Chapters 2. Twilight Does A Science
Twilight had had a secret lab in her treehouse before, but the lab in her palace was both better equipped and more secret. The Tree had obviously known what she wanted, because it was complete with holding cells, a myriad of supplies, scientific tools and machines, and even restraints and sexy toys, some of which were fitted specifically for foals.
The library attached to the lab was filled with books on dark magic and forbidden technology that she couldn’t keep in her primary lab. It had a lot of sex books too, one of her favorites being a kama sutra specifically for 'age-difference relationships'. That one and others that didn’t mention dark magic were moved to the main library though, as she wanted ponies to be able to check them out. She kept the foal-fucking sutra open at the front of the library, hoping to influence ponies that came visiting.
Twilight took Applejack’s foals down to the lab, immediately pulling together all the she would need. She was itching to turn the innocent cuties into toys for her research and pleasure, so planned to have them hyped up on growth hormones and magic for their entire stay, which would be their whole lives most likely. They would never even know about the world outside her lab; they would only know each other and Twilight, and maybe Fluttershy if Twilight invited her over, as Twilight enjoyed bonding with Fluttershy as a fellow foalophile.
But for now she had science to do! She only had one incubator prepared, having only expected one infant, but she had spares for all the parts, so putting together a second wasn’t difficult. She started with Filly-1, placing her on a minimally comfortable mat, taking a moment to admire her little body.
She was so deliciously underage, not to mention still blood covered. Twilight ran her tongue over her belly, then down to her slit, tasting Applejack’s drying blood. The thought of her own treachery, having murdered one that trusted her and left them to rot, was drenching her pussy. Twilight decided that betrayal was her second favorite fetish, and was tempted to move on to her other friends, maybe turning on Fluttershy at their next session. Killing too many of them would make it too hard to keep Twilight’s activities secret, however, so she’d wait for a more appropriate opening when the death of another friend would have scientific value.
“Spike, I need to pee,” Twilight called back to Spike as she gave the filly one more lick, then began to clean the rest of the blood off with her magic, smiling at how fluffy the little science-toy was.
“Ugh,” Spike sighed, but padded over all the same. Twilight often did this when she didn’t feel like stopping for a bathroom break during an experiment. He moved around beneath the bed she was at, grasping her flanks and pushing his muzzle against her pussy, cupping over her whole vulva. He tried not to make too disgusted of a face as he tasted the trickle as she released, urine flowing from her urethra, dutifully guzzled by her dragon slave.
“Tongue,” Twilight smacked Spike’s head roughly with a hoof, since that should be understood. Meanwhile she worked on Filly-1, placing a breathing mask over her face, which would keep her sedated enough not to try and crawl off, as well as feed her. What she’d be fed with looked like pink slime, and was disgusting to be sure, but it would ensure that she grew quickly. She would need to prepare more of that since she had an extra prisoner.
Another tube that covered her little slit and asshole, ready to suck away any mess that she made, after Twilight gave it another lick. She then placed a helmet around the infant’s cranium, which would give her a crash course in all the education she needed, which was basically how to talk and nothing else. All she needed to be able to do was follow directions. Sex ed wasn’t included of course, since Twilight wanted to do that hooves on.
“I am going to fuck you so hard,” grinned Twilight, kissing Filly-1’s forehead once more, “And so is your brother.” She moved a hoof to Spike’s head then, gyrating her hips against his muzzle, “You’re such a good toilet Spike.”
Meanwhile, Spike tried his best to do as said. He rolled his ridiculously long tongue into his mistress’s slit, parting her lips even as he continued to guzzle her piss, twisting about inside her, able to go so deep that he could actually lap at her cervix. It’d been a long time since she let Spike put anything but his tongue in there; sometimes he wondered if she was experimenting on him by getting him as pent-up as possible around her. Or perhaps he was just getting too old for her to be as interested in him; he was thirteen now after all.
Twilight moved on to the colt, grinning as she held him up and slurped about his shaft. Even now his cute little pecker stiffened a bit as her tongue batted it around and lips pulled back his tiny sheath. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her; the fact that he was so young would be well worth the lack-of-tightness.
She attached him to the machines as well, settling him in for his forced growing. The magical goop he would be fed was laced with painkillers, but she only did that to keep them from breaking completely before she could play with them. It would still be excruciating for their little bodies as they grew, and Twilight shivered just imagining their screams. She’d have to sleep on a cot down in the lab so she could fall asleep to the sweet sound of their tears.
With any luck, the excruciating process would get them up to breeding age within a few months, with their bodies being about five years old, the same age that Twilight was when she lost her virginity to Shining at his eighth birthday party. She still remembered getting her face shoved into his cake as he raped her, to the encouragement of their parents. Such heart-warming memories. Now that Fluttershy had gotten her into foals as well, she could appreciate her foalhood all the more.
“Oh, yes,” Twilight moaned, finishing her urination only to blow another blast of cunt honey into Spike’s face, which he lapped up obediently as well. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue washing the insides of her tunnel, then finally letting him come up for air. She smirked down at him, “What’s with the face like you think it’s gross? Net times make a nicer face or I’ll rape your faggot ass again.”
“Understood,” Spike sighed.
3. Twilight Plays A Game With Foals
Filly-1 and Colt-1 were doing well, but it was difficult to do much fun with them while they were on the machines. Luckily Twilight had another outlet for herself, her occasional meetings with the Crusaders. Sure they had their cutie marks now, but they didn’t come to learn new things anymore, even if Applebloom told Applejack that so she could come. No, they came to fuck.
Speaking of which, Applejack had been missing for weeks, and Applebloom was really torn up. Comforting her would be so hot; she’d never know it was her big sister’s murderer that was doing it.
Fluttershy usually joined as well, and today was no different. She arrived early, bowing to Twilight as the door was opened.
“There you are!” Twilight hugged her, “It’s always nice to see my filly-fooling-friend!” She winked, “And I have a surprise for you after the Crusaders leave. You’ll love it.”
“Oh that sounds exciting!” smiled Fluttershy, then looked around ,”Where’s Spike?” He was usually making them nachos, despite never getting to participate.
“I think he probably went to Rarity’s,” Twilight rolled her eyes, “I told him he isn’t supposed to have sex! I want to study the effects of dragons being pent up, but I don’t want the experiment to know he’s the experiment either.”
“You could always rape him up the ass with a spiked dildo as punishment,” Fluttershy suggested helpfully, even if she would be breaking the rule with Spike if she were alone with him.
“Well I don’t want him to have ANY sex,” Twilight pondered, “Besides I think the little faggot is starting to like it. When I raped him for fucking Applejack, he moaned more than screamed.”
“Applejack?” Fluttershy tilted her head.
“Before she went missing,” Twilight quickly added, which was the truth.
“Hey Twilight! Hey Fluttershy!” three excited voices spoke from the door as they bounded in.
It took Twilight clearing her throat three times before they bowed to her, if briefly, but she let it go because of how fuckable they were. If they keep messing up when they’re older, they’d be in real trouble.
But that was for later. In the here and now, she led them deeper into the palace, into a room where they wouldn’t likely be disturbed. It was basically her foal fucking room, as it was full of restraints and toys sized for foals. Usually they just went from cover to cover in the foalish Sutra, but they had finished up the last positions at their last visit, so now they’d need something new.
Foals loved games, so Twilight decided to find a sexy board game or something. She got one from Lyra of all ponies. Twilight was giving Lyra 100 lashes for jaywalking in front of Twilight’s cart, and during their between-screams conversation, Twilight mentioned her problem. Lyra offered to let her borrow one of hers; it was nice to have friends she could count on.
“Since we’re out of fuck positions, I got us all a new game,” Twilight said to the kids, “It’s called uh... Yiff”
“That sounds like what a retard would say during orgasm,” Scootaloo complained.
“Does anypony remember if Derpy said that?” asked Sweetie.
“It’s probably some other language,” Twilight explained, “We have this board with a front and back drawing of a... humanish thing.” At least Twilight had altered it so the breasts were in the right place, “Then you have these two dice. One has sex acts on it instead of numbers. You throw that onto the picture so that it lands somewhere on the body. Then you roll the number die to see who your target is! Then you do that thing to that pony at that body part! The last pony to orgasm wins.”
Fluttershy giggled, “Um, if their performance on the quiet game is any indication, they’ll lose really fast, not that I’m saying you’d be bad if you were fast... please don’t hate me!”
“Well then I guess we’ll win!” shrugged Twilight, “It’s fine, and we’ll just start over if the game ends. The pony that orgasmed is supposed to be taken out of the game, but I’m not doing that.” Princesses were allowed to break rules.
“Oh, well that’s nice,” smiled Fluttershy, “Sound fun you three?”
Scootaloo and Sweetie gave loud cheers, but Applebloom grunted, “Sure.”
“Aw don’t be down. You’ll get into it!” Twilight smiled gently, tugging the little one close into her lap, “I’m really sorry all that is happening, but you know she’d want you to be happy right?” Twilight tried very hard not to spontaneously orgasm from the thrill of saying that to her victim’s sister.
“Ah guess,” Applebloom agreed.
Twilight got everypony ready, meaning that she cast a quick spell to give both her and Fluttershy foal-fucking sticks. It seemed like such a process would be painful, but it was actually pleasant. Both mares sighed together at the feel of their new organs pulsing out, especially Twilight, who had pulled Applebloom into her lap and was throbbing against her back.
Twilight told them the order was Applebloom, Sweetie, and Scootaloo because Twilight liked her the least. Afterward were Fluttershy and Twilight.
Applebloom took both dice into her inferior sticky-hoof and rolled both onto the image. She hit the image on the right breast, though frowned as she had been aiming for the slit. The act it landed on was ‘bite’. Applebloom stared at that, and then looked over to Sweetie.
“Ooooh boy,” Sweetie said uncertainly, but she didn’t make a move to resists either. They all knew non-cooperation by either of them would result in violent rape by Twilight with something metal. Settling on firm or even rough rape was better.
“You changed those, ya cunt, “Scootaloo laughed.
Oh the things Twilight would do to that little scamp if not for the fact that Scootaloo was still a cute, fuckable foal. One day...
“Perhaps!” giggled Twilight good-naturedly, but all the same pushed Applebloom from her lap and coaxed her over to Sweetie once again. “Just don’t cause permanent damage!”
Applebloom was fine with it, since it gave her an outlet for her jealousy of Sweetie for still having an older sister to molest her. Even if Rarity didn’t, she could do it, and that was enough.
Applebloom suddenly pushed Sweetie’s head back to slam it hard on the floor, eliciting a yelp from Sweetie, possibly on accident. She then pinned her down straddling her reverse-cowgirl style at her neck, leaning down and sliding her hooves about her breasts as she leaned down. She bit down hard on the right nipple, twisting her head in such a way that she would have ripped it clean off if she had a predator’s teeth.
“Stop it!” Sweetie squealed as she teared up, “She said no permanent damage!”
“Indeed I did,” agreed Twilight, “But if it’s something I can quickly fix, then it’s not permanent.”
Applebloom twisted her head again, finally ripping it free as Sweetie’s complaints quickly became sobs. She cried so easily; Twilight loved that about her. Applebloom swallowed it quickly, then since Sweetie’s foalish tit didn’t have any milk, she nursed the blood instead. She did it every bit as eagerly as a starving infant would, pushing her hooves down on either side of the breast as if to squeeze more out.
“So fucking hot,” Scootaloo just scared, completely undisturbed by one friend seriously injuring another.
“It really is,” said Fluttershy, “Watching this makes me wish that my parents and brother raped me, at least for punishment.”
“Oh wow Fluttershy, I never knew that, that’s terrible,” Twilight said sincerely, “Not even one punishment rape? What awful parents; they had no business trying to raise a foal.”
“They have this corn-cob shaped dildo they rape us with at the orphanage, they leave one hanging above the door in every bedroom,” Scootaloo interjected randomly. “The thing feels like fucking sandpaper.”
“It’s nice to hear that they’re taking good care of you,” smiled Fluttershy, sliding a hoof over Scootaloo’s sweet underage body as they watched.
They were still all watching Applebloom, who at this point was tearing chunks of skin off of Sweetie’s breast as the unicorn sobbed and writhed beneath, kicking her legs as pain shot through her little body, but not daring to attempt escape either. The passionate filly continued tearing, taking chunks of spongy breast meat when she ran out of skin, ripping out the underdeveloped milk ducts and chewing well before swallowing.
Applebloom’s front was covered in blood now, and a puddle of it was forming beneath Sweetie Belle. Applebloom didn’t stop until Sweetie literally didn’t have a right breast for her to do anything further to. Sweetie was wailing and arching her back, the sexy foalish screams echoing down the halls from the chambers.
Twilight hoped Starlight didn’t hear the screaming and complain. That dyke could be such an insufferable prude, meaning of course that Twilight didn’t like it that Starlight wasn’t interested in fucking Twilight. Still, Applebloom was so eager that the injury might have been fatal if left alone, so Twilight gently pulled Sweetie’s head upward as Sweetie was swallowing the last bit of meat, then healed the breast back to working order, though she also did a breast reduction since Sweetie wasn’t as flat as she used to be.
“Sorry Sweetie Belle,” said Applebloom, panting, “Ah got a lil’ eager there.”
“Its fine,” Sweetie said, though she was still crying even after Twilight had fixed it, “I owed you a favor for paying for my ice cream yesterday.” Sweetie ran her tongue out, tasting her own tears. Tears were delicious, regardless of who made them.
“Why don’t you two eat and make up for just a few minutes before the next turn?” Fluttershy suggested, even as she scooped as much of Sweetie’s blood off the floor that she could, licking it off her hoof like it was pudding. “Killing you three would be really hot, um, not that I’m gonna do that or anything! I’m just pointing it out. I would never kill a friend or friend’s family.”
“I would kill anypony given a reason!” announced Twilight proudly, “Even all of you! ESPECIALLY all of you!” Even Princess Celestia and Luna, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. It was a good thing that Luna believed Twilight when Twilight said that the dreams of killing them both were nightmares.
“I sure wish I were as assertive as you, Twilight” nodded Fluttershy.
Meanwhile, Applebloom and Sweetie were getting along again, not that weren’t before. Applebloom was massaging Sweetie’s breasts more gently, lapping her tongue slowly over her little slit several times before pressing her muzzle against her firmly, lapping as deeply as she could. able to scoop up plenty of cunt honey with how wet Sweetie had gotten. Applebloom loved the taste of pussy and had gone down on all the fillies in her class, even doing Diamond and Silver before she got along with them. In fact she had gotten good at it, showing more talent than ponies twice her age as she rubbed against the clit with her chin, not leaving any flesh she could reach out. She suddenly realized that her sister being gone was a good thing for her; none of the others would get onto her as much for fucking non-family.
Sweetie wasn’t the pint-sized cunt-master that Applebloom was, but made up for it in eagerness, grasping Applebloom’s plot, rubbing her hooves all over her before tweaking at her nipples firmly, though not enough to imply hard feelings. Applebloom was even more drenched, and Sweetie felt like she was trying to perform cunnilingus on a water faucet. It rolled down her cheeks, Sweetie gargling what of it that she caught in her muzzle before guzzling as much as she could. She liked doing Applebloom because her being forbidden from this made it sexier. She hoped the rest of Applebloom’s family would continue that if Applejack didn’t come back.
“Aw, they’re so adorable,” Fluttershy beamed, “Seeing two fillies explore each other’s sweet little underage bodies is always sweet.”
“Oh yeah,” Twilight agreed, “It’s almost as hot as seeing an adult rape one!”
Together they licked their lips and looked down at Scootaloo, who was laying head down ass up with legs spread, feverishly masturbating as she watched with a grin.
They were distracted by squeals from the other foals, and it looked like both of them were losing together. Applebloom forced her whole muzzle inside so that she could feel her friend’s cum canal convulse against her, and Sweetie continued to both guzzle and lick even as she began to drown, her face turning slowly blue as she tried to take in all the delicious goo.
“I lose!” blurted out before they could, as if she were racing them to who could lose first. Her happy bits fired off and sprayed a mist of the minor’s mint, both Twilight and Fluttershy opening their mouths to taste as much of the sweet nectar as they could.
“Me too!” Sweetie gurgled as soon as she could manage.
“Me three!” announced Applebloom happily , after several seconds struggling to pull her face out of Sweetie’s nethers.
Twilight floated the dice to Sweetie even while he still panted. She may have gotten her tit chewed off, but it was still technically her turn.
“Okay, let’s see what I get I guess,” Sweetie said a bit dizzily.
Sweetie rolled, smiling as she hit the drawing squarely on the crotch, “Yes! Let’s see what I- Kick? I have to cunt-punt Fluttershy?“
“Repeatedly,” nodded Twilight, who very good at stealth telekinesis. Fluttershy had perhaps the hottest crying that Twilight had ever heard, as good as a foal’s even, and Twilight hadn’t gotten to hear it in too long, “Remember how Applebloom did you! You gotta really get into it!”
“Oh my,” Fluttershy got wide-eyed, “Um, could you take my dick off then, Twilight, if you don’t mind?”
“Goodness no,” Twilight giggled, “That’d be cheating. If you want that available for fucking them later, you have to use it for this too! Besides, now she has two things to punt!”
“Whoa,” grinned Scootaloo eagerly, “That’s a new level of hurt!”
“Just wait until you hear Fluttershy cry,” Twilight smiled gently at Scootaloo, patting her head, “It’s so incredibly hot.”
“You are so doing this on purpose,” Scootaloo said to Twilight. “This is just like the thing with the cart full of filly scouts in Manehattan.”
“You are so going to have trouble sitting down for the next week,” Twilight said firmly. Scootaloo was being so unfair to her. Mass crucifixion had clearly been the best way to handle such a sensitive situation! “And you are so going to die as soon as you’re too old to get me off properly. In. Excruciating. Pain. It’s not like there’s any family to miss you, is there.“
Scootaloo got very silent and still, eyes slowly sliding to look at Twilight, the protégée of the one that had torched Scootaloo’s parents to begin with. Scootaloo immediately pissed herself, urine streaming down her hind legs. She was afraid to even more from the puddle, instead lying on her belly with her legs tucked in in and fur soaking up her terror pee. She was definitely going to mind Twilight from here on.
“Sorry... I will lick that up.” Scootaloo stammered, though she had to wait until she was done.
“Thank you, Scootaloo,” smiled Twilight, “That’s very sweet of you.” Twilight then turned to watch the show, licking her lips.
Fluttershy, eyes open and teeth clenched, stood on all fours, turning her plot around to face Sweetie. Sweetie at first just turned over to face plots and lifted one leg to try and reach, but that didn’t work very well. Twilight, being more of an expert and harming others, casually took Sweetie in her magic, laying the filly on her back with her hind legs directly beneath where Fluttershy’s legs were spread. Twilight grasped Fluttershy’s behind, tilting her back and down to bring both her balls and slit into optimal kicking range.
“There you go, Sweetie,” smiled Twilight, “I’ll even give those lascivious little legs of yours a temporary strength boost.”
“That’s really sweet of you,” Fluttershy said through clenched teeth, always impressed with Twilight’s kindness toward foals.
Sweetie pulled back both legs, slamming a hoof into each testicle on the first kick, Fluttershy firmly holding herself down in an effort to greaten the impact. The shy pony squeaked adorably, knees instinctively trying to straighten and pull herself away, but she forced it down again as Sweetie was nailing her a second time, this time an impressive plot shot squarely in the slit with enough strength that one of her hooves became lodged inside and had to be pulled back.
“G-good job, Sweetie,” Fluttershy stammered, tears running down her face. Fluttershy lowered her head so that Applebloom could reach it, the filly licking the tears off one side of her face as Twilight did the other.
Once Sweetie got the hang of it, she kicked one leg and then the other, wailing on each like a boxer on a speed bag. Fluttershy was bawling as a new sharp pain shot up through her with each whack, her balls slowly bruising, turning a sickly black and blue and only hurting more with each impact. Despite her clear agony, Fluttershy pushed her hindquarters downward, bouncing back into place for the next kick.
Once that was done, fluttershy felt Sweetie slam her little hooves smacking her breasts in the same manner. Fluttershy’s breasts were quite milky since she was fond of letting foals nurse when she was molesting them, so they acted as a perfect other set, the powerful impacts bruising those as well.
Fluttershy began to gag from the sharp pains that now eclipsed all else, but she also started to moan, and Sweetie couldn’t help but notice Fluttershy’s cooch dripping with arousal onto Sweetie’s hooves. Sweetie pulled back both hooves and slammed them back against Fluttershy’s slit, more careful not to impale it at first, but after a moment of bruising the outside, began to intentionally impale it, effectively fucking Fluttershy with one hoof and then the other as she bruised Fluttershy’s most sensitive inner flesh, the soft cunt soon swollen and discolored.
As Sweetie started over with Fluttershy’s balls, repeatedly slamming both hooves into the already injured orbs, it was all the pegaslut could take, shrieking Fluttershy rolled back her eyes, blood dripping down her muzzle from how hard she was grinding her teeth, and briefly passed out from the excruciating agony. Granted, she also creamed herself, quite violently in fact, drenching Sweetie’s hind legs and belly. Sweetie finally ceased due to sheer exhaustion, and due to Fluttershy collapsing atop her.
“I win!” announced Twilight happily. She knew Fluttershy loved getting abused, whether her shy friend admitted it or not.
While they were having fun, Scootaloo was diligently slurping up her urine from the floor, not missing a single square inch of it, and getting a good taste of Sweetie’s blood where the red and yellowish puddles combined on one edge. Even when done, she was afraid to stop licking. There were few things as adorable as a foal fearing for their life.
“Scootaloo, you take a turn, even if the game is kinda over!” Twilight suggested.
“Oh um, yes,” Scootaloo took a deep breath, still trying to gauge if Twilight’s words had been a warning or if she was inevitably going to be murdered.
The dice rolled, landing right on the border between asshole and slit. Scootaloo sighed at what it landed on: ‘get raped by’. How was that even a choice? Even better, the number die landed on its corner, half-way between four and five, Twilight and Fluttershy. It was now blatant that Twilight was determining the outcome, but nopony dared to call her on it. They had learned an important lesson: don’t mess with ponies that can legally murder you, especially if you are an unloved orphan.
“Right,” Scootaloo took a deep breath, “I guess that means... Twilight and Fluttershy in cunt and ass... Hoo...” Normally Scootaloo actually would have been happy to get double-pounded, but she knew Twilight enough that she was take the ‘raped’ part of the instruction to heart, making certain to do this in such a way that Scootaloo wouldn’t consent, and she would make it worse if Scootaloo tried to pretend she didn’t enjoy it before it got that bad.
“Well, I’m no tyrant, so I’ll let Scootaloo decide who will rape which hole!” Twilight offered, her horn glowing as she repaired Fluttershy enough that she should properly participate, then casually smacked her in the face with a hoof until she blinked back awake, “Wakey, Flutters, time to get balls-deep in underage holes.”
“Oh goodness, finally,” Fluttershy nodded, and then smiled at Sweetie, “You did a good job Sweetie!”
“Uh,” Scootaloo had the decision, but was still clearly terrified of choosing wrongly, “T-Twilight up the asshole, uh, so she can hurt me more.”
“Great!” Twilight seemed happy with it, “Let us know when you want us to stop, okay?” Not that they would, but that was the point of the rape game.
“Aw, you’re a pwecious widdle slut,” Fluttershy baby-talked at Scootaloo, ruffling her mane. “It’ll take a lot to rape your cute little patootie, won’t it!”
“Uh, maybe we could help?” Applebloom suggested quietly, “Ah mean, since tha game is technically over anyway... and ah never had a dick before.”
“A great idea!” laughed Twilight, “You can both take her muzzle.”
