacked belly-to-belly, then tumbled across the bed, nearly rolling off again. Finally Colt-1 pulled himself up onto his haunches and grabbed Filly-1 by one hind leg, dragging her close, straddling her other hind leg as he rammed his foal-boner at her slit. Filly-1 flopped over onto her side, spread out her hind legs, and gyrated her hips against him excitedly.

It took him a dozen tries in his excitement, but he finally targeted correctly and felt his tip sink into his twin’s soggy underage twat. They trembled together as their sibling connection took the edge off their pain and shot them to new heights, and soon the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of their bellies colliding and his throbbing meat repeatedly forced into her newly-fertile fuck hole, not to mention their delightfully slutty squeals.

Spike growled, barely able to see the two foals around Twilight’s plot, but wishing more than anything that it was him plugging that pint-sized pussy. He was busy though, pressing his muzzle against Twilight’s slit, suckling the mixture of cunt honey and foal seed out as it drooled down his chin, lapping deeply and twirling his tongue about inside her, leaving no muscle untouched from opening to cervix. The cum tasted thick and sweet, like no sperm he’d ever had rammed down his throat before. Whatever Twilight was feeding these brats, it had the perfect ingredients to produce fuck juice from.

He hated Twilight at this point, but he sure missed feeling her hot cunt and tight ass around his shafts. Fluttershy nuzzled at his muzzle as she joined in, eagerly lapping as well, even greedily sucking what he had already slurped out from his muzzle, acting like she was dying of thirst and only this could sate her in time. Spike gave her a kiss and smile. It wasn’t her fault; she was just another of Twilight’s victims. Everyone in Ponyville was Twilight’s victim at this point, and the complaints to Canterlot fell on deaf ears, Celestia and Luna far too busy with the continuing genocide of the Sea Ponies to deal with Twilight.

Spike’s heart was thumping so loudly in his chest that he was starting to think he really was going to have a fatal stroke from the overload, barely able to even stay conscious. Twilight’s tail wrapped about his head, Fluttershy’s shy-sexy face next to his nibbling on opposite lips, and the intense odor of alicorn heat.

Twilight wasn’t able to keep her muzzle off the juicy foal-fucking, leaning forward and pulling Colt-1’s tail upward to lap beneath, slurping at his tiny anus and nibbling at his sphincter. She forced him open with her magic, as wide as when she had fucked him, but he was quite okay with it, raising his tail more as she ran her tongue about inside him.

“Oh this is so wrong,” moaned Twilight, slightly muffled by Colt-1’s asshole. Even by pony standards it was, and that made it all the hotter. “I can’t wait to see what he plants in that foal’s foal-factory.”

“Innocence not yet a year old, yet so damaged and perverted,” purred Fluttershy, shivering, “You’ve really created something wonderful here, Twilight.”

Spike had to force his way in to get laps at Twilight the way Fluttershy was monopolizing her senpai’s fun-bits. The silver lining of Twilight treating him like shit was that Fluttershy wouldn’t consider him a romantic rival and murder him herself.

Spike eventually decided to let Fluttershy have at it. As long as his tongue stayed cervix-deep, which he could do from several inches back with his tongue, Twilight would assume that some of the lip-work was his. It gave him a tiny amount of relief and made Fluttershy so happy she was literally crying for joy as Twilight’s juice drooled down her chin.

The little ones couldn’t even hear the others, too lost incestuous bliss to comprehend much else. Colt-1 just knew that his sister’s pussy felt better than ever, like it was literally sucking the sperm right out of his balls. Filly-1 loved it too, despite his being the smallest dick she’d ever taken. Somehow it just felt like his body was perfect for hers, like his cock was exactly shaped to her fun hole to hit all the right spots. Mama’s tongue twisting and twirling in his behind as he thrust was only adding to the fun, his Mama grinding against his prostate from inside.

They both wanted it to last forever, yet neither could hold it for long. Colt-1’s hips were moving so fast they were practically a blur when he tipped, body convulsing so hard that he seemed to pass out for a few seconds, though that didn’t stop his hips from continuing to bang his seed into her. Filly-1 had been climaxing almost since entry, and had ridden it stronger the more he pummeled her. Her pussy erupted with more goo than he had managed to stuff into her ripe little womb.

Spike was continuing his duty, but was locked in rather violent spasms himself, not really his tongue jerking about inside her more than licking as he convulsed and rolled his eyes back, foaming at the maw uncontrollably. He’d probably be spontaneously cumming himself is not for the chastity device preventing it, and every time his brain failed to trigger one, it seemed to try harder, flooding him with more and more hormones in the process.

