Equestria's Finest Hour

Much of Twilight’s thoughts were directed at her own belly, which was quite large. It was hard to tell when she’d pop with the magical acceleration, but she figured it couldn’t be more than a day. Filly-1 looked pretty similar, though having a belly virtually as large as the rest of her body made her look pretty silly. Twilight was eager to see her die giving birth, and was certain she would, as she had pathetically narrow hips.

The death wouldn’t change anything,though, since Filly-1 was pregnant with a colt and Twilight was pregnant with a filly, she’d have another set to bang, mixing Twilight’s divine genetics with the mega-incest DNA. She had already discovered that the filly in her own womb was a unicorn, so she couldn’t wait to see how much she could boost the foal’s magic.

When Twilight entered the lab today, she found Colt-1 sitting with his back against a wall and hind legs spread wide, Filly-1 having rolled her plump self over to him and was eagerly sucking him off. Filly-1 was the sluttiest pony Twilight had ever known; literally all the foal thought about was getting another cock rammed into one or more of her holes. Indeed, from Twilight’s angle, she could see Filly-1’s pussy and ass already dripping with fresh loads from her brother, and more that she spread around her face. Filly-1’s food was laced with more healthy chemicals, giving her the energy to keep going without wearing out as Colt-1 was.

The only reason Colt-1 could even move at this point was because he was so laced with hormones and stimulants to keep him going, but he was as ripe for death as Twilight was for birth. For the moment, Twilight decided to sit and watch them play. She loved watching them, such innocent minds totally corrupted: sex and Twilight was all they knew.

Colt-1 shook, squeaking as he came into Filly-1’s muzzle, giving her even more of his life-sustaining protein. He sounded more pleasured than he had been before; it seemed that he was getting into the pain of it finally, though it was doubtful he knew what he was feeling at this point with his mind so scrambled. He saw Mama and wanted to make her proud, so as soon as Filly-1 pulled her muzzle away, he turned her around as quickly as he could. Filly-1 moved for him, and he immediately mounted her from behind with his sights on that pregnant pussy.

“Cock more cock!” moaned Filly-1, “Harder! How you expect die for Mama if no can harder!” Even if Colt-1 had died on the spot, Filly-1 would have been bouncing on his fuck-staff, alternating holes until Twilight stopped her.

Twilight purred as she watched, hooves unable to reach around her bouncing belly, but magic doing the trick. She formed a telekinetic cock to push her labia apart, enjoying a nice easy masturbation as she watched. Her magic extended into her womb, pushing the fetus’ hind legs apart and pushed the umbilical cord between them, dragging it forward and back to masturbate her as well, pushing in and out just enough not to snap her virginity yet.

Even unborn, Twilight’s fetus had managed to become a slut thanks to Twilight’s constant poking around at her: all its brain knew was fucking Filly-2, as the fetus may as well be called, grasped the cord in all four legs, awkwardly rolling her newly formed hips, grinding herself. All the while, Twilight slid her telekinesis all over her body, the little one hungry for Mama’s touch. This was definitely a new age record for foals that Twilight had molested.

What’s more, the unicorn seemed to be unnaturally good at magic too. Twilight felt the fluid inside her buzz as Filly-2’s horn activated, using her magic to stroke her Mama in return. Usually it was just random uncontrolled massaging, but it appeared that Filly-2 had figured out the nature of the container where she lived, and that she was inside a larger version of herself and rubbing Twilight’s clit got her rubbed too. This time she directly stroked at Twilight’s slit, causing Twilight to cease masturbating herself, letting Filly-2 have at it. The little one’s magic pushed her lips apart, massaged against them, and rubbed along the inside of her entrance as Twilight was doing to Filly-2.

“That’s my little sluticorn,” Twilight groaned, impressed with the little one’s strange talent.

Meanwhile, Colt-1’s eyes locked with Twilights. A look of determination on his face, Colt-1 rammed into Filly-1 with newfound energy, determined to please. He lurched at the same time, like he was ready to throw up his own lungs, but kept packing it as hard as he could, eliciting a squeal of delight from Filly-1. In reality, Colt-1 felt worse than ever, like he was about to die, so he wanted to exhaust himself fully and die while Mama was looking. He knew how much she hated him, so he wanted her to have the pleasure of seeing him die.