Since Applebloom and Sweetie had never been futaized, they didn’t know that it wasn’t supposed to hurt, so Twilight was a bit of a troll by making it intentionally excruciating for them. The kids squealed like only a tortured filly can, writhing on the floor as their bodies reshaped, taking several long moments before picking themselves up again.
“Hee,” Fluttershy simpered at Twilight’s amusing prank.
Fluttershy rolled over onto her back, getting her mane soaked in the puddle of cool foal blood still on the floor, and patted her belly. Scootaloo chuckled awkwardly, crawling up atop Fluttershy, spreading her hind legs and straddling the shy pony’s cock as she had so many times before. She breathed deeply as she rubbed herself against the pulsating meat, then moved herself to sit her tight opening against Fluttershy’s tip. She jerked slightly as Twilight touched her from behind, sliding a hoof up her body before mounting over her, the adults surrounding the filly’s tiny form, Twilight’s tip pressing against Scootaloo’s behind, and seemingly not going to bother with lubrication. Sure it’d hurt Twilight too, but a little pain for her was worth making a lot more pain for Scootaloo.
“Can we just-“ Scootaloo started to peep, but was quieted as both her filly-friends crawled up, practically standing on Fluttershy’s chest so that they could mount Scootaloo’s face. Scootaloo opened wide, working her tongue back and forth.
Meanwhile Fluttershy leaned her head up and began giving nice long licks to Applebloom’s foalish flesh cavern, while Twilight leaned forward to nuzzle at Sweetie, who raised her tail so that Twilight could get a muzzle full of moppet muff. Soon the room was full of the lewd slurps of adult muzzles making out with preteen pussies.
All those sounds were covered though as Scootaloo was yanked down onto the twin shafts. At first Scootaloo’s moans were rather pleasant, shivering at the familiar stretch of a nice thick stallion cock stretching out her filly hole, which gripped Fluttershy’s pulsing shaft and milked it wetly, Fluttershy relaxing happily beneath the whole mess. Twilight rammed her shaft just as violently, though at first even that felt nice; Scootaloo appreciated the warm stretch of her anus around the fuck flesh of somepony twice her age.
However, they went deep fast, Fluttershy slamming Scootaloo’s cervix like a battering ram and forcing its way into her immature womb, while Twilight went so deeply that it felt like she punched right through into Scootaloo’s organ sack. They began to thrust together, Scootaloo’s small body bloating with the twin girths, so tightly packed together.
Twilight purred in lust, then used her magic to twist at Scootaloo’s hips, cleaning cracking the young one’s pelvis cleanly into two chunks so that the fat cocks had more room to stab deep. Scootaloo shrieked, not having expected Twilight to actually cause her serious injury, eyes wide as she cried.
Scootaloo tried to plea for mercy only to gag violently as her throat was also pried open by two shafts, one forcing its way in as the other pulled out, the other fillies groaning at their first time with a dick. They seemed all for hurting their little friend, each taking one of Scootaloo’s wings, at first just twisting them to be uncomfortable. After a while though, Applebloom bent hard to snap the fragile flight bone, and Sweetie followed sweet to snap the other, each earning another wail from Scootaloo.
“Mmm I wanna kill this worthless brat,” Twilight moaned, “We could use her up and then toss her out with the trash. Who’s with me?”
“Oh goodness,” blushed Fluttershy, “I’d really enjoy that, if everypony else doesn’t mind.”
“Aw yea,” Applebloom panted, “That sounds just peachy.”
“Oh PLEASE let’s do that!” agreed Sweetie enthusiastically.
Scootaloo sobbed in both agony and abject terror now, squirming and trying pointlessly to worm her way out between them. She wanted to plead for her life, but every attempt just met with more problem, her face starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen.
Twilight and Fluttershy began working their muzzles more firmly, savoring the desperation in Scootaloo’s eyes as well as how ridiculously juicy her friends were getting at the talk of murdering her. Kids were so silly.
Scootaloo convulsed as Fluttershy fired off first, pounding her little pussy raw as a fountain of fluttercum painted the insides of her womb, quickly filling to overflow and then continuing to ram until Scootaloo’s womb literally burst from the abuse, the bloat in Scootaloo’s belly evening out over the rest of her body as the spunk flowed out around her other organs. Twilight convulsed too as she pushed deeper into Scootaloo’s gut and turned her lower insides into a soup of intestines basting in sperm.
Sweetie and Applebloom were into it every bit as much as the adults, forcing their shafts happily into Scootaloo’s throat, both squeezing her neck at the same time, making sure her air was cut off completely, the combined pressure eventually collapsing Scootaloo’s neck, crushing her larynx, making her convulse and vomit blood, slickening the twin shafts pounding her face as both exploded, a puddle of swirling white and red forming on the floor beneath her.
Twilight yanked herself out of Scootaloo’s behind, then with on magical motion pulled Scootaloo free from the others, all the connections broken with a chorus of lewd slurps, leaving Scootaloo a convulsing mess as she was dropped on the floor, still suffocating from her crushed throat and bleeding out all three of her cock ports.
“Oh wow!” Sweetie panted, “She’s really gonna die!”
“Yeah,” Applebloom stared, coming down from her fuck high but still rubbing herself to the sight, “That bitch ain’t gettin’ back up.”
“Mmm, such good little sluts,” Fluttershy purred, pushing Applebloom and Sweetie gently towards Scootaloo, “Go on now, enjoy your little friend’s body as she dies.”
Applebloom and Sweetie fondled Scootaloo, who was only able to stare with tear-stained eyes at them with betrayal in her eyes. Each of them kissed her, lovingly lapping blood from her throat before they held her close, each placing an ear against her chest and waiting eagerly for her heart to stop.
Twilight smirked though, tugging the other two fillies away from Scootaloo with her magic, a magical aura surrounding Scootaloo that stitched her slowly back together, the foal drawing a new breath nearly seconds before she would have died.
“Gotcha,” Twilight smirked at Scootaloo.
“Aw,” Sweetie sighed in disappointment.
“Hay!” Applebloom complained, “Ah really wanted her to die...”
“Fuck you, Bloom,” Scootaloo snapped at her, “I hope your sister’s as dead as your parents.”
“Aw don’t be like that,” Applebloom said, “How ‘bout ah buy ya a milkshake next time we’re in Sugar Cube Corner.”
“I guess I could buy you one too!” smiled Sweetie.
“Really?” Scootaloo panted, “Fine... we’ll go straight there from here and call it even.”
4. Twilight Tells Fluttershy A Secret
“So, um, you had a surprise?” Fluttershy asked as Twilight led her deeper into the Friendship Palace, now that the Crusaders had limped off, on their way to Rarity's so they could make use of her Jacuzzi for their sore bodies.
“Oh yes, you’ll like this,” nodded Twilight as she opened the secret door to the lower floors, “But just to make clear: nopony can know of this experiment yet, not even Celestia. If I suspect you’re going to tell anypony about this, and I WILL be able to tell, I will make certain that you die in unrelenting agony.”
“That seems reasonable,” agreed Fluttershy. “I do hope it’s a good surprise though, because... well I don’t want to seem disrespectful, but I was sort of disappointed that we didn’t go through with killing Scootaloo. It’s left me... sort of worked up... PLEASE DON’T KILL ME FOR SAYING THAT!”
“Oh no worries, I’m not going to kill you today,” assured Twilight, “I just wanted to kill them all together; it seemed wrong to just do one and leave the other two alive. I’ll make sure to invite you once they bore me enough that I cease allowing them to live.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Fluttershy beamed.
Twilight led Fluttershy deeper, taking her to where the two foals were hooked up to the machines. The little ones had grown significantly, though still weren’t the age where Twilight could force-breed them. The filly looked like she was going to have wide birthing hips, a trait that her mother obviously didn’t have; maybe it skipped a generation. The colt had a nice sheath developing, though it didn’t look like it’d be as impressive as his fathers, not that he was going to live long enough for them to know how big it could get. Either way it was rock hard, the foal so hyped up that he couldn’t have gone soft no matter how much he wanted.
“Hi Mama. Hi not-Mama,” said Filly-1, having learned a bit through the head device already. She twitched like she was in pain, but didn’t complain. That was the only way she ever remembered feeling, so the filly had assumed that’s just the normal way to feel.
“Can help Mommy?” asked Colt-1. He was always asking to help, though perhaps only so maybe he’d get to move around the lab like Mommy did.
“Shut up, dears,” said Twilight, “I’m entertaining a guest.” She then turned to Fluttershy, “Can you guess whose these are?”
“Applejacks?” Fluttershy found it obvious, “... did you murder Applejack? I’m not judging of course...”
“Nah,” shrugged Twilight, “I just let her bleed out during birth while I watched and did nothing.”
“Oh don’t give yourself so little credit,” Fluttershy said encouragingly, patting Twilight on the shoulder, “That’s basically murdering her.”
“You’re just a good friend, Fluttershy, especially for a feather-brain,” Twilight hugged her, “I’m really going to miss you if I ever have to murder you for an experiment too.”
“Was she sexy when she died?” asked Fluttershy, “Where’d you get rid of the corpse?”
“Oh it was super-hot, the way she cried and begged for my help,” informed Twilight. “And I just buried it in the orchard and covered it well.
“Can I fuck her?” asked Fluttershy, looking down at the twins.
Twilight started to answer, then paused, “Do you mean the filly, or Applejack.”
“Um, both?” Fluttershy peeped, sounding embarrassed upon revealing another secret fetish to Twilight. “We’ll start with the filly.”
“With the filly, they’ll be on the machines until they’re the age for my experiment,” explained Twilight, “The forced-growing may get weird if I try to pause and restart it.”
“What’s the experiment?” asked Fluttershy.
“It’s very interesting!” Twilight loved explaining science stuff, “See, since these foals are from a brother-sister relationship, I’m going to breed them together to get at least one more male and female foal, then continue on and on until something happens.”
“Science is hard to understand,” nodded Fluttershy.
“Well I’m mostly just throwing science at the wall to see what sticks,” giggled Twilight, “Clearly I’m not just rationalizing reasons to do lewd things with foals.”
“Are you sure I can’t just get one poke in?” asked Fluttershy hopefully, “If you took off their electro-diaper-thing, they could stay hooked up to the rest while I fucked them. It’s just... they’re so adorably tight.”
“Well,” Twilight was reluctant, “I sort of wanted her twin brother to break her in for the kink factor.”
“Well, nothing says you can’t go ahead and let him have a go now, even if he can’t impregnate her yet,” suggested Fluttershy, her eyes beaming with hope, her thighs drenched with fresh arousal in anticipation, “I’d be happy to wait my turn... please?”
“Tell you what,” Twilight offered, “If you assist me with the presentation I’m giving at Celestia’s, I’ll let you have a go at them now.”
“I’d be glad to!” agreed Fluttershy, casually moving closer to Twilight so that she could press their cocks together and slowly stroke them off as one, “What is the presentation on?”
“Magically-assisted gang-rape,” explained Twilight, “Minuette was killed during practice, so I need another assistant that can handle being violently raped for several hours without dying. Then I’ll need to scoop out most of your organs to show the students the internal trauma, but I’ll put you back together when we’re done.”
“Sure, that seems easy enough,” Fluttershy nodded. “Um, with Applejack...”
“We’ll discuss the corpse fucking when we’re done with the foal fucking,” Twilight cut her off. “If my dick gets any harder I’m going to pass out from blood loss.”
“I know what you mean,” Fluttershy turned to the foals and licked her lips. “I haven’t gotten a go at infants since I last babysat for the Cakes, and even then I didn’t have a cock handy to fully appreciate them.”
“It looks like you two get to play a new game,” Twilight informed the twins, using her magic to temporarily remove their fanny sacks and cleaning off their lower halves for use. Their upper half stayed attached to machines, riddled with IVs pumping them full of drugs, sedatives, and hormones.
Colt-1 and Filly-1 were barely to move in their current condition, but that was fixed easily with a jolt of magic to each of their atrophied bodies to stimulate some muscle tension. Twilight picked up colt-1 from his bed, moving him and his equipment to Filly-1’s bed, laying him next to her. For a moment the two just looked at each other and blinked, having never seen their twin so close before.
“Go on, it’s time to fuck,” said Twilight, “That thing I told you about; just pull close and explore, your bodies will know what to do.”
“Mmm,” Fluttershy said as she watched, pulling closer to Twilight and hugging her forelegs and one wing around her, “Two deliciously underage bodies exploring sex for the first time, natural instincts in action. So hot.”
As the little ones pulled each other together, Colt-1 seemed curious, feeling the heat of another body against his for the first time. Filly-1 though was outright ravenous, grinding her hips when she felt his flesh pole pulsate against her belly. He began to thrust as well, shivering at the softness of her fur against his shaft. Their feeding masks tapped together, their upper halves not being able to pull completely together, but the parts that counted were still in range.
“Push it inside here, sweetie,” Twilight said to Colt-1, grasping his shaft with her magic, giving it a squeeze, then pulling it to put his tip against his sister’s virgin entrance, pressed just enough into her to feel her hymen flex against it. “Shove in and out as hard as you can. Don’t stop, especially if she screams or cries.”
He rammed it just as he was told, her little cherry popping and a trickle of blood drooling down as he pushed deeper. Not only did she not cry, she squealed in delight as her lips were parted for the first time. The fact that they had been in constant pain their whole lives made it feel even better. The siblings shuddered against one another as their bellies slapped together for the first time, practically having seizures at the intense pleasure.
At first Twilight was worried that their little hearts had burst as they stared broken for a few seconds, but soon enough they started moving again. Their bodies pounded together, the wet slapping of underage bodies filling the quiet lab, beautiful along with the music of their little squeaks and moans. It was quickly obvious that these two were going to bang any time Twilight let them without grabbing distance of one another, which was perfect.
Predictably, they lasted mere seconds on their first go, Colt-1 kicking all four legs violently as he had his first orgasm, eyes wide with confusion as pleasure fried his nerves. Filly-1 might very well have been locked in constant climax from the moment she felt a cock push through her soft pleasure canal, splattering juice on herself, him, and their viewers shortly before overflowing with his immature sperm.
Fluttershy continued to grind her dick against Twilight’s as they watched, rubbing her hooves against her. Twilight blinked and perked her ears when Fluttershy actually kissed her, but didn’t see to mind as long as she could still see the action.
“Ready for some foal cunt?” grinned Twilight when the little ones were done.
“Oh fuck yes,” panted Fluttershy, “Um, but first, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while...”
“What?” asked Twilight as Fluttershy rubbed her whole body against her.
“I... sort of love you,” admitted Fluttershy, “I mean a lot, you’re all I think about, when I’m not thinking about sex with foals at least, and I was hoping... we could be marefriends?”
“You... love me?” Twilight blinked.
“More than I ever thought possible,” nodded Fluttershy.
“That’s interesting,” Twilight nodded back, “Because I think that you’re an insufferable cunt.”
Fluttershy stared.
“Honestly,” explained Twilight, “The only reason I keep you around is that you like foals more than anypony I know and you have a lot of interesting fetishes, but those are your only redeeming characteristics. Otherwise you’re an annoying bitch and a detriment to the team.”
“Oh,” Fluttershy teared up, “I’m glad that’s settled then.”
“Don’t start crying unless you want your eyes gouged out,” Twilight looked angry, to the point that Fluttershy had to pull away as it suddenly felt like she was hugging a hot stove eye, “It’s offensive that you thought me, an ALICORN, would lower herself to dyking out regularly with a FEATHER-BRAIN like you.” Twilight sounded like she was seconds from snapping Fluttershy’s racially inferior head off.
“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy bowed her head, trying to defuse the divine wrath about to rain down upon her. She edged slower and placed a slurp-kiss on Twilight's cock tip, “I stupidly forgot my place as a lower species, please forgive me, merciful goddess.”
“Okay,” Twilight snapped back to her previous mood as if nothing was amiss, "Sorry, I may have have overreacted a little. Since you're down there though, why don't you get the divine dick ready for colt cramming."
"It's fine, I deserve worse," Fluttershy assured Twilight, "And um... I am honored to be allowed to assist."
"You really do," agreed Twilight.
Fluttershy was heart-broken, but Twilight's humiliation of her only made her want it more. At least she got to be the fluffer, and she intended to enjoy it, since it might be the closest she'd ever get to having Twilight as a marefriend.
She slurped at Twilight's tip again, working slowly down the length, wrapping her tongue about it one way and another. As the tip approached her throat, she swallowed against it, choking intentionally to give Twilight the struggle she desired. She pushed deep, starting to thrust, the girth stretching out her neck visibly as her nose finally smacked Twilight's belly.
"Mmm," sighed Twilight as she relaxed, "I really get off on how even my best friends are terrified of disappointing me. I'm sure you all realize that I'm going to murder each of you someday, and it's fun to see you try and stave it off. And Applejack disappearing has you all so deliciously on edge around me."
Fluttershy couldn't answer of course, but nodded. Twilight was opening up to her about things that she hadn't with other ponies, so Fluttershy knew she was either intending on murdering Fluttershy before she left, or that maybe she did see her as a special friend at least. There was no point in worrying which it was though since it was inevitable.
Fluttershy continued with long strokes, reaching her tongue out when she reached the base and managing to lap at Twilight's balls, first one and then the other, until they too were bathed in her saliva. She fondled the balls with one front hoof, reaching the other behind them to rub against her drooling slit, and even giving Twilight's breasts a bit of a massage with her mane. Fluttershy was super-aroused, but was afraid to start masturbating without permission when Twilight was acting like this.
"Remember when I first ascended?" Twilight sighed, putting a hoof on the back of Fluttershy's head to make the thrusts more violent, "You all assumed I'd go easy on my friends." She chuckled, "Then I boiled Rarity in hot oil for calling my hat tacky." She laughed as if it was a hilarious story, "You all thought for sure I was going to kill her when I dunked her head under! Oh and she looked so funny without fur during her public rape after. Ah... good times."
"Do you know how you'll kill us?" Fluttershy managed to pull back long enough to speak before going back to work with long slurps.
"Hmmm, well all of this is subject to change, but," Twilight pondered, "I'd say slow-burning acid for Rarity, since I'd get to see her furless again. I want to feel her flesh coming apart as I fuck her. Dismemberment for Rainbow, starting with wings of course, then stuff that damn turtle down her throat. I think with Pinkie, I'll possess her to murder all her sisters, and then execute her for the crime with a public beheading and necro-fun after. And for you... I want it to be a surprise. You can trust me that it will be horrible though." Not wanting to blow her load in Fluttershy's muzzle instead of the foal, Twilight finally pushed her head away. "But it might be years or even decades before I do you all."
"It means a lot to me that you confided in me," said Fluttershy, "I sure hope I'm last so maybe I can see those things."
Fluttershy was still gauging whether Twilight was going to kill her before they left, but also didn’t want to fuck the foals any less, so climbed up onto the bed with them, grinning wickedly as she picked up Filly-1, tugging her away from Colt-1 so that their little bodies separated with a wet slurp. She wasted no time sitting up on her haunches and pressing Filly-1’s snatch against her cock, which was thicker than any of Filly-1’s limbs.
“Fuck me hard, Not-Mommy!” Filly-1 encouraged.
“Oh you better believe I will, you pint-sized slut,” Fluttershy said through clenched teeth. She had a lot of frustration to get out now.
“They should be stretchy as a side effect of the treatments,” said Twilight as she climbed up on Colt-1’s side and picked him up as well, “But don’t get rough enough that I have to repair damage yet, it might interfere with the treatments.” It totally wouldn’t; she just realized that Fluttershy was pent up with depressed emotions and wanted her to suffer rather than getting them out properly.
Fluttershy pushed the filly down upon her shaft, the tiny hole stretching slowly until it finally popped open, her tip sinking in. She shivered at the heat now throbbing around her, the tiny body bloating out with her girth.
Any other foal this size that Fluttershy had fucked was bawling their eyes out by this point, but not Filly-1. She squealed in delight, rocking her hips instinctively and wanting it deeper. The blooming cock-fiend grabbed onto Fluttershy with all fours, writhing against her.
“Cock!” Filly-1 drooled against Fluttershy’s belly, “More! Deeper! I love cock!”
Hearing those words in a toddler’s voice was delightful, encouraging Fluttershy to rapidly thrust deeper each time, the baby’s gut expanding higher still, smacking her cervix several times before invading her immature womb, right through and pressing against the back wall. Fluttershy whimpered, wanting nothing more than to break through and impale this pint-sized cum-bucket’s organ sack with her cock, and it was torture to keep herself from doing so.
Colt-1 was excited when he saw how much fun his sister was having, but squeaked when instead of letting him fuck her, Twilight moved his little plot hole to the tip of her cock. He pressed his bottom down, figuring it’d feel good as well, but bit his tongue when she forced herself in violently, his screams rattling his feeding mask as his virgin asshole was stretched wide and invaded.
Twilight rolled her eyes back as his ass clenched her so hard, convulsing rape-tastically around her shaft as she rammed home. Her grin widened the more she looked into his betrayed expression, moving his feeding mask slightly so she could lick at his tears. She shivered then, lying on her back to relax, legs spread, just forcing him up and down on her cock using magic like she would a fleshlight.
“Why does it hurt me?!” Colt-1 sobbed and screamed.
“Mmm, don’t forget what Mama taught you, sweetie,” groaned Twilight, “When an adult and a foal fuck, only the adult's pleasure matters.”
“Oh,” sniffled Colt, “Sorry Mama, I forgot.”
“It’s okay, honey,” Twilight said gently as blood drooled from his asshole down to the base of her cock.
“How old are these little hot pockets?” panted Fluttershy, “Like two weeks, right?” She then clenched her teeth, already close to blowing her load, which was best since she didn’t know how long she could keep herself from impaling the little cunt right through and out her muzzle.
“Oh yes,” Twilight groaned, quite near blowing herself, then groaned again, “That’s it, Colt-1, weep more for Mommy.” Colt-1 actually obeyed, trying to cry as loud as he could for his Mommy.
“Mmm, this is the youngest I’ve had then,” groaned Fluttershy, “My previous record was three months old... 18 months if you only count the ones that lived.”
“I remember that,” giggled Twilight, “I’ll never forget the look on Berry Punch’s face when she found her filly dead with a cock-sized hole from cunt to muzzle.”
“To be fair, I thought I was doing her a favor,” giggled Fluttershy in return, “It was just another of her rape-babies.”
Fluttershy couldn’t think further though as her orgasm hit her, quickly bloating up Filly-1. She might have burst the foal had Twilight not pulled Filly-1 off Fluttershy’s cock, the rest of the cum blasted all over the foal until she was drenched with the sperm. Filly-1 squealed with delight, rubbing the goo into her fur.
Twilight let herself go over with Colt-1 as well, though the hole she was in had an outlet. Twilight packed a geyser into his little bottom until he vomited her cum into his feeding tube, which was immediately forced back down his throat repeatedly until Twilight yanked free, allowing the pressure to release from his rear hatch instead.
Twilight considered leaving them together, but they would probably literally fuck to death if she did that, so she moved Colt-1 back to his bed. She didn’t bother cleaning the cum out of their fur as of yet, but might get to that later.
“This day is taking longer than I expected,” panted Twilight.
"It is," nodded Fluttershy, "Though... if it's okay with you... we could go see Applejack still?"
"You sure?" Twilight asked, "I mean I understand celebrating a fresh kill with a nice bang, but she's all stiff and smelly at this point."
"Oh I'm very sure," smiled Fluttershy.
"Okay then!" Twilight shrugged, "Let's go pull muddy out of the mud for some fun."
5. Fluttershy Feeds A Stray Dog
“I’m not sure if any of the other Apple family is around right now,” Fluttershy said.