“I think Spike is having a seizure,” Fluttershy told Twilight, “Should I finish him off?”

“Oh no, I want him to die just from arousal,” instructed Twilight, giving Colt-1’s tailhole one more lewd sounding suck before pulling away, “This is excellent though; he does seem near death. How about you let Colt-1 knock you up first while I see if I can finish off Spike’s worthless life, with any luck you’ll be taking home a new plush and I’ll be getting rid of an old annoyance.”

“Fuck Not-Mama?” Colt-1 panted excitedly as Twilight pulled him away from Flilly-1.

“Um, I...” Fluttershy chewed her lower lip, shaking violently in an effort not to dive face-first into Twilight’s cunt again. She decided not to chance requesting to avoid impregnation, “Come on, little guy. Let’s get a cute little foal growing in Not-Mama’s cunt.”

Fluttershy slid up onto the bed, dragging Colt-1 toward her. She leaned down to lap at him to get him ready, her broad tongue feeling huge against the little shota-pecker, though he didn’t seem to need it, still rock solid and ready. Fluttershy gave him one last slurp before moving up to share a deep kiss with him, practically slurping his whole face in the process, then sat up.

She pinned him onto his back, grinning at how tiny he was against her as she straddled him, hot pussy drooling profusely, re-drenching most of his hindquarters within seconds from how ready she was. Fluttershy wasn’t in season, but was sure Twilight had fixed that the same way she fixed everything: magically and without consent.

Still, this cock had just impregnated Twilight, so getting knocked up by it was the closest Fluttershy would ever get to a foal with Twilight, and that was enough to make it worth it. It wasn’t like she’d have to keep the foal. If Twilight didn’t want it for experiments, Fluttershy could just kill it and put it in the plush pile right next to Dinky Hooves’s preserved corpse.

Fluttershy purred approvingly at Colt-1 as she slid her hot lips around his shaft and watched his expression once again float to absolute bliss, the fully mature snatch warmer and gooier than his sisters had been, and almost just as tight with how Fluttershy clenched her muscles around him. It was no alicorn pussy, but he didn’t care. He wanted nothing more than to fuck foals into cunt after cunt.

Twilight picked up Filly-1, floating her about to where Spike was, and placing her atop Spike’s head, facing behind him. She began to grind her drooling slut slot against his spines, placed perfectly so that he could look upward and see that perfect little cooch drooling cum and honey, which then drooled down his forehead to join with that with was rolling down his front from Twilight.

Spike just gagged violently, so Twilight used her magic to make him continue, manually twisting his tongue within her, rolling the heat-spunk around his maw so that he couldn’t escape the taste. His whole body shivered, unable to form coherent thoughts with such stimulation. She moved his claws to massage at her milking breasts, so that he could feel them squish about, since she knew how he used to love nursing on her. His little heart was becoming erratic, the same way a pony’s heart got right before they died from terror. Twilight was learning so much.

“That’s it,” groaned Twilight, “Die you little fart-knocker. You know how useless you are, how much you DESERVE this, so let it happen. Die with your face in the divine cunt you don’t deserve to touch.” She giggled excitedly, “Oh I hope this is really painful for him!”

In her excitement to see her own surrogate foal die, Twilight creamed herself brutally, cunt convulsing to the point that it sucked his whole muzzle inside even as juice poured out. She forced his muzzle open, letting him drown in fuck sap, forced to swallow down if he wanted to keep breathing. Twilight squealed, in absolute ecstasy.

“Feel that, Spike?” Twilight shook, “That’s how happy I am to finally be rid of you!”

Fluttershy watched Twilight’s murder attempt with interest, but most of her concentration was still on the experiment beneath her. She moaned as she rolled her hips, the rush of fucking a foal more than enough to make up for his small dick size. She rolled her muscles up and down to milk him to perfection.

The little cum depot knew what he was for and was glad to do it, grasping Fluttershy’s wide hips as much as he could and shoving upwards, out-of-sync due to his excitement. He would have already popped if he hadn’t just gone, but even now he was painting Fluttershy’s insides with his pre-seed.

When he finally did go off, it was with surprising force, his seed jetting deep into her, managing to splatter against her cervix even with his smaller size. Fluttershy purred as she felt the warmth inside her, and quietly pulled herself up off of his shaft, quickly sitting down again so that the well-lubricated colt cock pushed through her pucker.

“Will impregnate both of Not-Mama’s holes,” Colt-1 groaned, and Fluttershy didn’t have the heart to tell him that she couldn’t get pregnant in the second.