Something else happened though, because Filly-1’s next squeal was accompanied by a burst of embryonic fluid pouring warmly around Colt-1’s cock and splattering to the floor, her body convulsing with her first labor pain. She had been told what this meant. Colt-1 almost looked happy at first when he thought his own body was delivering the blood.

“Mama!” Filly-1 called out, not having seen her yet, “Time for foal! Time for me die!” And after death, time to go to happy-fuck-land where she would be constantly fucked in every hole forever, at least that’s what she believed.

“I’m here sweetie,” said Twilight, moving forward.

Filly-1 thought that Twilight hadn’t been there and appeared when she was called, but that seemed normal to her. Twilight picked up Filly-1 from the floor, letting Colt-1 flop backwards, limp, as his fuck-target was removed. She placed Filly-1 on the bed, licking her lips as she did so.

“I get see before die?” Filly-1 asked hopefully.

“I’ll make sure you see him, sweetie,” Twilight said gently, “Now get ready to die screaming.”

“Yay!” said Filly-1 even as another contraction rocked her.

Twilight heard Colt-1 sniffling in the corner at having been abandoned, Twilight adjusted the bed height so she could kneel downward, presenting her hindquarters to Colt-1, her own large belly squished against the floor. She patting her plot with one hoof and arched her tail up.

Colt-1 obediently staggered to his feet and tried to get there quickly, though he completely collapsed three times on the way. He was so weak that his hooves literally cracked under the tiny weight of his body, but he was steadfast, eventually arriving at Mama’s plot. This could be even better, he decided; maybe he could die fucking Mama herself, which was his favorite thing to do even when it hurt.

“Disobedient little fuck,” Twilight growled back at Colt-1, “Why aren’t you dead yet?”

That was it. Colt-1 decided that he was going to fuck Mama and wasn’t going to stop until he died, no matter how many orgasms it took. He gagged up a muzzle-full of blood as he pulled himself up against her behind, pushing his foal-dick into her mature pussy and sinking within. She milked his cock inside her, not getting much from it other than the pleasure of causing him pain. He began to ram his hips as hard as he could, teeth clenched as he growled in frustration at still being alive.

Twilight let the useless flesh-wad pound her, as he was basically just a wind-up sex-toy at this point. She turned her attention to Filly-1 as she started to tear up, crying out as each contraction hurt worse than the last, yet a big grin on her face. Red began to ooze from her slit, and Twilight pulled her legs wider, deciding not to cut her open yet so she could experience the full magic of dying during labor.

“Report,” Twilight said without looking behind her, feeling Spike as he walked up due to his tracker.

“She tried again,” said Spike, sounding bored, “She came up behind Applebloom at the market fountain and shoved her face into it to try and drown her, but Scootaloo and Sweetie cunt-punted her until she let go and they all ran.”

“That’s the third time Fluttershy tried to kill a Crusader this week,” observed Twilight.

“They tried to get her too this week,” informed Spike, “Tried to kill her in her sleep, but the animals chased them away from the house.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” said Twilight, “I was wondering when the Crusaders would decide it was her or them.” And the local authorities were doing nothing about it, because Twilight had ordered them not to. Fluttershy had realized this and only hadn’t succeeded because the Crusader’s families and orphanage realized it too and were doing their best to protect them. “Come watch me cut Filly-1 open.”

“May as fucking well,” Spike shrugged, walking over and sitting next to the bed, chastity belt clicking against the seat. He habitually took a quill and parchment from a table nearby and began taking notes.

Spike’s experiment was done at this point, but at least Twilight had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t kill him with horniness, even if it took over a dozen comas before she gave up. She had him still wearing the chastity device as punishment for not dying.