“Oh no worries,” Twilight nodded, “Applebloom went to Rarity’s with the others for a sleepover or something, and I can just kill any other Apples that catch us and toss them in the hole with Applejack when we rebury her.”
“Seems simple enough,” Fluttershy agreed.
Twilight’s horn glowed brightly as they flashed out of existence in the lab and appeared in the Apple family orchard. Twilight quickly looked around to see if there was anypony she would need to murder. Sadly, there was given no excuse to kill anymore filthy dirt-pony slime.
What she did find was even more interesting though. It appeared that a Timberwolf had wandered out of the forest and into the orchard, and was in the process of dragging Applejack’s stiff cadaver out of the hold after having dug her up. Those things loved pony meat and could sniff it out with magical ease; Twilight probably should have thought of that.
Twilight charged up her horn, about to give the Timberwolf a kamehame enema, but Fluttershy walked out in front of her. Twilight blinked, but charged down her horn to see whether or not Fluttershy would die horribly.
“Aw there’s a good boy!” Fluttershy smiled at her nature friend. “Oh this is wonderful. I’ve never fucked a timberwolf!” Fluttershy’s slit was drooling fresh honey down the back of her ball sack at the thought of getting to fuck both a new type of animal and a corpse.
The timberwolf paused, still holding Applejack by the head, staring in confusion at why a pony was walking up to him instead of fleeing. Fluttershy tended to have a hypnotic effect on animals though, so he didn’t lunge at her. In fact, he dropped Applejack between him and her as if offering to share.
Twilight materialized a quill and parchment and began to take notes.
“Aw, why thank you!” Fluttershy smiled, then mentioned back to Twilight, “Tree Hugger told me that timberwolves cum green sap that stings painfully; ever since then I’ve wondered how much it would hurt to get a cunt full.”
“Interesting!” said Twilight as she jotted that down, “Keep going; I want to see if he kills you.”
“I want to see if he fucks me,” said Fluttershy, as if that weren’t obvious. The only thing Fluttershy liked to fuck as much as foals were animals and monsters. Twilight had known that ever since Fluttershy had fucked the manticore on their way to fight Nightmare Moon.
The timberwolf leaned down and took Applejack’s head into his teeth again, but this time to bite instead of grab. The terrified look still frozen on Applejack’s face collapsed within the powerful maw, bone cracking and rotted brains pushed through the fractures, which were licked up by the timberwolf. However, he had barely chewed it half way when he suddenly stopped.
Fluttershy, rather than nomming on the other end of the food as he expected, has slid her head under his belly and ran her tongue along his sheath, which was basically just a hollow log between his hind legs. She twirled her tongue around inside the entrance, then suckled the slimy wooden shaft that slowly began to extend.
Fluttershy wasn’t forgetting about her dead friend though. She reached a hoof back behind her balls, then slid back to her shaft so she could use her own secretions to lubricate her throbbing member. Finding most of Applejack’s main port missing, Fluttershy pressed the shaft against her tail hole.
Applejack’s flesh was tight, pushing apart very slowly, and even with the lubrication if felt like she was fucking a hole made from sturdy cardboard. Not to mention, the inside was coated with dried dragon cum. That was just fine though, the pain only making her shiver as she began thrusting hard, forcing deeper with each stroke, feeling her sensitive skin chafe against the dry surface within. Just the idea that Applejack had been murdered and she was now fucking her corpse was enough to make all the discomfort worth it.
So was getting to blow a timberwolf. The beast’s wooden rod slid free, looking like a wood carved cock. It felt smooth and polished against her tongue as she lapped at it, and tasted predictably like any other tree branch. She grasped his thighs with her front legs to hold herself up as she continued to plow Applejack’s cadaver, and bobbed her head, gagging as the rod was rammed down her throat, the creature thrusting firmly against her face.
The creature lost interest in its meal for the moment, leaving Applejack’s head half chewed up to turn fully toward Fluttershy. He was large enough that she could have stood beneath him, so he grasped her plot with a single claw, grasping her flank and feeling like nails digging into her flesh, his other front leg supporting him. He growled as he bucked his hips, movements stiff but powerful. This was a new experience for him too; he’d never fucked a pony without it being rape before.
Fluttershy shuddered against Applejack as well, lust driving her to spew a load into the stiff intestines, bulging and leaking through in places where the rotten flesh gave. She was so glad this bitch was dead; now Fluttershy could come see Applebloom and the Crusaders in their clubhouse more freely. She was also glad to have learned it was painful, since she had feared Applejack might have died painlessly when she first went missing. Her glee at Applejack’s demise made it feel more like a victory fuck, which only made her blow her load harder.
The timberwolf sniffed at Fluttershy's nethers, and she was sure he was about to go for her other end. In preparation she bit down as hard as she could on his staff. He didn’t seem to mind at all, but it allowed her to break up the smooth surface, twisting her head about and leaving the lengths riddled with wood splinters.
Twilight continued taking notes, but was also getting fired up herself. She magically grasped Applejack’s head, prying it free of the body with a crack, and repairing it enough to see Applejack’s last look of horror again. She sat on her haunches and pushed her tip up through Applejack’s neck hole, facing the head upwards as she forced herself all the way until her cock tip came out the muzzle. She held the muzzle shut enough to have thrustable length.
The alicorn wasn’t as keen on fucking a body in this state of rigor mortis as Fluttershy was, so lubricated the passage with her magic. Still, just the power trip of knowing that she could murder her best friends and get away with it make her cock throb. Hopefully, one day Twilight would be doing this to Celestia’s freshly severed head while sitting on the throne in Canterlot.
As Applejack gave Twilight a reverse blowjob, the timberwolf yanked his shaft free from Fluttershy’s muzzle. He moved around behind her instead, claws yanking free of her flank, then grabbing her again from behind her, digging claws once more as the first holes drooled blood. She spread her legs when she felt his tip poke awkwardly, trying to help move herself into place.
Fluttershy squealed happily as he hit his mark, sopping wet lips forced open and rammed into, stretching her fuck tunnel and impaling her cervix on the first slam. She could already feel the sting of splinters, tears rolling down her face as they were jarred with each movement. She pushed her hips back even as she slowly devolved into sobs.
The timberwolf would be yanking parts off Fluttershy already, but he had other food available still. He yanked Applejack’s headless body, pulling Fluttershy’s dick free before flipping it over so that the end Fluttershy had just fucked was now opposite her. He tore into the flesh, particularly the cream-filled intestines, yanking them out and gnawing them down like burnt noodles.
That put an unfucked hole inches from Fluttershy’s shaft, so she grasped Applejack’s shoulders and moved her up into position, pushing her cock into the torso’s neck hole, groaning as the violent thrusts into her by the timber wolf forced her cock into the dry hole beneath her as well.
His cock didn’t give like flesh or a dildo was, it just drilled right through and slammed into the back of her womb with each movement. That didn’t give him enough depth to go belly-deep however, which is what the recklessly horny mare wanted. She pushed back with all her strength, wrapping her tail about his powerful hips, hoping for the worse.
Fluttershy shrieked in pain as it finally broke through, the shape pushing up into her guts and knocking the air out of her lungs from the inside. Sure enough, that belly smacked against her, and as he continued to thrust, she got paddled by the wooden gut. She wailed, though each was cut short on the next thrust as her lungs were battered.
The timberwolf ate as he fucked, and seemed to devour faster the more excited he became. He crunched down an entire hind leg, bone and all, chewing it into flesh bits and bone shards before taking it down to his magical belly. He continued taking huge chunks, and eventually all Fluttershy had left to fuck was Applejack’s armless upper torso. That wouldn’t do.
“Want some fresher meat, stud?” Fluttershy offered, holding out a foreleg and pushing it against his muzzle the next time he went to tear at Applejack.
He took the offer, locking his teeth around her upper leg, clenching tightly like a vice, then twisting hard, wrenching at her shoulder as her bones cracked. Shards of bone poked through flesh and then it finally gave, yanking the leg free, which he began to work down just as he had with Applejack’s.
Fluttershy regretted her offer the moment he started twisting. Who knew getting dismembered hurt so bad? It was like her whole leg was still there being repeatedly broken and ripped away.
This also set her off rather hard though, unleashing such a torrent of seed into Applejack’s body that she would have felt dizzy from the effort even if she wasn’t bleeding to death. He went off shortly after, and the thick sappy cum that Tree Hugger had promised was splattered all over her insides, bloating her body and burning like nothing she’d felt before. She had never felt such intense agony; not even close.
Somehow his cock had swollen into a knot and now he was stuck inside her, holding all the acidic juices in as if basting her insides in preparation for him to feast upon them. Fluttershy was delirious, sobbing pathetically even as she offered up her other front leg, then screamed more when he started to wrench it free as well.
Twilight groaned as she watched another friend biting it. She hit her own peak earlier than them, sending a jet of seed upward from Applejack’s muzzle to rain back down onto her frozen face, pooling against her open eyes and back in her muzzle. Twilight continued fucking her though, just at a slow relaxing pace.
However after coming down a bit from her fuck high, Twilight began to consider. She was already going to have to find a replacement for Applejack and jury rig the map to accept them on Applejack’s throne; did she really want to double the wasted time by having to do the same for Flutterslut?
“Twilight!” Fluttershy managed to shriek, though was vomiting blood between words, “DON’T save me! This is perfect! I want this beautiful beast to fuck me to death and turn me into his shit! It’s how I’ve always wanted to die!”
Oh she wanted to die? Well that sealed it. Twilight charged up her horn, an instant later a beam of energy slamming into the monster's face. It was over before he even knew what was happening, head blasting into splinters, the leg he was holding blown in half as well and thumping onto the ground. The beam continued through his body, tearing his torso apart, exploding into wood chips, along with well-chewed sludge that had been going through the monster’s shit factory.
Fluttershy felt her body coming back together, the powerful alicorn reforming even the partially-digested sludge back into their former components, sewing Fluttershy’s body back together, as well as yanking the creature's cock out of Fluttershy’s snatch.
“Oh... well at least I get to keep the-“ Fluttershy started.
Nope. Twilight floated the timberwolf cock in front of Fluttershy before blasting it into splinters as well.
Fluttershy looked at Twilight, taking a deep breath, shaking now in anger rather than lust, but trying desperately to not do anything that might get her killed. That was a pleasure she definitely didn’t want Twilight to get.
“Do you have something to say about that?” Twilight asked, eyes flashing with command, daring Fluttershy to complain.
“Thank you,” Fluttershy said between clenched teeth, bowing low, “For saving me from myself, benevolent goddess.”
“If you try that again,” warned Twilight, as if getting killed was an act of defiance, “I’m going to force you to sit in a comfortable chair for a whole month. Then I'm going to deaden your nerves so you can never feel pain again.”
Fluttershy stared in abject horror and whispered, “I will not fail you again, I swear.”
Twilight then used her magic to clean the mess up, by having a shovel blink into existence next to Fluttershy.
“You have some digging to do!” Twilight said, back in her friendlier persona.
6. Twilight Has A Foal-Making Party
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!”
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7. The Crusaders Assist With An Important Experiment
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.
8. Twilight Watches Foals Play Together
The Crusaders stared at the terrified looks on Diamond’s and Silver’s face, having heard the conversations leading up to this. Finally Scootaloo started laughing as well, followed by the others, and soon they were all in an uproar. The gagged fillies expressions went from terrified to enraged.
“This is surprise number two,” Twilight said when she finally came down, “Your first murders, done as a team. Go Crusaders, right?” She paused for a moment then added, “That means to do the hoof thing.”
"Well we did help beat that retard Derpy to death like a pinata," pointed out Sweetie.
"Well that's arguable," Twilight rolled her eyes. " I mean Celestia trapped her soul inside her corpse so she could suffer for eternity like she deserved, but this one will be your first proper murders!"
"Eh, close enough," shrugged Bloom.
Scootaloo tripped over herself getting off of Colt-1 and over to her two friends, then they all held up their hooves and smacked them together in their trademark fashion. They then took a moment for a three-way kiss as well, even exchanging a quiet ‘I love you’ with one another, much to Twilight’s delight. Twilight had suspected that they were less friends and more a polyamorous relationship at this point.
“And don’t worry,” said Twilight, “Their parents will be compensated by me raping a new foal into their mothers.”
Twilight ripped the gags off of the two confused fillies, and even pulled their bindings off to free them. They panicked, running toward the door, hammering their hooves against it to find it locked, then rushed toward the window.
“They’re getting away girls,” smirked Twilight.
The Crusaders were up and on their hooves, charging to get to the windows first. They cut off Diamond and Silver, who were now in tears. They tried to run around them, but Applebloom lunged at Diamond, bucking her head to send her flying against the far wall, while Scootaloo and Sweetie tackled Silver, each punching her face several times.
“But we’re your friends now!” shrieked Diamond in frustration.
“Sorry, ‘friend’,” Scootaloo said, “If it’s us or you, it’s definitely you.” For the first time in quite a while, Twilight Time was fun.
“Snuff them however you like,” encouraged Twilight, eager to see the murder-virgins make their first kills.
“Please make it fast,” sobbed Silver.
“Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen,” Applebloom said, dragging Diamond over to where most of the bondage furniture was.
“Yeah, sorry guys,” sighed Sweetie, dragging Silver by her head next to where Diamond was going, “If we don’t make you scream, Twilight won’t be able to masturbate to your deaths properly.”
Twilight winked at Diamond and Silver as they looked at her, then licked her own hoof before sliding it down her belly to start masturbating, as if illustrating Sweetie’s point. Off to the side though, Twilight was eagerly taking notes about how the foals would handle their opportunity. There was so many toys in here for them to choose from.
Diamond squeaked and blushed brightly as Scootaloo randomly rubbed a hoof against her slit from behind, feeling against it, then walked over and did the same to Silver, who had much the same reaction.
“They’re virgins,” Scootaloo grinned.
“At their age?” Sweetie quirked an eyebrow. “You guys are almost eleven. You’ve NEVER been fucked? Nopony forced themselves on you even once?”
“Uh, guys,” Applebloom pointed out, “Ah thank we’re the exception on that one, not them.”
“Yeah I guess,” shrugged Scootaloo, “But they’re loaded; I figured they were covered in cocks and cunts whenever they wanted it.”
“I have NEVER wanted to be that!” Diamond snapped.
“Well,” nodded Sweetie, “Only one thing to do about it... you guys know what?” She looked at Diamond and Silver.
“R-rape?” Silver stammered.
“Good guess!” Scootaloo patted her on the shoulder.
Twilight liked to see them get along like this; maybe she should start being nice to them some more now... not too often though.
“It’s not like you’ll get anything out of it!” complained Diamond, “None of you have what you need for that!”
“Or do we?” Sweetie smiled, trotting over to the potion case in one corner, opening it up and pulling out three blue vials with her magic. Twilight didn’t look like she was going to assist, but there were always futa potions stocked in here for when they were needed when Twilight wasn’t around.
“Bottoms up Crusaders!” Scootaloo said as she took hold of hers and turned it up.
Applebloom and Sweetie did the same, and then all three sat down and braced themselves. It was excruciating as always to have a cock and balls spring from their belly, but at least it was something they were used to now, and it was well worth getting to feel the clench of these two brats. Maybe Diamond and Silver had been nice to them recently, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t enjoy getting revenge for the bullying before.
“How can you be so nonchalant about... violating us?!” Diamond demanded.
“Look, Diamond, real talk,” Applebloom said seriously, “A goddess of sex and death is sittin’ over thar, masturbatin’ to what we’re about to do to ya. If we don’t do it and do it happily, then she’s gonna’ do it, and trust me, ya don’t want that.”
“We’re doing you a favor,” Sweetie added.
“Seriously,” said Scootaloo, “You have no idea how big of a favor you’re getting. We have seen some shit.”
“I...okay,” Diamond looked uneasily at Twilight again, who licked her lips quite lustfully. Diamond nodded slowly, and then looked down quietly, watching her own tears drip onto the floor.
Sweetie picked up Diamond with her magic, her victim going limp to allow herself to be moved. As Sweetie moved Diamond, Scootaloo and Applebloom moved Silver using their racially inferior appendages. Both girls had all four hooves yanked back, their forelegs tied together first, then hind legs pulled forward and up to be tied as well. They were tied tightly, digging into their skin and straining their muscles, sending shooting pains through their young bodies already.
Each was tied to a sex swing, hoisted off the floor by three ropes. One was tied to their bungled hind legs, one to the bundled forelegs, and one attached to a tight choker around their necks, forcing their whole weights to be held that way, gagging, pulling their legs further out of joint in an effort to release pressure on their necks.
“Any colts you two like?” asked Applebloom, “Maybe we could offer ‘em a go at yer corpses.”
“I... WHAT?” Silver sputtered.
“Button Mash,” Diamond sighed, seeming to have accepted her fate a bit more, “Please don’t kill him though?”
“No promises,” said Scootaloo, “That’s up to our divine mistress.”
“Button fucks me pretty regularly,” Sweetie inserted randomly, “Rarity is a colt-cuddler, and lately she’s been letting me threesome with her and her little friends. I’ve fucked almost all the colts at school at least twice.”
“Shut up about it, you incestuous cum-bucket!” Diamond blurted out angrily.
“Let’s de-virginize all three holes at once,” suggested Scootaloo, “Flip a bit to see which goes first, tails for Diamond because she’s the biggest ass.”
They couldn’t find a bit, so Applebloom flipped the book-marker from the foalish Sutra book instead.
“Looks like Diamond’s up!” said Applebloom, “Silver, you kin just watch what’s about ta happen to you too.”
“S-sex feels good, right?” Diamond stammered.
“Not so much if you’re being raped,” Twilight interjected as if not able to help it, “You see, a ‘flacid’ fuck-tunnel is actually too shallow to fit an average-sized erection, and only elongates when aroused, so fucking an unwilling pussy can hurt significantly more via increased trauma to the cervix.” The more you know.
“With those monsters I don’t think it’s gonna matter how ‘elongated’ we are,” commented Silver, eying the thick throbbing monsters beneath the crusaders. The potions gave them shafts that were above average for adults; on a filly they dragged the ground when they walked.
“Scoot, you kin have ‘er cunt,” Applebloom said, offering it to her most often tormented friend, “Ah’ll take um... whatever Sweetie don’t want.”
“I want that tight ass!” Sweetie announced.
“Then mouth fer me!” Applebloom smiled.
“How can this be how I die?” Diamond asked no one in particular, just staring in disbelief.
It wasn’t clear how all three would get at her while she was swinging, but Diamond quickly found out as Scootaloo slid beneath her, wrapping all six limbs around Diamond’s body and hanging off her bottom, adding her own weight to Diamond’s already stretched joints while bringing herself belly to belly with her.
Applebloom and Sweetie used stools to get high enough at first, but didn’t keep using them. Sweetie climbed onto Diamond’s back, one of Diamond’s legs breaking with an audible crack from the extra weight, Diamond screaming at the sudden lash of pain. Applebloom climbed up onto her as well, then locked forelegs with Sweetie Belle over top of her, each sliding their throbbing erections into place as Diamond let out another shriek, her quiet acceptance quickly devolving into sobbing.
Diamond’s joints began to give out, cracking one at a time, bone shards protruding from flesh and finally left with raw flesh and muscle supporting her whole weight. She didn’t even realize that her soft virgin pussy was getting poked until Scootaloo managed to pry into it at the right angle, stretching it around her shaft. She squealed in delight, getting to feel what an underage cunt felt like around a mature shaft, and immediately understood why every adult that had ever fucked or raped her did what they did, because it felt amazing. She rolled her eyes back and opened her muzzle wide, letting Diamond’s tears drip into her muzzle as she sobbed, the sharp pain between her thighs now adding to the others as her virgin blood was smeared all over Scootaloo’s shaft.
Sweetie realized once she was up there that she had failed to get herself slick, and it’d hurt her as much as Diamond if she went in dry. She reached a hoof back to rub against her own pussy, then moved forward to her shaft to lubricate herself up that way, hoof shaking with her eagerness as she tried to get ready fast. Finally she rammed home, straining until that tight ring gave way. She forced it deep, shivering at the amazing feeling herself, and immediately thrusting hard. She had to work her way deeper an inch at a time, but was determined to go balls deep inside this brat. She purred as she felt Diamond’s body jerk with each thrust as she added more pain to the chorus.
Applebloom had the easiest hole to get into, though also the most dangerous one, and she also failed to take that into account until she was already up there. She growled down at Diamond, “If ya so much as scrape yer teeth against me, ah’ll ask Twilight to finish ya off.” Even without knowing exactly what Twilight might do, everypony in Ponyville knew to fear her, and that appeared to be enough to keep Applebloom’s cock free of bite marks. She pushed into Diamond’s muzzle, wasting no time before she rammed right for the throat. She shivered in delight at Diamond’s choking, feeling her throat convulse around her with each forced shove into her. Soon she was plowing Diamond’s throat same as she would any other hole.
Silver watched with wide eyes, seeing Diamond’s harness move back and forth like a playground swing from the thrusting motions. Scootaloo had begun licking tears from Diamond’s cheeks as Sweetie and Applebloom kissed passionately over top Diamond, ramming their hips in turn to swing her harder. Diamond’s body was convulsion with pain, her legs pulled grotesquely out of place, shaking with agony that she hadn’t known existed. Silver felt less pity for her friend and more dread, knowing that the same thing would soon happen to her. She was about to be raped... to DEATH, and there was no way to save herself.
Twilight turned the swing about so that she could see them from different angles, enjoying the sight of girthy cocks in sweet little holes, but letting it swing free otherwise. Colt-1 began to stir next to her, so she dragged him over, casually slipping atop him and pressing her cunt down onto his shaft, rolling against him instead of masturbating, his own crying buried beneath Diamond’s muffled screams. She started to ponder what kind of monsters she could turn the Crusaders into.
Twilight glanced discreetly back at the window, seeing Fluttershy peeking over the edge, the pegasus breathing heavily and clearly rubbing one out herself, though she’d probably creamed on her hoof at least a dozen times since she started watching. Twilight turned herself about so that Fluttershy could see her nice round plot bounce upon the colt beneath her.
“That’s it girls,” Twilight encouraged, “SAVOR her suffering and terror; you can only murder this cunt once after all.”
Diamond writhed, her muffled sobs and the sinfully delightful sound of her body being invaded by throbbing flesh mixing with a chorus of moans from her rapists. Silver had entered full panic mode at the sight, struggling frantically to try to escape her own bonds, as if that would do her any good, just rocking and weeping as she watched.
Scootaloo felt the urge to flap her wings, but resisted it, not wanting to reduce the weight of her pulling down on Diamond’s torn body. She bit down on Diamond’s neck, feeling Applebloom’s shaft sliding in and out with the spasms of the throat as it was invaded. Scootaloo could only imagine how wonderful the look on Spoiled Rich’s face would be when she found out her precious little brat had been murdered. It made her shudder as her cock pulsated in Diamond’s bleeding cunt, finally blasting Diamond’s cunt with the first and last load of sperm it would ever taste, while she was alive at least. Scootaloo convulsed as she felt her first cock-climax rock her body, ramming like a jackhammer to pack it inside.
Sweetie moaned against Applebloom as they continued to kiss passionately, nailing Diamond’s asshole hard, balls smacking Scootaloo’s with each thrust to the point that they were almost bruised, but Sweetie didn’t care. This bleeding shit-hole was the best thing she’d ever felt, and soon she was hosing Diamond’s chaffed insides with stinging seed, savoring each shudder of pain Diamond made, wanting nothing more than for Diamond’s last moments to be as horrifying as possible. Sweetie wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she loved to watch Twilight and Fluttershy murder foals, and being about to do it herself was incredible. She shook violently as she expelled more seed deeply, hoping that the Crusaders doing the snuffing became a regular thing at Twilight time.