“Such a little stud,” panted Fluttershy as she began bouncing atop his pecker again. “Hurry now, Mama probably wants to do something with you when you’re done.”

Colt-1 was visibly tired, but couldn’t have stopped thrusting if he tried, programmed to fuck any flesh hole he could find on sight. He leaned up and managed to lap at her drooling pussy, and she finally went off herself, drenching his head in a shower of thick goo, which he sucked up like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. And it was, since the only other thing he’d tasted was the slop he had been fed.

Spike weakly moved his eyes to look around Twilight as much as he could, too weak to even blink to clear off the femme cum drooling over his eyes. Twilight was grinning madly, clearly getting off harder than ever due to mere thought of snuffing out his life this way. He didn’t know how the unicorn he grew up with turned into that; even by the standards of their fucked up society, Twilight was as far gone as they came. Though she had had her old body disintegrated and soul repeatedly raped before being stuffed into the alicorn body; that might have something to do with it.

He felt himself grow dizzier and wondered if this was what death felt like. He hoped so, because he was ready to make an exit. He vomited a full liter of Twilight’s juice, blasting himself back to jerk free of her cunt and flop onto his back, twitching violently, chest heaving several more times before it grew relatively still.

He was clearly either in a coma or dead. Twilight grinned excitedly as she examined him, but that turned into an angry frown.

“Me-damnit!” Twilight cried as she found a heartbeat, “He’s comatose! How am I supposed to lust him to death now? Annoying little prick...”

Twilight turned to Fluttershy and Colt-1, briefly forgetting about Filly-1, who had rolled across the floor when Spike tumbled. Twilight was just in time to see Colt-1 squeal for another blast, coating Fluttershy’s ass just as he had her cunt. Twilight rolled her eyes at the ass-sex, grabbing Fluttershy with a hoof and yanking her away before slamming her onto the floor as hard as she could. Sometimes it felt good to do that to someone without magic. Fluttershy squeaked as she was pushed face down against the concrete, and then yelped as her nose broke with an audible crack.

“Get out of my house you insufferable cunt,” Twilight glared down at Fluttershy, “Don’t let me see you again until I send for you... and if you see Rainbow Dash, tell her to start returning her books on time or I’m going to rip off her wings, cum all over them, and then mail them to Wonderbolts HQ to inform them of her resignation.”

“Mama’s mean to Not-Mama!” Colt-1 smiled with approval.

“Not-Mama only good for her fuck parts.” agreed Filly-1 as she tried to get her bearings.

“Yes... my goddess,” Fluttershy staggered up, heading towards the exit on her way home to sob.

“I hope the bitch dies during delivery,” Twilight commented before Fluttershy was out of earshot, but once Fluttershy was gone, Twilight couldn’t keep herself from laughing hysterically. Fluttershy’s emotional trauma was so hilarious.

Once Fluttershy was gone, Twilight didn’t need to connect them back to machines, though she would need to alter their diet to keep their bodies from getting too old to be fun. She thought about slowing their aging, but decided it wasn’t necessary. She would easily use them up and replace them within a year after all.

“Filly-1” Twilight instructed, “You eat the sludge from this tube. It will make your baby grow fast, a colt it looks like, and if you survive birthing it, perhaps we can make another in you.”

“Can me fuck brother all time now?” Filly-1 was interested more in getting her holes stuffed.

“You sure can!” smiled Twilight, “You’re free to fuck however you like so long as you don’t risk the foal inside you.”

“What I do to help?” Colt-1 was eager to assist Mama’s important work, surely the most important work in existence.

“You can drink from that tube at your bed,” said Twilight, “Since your sister is having a colt, I’m hoping he has a bigger dick than that tiny thing you’re packing.”

“I sowwie,” Colt-1 looked at the floor.

“It’s fine, you can help in a different way,” Twilight told him, “Your food is going to keep you hyped up, and I’m going to fuck you violently every day. I want to study the effects of sexual exhaustion on males. Hopefully it will eventually be fatal. Either way, as soon as we get a healthy colt to replace you with, I’m going to snuff out your cute little life.”

“Me will do it,” Colt-1 said, still eager to make Mama proud, “Me will fuck-fuck-fuck-die for Mama.”

“I knew I could count on you,” Twilight encouraged, then looked at Filly-1 again, “If you want to fuck and he’s too exhausted, just roll him onto his back and ride his cock. He can’t go soft even when unconscious.”

“Me will do anything for cock,” Filly-1 nodded.

“You’re such an adorable little cock-fiend.” giggled Twilight, “I can’t wait to see where this goes!”