Equestria's Finest Hour

It was strange to the Crusaders when Twilight stopped inviting Fluttershy to Twilight Time, and stranger still when she moved their play location to a room on the back-side first-floor of the castle, with several large windows that could easily be looked into, if they weren’t covered by the bushes growing in front of them. Still, it seemed like an odd chance to take.

What they didn’t know is that Fluttershy was Twilight’s new experiment. She had even told Fluttershy where it was moved, knowing that Fluttershy would be unable to keep herself from attempting to monitor Twilight’s play with the fillies, whatever the risk. She didn’t want to chance Twilight inviting some other pony and getting close to them.

“Still no Fluttershy? Yer Majesty,” Applebloom asked quietly as they came into the room.

The Crusaders really missed Fluttershy, mostly because Twilight was more likely to hurt them with no one to balance her with less painful suggestions. Twilight Time had actually become a frightening ordeal for them some time ago. They’d have stopped coming if they didn’t fear bringing down Twilight’s wrath upon them and their families. Their families knew, despite not being told; foals crying when they have to go somewhere normally means that. They too couldn’t do anything about it for the same reason, nor did they dare ask them what happened.

“Forget that stupid cunt,” said Twilight, knowing that Fluttershy was in the bushes outside the window, and having left the window cracked so Fluttershy could hear them. “Besides, I have a special toy that we can all play with today!”

“... will it hurt, my divine goddess?” Scootaloo quietly asked the obvious question.

“No, actually,” smiled Twilight, “You’re all going to enjoy this Twilight Time quite a bit, in fact. And this is only the first of two surprises!”

The Crusaders nodded affirmatively, but looked incredulous.

“But remember,” Twilight said firmly, “If you let anypony know about this, Rarity, Big Mac, and Rainbow Dash are going to die screaming while you watch, then you’re going to join them.”

“Y-yes Princess,” they stammered in unison.

When Twilight pulled a box out from under one of the bondage machines, all three fillies flinched as if they expected to be suddenly beaten and raped with a riding crop. That’s what happened last time Twilight claimed to have a non-painful surprise.

The pummeling didn’t come this time though. They all blinked as they looked at the toy, and the toy blinked back. It as a colt they’d never seen before, a bit younger than the three of them, and sickly looking. Despite that, he had a rock-hard boner between his hind legs, which were splayed as he lay on his back.

But his cock was also throbbing with a dull humming pain. Weeks of constant sex with no breaks had left him barely able to derive pleasure from the act at all. Even when Filly-1 or Twilight wasn’t fucking him, she had started to leave him on a fucking machine where he was constantly stroked off for hours at a time. It was taking its toll on him to the point that his fur had started to fall out, mane patching and tail having only a few strands remaining. Blood trickled down the side of his muzzle where he had just coughed up a glob of it.

Still, he had powered through his pain and kept going the best he could, determined not to disappoint Mama by not dying as she desired.

“... there other Filly's?” Colt-1 said in disbelief, not having realized there were any other creatures in existence other than those he had seen. Mama had told him that she created the world and everything in it, and she hadn’t mentioned this place or these ponies.

“Yes, dear,” Twilight told Colt-1, “I created them myself last night, as well as this room, to help with your slow demise.” She pointed at the Crusaders one at a time, starting with Sweetie, “This one I molded out of cum that I magically solidified,” then to Applebloom, “Then this one I carved out of hardened food paste,” then finally to poor Scootaloo, “This one I carved from a pile of my rancid shit that had sat for several weeks. Their names are Cum-Glob, Food-Paste, and Rotten-Shit.”

“Wow...” Colt-1 said, mystified by Mama’s amazing powers of creation. He was truly privileged to have been chosen by such a majestic creature to be tortured to death.

“So, we’re gonna rape ‘em ah take it?” Applebloom guessed easily, not dare contradicting Twilight’s lies, and quickly memorizing the names lest she slip up and regret it. “Cum-Glob? Rotten-Shit? You two up fer it?”

“He sounds retarded,” commented Scootaloo between clenched teeth, “Eh, what the fuck. Retards are great rapes; I’m all for it!”

“What am retard?” Colt-1 asked.

“It means you’re worthless and stupid,” Twilight explained. Those words he knew well.

“Sign me up!” nodded Sweetie, minding her name the least. Rarity already called her ‘my little cum trap’, especially when whoring her out to business partners in exchange for deals.

“We get ta kill ‘im, too?” asked Applebloom hopefully.

“Not today, I’m murdering him slowly over time,” Twilight explained, “But it’s funny you say that, because two fillies are going to die screaming before we leave this room.”