Applebloom was the most comfortable with murder, since she’d helped her family with some honor-killing at the family reunions, though sadly that wasn’t erotic murder. This was another level entirely though, ending somepony’s life just for the fun of it; it felt amazing. She was glad she got the head, because she got to look down at the fear in Diamond’s eyes as she pounded her face, savoring her gagging as the invaded throat rippled uncontrollably over the rape meat. It was a bit of a pity that it wasn’t a foal that deserved this less, but she imagined that Twilight would be working them up to that at future sessions, and being Twilight’s little psycho-interns was an arousing thought. Applebloom packed Diamond’s face full of magical seed as she thought about it, not stopping until she had drained her balls, giving Diamond the last meal she’d ever have.
All three remained where they were, still all three balls deep inside their victim, just resting for a moment and enjoying how her body still twitched in pain against them.
“Wish we were long enough to run her through,” panted Scootaloo.
“Thar are potions fer that too, ah thank,” Applebloom said
Sweetie looked over to the potion cabinet and poked around before floating three new bottles over toward them. The potions even had an illustration of a foal impaled on a cock on them.
“Yer money ain’t gonna save ya now,” Applebloom grinned down at Diamond’s broken expression, “Ready to die?”
Diamond just nodded slowly, shifting Applebloom’s cock about in her throat as she continued to noisily suffocate on it. Silver tried to look away, but Sweetie grasped her head with magic to turn her back toward them and force her eyes to remain open.
“Don’t want to miss this, Spoon,” explained Sweetie, “This is your only chance to see a foal get murdered, and you don’t want to miss it. It’ll be super-hot!”
Diamond had already gone from trying to gag up Applebloom’s cock to trying to swallow it deeper, as if desperate to get it over with. She strained as hard as she could, attempting to straighten out her torso as much as she could, trying to provide a straight path between her plot and her head. She had never imagined pain as she now felt, and she just wanted it to stop.
The Crusaders turned up their potions, tossing the bottles back to the floor, then slowly began their thrusting again, the lewd music of wet penetration again filling the room like a heavenly rape choir.
Though the potions did as they should, it didn’t necessarily make it easy. Scootaloo moaned as she pushed deep into Diamond’s cervix, sliding through her wasted womb and pushing against the back flesh. She strained, taking wide powerful strokes to push through, but it took more effort than she anticipated, and for a moment it only served to push her belly further away from Diamond’s belly. When it finally did give way, Scootaloo squealed with delight, feeling warm pulsing organs surround her length, belly smacking against Diamond’s again as blood poured profusely from her torn slit.
Sweetie had similar difficulties, but she wasn’t about to let it stop her. The determined filly grunted with effort, but wasn’t as strong as either of her friends. Finally Sweetie remembered her own racial superiority, grasping her own plot with her magic and slamming it harder. She finally broke through into Diamond’s gut as well, feeling herself slide against Scootaloo’s cock, thrusting out of time with her so that they could feel their pulsating flesh rub against each other within Diamond’s bloating body.
Applebloom had the easiest go initially, feeling hooves against Diamond’s neck to feel her own length move, pushing deeper down her esophagus. It got a bit more dicey when she reached the stomach, digestive fluid a bit tingly against her sensitive flesh, but the fuck-high she was under nullified any discomfort as she pushed deeper still. She felt Scootaloo’s and Sweetie’s shafts dragging along either side of Diamond’s stomach as she pushed down through the bottom, finally breaking through into the gut herself.
Diamond could do nothing but convulse as each new inch of depth send spasms of utter torment flooding her system. She looked back, able to see her own body bloating grotesquely at the triple girths. She vomited at the sight, or tried, though the cock in the way just caused it to expel into her gut with the rest, internal bleeding causing her body to discolor. Her frustration increased as she remained completely aware, not feeling her consciousness fade at all, and having expected to be dead by the time Scootaloo’s and Sweetie’s cock were jabbing each of her lungs.
Sadly for Diamond, Twilight was discreetly keeping her alive longer. Twilight couldn’t in good conscious allow the innocent foal to die without having suffered adequately. Colt-1 also watched from beneath her as Twilight rode him, but couldn’t talk enough to ask who the new Filly-1’s were.
“Damn, yer still alive?” panted Applebloom after feeling for and finding an erratic heartbeat, “Bloody persistent little bitch, ain’t ya.”
Diamond gave one large gag, spewing blood from around Applebloom’s shaft before her lungs were punctured completely, impaled as Sweetie and Scootaloo’s shafts pushed up the back of her throat. Her neck expanded unnaturally, her muzzle forced open until her jaw was popped completely out of joint, bloody cock tips emerging from opposite sides of Applebloom’s cock. At the same time, Diamond’s pussy tore open further with an audible rip, Applebloom’s cock pushing outward and jostling her friends’ balls as they continued to pound.
All three began to thrust in together, more violently than ever. Eventually Diamond’s limbs gave out completely, first her forelegs ripping apart, leaving the legs hanging there as her body sagged downward, now only held by her hind legs and neck. When her hind legs tore off as well, Applebloom unlatched the collar to let the full form flop to the floor, leaving the legs hanging and blood spraying from Diamond’s limb stumps like fountains.
As her back slammed the floor, Scootaloo came hard, blasting her load right through Diamond and hosing down Applebloom’s balls and thighs as it shot between them. Sweetie was soon after, her own load surging against Applebloom’s belly, giving the filly a nice cum bath from both of her friends. Meanwhile Applebloom’s nut sprayed across the floor behind them.
Only then, when Diamond’s body was used completely, did Twilight allow her life to fade. Twilight came herself as well when the brat expired, making a huge puddle around Colt-1, who began to sob as another orgasm wracked his body as well, wanting to die as much as Diamond had at this point.
“Fuck no...” Silver watched as the Crusader’s cocks were extracted from Diamond, “Goddess Twilight... please don’t let them do that to me...”
“Oh don’t worry,” smirked Twilight, “I’m sure they’ll murder you differently.”
Sweetie released Silver from her own restraints suddenly, letting the filly fall to the floor again. Silver took a running charge for the window, but was dragged back again by her hind leg. Applebloom grabbed her by the head, flipping Diamond over and stuffing Silver’s face between her thighs. Diamond’s cunt and ass were basically just one gaping hole at this point.
“Eat out yer filly friend,” Applebloom ordered.
Silver was too terrified to disobey, and even though she started looking rather green, began to lap the fuck-goo and blood from around what was left of her dead friend’s back doors. She started to sob outright as Scootaloo grasped her plot, pulling it upward so that she was in a head-down-ass-up position.
“Holy fuck,” Scootaloo sounded amazed, “Seeing her shake in terror like that... terror of US... I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused...”
“Seriously,” said Sweetie, “I think I understand why Princess Twilight loves tormenting us. This is ridiculously hot.”
“No disagreement from me thar,” Applebloom panted, then poked Silver’s head with a hoof, making the filly scream bloody murder from the barest touch, “Calm yer tits. Which hold do ya want two cocks in, yer honey hole or yer shit hole?”
“I... honey please...,” Silver sobbed before going back to licking like a good murder victim.
“Two in the shitter it is,” Scootaloo grinned.
“Oh you three are learning so quickly,” praised Twilight, impressed by their teamwork. “You’re all natural little psychopaths.” There was nothing quite like the sight of hot foal-on-foal murder-action.
Applebloom generously left the tail-hole to her friends, she herself slipping beneath Silver, sliding between her legs and laying on her back beneath her. She slid up until she could look Silver in the eyes, eager to see her reactions. Silver picked up Diamond’s rump to continue as she had been told, and Applebloom just opened her muzzle wide to let the drooling puss drip against her tongue.
Applebloom grinned as she touched her shaft against Silver’s slit, eliciting another scream. As the potion let her shaft return to a more normal size when not being actively stroked, she was able to fit her tip against Silver’s virgin cooch, grasping Silver’s hips and ramming upward. Silver’s face twisted with pain as her innocence was defiled, and Applebloom spread Silver’s tailhole for her friends.
All Silver could think about as she felt herself invaded was how soon bloody cock tips would be sticking out her throat and fucking her dead friend right through her. Her mind raced, but there was nothing she could do aside from obeying them and hoping for a quicker death.
“Aw yeah sob fer us,” Applebloom groaned, taking another long lick of Silver’s face before tugging Diamond’s corpse closer, “Deeper, ah want ya to die neck-deep in yer fillyfriend’s cadaver.”
Somehow Silver’s pitiful sobbing sounded even hotter when muffled by the wet, cooling flesh as her whole head was pushed inside Diamond. She shrieked in abject horror at the feel of Diamond’s dead flesh surrounding her, breathing in the stench of blood and rape. She felt her head tangled in intestines, then wailed anew as Sweetie’s magic grasped her head, forcing her muzzle open, wadding up Diamond’s cum-drenched womb, and stuffing it down her throat.
Scootaloo and Sweetie pushed their plots together side-to-side, both forcing their blood-slickened cocks against Silver’s asshole, taking Silver to new heights of agony as they forced their way in. With the two of them, it was easier to bash through into her gut, Silver’s intestines splitting down one side from the double girths, letting them ram up into her warm organs almost immediately. Sweetie and Scootaloo kissed passionately as they rammed in together, each reaching a forehoof behind the others swinging balls, giving one another’s slits a firm rub.
Silver’s pelvis flexed out and finally cracked loudly, splitting down the middle to leave her hind legs jerking about uselessly. Applebloom’s powerful thrusts rammed through the back of her womb, joining the other two as they began to bash into her lungs repeatedly together, breaking up Silver’s sobbing and screaming. Silver was rammed deeper into Diamond as well, gore slopping messily to the floor as it was displaced by Silver’s size, pushed so deeply that she could have licked Diamond’s throat from the inside were she not still choking on Diamond’s gooey womb.
Silver’s neck couldn’t handle the stretch as Diamond’s had, splitting down the side, Sweetie’s cock poking free from the hole in her neck as the other two forced their bloody tips out Silver’s maw. Silver was now the one wondering why she was still alive as she felt a surge of rape-cream pushed up through all three cocks, body bloating further with the expanse as she vomited fountains of cum.
Diamond’s body bloated grotesquely until she too vomited blood and spunk, the trio of shafts ramming up through her neck as well, getting a reverse-blowjob from both Silver and Diamond at the same time. Silver felt her mind swim in torment within her own personal hell, unable to move or do anything other than quiver and suffer. When she was finally released, she welcomed the encroaching darkness eagerly, her young life ending just as Diamond’s had.
Twilight left Colt-1 on the floor, where he lay comatose once again, and slid up behind the crusaders, grinding against Scootaloo and Sweetie’s little behinds and reaching around to stroke at Applebloom’s body.
‘There, wasn’t that incredible?” Twilight asked with a grin, “Excited for me to bring you more victims later?”
The Crusaders were barely able to think from their over-pleasured brains, but managed to nod excitedly if nothing else.
Twilight took hold of Scootaloo, pulling her free, using her magic to melt off the shafts from her three filly friends. Once the trio had writhed a bit in the agony of changing back, Twilight looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, deeply as a lover would, cradling her gently now. Twilight glanced toward the window, making sure her favorite yandere was still spying on them before speaking.
“Scootaloo,” Twilight said, sounding sincere, “The truth is, I only hurt you in an attempt to deny my feelings for you. I love you... deeply.”
Scootaloo stared, looking more terrified at that revelation than anything prior. Twilight gave her a long kiss, but Scootaloo was too stunned to do more than let Twilight push her tongue around.
“I want to you as my wife,” Twilight told her, “And I can’t wait until you’re 12 before we get hitched. I’m going to push to have the minimum marriage age abolished so that we can wed immediately.”
“I-I... am in a relationship with... Sweetie and Applebloom,” Scootaloo finally panted, and it was a testament to how much she must love her friends that she was willing to refuse Twilight’s offer because of it.
“Then I will marry you all,” grinned Twilight, “I want to be your wife for the rest of your lives. Then as soon as we’re married, we’ll find that bitch Fluttershy. First we’ll all impregnate one another in front of her, then give her the death she so grossly deserves. She won’t get in the way of our love.”
“Why is it getting so cold in here?” asked Sweetie in a whisper.
Twilight knew; Fluttershy was a bit of a psionic after all, so her rage was becoming quite tangible. Twilight could practically smell Fluttershy’s fur burning with uncontrollable fury. Twilight only made it worse, pulling all three Crusaders close and staring deeply into their terrified eyes.
“Promise me that you will love me forever,” Twilight said.
The Crusaders all nodded slowly. They’d be pissing themselves again if their bladders weren’t dry.
“Okay!” Twilight suddenly went back to her previous mode and dropped the foals on the floor before turning and walking back towards Colt-1, “I’ll take care of corpse disposal; I’ll mail them to their parents or something. You guys can head home; see you next week!”
If Fluttershy didn’t see them first.
9. Twilight Upgrades Her Toys
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.
10. Twilight Creates A Terrible OC
“I’m bored,” Spike slammed the door to the lab open to wander in without being told he could, “Can we go and see the dead seaponies wash up on the shore after the next round of balefire attacks? I hear Luna is sponsoring a fuck-a-thon charity drive on the beach where ponies donate per hour for you to fuck irradiated seapony corpses.”
“What’s the charity?” asked Twilight.
“Who cares?” grunted Spike, “We’ll get to fuck radioactive corpses. How often do we get to do that?”
“You are not tricking me into going to see them before I’m ready, Spike,” said Twilight, not that it wasn’t tempting. “Hm... I wonder if I gave the seaponies balefire capabilities if they’d use them on Canterlot...”
“I doubt it’d work,” said Spike, “Celestia would probably do something unfair like put herself into a computer, and that’d just make her harder to kill.”
“You won’t stop me from assassinating them Spike,” warned Twilight, “You treasonous little shit.”
“Really? She’s getting really sensitive; all I did was ass-rape Rose as payment for flowers,” Twilight quirked an eyebrow, then shrugged and went back to work. “I mean how else was I supposed to pay for them when I lost my wallet? Anyway it’s time for these two to have their first fertile fuck.”
As she disconnected Filly-2 from the growth machines, Twilight was already grinding her hips against Colt-2, who had already been disconnected, and enjoying the soft pulse of his shaft splitting her drooling cock port. Whether due to hormones or something else, Colt-2 was impressively endowed, giving Twilight the physical pleasure of an adult cock along with the psychological pleasure of fucking a foal. She definitely planned on keeping him around longer than she had Colt-1.
Colt-2 was making squeaky moans beneath her, sliding his hooves all over Mama’s breasts as he pushed upward into her. He never missed a chance to pound Mama’s cunt, and now that he had reached fertility and could finally fuck a foal into her, it felt even better. Twilight had even promised him that he could fuck their foal as soon as it popped out, which he was really looking forward to.
“Mm, that’s it sweetie,” Twilight moaned down to him, “Make your proud Mama’s pussy pregnant.”
Twilight shivered as a rush of her honey flooded down over his belly, drenching his thighs and balls and leaving a wet spot beneath them. Just as her shaking was hitting its height, he fired off himself, sheathing a rush of his fertile mutated seed into Twilight’s cooch.
“Perfect,” Twilight slid off of Colt-2, simultaneously sliding the magic horn restraint off of Filly-2. “Spike, come over here; I’m going to rape your faggot ass while we watch.”
As soon as Filly-2 realized her horn was freed, Colt-2 lit up with her magic and was yanked from beneath Twilight, sending Twilight falling off the bed, barely catching herself with her own magic before she slammed her head on the floor. Colt-2 squealed in delight as Filly-2 spread her slutty hind legs and shook her plot in his direction, tugging him right into her and scoring a hole-in-one with his cock into her drooling wet snatch.
“Fuck that cunt hard!” Filly-2 demanded, “Or I’ll bite off your dick and fuck the wound to show you how it’s done!”
“I don’t know where she gets that aggression from,” Twilight tsked, shaking her head and floating herself back onto the bed. “But it seems my tweaks to the education protocol has resulted in less retarded speech patterns, so at least that’s something.”
“I can only imagine,” Spike dead-panned, but all the same crawled up onto the bed with Twilight, backing himself into her lap. He didn’t used to be into cocks up his tailhole, but now that it was the only type of fucking he could get, he’d actually started to appreciate it.
Twilight magicked herself a nice thick boner, which extended against Spike’s back, then he looped his tail around it to pull it into place. There was no need for lubrication; after a few dry rapes, Spike had started keeping his ass well-lubed for when Twilight or Colt-2 got the urge. He moaned like a proper little ass bandit and pushed himself down over the shaft, and started slow relaxing pumps as they watched the show. It was a pity in a way; this was barely rape at all.
Colt-2 grasped onto Filly-2’s plot, grasping her tightly and ramming his hips as hard as he could, thrusting with abandon so quickly that his hips were a blur. His own flexing muscles were augmented by Filly-2’s magic, which grasped his behind and pushed him forward even as she shoved her hips back against him. Filly-2 rolled her eyes back, drooling profusely, savoring every thrust. She was arguably even more of a slut than Filly-1 had been, and Twilight had barely even needed to train her at all. It was like she popped out with an insatiable craving for cock.
“I’ve actually just tweaked the dosages this time,” panted Twilight as she lay back, sliding Spike up and down on her throbbing shaft like a toy as she watched, “But with this next generation, I think I should tweak the programming too. If I can hype up the power enough and get something that is under my control, maybe it can take out Celestia and Luna.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Spike grunted.
“Shut up and clench my dick harder, fuck nugget,” Twilight smacked Spike on the head with a hoof.
“Well then stop fucking me like a bitch,” Spike snapped back. “I’m not made of glass!”
“Don’t call Mama a bitch!” shrieked Filly-2, as she heard “I’ll rip off your head and fuck your eye socket like I did that stupid owl!” She really was a bit different than the last generation.
Colt-2 shrieked shortly after as he felt his sister’s pussy clench so hard that it cut off circulation as she fired off a shower of filly cream all over him. He had to strain, tensing up all his muscles in an effort to keep his hips moving, body convulsing as his cock tried to fire off and found it too tight to expel his load. When her cunt unclenched, the built-up spunk fired off like a jet and would have physically shot him off her plot if not for her magic holding him steady.
Eyes rolled back and head spinning, Colt-2 gave no resistance as Filly-2 grabbed him by the neck, ripping him out of her only to pin him onto the bed. She floated above him, turning her rump around reverse-cowgirl style before slamming down, impaling her cunt onto his shaft a second time, pussy pulsating in near constant orgasm as she bounced herself violently atop him.
“More cock! More cum!” Filly-2 literally foamed at the muzzle, “Moan for me you fucking mute.”
“You know I have two cocks,” Spike claimed.
Filly-2 stopped suddenly and stared long and hard at Spike.
“I’m going to start fucking you now,” Filly-2 told Spike, “I don’t know when I’ll stop.”
“Mmph,” Twilight chuckled, “I’m fucking him right now dear, and besides Spike doesn’t-“
“Sorry Mama!” Filly-2 said shortly before a metal leg ripped off of the bed behind them and clobbered Twilight in the head.
Twilight was caught off guard, flopping onto the floor only to be beaten repeatedly about the horn and head. It wasn’t easy to cast with her horn being beaten, and it didn’t help when Filly-2 grasped her head in her magic and began slamming it against the cement floor. She didn’t stop until Twilight stopped moving, a puddle of blood pooling around her head.
“Uh, is she dead?” asked Spike with vague concern, looking over the side, unable to tell if Twilight was still breathing from his spot on the bed.
“Nah, Mama is immortal,” assured Filly-2, “She said so!” She floated up to Spike, “If you were lying about having two dicks...”
“Twilight gave me a double so that I’d be even more pent up,” Spike grinned as he explained, patting the lock on his chastity belt. “Of course you’ll have to get this off to see!”
Spike couldn’t have been happier when Filly-2 ripped into the chastity device, but it was a good thing he was a dragon, because her method of removing it was to blast it with a heated horn beam that quite literally melted it off of his body. She stared at his dual shafts as they popped free of the belt and throbbed wantonly, her eyes glassy as if it were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Thick, ridged, and ready to ram in any orifice she wanted.
“Hey I was fucking you!” Colt-2 complained, but the only response he got was for Filly-2 to toss him roughly onto the floor with Twilight.
Spike had a huge grin on his face as he was pinned onto his back, Filly-2 landing atop him and grinding herself against his shafts. With how long it’d been since he had fun, the warmth of soft fuckable holes against him felt better than it ever had. He grasped her hips, feeling over those deliciously underage thighs as she pushed herself down atop him, encompassing his underused cocks in a bath of fleshy convulsions, her tunnels still orgasmic with bliss.
“Holy fuck, best pussy-ass combo I’ve ever had, even better than Pumpkin Cake’s,” Spike panted, though it may have just been how long it’d been since he had tight flesh clenching him. “Twilight is so gonna murder me when she gets up, if she gets up, but it’ll totally be worth it.”
If this was likely to be his last fuck, Spike was determined to get into it, pulling the pint-sized cock-slut close and giving her a deep kiss, pushing his hips in time with her own. His own shafts burst within seconds of such wonderfully wrong holes clenching them, blasting his own seed to join her brother’s in her hot little cunny, and another into her intensely tight asshole. Neither slowed down though, bodies smacking together with violent abandoned, determined to drench her insides with as much as possible before Twilight murdered one or both of them.
Meanwhile Colt-2 poked curiously at Twilight’s head, lifting it a bit and finding her eyes rolled back, blood pouring from her nose and ears, and immediately vomiting another muzzle full all over his belly. He wasn’t sure what that meant, so he just assumed it meant ‘fuck my face’, and that’s exactly what he did. He mounted her head, pushing his slick cock between her lips and holding her unconscious muzzle tightly shut, grinding his cock against her soft tongue.
Twilight blinked awake slowly, at first growling under the assumption that Spike was face-fucking her, but when the scream upon her biting down was higher pitched than she expected, she realized it was Colt-2. She released her grip, only to have him immediately began thrusting again as if nothing had happened, though the cock now tasting metallic with a hint of blood from Twilight’s sharpened teeth.
He was so cute, and she didn’t have the heart to stop him, so she wrapped her tongue about his cock and worked it firmly, jamming a spike of magic up his behind right into his prostate to get him off quickly. She suckled down the flood of sperm that resulted, then left the squealing colt squirming on the floor as she staggered up.
“I am about to make Tartarus afraid of what I do to you, Spike,” Twilight growled darkly.
“Hey, I’m not the one that bashed your head in!” Spike said defensively, “And do you really think I could have stopped this monster from fucking me even if I wanted to?”
“Cock! Cock! Dragon cock! Fuck! Cum!” Filly-2 was getting quite into it, not appearing to have noticed that Twilight had arisen yet.
Spike started to speak again, but arched his back instead, creaming another load deep into the hot little foal snatch and ass. Twilight took the distraction as an opportunity and slipped the magical restraint back onto Filly-2, then backhoofed her squarely in the face, sending her flying across the room.
Filly-2 squeaked in surprise that Mama had actually hit her, despite having just beaten Mama about the head herself. Twilight was on her in an instant, holding her down and slamming her hoof into the brat’s face.
“Don’t. Do. That. Again!” Twilight screamed, her voice echoing as she placed another blow to the little
“Sorry Mama I didn’t know!” Filly-2 was immediately sobbing, “I’m so sorry! Please kill me and eat my soul for being a bad filly!”
Spike watched this with one eyebrow arched, then hopped off the bed, cocks still slapping about in front of him, and headed for the door. Fuck this; he was going to Rarity’s, now that his cock was free.
Unfortunately, the lab door locked just as he was about to open it, and he turned to see Twilight’s eyes glowing green as she glared at him from the other side of the room.