“Her hips are too narrow,” Twilight explained to Spike, not because he cared, but because she liked explaining things. “It’s the same reason Applejack died. What happened with Applejack was-”

“I was there for it,” Spike has so few fucks left that he wasn’t afraid to cut her off. “Twilight I’m worried about you... can we please go to Canterlot after this and try and get Celestia and Luna to look at you... or your brain.” It was worth one more poke to see if his Twilight, the one with a much more reasonable level of murder-lust, was still in there.

“Not yet,” Twilight said, completely misunderstanding, “I haven’t finished the plan for their assassinations.”

The bulge was moving very slowly down Filly-1’s frame, the high-pitched screams echoing beautifully through the lab. Her little pussy distended, enough that Twilight could see the top of Colt-2’s head, but there was just too much of Filly-1 in the way. Twilight grasped Filly-1’s pelvis and twisted, cracking it cleanly down the middle, then forcing her hips wider apart. Filly-1’s legs spasmed as she continued to cry.

“I’m breaking the patient’s pelvis,” Twilight explained, “I won’t need to tear her cunt open as much, so she’ll have time to meet Colt-2 before bleeding out.”

“What a merciful goddess you are,” Spike said, apparently gaining back his sarcasm.

Twilight casually leaned down to lick tears from Filly-1’s face, and then pulled her legs apart more widely. The head pressed against her little pussy, and for a moment it looked like it might be flexible enough to pass it, but the immature little lips just weren’t ready to stretch that far. Her flesh ripped up her belly between her breasts to make room, earning another gurgling squeal from Filly-1. The little one hadn’t imagined this would hurt as bad as it was, so she wasn’t smiling anymore as she sobbed.

“Hm, look at that,” Twilight grinned as Colt-2 pushed quickly out of his mother’s now-useless foal factory now, and Twilight picked him up, immediately looking between his legs, “This one’s cock is much bigger! Maybe it skips generations.” Indeed, even newborn, the little one’s shaft was bigger than Colt-1’s was now.

“I got some generations for you if you ever let me out of this fucking thing,” Spike grumbled.

“You are never going to put your dick inside flesh again, you little shit monkey,” Twilight snapped back at him. “And if Rarity or Fluttershy manages to sate you, I will scoop out their cunts and feed it to them.”

“Scoop this out,” Spike pressed his hand against Twilight’s cheek, middle claw raised.

Twilight wanted to kill him, but he so obviously wanted her to kill him at this point that if she did, he’d have won. He didn’t even stop if she tortured him anymore, especially since dragons were highly resistant to pony magic, so even that had stopped being fun. Instead she just threw him violently across the room head first into a steel wall, denting it and knocking him out so she could continue in peace.

“Look at that,” Twilight said to Filly-1 holding, the squalling Colt-2 up in front of her, “Look at the cock on the foal you made! You are good at making foals! They’ll treat you great in fuck-land.” She paused, “Except...”

Filly-1 was smiling despite her pain now, happy to see that she had created something so fuckable for Mama. She quirked her ears though.

“Mama lied to you,” Twilight smirked, “There’s nothing after death. You get the same oblivion that Colt-1 gets.”

Filly-1 stared, that broken glaze in her eyes that Twilight loved so much. Suddenly panic was on her face, even moving her front hooves downward to try and push the slit in her belly back together. As she started to feel sick and dizzy from the blood loss, she panicked more, which only made it gush out more as her tiny heart fluttered. Twilight simply smiled as she watched the terrified foal’s last moments.

“Mama...” Filly-1 managed, “Still... love you.”

“Well I never loved you,” Twilight grinned, savoring the last look of betrayal on Filly-1’s face, freezing as that as she grew still, her breath and heart shuddering to a halt.

Well that had been fun; Twilight had forgotten how fun it was to work under pressure, and how good she was at it. She glanced back to see if Colt-1 was either dead or shocked, but was just in time to see him pass out and flop onto his back, body spasming, though not yet gone. Twilight picked up Filly-1’s corpse and tossed it nonchalantly into the trash bin in the corner, then turned her attention fully to Colt-1.

A magical shock to his nerves put him wide awake again, just as Twilight was sliding atop him to straddle his bloody dick. He looked around, but saw Colt-2 where his sister had been.

“Filly-1?” Colt-1 asked weakly.