Twilight’s eyes faded and flashed green with dark magic, giving a long stare at the three fillies. One at a time, they pissed themselves, yellow fluid rolling down their hind legs and puddling together on the floor. Sweetie started to sniffle and tear up first, as she usually did, though Scootaloo joined her earlier than usual, as Scootaloo was very certain Twilight wasn’t going to choose her as the survivor. Twilight had often threatened to kill them if they didn’t mind, but she had never said they would definitely die.

“Mama use magic pee ray?” asked Colt-1 in amazement.

“Did I give you permission to piss yourselves in fear?” Twilight asked firmly, but then her eyes suddenly returned to normal as she looked at Colt-1, “No dear, they used foul witchcraft. My creations have turned against us! What has science done?” It was rather apparent how hard it was for Twilight to keep from laughing.

Colt-1 gasped, looking at the Crusaders in abject horror.

“S-sorry!” the Crusaders began apologizing in unison, though Applebloom and Sweetie were also having a pretty hard time holding in laughter. Scootaloo, on the other hoof, was dead to such emotion at this point.

“Focus,” ordered Twilight, “That’s for later. Now I’m going to warm up Colt-1. Meanwhile, for your evil deeds, Scootaloo will lick up the urine. The other two of you will beat Scootaloo, as clearly she was the instigator of this rebellion.”

Twilight grabbed a crop with her magic, floating it to Sweetie, who took it timidly with her own magic, wobbling it in midair. Since Applebloom was too racially inferior to possess magic, Twilight placed a sandpaper-covered dildo in Applebloom’s muzzle as if it were a weapon. It still had Applebloom’s dried blood on it from their last visit.

Neither of them apologized or comforted Scootaloo, because they knew if they did, Twilight would make them hurt their friend more. They both looked at her with apologetic shame in their eyes.

Twilight hummed casually to herself as she let them start, laying back and spreading her hind legs toward Colt-1. It showed off the dome now rapidly forming in her gut from her rapid pregnancy, which thankfully for her wasn’t causing too much discomfort, though the smaller Filly-1 was down in the lab in relative agony from the process, and currently with no Colt-1 to fuck and take the edge off.

“Don’t worry about it girls,” Scootaloo sighed, then leaned down to lap and suckle up the urine mixture, tensing up as she braced herself to be beaten.

Sweetie and Applebloom didn’t hold back. Sweetie jabbed Scootaloo in the gut hard, then smacked her hard across the face before wailing on her back as hard as she could. Sweetie tried not to cry at having to beat her friend again, but was soon near sobbing. Applebloom sat up on her hind legs and held the dildo via magic-sticky-hooves, then repeatedly cracked it over Scootaloo’s plot, first smacking her top, then on the way up giving her a solid cunt-bash. She didn’t ram it in since she hadn’t been told to, and hoped she wasn’t.

Twilight purred as she watched more abuse pile up upon the Crusaders existing mental scars, patting her belly to encourage Colt-1. He managed to get to her, though it clearly hurt to walk, and pulled himself up onto her belly to relax against the firm gut. He pushed and hit his target with expert precision, pushing her wet lips apart and pushing to the hilt inside her. He took a deep breath, trying to summon up enough strength to do this, and then began thrusting, muscles visibly straining from the effort.

Twilight milked the familiar little prick inside her, and even at his size, he had become good at hitting the best spots he could reach for Mama’s pleasure. He smacked bellies with her and panted, flexing his hind legs to ram harder. Of course most of the pleasure she got was from watching his suffering, and the Crusaders situation was adding to that.

“What happen after die?” Colt-1 squeaked; Twilight had wondered when he’d ask.

“Nothing dear,” Twilight said, “You disappear forever and never have another thought or experience. Foals that aren’t terrible fucks like you get to go to fuck-land where they can fuck and play and never get tired, but Mama despises you and told them not to let you in. Mama will be glad and will laugh when you die, then forget you; you won’t even live on in Mama’s memory.”

Colt-1 slowed his thrusting, and for a moment looked reluctant, eyes growing wide, his body beginning to shiver against her. He stared into her eyes, looking completely broken.

“Why are you slowing down?” Twilight asked, “Get to work; DIE like you deserve.”

“Y-yes Mama,” he whimpered, then slowly started to move his hips again, thrusting into her with the same effort, though tears rolled down his face now. He grunted, pain building in his loins as he approached another orgasm, then sobbed as he came, sperm burning as it was expelled from his overused cock.

Twilight pushed him off of her, and he just fell onto his back like a sack of potatoes, legs twitching. His face held a wide-eyed, broken expression that wasn’t likely to leave it any time soon.

Twilight looked at the Crusaders to see Scootaloo licking a clean floor as her friends wailed on her. Her face was bruised, one of her eyes almost swollen shut as she was beaten in the face with Sweetie’s crop. Her whole form was covered with black and blue bruises, Applebloom currently beating her about her immature breasts, leaving them discolored beyond recognition. Her wings were ruffled and bent in odd places, clearly having been broken several times. They both looked at Twilight, hoping they would get to stop, but she made them wait a few minutes.