“Aw fuck,” sighed Spike, “This is gonna really hurt, isn’t it?”
Twilight was only stopped when Filly-2 belched rather loudly behind her. That was a little weird, so she turned around to take another look at the filly. To her surprise, the filly had a bit of a gut on her. That was weird, because she definitely didn’t have that when Twilight was wailing on her face just now. The little one wailed like a banshee as her belly visibly grew, appearing to be rushing through her pregnancy even before Twilight got to pumping her with more hormones again.
Twilight felt her own belly to make sure she wasn’t swelling too, but found herself normal, so curiously walked over to where Filly-2 was writhing on the floor. Her horn lit up as she scanned the little filly, watching the silhouette of the foal inside her visibly growing, or at least something was growing inside her. It... didn’t look normal.
The most striking thing was that it was an alicorn which, if Flurry Heart had been any indication, might turn out to be a problem. It quickly became obvious though that it was malformed, one wing significantly larger than the other with a stunted horn. The cruelest deformity was its awful colors, a jet black coat with vivid burgundy mane and tail, like one of those horrible OCs from Rainbow’s Daring Do fanfictions. It even had burgundy fetlocks. It had a misshapen head that looked more the shape a shark would have.
Though that was all made up by a few redeeming factors. Primarily the fact that it appeared to be a hermaphrodite, with not one but two long, ridged shafts, which were bending about with prehensile dexterity. A nice round ballsack was tucked behind them, with a delicious little slit beneath those. The other was the impressive set of teeth and fangs, growing in as Twilight watched.
“Is that one mine?” asked Spike, staring blankly as Twilight’s magic showed them the X-ray interior.
“Maybe I won’t cut off your dicks after all, Spike,” said Twilight, “Oh I can’t let this little bitch die in delivery either if she’s capable of popping out demon alicorns. Herm-1!... gonna fuck it SO HARD.”
“I’d say that is exactly why you should let her die,” Spike countered.
“If I could super-charge this thing and program it to properly obey,” pondered Twilight, “I could have my own little super-assassin. We’d be banging Celestia and Luna’s rotting corpses in no time!”
Or it’ll be banging yours,” Spike commented.
Filly-2 shrieked as her water gave way so violently that it sprayed from her fuck tunnel like a fire hose. Twilight walked closer, leaning down and opening her muzzle to take a few gulps of the delicious fetus-juice before pulling Filly-2’s legs wider.
“Yes rip me open!” Filly-2 moaned, “I want to die screaming for Mama!”
“Sorry dear,” chuckled Twilight, “But I can’t let you die quite yet.”
“Aw...” Filly-2 sniffled, and then groaned as another powerful contraction ripped through her.
It was pushing out of Filly-2 faster than any of the others. It wasn’t just pushing downward, it was actively clawing with its hooves as if trying to rip its way out. Its head ripped free, splitting Filly-2’s little pelvis like a melon to an axe, tunnel prolapsing to the point that it seemed to be turning inside out from the sheer speed of the exit.
The new one shrieked like a changeling on crack rather than crying, dragging itself out onto the bed, then immediately turning around, drooling eagerly and pinning down Filly-2. Its dual shaft throbbed wantonly as she impaled the hole it had emerged from seconds earlier with the top, and her mother’s tight little ass with the lower shaft. Soon she was plowing with raw abandon. On the plus side, its eager fucking rammed the prolapsed pussy back into Filly-2’s body, mostly. It was sort of jerking in and out along with the cock, which made Twilight snicker and Filly-2 wail.
Twilight was going to let the new one go at it for a bit, but when it grabbed Filly-2’s throat and bit down, shaking its head back and forth with clear murderous intent, Twilight decided to intervene. She slipped the magic restraint from Filly-2 and placed it around Herm-1’s horn, then yanked the herm from atop the filly, holding the thrashing creature in mid-air as she quickly stitched Filly-2 back together. She kept the prolapsed pussy as it was, however, wanting to see how she’d deal with that later. She cast a sleep spell on Filly-2 before Filly-2 started to fuck something again, then turned her attention to Herm-1.
Twilight examined it carefully. It was already reaching for Twilight, running in mid-air as it floated, slobbering profusely with pure lust in its eyes, as if all it could think about was finding the nearest living thing and fucking it, possibly to death.
Twilight licked her lips as she looked over those glistening fuck-tools flopping between its legs. She pulled it closer, running her tongue curiously over one, cleaning the fetal fluid from the surface, and feeling both prehensile lengths worm and smack at her face, Herm-1 desperately trying to ram her throat full with them.
“So gonna put that in a cage or something?” asked Spike, “Because I won’t be able to sleep at night with that thing loose in the castle.”
“There is no way this beauty is going anywhere without fucking me first,” Twilight purred.
“What you gonna name it? Colt-3 or Filly-3 doesn’t seem quite right,” Spike said, “How about ‘King-Lord-High-Commander-Darkflame-Steelwings the Magnificent’? It just feels like its name should be really stupid.”
The creature hissed loudly at Spike, looking like it was very close to tearing him a new one, but purred as Twilight ran her tongue over the delicious infant cock flesh once more. Twilight lay herself back on one of the beds and splayed out. She hovered Herm-1 in front of her for several long moments, before dropping it upon the bed freely.
Predictably, Herm-1 was on Twilight in an instant, pushing open her legs and grasping at her belly as it aimed for its grandma’s juicy cunt and tight asshole. It took a few jabs to get its bearings, but eventually pushed into both, growling excitedly at the hot flesh clenching and milking at its shafts. As Twilight still had her futa-dick on as well, the herm slurped its disturbingly long tongue around it, tugging it into her muzzle and slurping loudly.
Herm-1 deep-throated Twilight’s shaft without the slightest hint of a gag reflex, swallowing against the surface as she thrust her head in time with her hips, see-sawing back and forth. She tasted blood on Twilight’s cock though, and wanted more, so bit down suddenly, continuing to bob her head, but dragging her razor fangs across the surface as she did so, literally shredding the pulsating cock flesh into ribbons and nursing the fountain of blood that resulted.
Twilight groaned and rolled her eyes back, letting the little one have at it, enjoying the new experience as agony shot through her body. She cut off blood to her shaft to reduce the flow, though that only made Herm-1 dig in, tearing off chunks until she was down to a stub, then biting down on her balls one at a time, letting them burst within its teeth before nursing on the hole where the meat had once been.
“Perfect little psychotic slut!” groaned Twilight, “Oh you are just what I wanted!”
Twilight’s sensitive holes were getting reamed as well, Herm-1’s rods seeming to puff out with barbs the closer to climax it came, Twilight shivering at the horny flesh dragging across the inside of her cunt and ass. It didn’t take long for her to cream herself, this unexpected treat driving her to new heights of pleasure.
Spike didn’t want to watch once the dick-biting started, so instead dragged the sleeping Filly-2 back over to her brother, who was also watching in fascination. Spike casually flopped Filly-2 onto her back, pushing her legs apart as he pulled himself atop her missionary style. He poked at her prolapse, more than half of the fuck tunnel turned inside out and protruding from her body. He chuckled as he batted it about, but a hole was a hole, so he pushed his shaft against the end of it like he was fucking the urethra of a mutated cock. His other shaft pressed into her tight little asshole shortly after, at which point Spike raised his tail and waggled his ass at Colt-2.
Colt-2 didn’t question an offered hole, and continued to watch Mama and his new sibling as he pulled up atop Spike. His sleek shaft was pushed against the not-so-tight dragon hole, blunt tip slowly forcing the tight pucker open before sinking into the warm glove and beginning to thrust. Soon Spike was bouncing his hips back and forth between them, a trio of underage bodies writhing hotly against one another.
Herm-1 tried to shove its muzzle into Twilight’s cock-wound so that it could rip her gut upwards and feast on her organs, but Twilight stopped it short of that, holding her head steady as its little hips continued to pound. Soon Herm-1 was ramming its first loads of spunk into her, flooding both her womb and posterior with thick sperm.
Twilight realized that the thing had actually grown even while she was fucking it, and was almost the size of its mother already. She pulled it off of her, letting cum rush from her fuck holes and watching Herm-1 struggle to try to get at her again. She hummed a tune as she floated it toward one of the beds.
Twilight dragged the bed into one of the iron cages in the back of the lab this time, and didn’t bother hooking any hormone injectors to this one, as it was clearly already growing out of control. She strapped it down however, and connected the head gear to it. She adjusted the settings so that in addition to basic knowledge, Herm-1 would get instructions injected into its very instinct to murder Celestia and Luna. She even added Cadence for good measure, though less because she needed to and more because she wanted to marry Shining herself.
When she turned back, she saw Colt-2 creaming his load into Spike’s posterior, the pressure against his prostate sending Spike over as well to pump another load into Filly-2. Twilight rolled her eyes, yanking the foals away from Spike to leave him on the floor by himself in a small puddle of various fluids. She cast a sleep spell on Colt-2, then retrieved another horn restraint for Filly-2. Not wanting them to fall apart from exhaustion as Colt-1 had, she tucked them in for the moment, leaving Filly’s prolapse hanging free.
“Gonna lock my dicks up again?” asked Spike, panting.
“No,” Twilight said, giving him a spot of hope, but then picking him up and tossing him into the cage next to Herm-1, locking them both tightly within their cells. “Feel free to fuck Herm-1 through the bars if it gets out of its restraints and doesn’t kill you. I need a power-trip, so I’m going to go pull a cart around until somepony jaywalks in front of me, then beat them to death for it.”
“Yeah, have fun,” sighed Spike.
12. Twilight Makes An Oopsie
One more try.
Twilight pulled Herm-1’s horn restraint off, then proceded to float a riding crop into its cage. She smacked its head, then across the back as it curled up in defense. She gave its horn a few more whacks in frustration, but it didn’t light up its horn to push it away even once, not even a token effort. It just covered its head like a mud pony would.
“Oh my Me, what a disappointment!” Twilight shouted, dropping the crop back onto the table outside the cage, then dropping the horn restraint on the table next to it. No point in taking the effort to put it back on if it wasn’t needed.
Well, at least it was still physically violent. Twilight had to be careful when allowing Herm-1 to fuck the other foals, lest it murder them in excitement. Filly-2 and Colt-2 now knew better than to get near Herm-1’s cage when Twilight wasn’t around to put them back together. Twilight herself usually avoided contact with it, and when she did, she had to be careful not to let it damage her too quickly, because it always went for the kill with her.
Herm-1 never tried to fatally injure Spike though, for some reason. In fact they were getting a bit familiar with one another. She’d have to make sure to have the other present when she decided to kill one of the two.
It was growing as well, now the size of an average adult pony, and showing no signs of ceasing growth. If it got too big for the cage, Twilight was just going to put it down, even without seeing what it gave birth to first. It was just more trouble than it was worth. She could always hope that Filly-2’s next foal would be superior, and Filly-2 was within a few weeks of popping that out. It was only a unicorn this time, but as Herm-1 had proven, being an alicorn wasn’t everything.
Even worse, despite having the same speech instructions hammered into its head as the last batch, the creature never spoke a single word. It usually just stared at whoever was closest, licking its lips at them. She realized that, to her dismay, the creature may just be completely retarded when it came to communication or magic. So much for her nifty little assassin.
Either way, she didn’t want to think about it anymore for now. Celestia had invited Twilight to negotiations that she was going to have with Queen Novo of the sea ponies. Of course it wouldn’t be negotiations, because once Novo was there, the only thing she’d get a say on was how the remainder of her species was annihilated, but there was always the chance for happy-fun-rape-time, and Twilight had been so busy in recent months that she’d still never fucked a sea pony. All she really knew about them is apparently their culture had very annoying music, which was apparently the reason Celestia attacked them to begin with.
“I’ll be back later this evening,” Twilight called out as she departed and shut the lab door, locking no less than a dozen latches and magical seals on it before leaving.
“Can you at least bring a dead seapony back for me to fuck?” Spike called after her, but Twilight either ignored or didn’t hear him.
Spike sighed and looked over at Herm-1. It was clinging to the bars between Spike’s cage and its prehensile shafts hanging free and twisting about, coiling around bars, its pussy drooling profusely, cunt honey dribbling down the bars and onto the floor. It took a moment for Spike to realize what it was so very aroused about.
“Oh...” Spike looked at the horn restraint Twilight had left on the table, then to Herm-1’s bare horn. “Please tell me you have a plan that involves my help to kill that insufferable cunt.”
Herm-1 nodded and winked at Spike as its horn lit up. It released the bars, floating in midair, then turning to head toward the door to its cell.
Colt-2 and Filly-2 were now trusted enough that they were usually let free about the lab, even without a horn restraint for the later. Slutty as they were, they never bothered Herm-1 or Spike when Twilight wasn’t there, and generally didn’t break anything important while spending all day finding new ways to bang one another.
Currently, Colt-2 had Filly-2 pinned to the floor on her back, pushing her hips up to force her to double over as he was pile-driving her asshole. As he nailed her, she was slurping on her grotesque prolapse like a thick flaccid noodle, gagging herself as Colt-2 squealed in delight and continued his plowing.
Herm-1’s magical glow thickened about its shaft as it slowly stroked itself off with its magic, even its pussy pushed open as it fucked itself with ethereal cock in anticipation. Herm-1 tilted its head, a wicked grin spreading across its face, more emotion than Spike had ever seen it express. It twisted the lock of its cage effortlessly, breaking it from the door. It slid the gate open, casually floating out, then around to Spike’s door, pulling his door open just as easily.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Spike grinned, immediately padding out and over to the horn restraint that Twilight had left, picking it up off the table, “If I remember right, whoever latches this onto a horn is the only one that can take it off... should I snap it on Filly-2?”
Herm-1 snerked as it shook its head ‘no’ and floated towards its parents. The two were too distracted by their hot foal-on-foal action to notice that their foal was sneaking up on them. It slowly approached, quietly nearing until its shadow fell across them. Spike kept back a few feet behind Herm-1, deciding that it was best to be cautious around it the same way ponies were cautious around Twilight, just in case he accidentally pushed one of its buttons.
Colt-2 looked up first, seeing Herm-1 floating there close enough for him to reach out and touch, and immediately panicked. He shrieked, yanking free of Filly-2 and abandoning her to flee. Filly-2 quickly noticed as well, though she had to uncurl herself and gag up her prolapse before she could even think about escape.
It didn’t matter one way or the other though; both foals found themselves held by Herm-1’s magic, running in place against the floor as they were dragged backward, Colt-2 by his balls and Filly-2 by her grotesque cunt flesh. Herm-1 still didn’t speak, only staring and licking its lips slowly, taking a moment to enjoy their squeals and the way they looked back at their captor with looks of terror.
Herm-1 picked Filly-2 off the floor, turning her over onto her back, and moving Colt-2 atop her so that they were belly-to-belly. Despite still struggling to escape, the two instinctively grasped one another and pulled firmly together. Herm-1 floated up behind them, its shafts squirming like snakes against their posteriors.
“Are we dead?” Filly-2 asked, earning a simple nod from Herm-1, its grin becoming more sadistic. Filly-2’s horn lit up, her body glowing briefly as she tried to pull herself away, but after a few seconds it shorted out with a visible spark, the filly squeaking as Herm-1’s magic easily overcame her own.
“But I want Mama to make us dead,” pouted Colt-2, tearing up.
Herm-1 didn’t look willing to cooperate with their desires though. Filly-2 and Colt-2 looked into one another’s eyes and came to a silent understanding. There was no way out of this; this was how they were going to bite it. It was still going to be a gruesome death, so at least they could enjoy it!
Herm-1 was amazingly gentle at first, as if savoring the moment, stroking its hooves over Colt-2’s posterior. It watched its parents as they kissed passionately, Colt-2 reaching down to massage at Filly-2’s protruding tunnel before pulling his shaft to her opening again and pressing within. The cunt flesh squished against the throbbing length pushing in and pulling back out with each stroke, Filly-2’s legs twitching at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Herm-1 growled lustfully as its own shafts pressed against either of their little tailholes, pushing its tapered tips against them, sinking slowly in and taking long gentle thrusts. It could only relish the act of murdering its parents once after all, and Twilight had given it plenty of time to snuff out their lives. It couldn’t wait to see the look on its grandma’s face when she returned from her trip to find her beloved experiments gutted at the hooves of her hated experiments.
It turned to Spike, seeing that he was too timid to approach, and grinning. It pointed to Spike, then to its own posterior, raising its tail. It then pointed at the heads of the foals making out beneath it, as if offering Spike a choice between its pussy and the throats of their victims. Spike grinned as he was included, padding around to the front. Herm-1 lowered their floating so that Spike could get to the two frenching muzzles.
“Not that I don’t like your dreamy cunt,” chuckled Spike, “But I get to fuck that all the time, and I never get to fuck these brats.”
As Spike enjoyed himself, it growled lustfully as it pushed deeper, stretching both foals to capacity already. It popped the first ridges on its shafts past their tight anal rings, slowly speeding its motions. It began to drool as Filly-2 and Colt-2’s bodies started to twitch with the first signs of real pain, encouraging it to go deeper still.
Spike pulled their heads apart, smacking their faces with his own throbbing shafts, and the foals gladly cooperated, each taking one between their lips, tiny tongues batting them about. Spike groaned as Herm-1 leaned over to him, kissing Herm-1 every bit as passionately as the foals had been kissing. He pushed into the foals throats as he did so, not wasting any time before prying their maws open as widely as he could and groaning at the feeling of their throats gagging over his shafts.
“You know if we manage to kill Twi,” panted Spike, “I’ll be out of a job; wouldn’t mind being your number one assistant.” Spike as starting to really like the idea of traveling with Herm-1, and imagined it would involve less science and more pure serial killing.
It licked at its parents’ faces as they gagged on Spike, its hip motions increasing gradually with each stroke. It actually loved its parents deeply, but the urge to violate and murder every living thing it could find was so much greater, feeling like it was as much of a need as breathing. The programming that Twilight had droned into its head only made it worse, what was intended as a desire to assassinate the princesses became a much more expansive need.
It became more ravenous by the second, and soon blood was drooling down its writhing shafts as they went deeper, winding up the foalish intestines. Hips strained, pelvic bones creaking before they outright snapped, leaving their legs kicking randomly and hips unable to function, yet still slamming together from Herm-1’s impacts against them.
Colt-2 rolled his eyes back, gagging violently, unable to so much as maintain its tongue lapping any longer. All the same, one last squeal vibrated Spike’s shaft Colt-2’s cock exploded into Filly-2’s tubing. She squealed in response, cunt firing off like a hose and spraying fluid against both Colt-2 and Herm-1.
Spike and Herm-1 were soon after, but when they went off together it was a lot go contain. Herm-1 used its magic to clench their little bodies so that none could backwash, Spike clenching their muzzles tightly shut with his claws as well. They received blasts of sperm from both ends. Intestines swelled faster than they could be funneled up through their system, splitting down the sides and flooding into their organ sacks, leaving them both a convulsing mess as their bodies swelled grotesquely. Spike’s loads did the same, swelling up their stomachs, bursting them as well so that the two floods of cum merged together.
Unable to hold the massive feed and with no outlet to channel the pressure, the two finally exploded into a burst of spunk, guts splitting open, bodies torn asunder in an instant, sending a wave of blood, gore, and seed all over the lab. The explosion was so violent that they literally broke into two, and Herm-1 was left fucking only their hindquarters, their hind legs spasming as its cock protruded out the other end. Spike too was suddenly fucking two heads as the rest of their body was blasted apart, their cum continuing to fountain as they hosed one another down as well.
Herm-1 cackled as it slid the fresh corpses of its parents off its cocks, allowing them to slap to the floor in a puddle of their own gore. Spike tugged the heads off his own shafts, giving each a deep kiss before tossing them onto the floor like trash.
So into the moment, that they almost didn’t notice it when the lab doors began to unlock. It wasn’t even close to time for Twilight to return; she would have had to have teleported there, stayed only a few minutes, then teleported back.
Spike tried to get his bearings, grabbing the horn restraint and running toward the door. Herm-1 grasped him with its magic, floating him upwards so that he could cling to the rafters directly above the door. Meanwhile Herm-1 floated in the middle of the goresplosion, sure to be a decent distraction.
“Spike, I’m home early! It didn’t go well!” Twilight shouted as she flung the door to the lab open, “I sorta had a ‘do you know who the fuck I am’ moment with the Royal Cumbuckets… really need to stop talking out-loud to myself. I’m pretty sure the Canterlot army is headed into Ponyville, or possibly a balefire strike. I can only hope they take the time to finish Novo before they-“
Twilight froze as she looked around the lab. At first she couldn’t make out what had happened. There was gore and cum decorating the entirety, splattered about from an explosion point in the center. There was a strand of loose intestines swinging from the ceiling fan as it spun, shattered beakers and equipment that had been knocked over, and right in the center... Herm-1. Floating. With magic.
“Fucking... BITCH!” Twilight shrieked, seeming to forget for a moment that the authorities and/or megaspells might be on their way, “Are you telling me that I am going to have to start all over from scratch?”
Twilight horn charged up, glowing so brightly that one could hardly look directly at it, targeting the Herm-1 hovering there in the center. In her rage, she didn’t notice Spike as he tumbled down atop her back, landing perfectly despite how long it’d been since she’d let him ride her. He grinned widely as he snapped the restraint onto her horn.
“So what you’re saying,” Spike laughed, “Is that not only can I kill you, I won’t even get in trouble for doing it! I might even be a hero!”
Twilight stared in utter disbelief. It’d been so very long since she was actually afraid of those that she was facing, if not counting her fuck-up at the diplomatic summit. She said nothing further, turning and bucking Spike from her back as she attempted to make it out the door against so she could reactivate the magilocks.
It was no use; Twilight felt herself picked up in Herm-1’s magical grasp. She instinctively tried to magic herself free, but all her horn did was spark for several moments. Pain burned through her body as the restraint responded to her attempted use of magic, only serving to cause her to piss herself, like so many of her own victims had when facing their imminent murder.
“This lab isn’t safe from megaspells,” Twilight advised, “I suggest the two of you run rather than take the time to murder me! If you let me go, I can teleport us all out in time.”
“Nice try, but Celestia isn’t going to nuke us just to get you,” Spike chuckled, “If she’s as mad as you’re implying, she’ll come to take care of you in person. You’ll probably get sent to the Moon to be gang-raped by the Nightmare Force for a millennium like Luna after her little coup attempt.”
Twilight realized that she had made a terrible mistake underestimating the creature. Now her magic was no longer an option, and Spike would see through any way she tried to talk her way out of it, so there wasn’t any way of avoiding her fate at this point. Furthermore, as much as she hated to admit it, Spike had a point. Twilight wasn’t going to escape Celestia, and would honestly rather die horribly here than let Celestia determine her fate..
“Fine,” growled Twilight, “But this better be a death worthy of a goddess!”
13 Twilight Completes Her Experiment
“Mind if I have a go first?” Spike asked, walking to where Twilight was floating and stroking a claw across her flank, drawing some blood “Once you go, there won’t be much left for me to go at.” He the walked around and slowly licked Twilight’s face, “What did you say before, Twi? That I would never get in your holes again? It looks like despite being Equestria’s worst cock-tease, you’re going to die with my sperm dripping from all three. Then I’ll pump another load in each when you’re a cooling corpse too for good measure.”
“I guess so,” Twilight chuckled, eyes unfocused as she went through the situation in her mind and once again came up empty on ways to avoid it, “Hell, just drape my corpse over the fountain in town square and let whoever wants have a go at it. Why the fuck not?”
Herm-1 didn’t speak, though it seemed to be enjoying their banter. It kindly turned Twilight’s plot back over to Spike, turning her over onto her back and laying her against the hard floor. It then released her from its magic, just for a moment to see if she’d stay cooperative. She did, perhaps surprisingly, but Twilight wasn’t planning on giving them the added pleasure of a pointless escape attempt.