“She died,” said Twilight, “Turns out she went nowhere, just like you will! I’m glad you’re dying. Colt-2 is already so much better than you ever were.”

“Aw,” Colt-1 sniffled, sad that his sister wasn’t going to get to go to fuck-land like she wanted.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a new sister once I pop,” assured Twilight, “Though with any luck you’ll be dead by the time she arrives; you don’t deserve to meet her.”

Twilight shivered, watching Colt-1’s squirms and misery beneath her, feeling her orgasm build slowly beneath her, the crying of Colt-2 behind her only serving to drive her to further heights of lust, her face pure ecstasy at how Colt-1 clearly realized he was seconds from death.

Colt-1 as well was feeling his climax building, and his life fading just as quickly. He smiled weakly though, seeing the look of gleeful sadism on Mama’s face, taking some solace in knowing that he could make her so happy this one last time.

“Still love Mama,” Colt-1 whispered, “Always-“

His words were cut off by a shriek though as his pelvis gave quite suddenly, bones weakened from exhaustion and chemicals, splitting into several pieces. Twilight purred as she felt the break, grinning as she slammed a hoof down against his chest, ribs giving as she pushed downward, shards of bone impaling his organs as she pushed downward. He gagged up a fountain of blood, twitching violently for several more moments before starting to grow still.

Twilight leaned down and suckled the blood pooling in his muzzle, though it was quickly replaced. She savored the despair in his eyes as his life finally faded, but continued to roll her hips against his shaft. His cock wouldn’t go down even with him dead, so Twilight rode his corpse for several more minutes until she came, splattering her slimy silk all over him.

At first she thought that was a lot of fluid for an orgasm, but then she realized that her own pussy was vomiting the precursor to her labor. She moaned as her body compressed with a contraction, sliding her hooves over her belly, picking herself up in her own magic to lay back on an empty bed. Not wanting to miss her own birth either, she slid a large mirror in front of her bed, spreading her hinds legs so she had a good view of herself.

Twilight made no effort to make things easier on herself, and she didn’t have particularly great birthing hips herself. Doing this with no doctor would have been life threatening if not for her ability to stitch her own flesh back together. She wanted to watch the little monster tear her way out, feeling what Applejack and Filly-1 felt before death so that she could savor her murder of them even more.

Twilight just relaxed, moaning as each spasm of pain ripped through her, not even trying to breath correctly, wanting to suffer as much damage as she could. To her surprise, Filly-2 had the same idea, and Twilight felt a surge of magic from within her, Filly-2’s form pushing itself downward with greater force as if the fetus was trying to rip itself out.

Body shuddering as she arched he back, Twilight felt her tunnel literally come apart, splitting down one side, following by flesh tearing both above and below her pussy. She watched the mirror with wide eyes as her body opened up, able to see Filly-2’s head push outward. It came so violently that Twilight’s intestines spilled out onto the bed, and Filly-2 got tangled in them as she splattered on the bed. The infant began to squall, ripping apart Twilight’s intestines as they got in her way, then finally looking to her mother.

The pain was beautiful, circling through Twilight’s body as if building exponentially with each pass. Twilight might have come herself, but the parts she needed for that weren’t quite together. So excited was she that she almost let herself pass out before starting repairs, finally letting her magic string her back together. Filly-2 watched the hole from which she came close back up with fascination.

Filly-2 was purple like Twilight, if a bit darker, so she was a good contrast to Colt-2, who basically looked like the initial twins. Twilight would need to put a magic dampening horn on Filly-2, as she couldn’t imagine what her magic surges might be like. She couldn’t wait to talk to the little tyke, once she programmed all the words she needed into her cute little head.

Twilight sighed, relaxing and feeling like it was a job well done. Colt-1 was tossed into the bin after Filly-1, and the twos were strapped in for their own growth routines.

Spike staggered back up as Twilight was strapping them in, looking at the new entries, then glancing over toward the bin where the ones were.

“You gonna eat that?” asked Spike, pointing at the bin.

“You don’t have to ask if you can eat trash, dumbass,” grumbled Twilight as she worked.