“Stop,” Twilight finally said.

She pulled the Crusaders over to her, carefully checking Applebloom and Sweetie’s muzzles to make sure they hadn’t helped Scootaloo. She then took a moment to lick each of their faces, tasting the sweat and tears on two and the blood and tears on one.

“Sweetie, Applebloom,” Twilight said, motioning to Colt-1, “One ride his cock while the other rides his face, then switch.” She looked at Scootaloo, who shook her head and looked pleadingly at her, immediately beginning to sob again because she knew something terrible was coming. Twilight grinned at that reaction, “Bring the crop and dildo over here so I can rape you with them.”

“Princess... goddess,” Scootaloo begged, though picked up the crop and dildo all the same, one with each wing. They were broken, but didn’t hurt any worse that the rest of her. “I am so sorry for being bad. I swear I will never be bad again, I will always do what you say forever, please... give me some way to earn back your...” She wasn’t sure what to finish with. Your not-beating-and-raping-me-constantly. She put the two weapons down at Twilight, then bowed low, looking as if she was praying to her. Scootaloo was desperate, even if it only bought her kinder treatment until Twilight killed her at the end.

“Maybe,” Twilight grinned wickedly, spreading her hind legs again, still drooling with Colt-1’s gift, “Worship my cunt, and I mean literally. And spread your hind legs you little rape-meat.”

Sweetie and Applebloom tried hard to ignore what was happening with Scootaloo, both expecting their friend to be dead by the time they finished with the broken colt. Applebloom crawled up onto Colt-1, straddling his hips, rubbing her cunt against his chaffed cock. She leaned down close to his ear so Twilight wouldn’t overhear, and whispered, “Don’t tell Mama, but ah’ll make sure ya get to a good place when yer dead, don’t you worry none”

“Thank,” Colt-1 squeaked quietly, looking slightly less broken as his face was covered with Sweetie straddling it.

Colt-1 weakly grasped Sweetie’s hips, opening his muzzle and lapping at her slit with his dry tongue. Her secretions wet his muzzle a bit, though she was having trouble producing much of that in her current situation. She held her hooves very gently against his chest and began rolling her hips against his licking, slowly so he could keep up.

Applebloom glanced to Twilight, hoping she didn’t hear, then began to roll her own hips, slipping Colt-1’s shaft into her slit. Though she was ashamed of it, she was sopping wet after beating Scootaloo, so slipped him in easily. When he started to thrust upward, she held him still, then tried to do all the work herself, bouncing up and down on him.

The fillies couldn’t help but enjoy it a bit of course, and were soon moaning quietly. Sweetie and Applebloom leaned forward and kissed one another deeply, though more as a comfort to one another than erotic play. They suckled one another’s tongues as they began see-sawing back and forth atop Colt-1.

Scootaloo meanwhile bowed low, edging forward until her muzzle was barely touching Twilight’s gooey slit. She started to speak, only to squeal in pain as Twilight rammed the crop hard into her tail hole, immediately fucking her with it full blast, slamming against Scootaloo’s intestines and working at the fragile wall to push through it. The dildo rammed Scootaloo’s cunt with no less forward, pain surging from both holes, but her cunt in particular feeling like she had a power-sander inside it from how quickly Twilight was thrusting, ramming through her cervix within a few thrusts.

“Powerful divine cunt!” Scootaloo forced the words out, licking at Twilight’s pussy between each phrase as she continued, scooping out the juice and cum and swallowing it, “I have broken... your laws... and my sins... have separated me... from you... please forgive me... as I turn... away from my... past sins... and worship only... the pussy... of the one... true goddess... one day... you will grind against... the severed heads... of the pretenders... and sit... in the highest throne.”

Twilight licked her lips and narrowed her eyes. The more time Celestia and Luna spent not paying attention to Twilight for other things, the more mad with power the princess was becoming, to the point that she had begun to believe some of what she said. Still, Scootaloo’s praise caught her off guard. She wondered if it had been so obvious that she wanted to murder her former mentors that a foal had realized it, now using it in a desperate attempt to pander to Twilight’s most treasonous desires in hopes of mercy.

“Lick,” Twilight pulled Scootaloo closer to shut her up, pushing her muzzle fully inside her slit, now eye-deep in princess pussy as she ran her tongue deeper still, chest heaving as she struggled to breath but not daring to pull back for air. All the time, her rape continued, the crop breaking through and ramming up into her gut, thrusting so deep now that the entire length was disappearing on the in thrust. The dildo too had broken through into Scootaloo’s gut, both fuck holes bleeding profusely, yet the foal still rolling her hips back against the torment.