“Mmm, been a long time since I was between these legs,” purred Spike, sliding up to Twilight, pushing her hind legs apart and letting both throbbing shafts pulse against her belly. He slid up and down, for a moment just enjoying the heat of that divine pussy. “Alicorn cunt is the best... and you’re the only alicorn in Equestria I haven’t fucked. I even got a go at Flurry’s newborn cunt during her little magic-surge-rape-spree, but not yours.”
“Yeah, that was pretty funny,” chuckled Twilight, “I remember Shining’s face when she had him pinned down riding his dick.” Somehow it was easier to be casual about this when she knew she had no hope of escape. Having a slim hope would have been very stressful, but once Twilight accepted the inevitability, she was quite relaxed.
Twilight spread her legs further, her wings folding out in a wingboner against the floor as she pushed her hips against Spike’s. His twin dragon shafts pushed into her, one sliding her soft cunt lips open as the other popped into her tight little ass. Spike groaned, finding her tighter than the other adult princesses, and immediately working into smooth strokes.
Herm-1 was giving Spike the first go, but wasn’t going to be left out either. It slid up atop Twilight’s face, laying its balls against her chin and its drooling snatch against her muzzle. Twilight reached her forelegs to hold Herm-1’s plot, running her tongue in deep strokes, fishing about in her creation’s foal-factory as she suckled out muzzle-fulls of mutant fuck honey.
Spike began thrusting harder, pounding Twilight’s cervix with one shaft, finally firmly pushing through into her womb. He found it occupied, though the resident was not nearly as put together as in the case of other abortions by cock he had seen. It did jerk against him when he smacked his tip against its body though, so at least it was formed enough to experience agony, which was a relief.
Herm-1 gave Spike a long kiss, then Spike moved his head down its body, licking all the way to its shafts, running his long tongue several times around each and slurping all over them as they squirmed against his face like thick worms. He slid down further and slurped at Twilight’s muzzle, getting a nice gooey kiss from her as well between her laps at Herm-1’s pussy.
“It’s weird,” Spike grunted, “I kind of wish I’d murdered you before you became such a bitch. This doesn’t feel as much like betrayal as I’d like it do. I do still love you in a way though, so that’s something.”
“Mmm-hmm” said Twilight between deep licks, “Ending the life of a loved one is always hotter. I kind of despise you now, but it’s not my pleasure that’s important I guess. In fact... I’m feeling a bit too much, maybe you should give me a good ram with the papercut dildo over on the table there.”
“Not a bad idea,” Spike grunted, slowly pulling free for a moment. “I would enjoy this more knowing you aren’t, though.”
“Oh I assure you I won’t enjoy it!” Twilight grunted, “I’m just being honest; I want this to be the death I deserve.”
The papercut dildo was called such because it had dozens of tiny blades all over it, which basically left you with a hole full of papercut-like cuts after a few good rams. Spike didn’t have to go get it, as Herm-1 took the initiative to float it over to him, so Spike immediately pushed it into Twilight’s pussy, sliding it deep, all the way to her womb, then giving it several hard slams to leave Twilight torn up inside. Twilight cried out at the sudden slicing of her most sensitive flesh, shaking and having to strain to not try and close her legs.
Twilight began to tear up, but raised her rump to offer her asshole to him. She cried out again, giving Herm-1 a nice pussy massage with her screams as Spike rammed it violently into her asshole as well. After a few seconds of that, there was no possibility of Twilight getting the slightest bit of pleasure from this, which was the way it should be.
Spike grinned widely as he tossed the bloody dildo aside, then pushed his natural cocks back inside of her. This time both cunt and ass clenched and spasmed in pain, working his dick so much better than a boring, consenting pussy would. He leaned down and lapped the first of many tears from her face, groaning as he began to push faster still, slamming into her like a jackhammer, driven onward by how her body began to shiver against him, each jab of his cocks now feeling like she was getting fucked with serrated daggers.
“That’s more like it,” Twilight groaned, sounding like she was gargling Herm-1’s fuck juice as she spoke,. “But you never had my genius, what about the salt and stuff I have in the potion case?” She clenched her teeth as if trying to stop herself from giving any more advice, but she was very good at torture, and it was hard for her to keep her muzzle shut about it.
Spike started to move to get that as well, but Herm-1 stopped him with a hoof on his head, pushing Spike’s face back down to its shafts. Spike chuckled as he continued to drench the warm squirming meats in his saliva, yanking one into his maw to work it about his gums, groaning to intentionally send vibrations through it before spitting one out and wrapping his tongue around the other to pull it into his maw. He freely grazed his fangs against the pulsating flesh, which Herm-1 only seemed to enjoy more.
Herm-1 opened the cabinet with its magic, digging through until it found salt, hot pepper, and itching powder. Spike was a dragon, and even the flesh on his dicks was thick, pluscombined with his natural resistances, it wasn’t likely to be more than a vague annoyance to him. Herm-1 moved the ingredients to Spike’s crotch, sprinkling his shafts with them on the outstroke, pushing them into Twilight’s pussy and ass, where they were then ground into the dozens of tiny slits. Twilight finally choked out a proper sob as her agony intensified, both Spike and Herm-1, groaning in delight as Twilight’s misery became more apparent.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Spike groaned between working one of Herm-1’s cocks then the other, “It’s torment for the insufferable cunt’s cunt. By Celestia’s cum-colored coat, you deserve so much fucking worse.”
“Then give it to me,” Twilight groaned, pushing against Herm-1, letting the creature literally ride her muzzle like a dick, barely slobbering out words between the bounces, “Come on Spike... you know you want... to be more violent...both of you! Make this bitch suffer!”
Spike knew she was right; Twilight didn’t get the death she deserved unless Spike could get her to beg to make it stop before her miserable heart ceased beating. As an alicorn, Twilight could take a lot of damage without dying, so Spike could go to town without worrying about her being a peace too soon.
“Oh I’ll do it,” promised Spike, “We’ll make you regret being so hard to kill.”
Twilight wasn’t sure he could; being murdered was so much more invigorating than she had imagined, every nerve convulsing in agony. Even as she sobbed, her horn sparked again, repeatedly attempting to use her telekinesis. It wasn’t to get away though, only adding a pounding headache to her existing torment.
Spike grabbed for one of Twilght’s wings that was stretched out against the floor, the thing that had made the Twilight he loved into this bitch that he was getting the pleasure of ending. He intended on her dying without the blasted things, but first, he twisted it to snap at the middle joint, not stopping until he saw bone poking free through her bleeding flesh. Loving the way Twilight’s rape holes spasmed over his shafts, he twisted another joint to break it there, not ceasing until every joint was bent at gross angles.
He didn’t stop there, further breaking the bones that he had left in half, and soon was literally wading up her wing like crinkled paper, leaving it as a mass of bloody flesh, feathers, and bone shards not even recognizable as a wing. He yanked it upward so that Twilight could see exactly why her wing had become a canopy of pain, grinning at how her eyes widened.
Herm-1 happily took the other wing, though it didn’t have to use its hooves, continuing to stoke Spike’s head with those even as Twilight’s other wing began to snap, crackle, and pop. It made the first few breaks slowly, but as it felt Twilight’s whining from each snap vibrate up through its pussy, it began to move faster. It went the extra mile, not as limited as Spike, and didn’t stop until Twilight’s bones in that wing were virtually powederized, quickly finishing Spike’s wing in the same manner when Spike couldn’t snap it any further.
Spike began to really ram his hips, his upper shaft penetrating deeply into Twilight’s womb, feeling her fetus bounce against his tip with each impact, savoring how it thrashed in pain. He pressed his belly more firmly against Twilight’s, able to feel the writhing of the life he was aborting struggling through her.
“Hey rape monster,” Spike groaned at Herm-1, patting Twilight’s belly, “Assistance?”
Herm-1 reached its magic into Twilight’s womb, grasping the fetus firmly, positioning it so that Spike’s shaft landed right between the underdeveloped hind legs. Spike wasn’t sure if it was a pussy or an ass that Herm-1 forced to stretch over his shaft, but he didn’t care. He shivered as he felt the tiny life convulse its last around his cock, breaking his ‘record’ for foal-fucking age by raping one with a negative age. It didn’t survive long, but the grip of its still-warm corpse around his cock was still heavenly.
Herm-1 groaned finally, its pussy convulsing against Twilight’s muzzle so hard that the clench drove Twilight’s teeth into her gums and breaking her jaw, the sharp pain mixing in with the chorus from every other part of her body. She gagged on blood and honey as Herm-1 flooded her muzzle in orgasmic bliss.
Spike felt Herm-1’s cocks throbbing as it was coming, so forced both of them down his throat at once, choking himself as he forced them down his throat. He swallowed several large gulps, but then went wide eyed as his belly swelled, pulling free before her bursts and letting the rest of the sperm cover his face and drool down onto Twilight, some on her broken bones which made them sting all the worse.
Spike was quick to follow, and though his output wasn’t as impressive, it was still enough to balloon the foal-corpse around his cock until it burst into a wave of cum and gore inside Twilight, then pack enough extra to swell the alicorn’s womb. His other one pumped her intestinal tract full to capacity, adding to the swelling of her gut, replacing the baby swell with a cum swell.
Herm-1 hadn’t stopped with the bone breaking once it got on a roll either. Twilight shrieked and gagged as she felt her legs snap repeatedly, Herm-1 breaking all of them repeatedly and simultaneously, bones and flesh grinding and twisting as they were reduced to the same wadded up mass as her wings.
“Mmmph, worthless little shit,” Spike groaned as he pulled free, “How bout I make you into more literal shit?”
Spike’s cocks throbbed as he moved, tearing at the first wing he had broken. He pulled it apart, flesh, bone, and all, chuckling a bit at how her bloody feathers tickled on the way down. Despite relieving her of the tormented flesh, however, Twilight’s pain didn’t lessen, as if she still had a phantom limb there being repeatedly broken still.
Twilight was sobbing outright as Herm-1 pulled off her face, but still tried to push one hind leg to Spike’s muzzle as he was finishing with her wing, watching as his razor dragon teeth and powerful jaws shredded her flesh and swallowed it down into his shit factory. Twilight had been hoping that Herm-1 would eat her so that she wouldn’t become the crap of an inferior species, but it was no less than she knew she deserved.
Herm-1 stroked Spike’s face gently as he continued to tear into Twilight’s leg. It sat up on its haunches then, tugging Twilight up off the floor, sitting what was left of her into its lap, enormous flesh spears throbbing against her. Herm-1 looked deeply into Twilight’s eyes, savoring the pain and regret that it saw there even as its tips pressed against Twilight’s bleeding holes. Her pussy convulsed, the remains of her foal tumbling around around Herm-1’s cock, but barely had hit the floor when Spike snatched them up, rolling his eyes back at the tender fetus flesh as he scarfed the abortion down as well.
As Spike moved to her second hind leg, systematically devouring her limbs. Herm-1 pushed its shafts more firmly, invading her already stinging pussy and ass in one stroke. Herm-1 felt the salt and spices that were rubbed into Twilight’s inner flesh more than Spike, but it was well worth the agony in her eyes as it began to pummel her, forcing its way deeper with each stroke, slowly inching its entire lengths inside.
“Yes!” Twilight gagged out the words, vomiting up reddish goo in the process, words barely understandable with her broken jaw, “Complete dismemberment; make this disgusting slut into a fuck pillow like I’ve done to countless others!”
Twilight wailed as she felt the back of her womb give, along with her intestinal walls, and the double shafts pushed up into her gut, knocking the wind out of her lungs with the first stab. She could practically feel Herm-1’s heartbeat through its rock-hard rape sticks, and it surely could feel her heartbeat as well given that one cock was only inches from impaling it. Twilight tried to dirty talk again, but now every time she did, she just shrieked again.
Herm-1 was loving every moment, leaning down to her face and slurping at her passionately, drinking every salty tear, lapping its own juice off Twilight’s face so it could better see the torment etched on her face.
Twilight could feel nothing but pain now, stinging and stabbing and aching all over, her eyes wide with shock even as Spike was gnawing her last limb off. She felt herself rapidly reaching a point that she never thought she would, even with all her encouragement for them to make her suffer more. She clenched her teeth the best she could with a broken jaw, suddenly finding herself in a fight for the last of her dignity. She couldn’t... fuck... she had to.
“Oh Celestia make it stop!” Twilight finally begged, sobbing and shrieking, “Please finish me off! PLEASE!”
Spike, who was just finishing up with her last limb, rolled his eyes back, his cock throbbing and actually having a minor orgasm from Twilight finally giving up her superiority complex enough to beg for their mercy.
“Fuck yes, beg!” Spike moaned as he came, a puddle forming on the floor where twilight’s distended womb couldn’t hold any more“Plead with me to end your miserable life! Make it good, or I swear I’ll hand you over to Celestia still alive so she can add you to her taxidermy collection right next to that retard Derpy!”
That was a real threat, and it only made Twilight more delirious. If he turned her over to Celestia alive, Celestia would lock Twilight’s soul inside her own body and use her torso and head as still-conscious fuck toys for years, if not centuries to come. Twilight herself had pleasured herself on the conscious cadavers of Sunset Shimmer and other students that failed Celestia in the past. That was the reason Twilight was so keen on dying in an irreversible manner before Celestia found the lab and her.
And as much as Twilight wanted Herm-1 to murder the other princesses next, and it deeply hoped it would, doing so with Twilight trapped in a soul-corpse would mean that the only ones that could finish her off would be dead, and she might remain as one virtually forever. Her soul would never find peace.
“BEG!” Spike repeated when Twilight looked too broken to respond for a moment, “Tell me how sorry you are!”
It wasn’t easy to even speak as Herm-1 impaled one of Twilight’s lungs completely with one shaft, ramming upward into her spongy flesh there, causing her to cough up a bit of blood with each stab. It stung horribly to take in a breath to speak, her whole body shaking with the effort, but she had to. Anything to keep from being hooved over to Celestia alive.
“I’m so sorry!” Twilight spit the blood out of her muzzle as fast as it pooled there so she could speak, “Spike I’ve been a complete bitch! I mean it! I’ve treated you like a cock-tease when I should have been letting you fuck me anytime you want, like a proper son!”
“Mmm, continue,” Spike chrred, helping Herm-1 lick the tears from Twilight’s face as he listened, just enjoying himself and slowly stroking one cock with each claw as he watched her suffer. As Twilight gagged harder, unable to keep up with the blood pooling in her muzzle, Spike leaned in to mockingly kiss her, suckling the delicious alicorn blood from her throat, giving her a few seconds to speak each time before lapping again.
“Spike,” Twilight managed to speak again only due to Spike’s ‘assistance’ with the blood problem, “I treated everypony like my personal science experiments... I didn’t mean to, it just happened over time... and I didn’t realize what a monster I was until... I was being killed by you and Herm-1.”
“Hilarious,” moaned Spike, shivering as he continued to lap.
“Spike, your Twilight is still here,” Twilight begged desperately, “Even if you hate me, surely you don’t want her to be tormented like that?”
“Maybe,” chuckled Spike, “Or maybe that just turns me on more. Like you’ve always said, the more innocent the victim, the hotter the torture is.” He smirked as Twilight looked at him, “You taught me well, now you’re going to reap the rewards of that.”
“But,” Twilight gagged, “I... begged... like you...”
“Don’t care,” Spike grinned wickedly, “I’m making sure you’re alive when Celestia arrives, then I’m going to come back and fuck your preserved and conscious cadaver every time I’m in Canterlot. That’ll be way hotter than fucking Derpy’s every time I’m there.”
Twilight opened her muzzle to beg more, but Spike was done with her, allowing the blood to pool in her muzzle, too weak to even turn her head and let it flow out, slowly suffocating on her own blood. It was worse than that though because, as an alicorn, she could survive even without air for a tremendously long time. Twilight’s natural healing factor was stifled thanks to the horn restraint, but even with that, as long as her brain wasn’t destroyed, it would literally take over a month to finish asphyxiating, no doubt Celestia would have her by then.
Twilight was broken, both literally and figuratively, staring upward with glassy eyes and making no attempt to spit out the blood that was now overflowing her maw, each attempt at breathing only serving to fill her lungs with blood as well. Herm-1 was being careful not to pierce her lungs entirely, knowing that if they were destroyed, her body wouldn’t keep trying to breathe and she’d not get to experience the fun of breathing her own blood.
Spike savored that wonderfully whipped expression, leaning down to lick her face, her eye not even twitching as his tongue ran over the bare open surface. She didn’t even blink as blood splattered from her maw and into her eyes.
“That’s what I wanted to see,” moaned Spike, “Pure abject horror, like you’ve never felt before, and I put it there. I’ll sleep well, possibly cum myself to sleep, knowing that your torture will never end.” He slowly licked her face again, “And if the rape monster here succeeds in murdering the other princesses, it’ll put ME in charge. I’ll put your corpse at the gate of Canterlot as a monument to your failure, and require anyone that wants to enter or leave to fuck you. You might go weeks without a single hole being devoid of cock.”
It was maddening to lay there, listening to Spike as her internal organs were literally blendered by Herm-1’s dual shafts, which writhed about as if to mix her insides up well. She’d never been this helpless or this afraid, her whole life suddenly seeming insignificant by comparison. She’d live many times her short lifespan during her torment, until she likely forgot who she even was. All she’d know is that everyone wanted her to suffer.
Herm-1 squealed like it never had as it finally blew its load into Twilight’s body. It let Twilight lay back on the floor more, lifting up her hindquarters to piledrive its thick cocks into her torn butchered holes. It shook violently as it exploded within her, her gut swelling up more than ever as her whole body expanded, vomiting a geyser of cum and blood even as her belly exploded in gore. Every time Twilight believed that she had felt the most horrifying pain ever, she was proven wrong.
As it yanked its pulsing shafts free of Twilight, allowing more fuck goo to pour from her destroyed holes, it turned to Spike, sharing a moment with him as they kissed deeply and passionately. They playfully rubbed their still solid cocks against each other, Herm-1’s coiling against Spike’s to literally masturbate him with its own cock.
Then then both turned to her and sighed lustfully, each allowing two streams of urine to pour out over Twilight's body. Her gaping chest was turned into a soup bowl of cum, gore, and piss, swirling with yellow, red, and white before it finally overflowed. It sprayed over her face as well, pooling in her muzzle and even against her wide-open eyes.
Twilight no longer cared what they did to her, barely able to even see them beyond the swirling torment filling her. All she could think about was that this was the beginning of her own personal Hell, yet Tartarus would be jealous at such torture. All her great deeds had led her to a dead end of eternal torment.
Herm-1 didn’t want to see Twilight left out, so its horn lit up brightly, energy arcing from its horn to Twilight’s body once more. Specifically, to her clit and nipples, what was left of them anyway, shocking them violently. Her body convulsed as she got one more layer of agony atop the others, thrashing about as her body was forced to orgasm.
She climaxed hard, though very little of what resulted was cum, most of it just more blood pouring out of her gaping wound of a cunt, breasts practically bursting in a wave of gore.
“That’s it, SUFFER,” groaned Spike, “I will NEVER tire of seeing you like this, not years from now, not even centuries from now.”
As for Herm-1, it took one more look at Spike, pointing to him then to Twilight, as if telling Spike that she was all his. It then turned to the exit, unlatching the lab door and slithering out, still covered in the gore of its parents and its creator.
“Right, you probably don’t want to be around when Celestia finds us,” panted Spike, “Or maybe you want to be able to jump out at her properly. I’ll follow your lead whatever it is.” He then looked back at Twilight, “But first... I think you’ve been neglecting your own faithful student. Starlight probably hasn’t even seen you in weeks, maybe it’s time she got a refund for all her time that you’ve wasted.”
Twilight blinked, as if just now remembering she had a student herself. Oh yeah, she had sort of been neglecting Starlight... and wondered what she was up to... aside from constantly dyking out with Trixie, at least.
“You know what else?” chuckled Spike, “Herm-1 needs a better uncreative name, especially since you won’t ever get to Herm-2. How about Rape Monster? Or Monster for short?”
14. Starlight Graduates From Training
“Where’s Twilight?” Trixie asked, taking a look around the map room.
“Who cares?” snorted Starlight, lounging in Twilight’s throne, “The bitch never talks to me or gives me lessons anymore. Sometimes I think she’s forgotten me, not that it matters. The only time I ever see her is if she’s on her way from whatever secret place she stays in to the foal-fucking room during ‘Twilight Time’.”
“So wait,” Trixie hmmed, crawling up into Starlight’s lap, facing her, and grasping her hind legs around Starlight’s hips, “The rumors about her being a foalaphile are true? Trixie is disturbed.”
“I’d just kill her if I thought I could pull it off,” Starlight sighed, but pulled Trixie closer to began grinding their cunts together. Twilight’s throne already had a cunt-honey stain in the seat from how often they did this.
“Now you can!” Spike’s voice came from the entrance, sounding like some kind of product placement.
Spike grinned as he walked into the room, covered in blood and assorted organs. He also had his dicks out, both throbbing hard and bouncing in front of him.
“What do you want Spike?” Starlight rolled her eyes, but didn’t cease grinding against Trixie, “Yes I see you still have two cocks, no I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t swing that way, faggot.”
“Spike has two dicks?” asked Trixie, “Trixie is double disgusted.”
“Two dicks that both your dyke cunts are about to consent to,” winked Spike.
“And why would we do that, Spike?” sighed Starlight, sounding bored and trying to focus more on Trixie
“How about this,” said Spike, “I’ll give you the opportunity to rape Twilight to death, so long as you let Celestia lock her soul inside to make her a sex doll. In exchange, you’ll not only both make me your first cock atop the table there right now, but you’ll fuck any stallion that wants your dyke cunt, and never take foal control. Then whenever you get pregnant, I get to fuck and eat the foal before it’s a day old.”
“If you can pull that off,” said Trixie, leaning in to kiss Starlight deeply before continuing, “Trixie’s Great and Powerful Pussy would be clenching dragon cock in no time. But it’s a moot point.”
“Yeah sure Spike,” said Starlight, “Leave us the fuck alone. Go help Twilight do whatever the fuck she does down there.”
“She doesn’t do anything down there anymore,” grinned Spike, then stepped back out of the throne room door.
When he came back, he was dragging a stretcher with Twilight upon it. She lay on her back, body shivering violently and occasionally convulsing in pain, eyes streaming water and blood drooling down the side of her muzzle where it had pooled and overflowed. Not to mention the fact that her belly was split open via cumplosion and her rear entries were extremely used.
The two mares stared in shock as Spike dragged her to the map and rolled her up onto it. Some of her guts fell out in the process, but he scooped them up and tossed them back into her chest cavity. As she was rolled, the blood was poured from her muzzle, giving her the ability to speak for just a bit.
“Kill me,” Twilight groaned.
“Don’t,” Spike chuckled, “I mean yeah, but we don’t want to completely kill her so that Celestia can turn her into a fuck doll, which she’s gonna do when she gets here thanks to the shit Twilight pulled.”
“Well,” blinked Starlight, “Guess who’s about to try cock for the first time?”
“Trixie guesses herself,” Trixie blinked as well, ceasing their grinding for just a moment. “It seems Trixie’s Great and Powerful Pussy is Spike’s for the fucking?”
“That’s right you nasty carpet-munchers, you’re my personal foal factories now, like females should be,” Spike grinned as he pulled himself up onto the table, “I’m about to show you lesbos what those holes of yours are REALLY for.” His grin only got wider, “Climb up and get a little make-out session going with her; we don’t start the fun stuff until both your dyke cunts are dripping with my sperm.”
“One question first,” Starlight peered at Spike.
“Yeah, what is it, muff diver,” grunted Spike.
“When coming up with this plan, did you account for the fact that I’m the most powerful unicorn in Equestria?” asked Starlight, “And that if you pissed me off, there’s no one here to stop me from turning you inside out.”
“No,” Spike admitted, realizing that he had made a slight miscalculation, “No, I did not think of that. Sorta got excited about finally getting to bone you two.”
“Trixie should also point out,” said Trixie, “It’s not like we’ve never had a dick in us. Starlight’s very good at gender-shifting.”
“Yeah,” chuckled Starlight, “It’s less the cock itself that bothers us and more the brains that typically come with them.”
“Yeah I guess my brain is an example of that,” Spike admitted.
“Trixie is glad we could come to an understanding,” Trixie nodded.
Starlight picked up Spike with her magic, casually placing him in his little throne, where she tied him up with rope that seemed to poof out of nowhere. Spike shifted his eyes about. Fuck; all he could do now is to hope that Monster found them before they had killed him.
“Stay there while the grown-ups have fun,” said Starlight, “We’ll get to you after.”
Starlight’s horn glowed again, this time to warp both her and Trixie’s body to add an extra set of matching equipment. Perhaps as a way of mocking Spike, they were very draconic cocks, and slightly prehensile, but mostly just throbbing and huge: much bigger than Spikes baby cocks. The spell didn’t hurt more than a dull ache, since unlike Twilight, Starlight didn’t intentionally make the spell hurt.
Starlight did make it hurt, however, when she fixed up Twilight just a bit. She kept the alicorn’s gut open and limbs gone, but fixed up her pussy and ass enough that they’d be nice and tight for them, intentionally forming the tunnels to have ‘pain-only’ nerve endings. She’d actually put a lot of thought into this and come up with spells specifically to use on Twilight if she ever got to kill her.
Both Starlight and Trixie crawled up onto the table, map shimmering further with their movements through it, cocks dragging beneath them. They both kissed Twilight deeply, suckling the blood from her muzzle together, then licking tears from her face to leave red streaks across both cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I ignored you,” Twilight whispered when her mouth was emptied.
“I’m not,” chuckled Starlight, “I’ve been biding my time looking for a way to kill you since I got here, and finally here it is...we’ll kill you, then we’ll kill all your friends just for the hell of it.”
“We should murder the whore-unicorn while Spike watches,” Trixie helpfully suggested.
“Wait what!?” Spike blurted out before Starlight casually gagged him with another strand of thick rope.
“And her little sister,” Starlight agreed. Starlight wasn’t especially into fucking foals, but that didn’t mean that hearing them sob as they died wasn’t hot.
“This brings back memories for Trixie,” Trixie said as her throbbing shaft slid over Twilight’s pussy, “Trixie raped Twilight and her friends many times when Trixie had the alicorn amulet.”
“As did I when I had their cutie marks,” smirked Starlight, her own poking at Twilight’s asshole.
“We have so much in common,” nodded Trixie.
They snuggled the divine fuck-pillow between them, turning her hips about so that they could both slide inside. Trixie shivered as she felt her foe’s pussy clench her instinctively, enjoying the sticky sliding of flesh on flesh, forcing her way to Twilight’s cervix before slamming into it repeatedly to push her way into Twilight’s womb. Starlight groaned as Twilight’s tight tail hole gripped her as well, forcing it against the fairly dry surface but not minding a bit of chafing if it meant more pain for Twilight.
Twilight’s eyes went large when she felt nothing but agony from the thick shafts, feeling as if they had rammed a blender in each hole as they started thrusting. Twilight didn’t want to give them anymore pleasure, but was beyond stopping herself as she sobbed bitterly, gagging up blood every few seconds as her tormentors took turns making out with her.
The two pushed in at the same time, Twilight’s body expanding with each stroke. Trixie’s shaft could be seen through the hole in Twilight’s gut, the tunnel visibly expanding before she pushed through into her womb, then out the back wall and into the gut properly. Starlight’s did the same, poking through the intestinal wall and pushing visibly through the rest of the thick noodle strands.
Both doubled over, a bit of magical assistance from Starlight allowing them to go far enough to each slurp the other. Starlight suckled Trixie’s tip as it poked from the back of Twilight’s womb, while Trixie got her head tangled in Twilight’s internals while scarfing down Starlight’s cock. Both raised their tails so Spike could watch their bouncing balls and drenched slits that he’d never get to feel.
“Finally this bitch gets what she deserves,” Starlight groaned between slurps at Trixie’s dick, “I have never had this much fun killing someone!”
“Trixie agrees,” said Trixie, “Not even killing ponies on stage is this much fun. Unless we were killing Twilight on stage, but Trixie doesn’t want to wait and risk one of the few friends she has left dragging her off.”
“As if this bitch has friends,” chuckled Starlight.
Trixie and Starlight kissed once more as they came together, their cum turning Twilight’s chest cavity into soup once again, combining with the blood, cum, and piss that were already there, and a lot of other things as well; it was hard to tell what kind of disgusting things had found themselves into the soup.
This didn’t stop Trixie and Starlight from pulling her open a bit more, scooping out mouthfuls with their magic as they eagerly ate the soup, Starlight stirring it with her own magic to keep it nice and mixed up. They began to outright rip her organs out one at a time, covered in the delicious syrup. They yanked her womb out from around Trixie’s shaft, both gnawing on it from different sides before tearing it in half and gnawing it down. They then pulled out a long strand of intestines, taking a moment to romantically eat it from both ends until their muzzles came together in a kiss.
Twilight watched during all of this, but all she could do was stare, so weak she couldn’t move or even try to speak, or cough up the fluid bubbling over her muzzle. All she was capable of now was watching and hurting.
Spike was having a good time watching this despite being probably about to die, but he got even more hope when he looked up to see Monster trotting into the throne room, a grin on its face as it approached the distracted mares. Spike began to laugh through his gag, drawing Starlight and Trixie’s attention away from their soon-to-be assailant in the process.
Spike tried to motion for it to take Starlight first, but it didn’t need the help. It could easily detect who was the most powerful, and targeted Starlight as it leaped up onto the table. Starlight barely had time to realize that something else was there before it grabbed her head, biting down on her horn and twisting, ridiculously sharp fangs cracking slightly, but it managed still to split her horn in half and send the top half flying across the room. The monster cackled, its broken teeth growing back almost immediately. Starlight, in contrast, was only able to shriek at the sudden attack and the convulse against her lover and enemy as the pain of the horn trauma ripped through her.
Trixie took one look at this and ran, yanking her dick out of Twilight to let soup pour out onto the table, then galloping off as her dick flopped beneath her. She ran in place for a few moments after she was picked up by Monster’s magic and dragged back, being placed right beside Starlight again.
Neither had much time to scream before their muzzles were forced open and each got a muzzle full of fast monster cock, so thick at this point that they felt like their jaws would break, necks bulging grotesquely at the girth. Beneath them, Twilight just smiled, still trembling with agony herself, but a bit more happy knowing that they were going to die too.
Spike found his bonds untangled, practically squealing in delight as he ran up behind the two. Monster helped for a moment, turning Trixie over onto her back atop Twilight, Twilight’s ribs digging into her back, with Starlight placed neatly atop her. Even as it continued ramming their throat, Spike bounced up behind them and grasp those beautiful plots, immediately ramming his own shafts against their pussies as they were pressed together.
“Well look who gets some dyke cunt after all!” Spike laughed, still under the mistaken impression that Monster was doing this to save him, “Guess you should have taken the deal like good little foal factories, huh? Well, I have a new deal now, where I fuck your corpses every day until you literally break apart in my claws from rot.”
Spike wasted no time before pushing a cock into each sopping wet hole, groaning at the feel of two pussies taking their first ‘real’ cock clenching down on them. Now he was glad they didn’t take his deal; he was looking forward to what Monster would do to them. It was going to be so awesome to have a friend that could murder anyone he didn’t like. Every pony, stallion, mare, or foal, would be his for the fucking anywhere and anytime he wanted or else. Finally he’d get some real respect!
Starlight clenched her face in anger to match the terror and pain already there when she felt the dragon popping his ridges into her one at a time, slamming her cervix before beginning to buck with powerful thrusts, at least for his size. She tried not to clench her pussy too, but it operated a bit on its own in her current panicked state, and the horrible pain in her head was quite distracting.
Trixie gagged on Monster’s cock as well, her jaw breaking first and hanging loosely as Monster pushed deeper, turning her head up and ramming her convulsing throat directly. She didn’t mind Spike’s cock in her cooch quite so much, at least until he reached his claws down and clenched their ball sacks, at which point both she and Starlight gave Monster a dick massage with their attempts to scream.
Spike squeezed them hard, claws digging in, popping into the flesh as if he was driving nails into their nuts. He yanked and twisted, and it took him a few minutes, but eventually tore them both free, pushing one and then the other into his muzzle to gnaw on them, feeling like rotten grapefruits but tasting delicious, blood and unreleased spunk filling his maw.
He didn’t stop there, reaching for Starlight’s dick first and shredding it with his claws, feeling the blood pour over his claws as he wrenched it free as well, chewing it down like a bit wet noodle as he ripped Trixie’s free as well to do the same.
As he enjoyed the convulsions of the ponies beneath him, and around his cocks, he leaned forward to share Trixie’s cock with Monster. It bit the other end and ripped into it, ending in a deep kiss. It was at this point that Spike went over the edge, giving both pussies a nice hosing of dragon sperm all over their insides, and looking forward to doing it more when they were cold.
Monster grabbed Spike’s balls in its magic, massaging them gently and then squeezing them slowly as if helping the dragon get off. Spike grinned wider, thinking of all the ponies and everything else he and his new ‘mate’ were going to rape and murder together.
“Oh I could get used to this,” panted Spike, “First we’ll take out the Crusaders and Fluttershy because they’re annoying cunts, and then Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie just because getting them to really sob would be so hot. I think just snuffing a pony for the fuck of it like that will feel even better. Then the princesses… by the end of the weak I’ll have my own corpse-hoard to sleep on.”
Monster went off as well, though it had other plans than Spike. It grabbed hold of Spike’s long tongue suddenly, twisting and ripping it out by the roots, leaving a stunned Spike squealing as blood drooled down his jaws. It also crushed his balls with its magic until they turned black and blue, and literally popped within his sack, then leaving them hanging so he’d continue to feel the pain.
He realized what was about to happen and pulled free of the two mares to try and make a run for it, hoping a magic existed that could fix his poor balls, but it worked for him exactly as much as it’d worked for Trixie.
As Monster was filling Starlight and Trixie’s stomachs to the point of explosion, it grasped Spike’s cocks tightly in its magic. Keeping the bases gripped so they’d stay hard, it twisted them, grinning at Spike’s screams as they finally ripped free. Spike was dropped onto the table next to them, at which points his own cocks were driven into him from either end.
Spike’s attempts to beg for mercy were cut off by his cock that rammed down his throat, unable to pull it free with his claws though he tore his own face up further in the attempt. The other was rammed into his unlubricated ass after Monster had cleaned it of its own slickness. Spike felt stabs of pain pushing up through his bottom, though nothing compared to the canopy of torment that crashed down on him due to his emasculation. He could still feel the pain in his detached cocks, and definitely wasn’t getting any pleasure from either side of fucking himself.
Monster pulled its shafts back from the two mares, flipping them over on the table again so it could get to their other ends. It went for the holes that hadn’t been used yet, pushing into each of their assholes, stretching them out violently as it stabbed them, flesh tearing and blood pouring out after a single thrust, then forcing its way right up into their gut on the second thrust before beginning long bloody strokes.
“What the fuck is this thing?” Starlight shrieked when she was finally able to speak, then added an extra, “FUCK YOU Spike!” for good measure, happy that at least he was being murdered with her.
“Trixie thinks we can talk this out?” Trixie looked back at Monster, but got no reply other than continued stabbing into her tormented asshole.
Twilight meanwhile just looked at them with an odd smile on her face, letting blood drool out of her maw, the soup in her gut going still and starting to slowly dry, making it stickier still. This was amazing, and Twilight was certain that this thing would kill Celestia and Luna now. It was going to kill everyone and everything, and that was a beautiful thought. Not only would these bitches die with Twilight; all of Equestria would.
Spike felt his shafts go deeper, muzzle forced close and asshole clenched shut as they disappeared entirely from the outside, abut kept thrusting away inside of him. They just kept working deeper, the one winding up through his intestinal tract, the other pushing down into his stomach and down into his guts as well. When the two meet somewhere inside him, they had barely touched before twisting and wrenching themselves out of the tubing, then crawling around inside him fucking every organ they could. Spike’s eyes rolled back as his body exploded in pain and blood poured from every orifice, body bloating up with massive internal bleeding.
The result was Spike’s internals being chopped up and blended without the need for slicing him open. Even as he felt one fucking his exploding heart, another rammed its way right up into his head, breaking into his skull and fucking his brain into slush. His body jerked to a stop, and was then casually tossed into a corner.
Monster cackled as it tossed him, then blasted its load into Starlight and Trixie. They both vomited cum and blood, more cum and guts pouring out of their pussies, not to mention the gaping wounds where their futa-cocks had been moments before. It yanked free, then used its magic to take hold of both of their hearts, ripping them free and dragging them all the way down through their bodies and out through their gaping assholes. It bit down on them both together, allowing both Starlight and Trixie to watch in their last moments as they sank into oblivion.
It turned to Twilight, locking eyes with her, and Twilight just gagged a few times trying to chuckle. She was glad she was about to get killed before Celestia got to her.
Unfortunately, the creature then turned and galloped off, leaving Twilight there still alive. Twilight summoned up the last of her strength, pawing her hooves at it as it fled, leaving her to her fate.
Sure enough, minutes after it had left, the doors to the throne room opened again.
“Well that’s disappointing,” sighed Celestia, “Somepony got to her before we did.”
“Don’t worry, sister,” said Luna, “We still have the sea pony queen to finish off.”
The two walked slowly to the map, checking all corpses involved for life signs. Luckily for Starlight, Trixie, and Spike, they were far too dead for Celestia to bring back. Twilight was less fortunate.
“Do you know what happens now, lest faithful student?” Celestia asked with a sweet smile.
Twilight weakly nodded.
“We should keep her as a fuck pillow,” Luna suggested.
“Probably best,” agreed Celestia.
Twilight felt magic infused in her body, which healed up once again, this time sealing up her chest as well, though her internals remained blended and mixed with urine and spunk. Celestia only fixed the holes necessary to fuck her.
Twilight felt herself go numb briefly, then her whole world exploded in pain once again as Celestia locked her soul inside her body. Celestia grasped her head, twisting it hard and snapping it off like a doll’s head, but the spell kept Twilight feeling both her head and torso even separated.
Celestia leaned over to her sister, exchanging a deep kiss with Luna, since wasn’t surprising since they weren’t exactly secretive about their royal incest. Then Celestia took Twilight’s head for herself while Luna grabbed the torso.
“Why is it that every alicorn in Equestria has tried to take over at least once?” asked Celestia.
“Because you’re a heartless tyrant, sister,” Luna reminded her.
“Oh yeah,” Celestia chuckled.
Celestia looked down at Twilight’s still-magically-conscious head and grinned as she pushed a cock of her own up into the neck hole. Celestia had apparently been intending to use it since she already had one when she walked in, or maybe it was just left over from raping sea ponies earlier. Either way, she purred as she pushed it all the way up through Twilight’s head, holding her muzzle closed to rub at her tip as it was pushed out and in repeatedly.
Luna, meanwhile, mounted Twilight’s torso, fucking that neck stump as well, pulling her so that the neck was at the edge of the table and beginning to thrust violently into it while enjoying a nice lick at Twilight’s nethers, though Twilight’s bits were still reversed pleasure-wise, so all it did was send more stabs of pain through her with every lap. The table began to rock, jostling about the other corpses on it as Luna plowed Twilight.
“This works out well in a way,” commented Celestia, “We can blame Twilight for our more extreme recent war crimes.”
“That is not an entirely stupid suggestion,” agreed Luna. “I am impressed you thought of it.”
Celestia turned Twilight’s head toward Luna as she came, and Luna sat up and opened her maw wide. She lapped her tongue about as her sister’s sperm shot through Twilight and into her muzzle, guzzling as much of the sticky goodness as she could. Soon after Luna blasted her own load into Twilight’s body, shivering as she pulled free.
“Maybe we can enjoy these corpses for a bit before going back to Canterlot,” suggested Celestia, “It’s not like Novo is going anywhere.”
15. Button Mash Mines At Night
“Gotcha!” Applebloom said, tackling poor Button Mash, the three having just slammed through his door. He landed on his back, looking up in terror at Applebloom’s eyes.
“We’ll teach you to burn down my house on the Minecraft server!” Sweetie warned as she came into the door after Applebloom. “I spent like two hours building that thing!”
“Yeah, time to die you limp-dicked little shit!” Scootaloo agreed.
“I didn’t burn it down! Honest!” Button Mash screamed. “I haven’t been on your server in like a week! I’ve been busy with the Skyrim prostitution mod!”
“Um, what is going on in here?” Sopping Wet, Button’s mom, asked as she calmly walked into their front room, closing the door back before one of these adorable foals got sick from the chilly air outside. True to her name, her thighs were visibly wet with fluid drooling from her slit, as they always were.
“Oh, hey Ms Wet,” Applebloom waved, still atop Button, pinning him down, straddling him, and very obviously grinding her underage cunt against his quickly firming colt dick, “We’re gonna kill yer son fer fuckin’ with Sweetie’s stuff.”
“Oh, I see,” Sopping said, “Well if you’re going to make a bloody mess, please either take him outside to murder him or at least clean up after yourselves.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll clean up, Ms Wet,” Sweetie promised.
“Mom!” Button shrieked.
“Sorry sweetie,” said Sopping, “But the fact is, funds are tight right now, and this will make one less mouth to feed… I’m afraid you being amazing in the sack will only get you so far; you’re getting a bit old for Mommy’s foalaphilic tastes anyway… actually, do you girls mind if I watch you murder my son?”
“Nah, go ahead and watch,” Scootaloo offered, “It’s your house after all! Masturbate to it if you want!”
“Thank you, dears,” Sopping nodded, “Wait a moment if you would though, let me just get some popcorn and some video recorders. I usually record the death of my foals so I can sell them to Photo Finish; foal-snuff videos go for a lot.”
“Can we have a cut?” Scootaloo asked.
“No, your payment is getting to rid me of my worthless son, orphan slut,” Sopping reminding Scootaloo of her inferior status as she calmly walked over to their little oven, finding a bag of popcorn and popping it inside, “This shouldn’t take long… did you need me to get you any strap-ons?”
“Nah, we brought futa potions,” Applebloom said, still pinning down Button Mash.
“But Mom, I don’t wanna die!” Button complained, with a tone more like he was being sent to bed early than being killed. He was throbbing hard against her warm slit, but otherwise just staring at his mother in shock.
“Now Button,” Sopping said firmly, as she walked to the next room to get several cameras, as well as what looked like a stuffed toy, “What have I told you about being polite to house guests? We have to be gracious host to the pint-sized psychos.” She then looked at Applebloom, “That’s good; I don’t think Button has ever been fucked up his tailhole, and I’d hate for him to die a virgin like his one sister did… um… oh I forget her name. Anyway seriously, it’s SHAMEFUL how little Button fags around for his age. I don’t think he’s ever even sucked another colt’s dick.”
“Wow, what a piece of shit,” Scootaloo nodded.
“Mom!” Button wasn’t letting it go.
“Button Mash!” Sopping looked angry now, even as she set up cameras in various positions to get plenty of good angles, “I’ve allowed you to live longer than any of your siblings; you’re almost ten now! Do you know how much money I could have gotten for your snuff video several years ago? I’m just… very disappointed at how ungrateful you are being. Is this the son I raised?”
“Sorry, Mom,” sighed Button. “I’ll let ‘em kill me.”
“That’s a good colt,” nodded Sopping approvingly. “Scream and sob nicely for Mommy when the agony starts.”
“I get his game systems!” said Sweetie, then turned to Sopping again, “Don’t worry Ms. Wet; we’ll make sure it hurts.”
“You better!” winked Sopping as she pulled the finished popcorn out of the oven, motioning for them to get started, “Feel free to use anything you find in the kitchen, but like I said… don’t make any mess that you don’t want to clean up.”
Sopping opened the bag of popcorn, sitting on her haunches, holding it with one front hoof as the other held yet another camera. The ‘stuffed toy’ she had brought was actually a stuffed former son, no more than six years old when he died, though probably at least twice that age now, with an eternally erect dick and a horrified look on his face. She plopped him on the floor and straddled him, pushing his little cock up inside her and slowly rolling him in and out of her as she filmed.
“So fuck ‘im first?” Applebloom asked her friends.
“I’m all for it!” smiled Scootaloo.
“I should be the first inside his ass,” reasoned Sweetie, “Since he’s my fake-coltfriend.”
“Fake?” Button whined.
“Oh come on, Button,” Sweetie giggled, “You don’t really think I’d seriously date a disgusting mud-pony, do you?” She looked at the others, “Except you of course, Applebloom, you’re my token earth pony fillyfriend so I can say that I’m not racist… so who gets his dick first?”
“Calling it!” Applebloom and Scootaloo said at the exact same time.
“Hmm...” Sweetie said, then looked at Sopping, “Did you hear who was first?”
“Applebloom did, dear,” Sopping said, though only because she hated orphans and was angry that the orphanage didn’t allow her to purchase some for her filly-guide-snuff party.
“Can’t you at least fuck me, Mom?” Button whined.
“Sweetheart, we fuck all the time, and Celestia knows Photo Finish already has enough lewd videos of me and you,” Sopping said, scolding, “I’ll fuck you after for some foal necro vids, but for now give these nice little fillies a turn at your adorable cock.”
“By adorable, she means tiny,” Sweetie made sure Button understood, which earned a sniffle from the colt, lip quivering.
Though honestly he was a good size for his age, Button hadn’t seen enough erections to compare himself to. Applebloom licked her lips, and his, as he pulsed against her and continued her grinding, forming a puddle of her cunt honey on his belly at this point.
Scootaloo straddled his face, sitting her own drooling snatch against his muzzle, while Sweetie used her magic to lift his rump off the floor, lifting Applebloom with him. She chugged a futa potion, clenched her teeth as it took effect, then slid up behind Applebloom, kissing her gently and moving her new dick to push against Button’s asshole. Sopping moved over slightly to get a better view.
As they moved about, Sopping quirked her ears as she saw somepony at the window next to her. She turned to look, and her eyes met with Fluttershy’s whose own eyes went wide. Sopping quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh um… hi,” whispered Fluttershy so the distracted foals didn’t hear her.
“Ah, I remember you,” Sopping whispered quietly back, “You’re Twilight’s fuck-toy, the mare that wants to slaughter the Crusader brats… would you mind waiting until they finish off my son off?”
“Of course, Ms Sopping,” nodded Fluttershy, the kindest psychopath ever, appreciating that Sopping called her Twilight’s toy, “It’s the least I can do for you letting me watch him die horribly.” Fluttershy had already started rubbing herself to the show.
Sopping pulled the curtain over a bit to better hide Fluttershy as she watched, then turned back to watch as well, even setting the popcorn on the window sill so that Fluttershy could share. Nothing like watching free live foal-snuff-porn with a friend.
“Now be a polite host and lick out her cunt good,” Sopping reminded Button. It was pretty sad that a colt had to be told to start licking when a filly sat on his face.
“Yes, Mom,” sighed Button, somewhat muffled by the cunt now pressing against his muzzle.