Twilight grinned, giving the dildo several powerful rams until Scootaloo gagged violently , feeling it come up through the back of her throat. Scootaloo shook violently with pain as she felt it ram right out her throat, Twilight now fucking herself with the dildo through Scootaloo; feeling the sandpaper grate at her own sensitive flesh was worth seeing Scootaloo suffer like this.

Twilight creamed hard in Scootaloo’s face, goo splurting out around the thick penetration. Scootaloo closed her eyes, making peace with her own death and patiently awaiting it. Twilight laughed at her as she continued to cum violently, then finally pulled Scootaloo’s face free of her. Her magic encompassed the foal’s body again, stitching it back together.

“No!” Scootaloo screamed, “No please mercy, just let me go!” Even as the pain died and her body healed, Scootaloo curled up into a fetal position and sobbed. Beautiful.

Twilight chuckled one last time, leaning low and whispering in Scootaloo’s ear, “I forgive you my little minion... see? Even evil goddesses show mercy sometimes.”

Sweetie and Applebloom still weren’t watching, though they heard Scootaloo’s screams so at least she was still alive. While that made it pretty impossible for them to get off from their current activity, Colt-1 somehow managed too, gagging violently as he produced a load, spraying down Applebloom’s insides with as much force and volume as he would have after weeks without sex.

As Sweetie pulled herself off his face, he was gagging up blood, so she tilted his head before he drowned in it. Applebloom and Sweetie looked at each other, and slowly switched places. Applebloom settled onto his head, letting him keep his head facing sideways and trying to move her thighs to hide that from Twilight, starting to grind on the side of his face as if he were licking at her.

Sweetie slid herself down onto his still solid rod with expert movement like the underage whore she was, and began milking him slowly with her tunnel, purring a bit at the feel of a cock stretching her even a little, just trying to relax and forget where she was for a moment, and that there was a 50/50 chance that she wouldn’t be going home tonight, alive at least.

Being trained well by her sister, Sweetie could get off in the worst of situations, so managed to cream herself on the unknown colt’s shaft, practically sucking the cum out of him as well, getting another heavy load panted against her insides, though his cum had swirls of red in it as it drooled from Sweetie’s snatch.

Twilight grabbed Applebloom and Sweetie suddenly, throwing them a few feet away with her magic. Both curled up instinctively and tried to shield their heads and undersides, but the expected beating fortunately didn’t come. Instead when they looked back, Twilight was sitting Scootaloo atop Colt-1.

“You got him to yourself, Rotten-Shit,” Twilight smirked.

Scootaloo pushed herself down, letting his shaft pop up into her, squeezing him with her cunt, but not getting any reaction from the colt as she slowly began to bounce atop him. She looked at his wide-eyed stare and blood drooling from his muzzle, and felt a hoof against his chest to make sure she wasn’t committing necrophilia. He was still taking shallow breaths, a weak heartbeat thumping along in his chest.

“T-thrust you little shit,” Scootaloo demanded with a stammer, terrified to treat him nicely less she squander the favor she’d found with Twilight.

“Sorry,” Colt-1 muttered, and weakly placed his front hooves on Scootaloo’s hips, doing his best to push up into her in time with her thrusts, but not managing to get off the floor with his hips. Scootaloo clenched down on his cock, pulling him up slightly off the floor before dropping him back down, trying to make it seem like he was thrusting a little bit, lest the lack of movement anger Twilight.

“Me gonna die,” muttered Colt-1 as is making small talk, even as his shaft splurted pre as if he were already near another explosion.

“We both are I think, buddy,” sighed Scootaloo.

When he went off again, it was even more intense than the last few, a geyser of cum shooting up into Scootaloo, Twilight’s horn glowing as she charged him up to make him cum several times more than he had been. He screamed as the stinging pain shot through his cock and only got worse, splurting several dozen times before finally coming down, growing still as he completely passed out.

“Good news, Scootaloo,” grinned Twilight, “You’re not going to die.”

“W-what?!” Scootaloo asked loudly.

“You’re going to help me murder two other fillies instead,” Twilight said, “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“No please don’t make me, I... gah!” Scootaloo screamed and slammed her head on the floor next to Colt-1’s unconscious head.

“Okay then, if you could take one of their places, which would it be?” Twilight’s smile grew broader, “Ten seconds or you live.”

“I um,” Scootaloo clenched her teeth, blurting out just in time, “Sweetie Belle!”

“Then it’s time for fillies to die,” chuckled Twilight, “Isn’t that right, Applebloom.”

“Ah’m ready,” sighed Applebloom, closing her eyes.

Twilight’s horn lit up brightly, suddenly yanking open a box strategically placed next to them. Out tumbled Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, firmly tied, gagged, and terrified.

“Gotcha,” Twilight giggled, before outright bursting into laughter.