Button grunted as his cock popped into Applebloom, the familiar grip sliding down his length and clenching him, and started to push his hips upward as she started to bounce. That part he liked at least, and Scootaloo’s cunt didn’t taste half-bad either, so he reached up his forelegs to grasp her plot and began licking deeply, rubbing his nose against her clit.
Sweetie’s part he appreciated less. The unicorn barely slicked up her shaft with magic before ramming it in, causing Button to squeal against Scootacunt, his movements becoming erratic as his virgin ass got the plowing it should have years ago. Sweetie purred at the feel of his asshole convulsing, something only a good ass-rape could provide her cock.
“Say Ms. Wet,” grunted Applebloom as she continued to bounce, belly slapping wetly against Button’s, “You kill a lotta ponies, right? Got any idea fer how we might could trap and kill Fluttershy?”
Sopping smirked at Fluttershy discreetly, but went along with it. “Why don’t you trick her into killing somepony else.” she suggested, “Then after she’s tired from a nice hot raping of her victim, jump her, restrain her, then kill her however you please.”
“That’s a good idea,” Scootaloo commented.
Scootaloo gulped a futa potion herself, shivering at the pain of change, but allowing her fresh cock to expand right into Button’s throat, the colt gagging as it grew down into his neck, visibly bulging it before she began to ram herself violently into him. She leaned forward, giving first Applebloom and then Sweetie a deep kiss, all their adorable little bodies gang-banging the inferiorly-gendered foal beneath them.
“Mmmph,” Applebloom panted, feeling Button’s shaft throb more as his ass and throat were pounded, “Uh, Ms. Wet, ya mentioned kitchen stuff, what kinda stuff do ya have?”
“Hm,” Sopping considered, “Well average kitchen things I guess? Knives, silverware, a cheese grater, can openers, ice cream...”
“Get the cheese grater!” grinned Sweetie between grunts as she nailed his ass harder, balls slapping wetly against him as juice drooled over it from Applebloom’s soggy cunt, “I’m gonna grind his dick off with it!”
“Mmmph?” Button said, but couldn’t say much more with the dick down his throat, much less since Scootaloo had her hooves bearing down on his throat, his face blue from lack of air.
“Hey, cripple,” Sopping warned Scootaloo, though in the sweetest of voices, “Don’t choke him to death before he’s properly suffered. I’m letting you murder my foal, so have the decency to do it right.”
“Yeah why ya gotta be such an orphan, Scootaloo?” Applebloom smirked at Scootaloo.
“It’s cause Celestia murdered her family,” reminded Sweetie.
“Oh right,” nodded Applebloom. “She murdered some of mine too, but ah had more family to spare, ah guess.”
“I’m sure it was this stupid little whore’s fault that her family is dead,” commented Sopping.
“Can we stop the fucking heckling?!” Scootaloo groaned. “Besides it’s not going to piss me off, I never even knew the assholes.”
“Ah, good point,” sighed Sopping, disappointed, then went back to rubbing herself off and put more popcorn in her maw. She’d have to find some fresher orphans to demean later after she was done watching her son’s hot death. Maybe she could snatch one from the orphanage playground to kill; it was getting harder to do that now since they’d started watching for her.
“Ya like that ya worthless little shit?” Applebloom moaned as Button began to cry, shivering as she approached her climax, “With this dick, it’s no wonder why yer Mom wants ya dead.”
Despite his weeping, Button also came hard in Bloom’s country-bumpkin cunt and had a hard time stopping, convulsing as he hosed down her walls and pumped her little womb full, overflowing and drooling down to lubricate Sweetie’s bloody cock in his ass, though mostly just making it burn. Sweetie shivered and went off as well, hugging Applebloom so hard that she turned a bit blue, and Scootaloo was soon after, holding Button’s muzzle shut until he gagged and cum shot out his nose.
Applebloom popped, though more from the sight of Button convulsing and gagging than the feel of his cock; even if he was big for his age, Applebloom was regularly fucked by her big brother, so colt dick wasn’t ever exactly enough to sate her by itself.
“Here you go dears,” Sopping was very nice, sliding over some cheese graters as had been suggested, as well as a bottle of vinegar and bag of salt just because. One was a flat grater, while the other was a small thin one that looked quite conveniently fitting for his freshly-devirginized asshole. Sopping licked her lips as she continued to film, “That’s it, Button. The only reason I popped you out of my hot cunt was so that I could watch you die in agony one day. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. This is going to make 16 notches on my bed post so far, so to speak. Maybe I’ll kill one or two of your younger siblings afterward, I feel like I’m on a roll.”
Button gagged again as the three fillies finally withdrew. Sweetie took the narrow cheese grater, pouring vinegar over it before dipping it into the salt, while Applebloom grabbed hold of the flat one, which she did the same with. Scootaloo was happy with holding Button, sitting on her haunches and holding his forelegs behind his back with her legs wrapped around his hips, ready to enjoy the feeling of him squirming in agony against her.
Sopping creamed herself, all over the dead son whose corpse-cock she was riding, groaning as she soaked his soft fur in her juice. Fluttershy was eyeing her from the window, so Sopping made sure the Crusaders weren’t looking before she graciously, pushed the dead colt out the window for Fluttershy to play with.
Fluttershy squeaked as she slid down on it herself, mixing her cunt honey with Sopping’s that already coated the dead colt’s cock as she began to slowly ride, the gooey sound covered well enough by Button’s panicked gasped as he watched them prepare the implements of his castration. Sopping then sat up on the window sill, tilting her rump back so that Fluttershy could lap at her cunt, suckling at the unusually delicious slit like a tit.
“We can talk this out!” Button begged.
“Yep, we sure can,” Sweetie agreed, “Us moaning and you screaming!”
Button squealed like a five-year-old filly-guide being raped with… well a cheese grater, as Sweetie rammed the one she had deep into his freshly fucked asshole. Button’s eyes just about bulged out of his head as he felt it chew at his sensitive flesh, then let out a blood-curling scream when she began to thrust it. It was a beautiful scream, enough to get a moan from his eager mother.
Applebloom placed the flat grater on his cock, grinning smugly at him before dragging it down against him. As Sopping made sure one of the cameras got a close up of the agonizingly slow castration, Applebloom slid it back and forth, Button’s cries going up an octave as he sobbed and struggled. The first passes peeled at his flesh, blood pouring through the slices in the grate as she continued. His boner lost its firmness quickly, and was slowly cut into ribbons of flesh as each pass ground off more.
Applebloom slid it down to his balls too, letting them join in the fun. The loose flesh containing his nuts was torn into, then his balls were slowly sliced apart as well, blood and unused cum pouring down to his asshole where Sweetie continued to rape him with the other, bits of flesh torn out with each pass, little bits of gore gathering in a small pile on the floor.
Scootaloo purred behind him, licking the tears from his face and rubbing her pussy firmly into his plot as he struggled so wonderfully against her. It wasn’t long before she creamed herself against his back, but didn’t stop her hips rolling.
Sopping moaned loudly as she creamed herself so hard that the whole foursome was showered in her juice. There was nothing more arousing to her than watching one of her foals be brutally murdered; she had no idea how any parent could let their foals live to adulthood, passing up this amazing experience in the process.
As the squealing colts cock and balls had been ground nearly to nothing, only ribbons of bloody flesh gathered on the floor between his bucking hind legs, Sopping moved closer. She straddled his head herself, pushing her drenched slit against his face to give him one more taste of Mommy’s cunt honey, not that he was in any shape to enjoy it. She shivered, pussy still convulsing at the shivers running through her from his shrieks.
“Yes,” moaned Sopping, “I want you to die with your muzzle eye deep in the foal-factory that popped you out, squeal and squirm you little shit, make Mama proud.”
Sweetie continued to ram his ass, but pulled over a kitchen knife as well, reaching it beneath Sopping’s shapely ass and barely pushing against his neck.
“Admit you did it, and I’ll end it!” Sweetie growled.
“I did it!” Button squealed, though his words were muffled as his muzzle was pushed into the same pussy from where he had emerged, that whoever his daddy was had fucked him into. “I burned down your house I’m so sorry just make it end!”
Sweetie sliced the knife across his neck, making him break into delicious convulsions and gagging noises as he vomited blood into his mother’s snatch. Sopping groaned again, rubbing her breasts firmly so that her milk squirted out and splashed on Button’s face. She wanted him to know how much Mommy was enjoying his beautiful death. Scootaloo thought she’d lean forward and suckle, but that was headed off by a hoof slammed into her head by Sopping.
“I don’t want your nasty orphan mouth on my breasts, you little shit,” Sopping groaned.
As Button’s body twitched to a stop, his quick breaths ceasing forever, Sweetie and Applebloom pulled the graters away, and together leaned down to slurp up the remains of his cock, which was nothing but ground meat at this point. They slurped up the gory mess, kissing deeply to push it back and forth with their tongues before they swallowed.
“That’s it die you worthless fuck,” panted Sopping as her hips slowly stopped and she pulled away, a string of honey trailing between her pussy and her dead son’s face before it snapped. “You just made me a lot of money, but… I’m afraid I’m going to have to be a bit ungrateful.” Without warning, she sat back against Button’s corpse, pinning Scootaloo beneath him, pushing a front hoof against Sweetie and Applebloom’s backs to hold them still, “Come on in, Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy giggled, eating the last bit of popcorn, then crawling through the window, tossing the dead colt she had been fucking aside. She hurried over, clipping a collar around each of their little necks tightly, leashes connecting them which she tied to a collar on herself.
“I got you now, you little waifu thieves,” giggled Fluttershy.
“Wait what?” Scootaloo blinked as Sopping let her up, but none of them were going anywhere now.
“Can I have them clean up their mess first, Fluttershy dear?” asked Sopping as she cleaned off her own hooves enough not to track blood and then went to get a mop. “They did promise.”
“Oh fer fucks sake,” sighed Applebloom, “But how did ya know we were here?”
“Ha!” gloated Fluttershy, “Because that wasn’t Button on your Minecraft server, it was me! I burned down your house!” DUN DUN DUUUUUN.
“Huh,” Sweetie blinked, “Yeah, I thought FoalAndBeastFucker69 was an odd name for Button to use on the server.”
“Clean up your mess before you go to get murdered,” reminded Sopping as she dropped a mop, cleaning brushes, and a bucket of bleach next to them.
“Yes Ms Wet,” the fillies said together with a sigh. They had promised, so Scootaloo got the mop, cleaning up the excess blood, flesh, and cum on the floor, while the other two scrubbed the tile floor with brushes.”
“I’d rather you not kill them here,” Sopping said to Fluttershy, “As much as the little shits deserve to die on camera, I don’t want to risk the ire of Ponyville’s resident tyrant.”
“Oh it’s fine,” Fluttershy said, “I’ll take them home to murder them.”
“That’s so kind of you,” smiled Sopping, “I hope things work out better for you with… her… once your competition here is dead.” It was no secret what was going on, given how many times the fillies and Fluttershy had tried to kill each other now, even in public.
“You know these potions,” Sopping commented as she tossed the empty futa potions that had been used, “They really make stallions obsolete.”
“Oh yes,” nodded Fluttershy, “I’m glad you said that, because I’m making a petition that I’m going to send to Canterlot asking for a law to make giving birth to colts illegal. You want to sign it?”
“Oh I’d be happy to!” Sopping smiled.
“Great!” nodded Fluttershy, “Give me four… hm… six hours. I should be done by then, then come by and sign it.”
“I look forward to it!” Sopping nodded.
“We’re done now Ms Wet,” sighed Scootaloo as she dropped the brush back in the bleach bucket.
“I do appreciate it,” assured Sopping, “You three have fun during your agonizing deaths, okay?”
16. Sweetie Belle Wins A Bet
The Crusaders sat there on the ground in Fluttershy’s back yard, all three tied up securely. They weren’t gagged or unconscious, but they also weren’t talking at this point. They were very conscious, actually, as Fluttershy had just dosed them with a pain-enhancement potion to make sure that the senpai-stealing brats suffered as she murdered them.
“I got you sluts now,” grinned Fluttershy, already rubbing her pussy with one hoof in anticipation, “Rarity is busy fucking one of her colt toys; she won’t know I did this until I leave Sweetie’s cum coated corpse on her doorstep. Then as she’s screaming I’ll run out and slit the bitch’s throat and fuck the wound just for the fun of it! And Big Mac… he won’t be getting up and walking here anytime soon. And Scootaloo… oh right, your entire family is DEAD. So no problems there! Maybe I’ll dig some up and grind my wet pussy on their face though, just to be fair, then I’ll shove your corpse back inside your mother’s cadaver cunt and leave you there to rot inside her, like returning an unwanted package to sender!”
Fluttershy hitched a new leash to the collar on Sweetie’s neck, tying the leash to her own hoof so Sweetie wouldn’t run away. She licked her lips as she looked at Sweetie’s face, untying her slowly.
“Guess I’m… first,” Sweetie sighed, too fed up with this shit at this point to even cry.
“I guess she’s saving the best for last!” Scootaloo shot over at Applebloom.
“Which means she’ll be doin’ me last!” Applebloom shot back.
“Fuck you!” Scootaloo scoffed, “I bet you 300 bits she kills… oh wait. Well I bet you bragging rights she kills me last! I’m gonna gloat the whole time you’re biting it!”
“Yer on!” Applebloom humphed.
“Aw, so cute,” Fluttershy smiled as she pulled Sweetie against her, petting her mane, “Just the anticipation of snuffing a little foal’s life out… so hot. It’s a pity though that you’re all psychotic rapist serial killers; it’s a bit more fun when the foals are innocent.”
At this point Fluttershy noticed that Scootaloo and Applebloom had ceased their arguments and were staring behind Fluttershy. Fluttershy blinked, slowly turning her head… oh it was that thing… why was that thing free?
“Oh um, hello,” Fluttershy said as Monster crept towards them, “Does this mean… that Twilight is dead?”
Monster nodded.
“Yes!” “Finally!” “Awesome!” The Crusaders approved of that news at least, Fluttershy seemed to die a little more on the inside.
“Wait,” Applebloom realized, “Yer gonna kill us all, ain’t ya...”
Another nod from Monster.
“Oh,” Applebloom sighed.
“Bet it kills me last!” Scootaloo was determined to win that bet somehow.
“Scootaloo,” Applebloom shot back, “If ah wanted to deal with bullshit right now, ah’d go crap on your mom’s cadaver again!”
“At least I know where my family’s corpses are!” Scootaloo shot back-back. “And at least I haven’t fucked my whole family! Fucking incest slut!”
“Oh come on, one family reunion gets kinky and suddenly ah’m the incest filly?” Applebloom grumbled.
“Got kinky?” Scootaloo laughed, “You literally fucked every male member of your family, and most of the female ones, in a single day! You even fucked the infants! I saw you getting banged by Mac, Braeburn, and Orange right on top of the dinner table while everypony was trying to eat!”
“Hey!” Applebloom got angry, “You shouldn’t’a been snoopin’ around! Reunions are Apple only! Ah wish we’d caught you before we-”
“Now girls,” Fluttershy sighed, “You should be nicer to each other when you’re about to die.” She then turned to Monster, “If I can’t have Twilight’s heart, then I’ll just rip out yours!”
Fluttershy charged Monster, who allowed her to bowl it over onto its back, then watched curiously as she beat its face with her front hooves while stomping its balls with her hind ones. Fluttershy thought she had a handle on things, until she realized that the monster was arching its back and moaning to having its balls stomped. She blinked, thought better of her plan of revenge, and ran as fast as she could toward her cottage.
Monster let her go into her house, watching as she locked the door and then peaked out the window with large eyes. Maybe she thought that once it ate some Crusaders, it would be too full and sated to come for her.
Sweetie took a run for it too, squealing the whole way. Monster looked at her as she fled, smirked, and let her go for the moment as well.
“Ha!” Sweetie called back to them all, “I’m dying last, bitches! That means I WIN!”
“Hey, that’s cheating!” complained Scootaloo, but Sweetie was gone.
Monster was laughing darkly. Oh well, it still had these two foals. Nopony could stop it, so it could murder the others at its leisure. It turned to the other two, untying their bonds and setting them both onto the ground side-by-side. It took off their collars as well, but held them with its magic firmly for a few seconds as if to silently say ‘I won’t let you run away’. They got the message, both sighing and awaiting their doom even after it released its magical hold on them.
Monster’s horn lit up, Scootaloo’s body glowing before she doubled over and clenched her teeth, growing a shiny new cock once again; she really should have been used to this by now. When she tugged herself back up, it pointed at Scootaloo’s cock, then at Applebloom’s pussy. Applebloom was then pulled closer, forced into a head-down-ass-up position with hind legs spread.
Well this wasn’t too bad so far, fucking a pussy she was quite fond of, so Scootaloo cooperated. She tugged herself up behind Applebloom, pushing against her hot little cunt lips and forcing herself within, relaxing as the sweet warmth encompassed her shaft, slowly beginning to thrust, and Applebloom grunting as she rolled her hips back against her. Soon their hot little underage bodies were slapping wetly and eagerly together.
“That’s my favorite country slut,” moaned Scootaloo as Applebloom turned her head land they exchanged kisses. “You know, I’m glad we got around to fucking each others’ dead parents before we bit it.”
“That was fun,” sighed Applebloom, “Though ah wish we’d gotten around ta fuckin’ Sweetie’s parents.”
“Yeah after poisoning them too,” sighed Scootaloo, “Guess their bodies will just go to waste when they die in agony in a few weeks.”
As much as it liked their banter, Monster flopped out both of its own shafts in front of their faces. They took the hint, each going for a shaft, taking turns lapping at and giving each slap a slurp. They suckled each and swallowed its tip down before switching off, a little foal-blowjob merry-go-round.
That wasn’t what this was for though. It held Applebloom’s head, pulling her face only to the top, Scootaloo slurping at the bottom eagerly as she looked up to see what was happening. Applebloom wasn’t sure why she was getting the top dick when she was below Scootaloo, but whatever, so she went at it, pushing it deeper into her throat and taking long strokes, making up for her now non-existent gag reflex by forcing herself to choke on it.
It pulled back again though, and suddenly she watched as the tip seemed to warp and expand, flesh folding out a bit grotesquely, like a worm opening its mouth, and clamping down onto Applebloom’s muzzle. She blinked, stopping her head bobbing for a moment, though her hips kept rolling instinctively, clenching wet pussy to pleasure the pulsating shaft inside of her.
She wasn’t sure if she should scream or not as it seemed to work its way up over her muzzle. The inside felt soft and wet, slick like a pussy but not quite as wet as one. It actually felt really nice crawling up her face, even as she went cross-eyed to look. She then closed her eyes, only to have Monster hold them open so that she could feel the slick flesh undulate against her open eyes as it encompassed her face.
Her eyes stung badly, but it wouldn’t let her close them less she cease to fully appreciate herself being dragged to her death inside a monster cock. And she knew that was exactly what was happening. It was probably going to churn her into magical cum then orgasm her liquefied corpse all over Scootaloo before murdering her in the same way or some equally confusing manner.
As Applebloom instinctively tried to pull her head back, it just seemed to suck her in more, rippling over her face and sliding over her mane and down to her neck, round lips pulling tighter as it popped around the narrower portion. Now the shape of her head was clearly visible in the stretchy flesh. At least Applebloom was thankful that she was going head-first so she’d suffocate, but quickly realized that it was using some kind of magic to push fresh air in there with her so that she’d get to feel it all.
“Ah don’t wanna get eaten by a dick,” Applebloom finally said, muffled from within, not that it did any good.
Scootaloo had noticed, but was afraid to stop stuffing Applebloom’s pint-sized pussy, pulling Applebloom’s plot more firmly against her. Applebloom was still doing her best to move her hips, albeit possibly by slutty instinct due to having had literally hundreds of different cocks inside her.
Scootaloo realized what was happening too, but it was also hot as fuck to watch Applebloom struggle as she was helplessly encompassed, making Scootaloo throb just at the sight. Monster had done Scootaloo the favor of letting her fuck Applebloom during her last moments, so that was nice at least. You could only fuck a friend as they died once after all, and it was actually a shame that Sweetie wouldn’t get to watch them die.
“You know I love you Applebloom,” said Scootaloo, “But it’s awesome to watch you die, because you look fucking hot doing it.”
Applebloom was shoulder deep, clawing with her front hooves to try to keep them outstretched, not because she thought it’d work but because she couldn’t seem to stop that instinct no more than she could stop her fuck hole from giving Scootaloo a dick-massage. Eventually it pinned them down though and began to slide further, the cock seeming to lengthen as it went down, her head about half way to Monster’s balls when it slid across her belly and over the hooves of the pinned front legs.
It started to squeeze her harder as it milked her whole body, until finally one of her ribs actually snapped, rather loudly, eliciting a nice cock-massaging scream from the filly. The sight of her friend being crushed was too hot for Scootaloo to bear, and soon she was blasting a load into her. Applebloom’s foal-cunt milked everything it could out of Scootaloo: the last paint of sperm it was ever going to get, so it was going to enjoy it.
Scootaloo gave Applebloom’s flank a good-bye smack just before the Monster’s cock flesh slid over those same flanks, sliding over the last bits as just her comically kicking legs and tail still showed. By this point, Scootaloo was basically riding the cock that was devouring Applebloom, so she slid off of it, the tip of the cock giving Scootaloo’s shaft a nice slurp to clean off Applebloom’s cunt juice as she withdrew. Scootaloo panted, her cock disappearing thanks to Monster’s magic, but still sliding a hoof down to masturbate as she eagerly watched her friend and lover die a horrible death. So hot!
Monster’s lower cock slid up to Applebloom’s rear, pushing itself inside her cum-drooling pussy to give it one last workout, its cocks undulating together as one ate her and the other fucked her, continuing to slide inside with her. Applebloom had a violent orgasm, a mist spraying out across Scootaloo as the last bit of her disappeared. The one cock pulled free of the other with an incredibly lewd slurp.
Applebloom’s head popped out into Monster’s ball sack as her legs were sucking up inside the tip. The shape of her body looked unnaturally sexy as it slid through the sleek tunnel, the muffled sound of her gagging heard as she slid into it more rapidly. At this point her squirming just made her slide faster, and soon she had curled up in a fetal position within the magical nutsack.
Scootaloo moved closer, feeling over the balls and the motions of Applebloom squirming within.
“Is it gonna hurt bad?” asked Scootaloo.
Monster nodded.
“Awesome!” Scootaloo grinned, “I want to feel this bitch squirm!”
Applebloom could hear her friend getting off on the idea of her dying in excruciating pain, but wasn’t mad at Scootaloo for it; she knew she’d be getting off if Scootaloo had died first, and the idea of being dissolved and then cum all over her lover was an incredibly hot one. It definitely wasn’t the worst way to go even if it would hurt.
And it began to hurt quickly, the fluid inside the sack seeming to grow more acidic, burning against her coat. Wriggling didn’t do any good, especially since her chest was already throbbing in pain from the broken rib she’d already been gifted. She pulled herself into a fetal position and covered her head with her forehooves, trying to keep herself alive for as long as possible so her friends could enjoy her struggles. She could feel their hooves feeling over Monster’s balls eagerly, clearly wanting to feel Applebloom die within.
It got worse fast, fur coming off in clumps even from the slight friction, goo drooling down over her and making it impossible to hide any of herself from it. She squeaked as the balls contracted as if growing smaller around her. She decided to slide her forehooves down to her drooling pussy so that she could rub herself; she might not be able to move them again once it got tight enough to start crushing her, and she was sure it was going to.
It was surreal, but she wasn’t that afraid. At least she knew her soul would be allowed to leave since one of the princesses wasn’t murdering her. All the same, she didn’t want to disappoint Scootaloo, so did her best to sob, writhing about within as it squeezed her more, rubbing at her pussy very enthusiastically in the process.
The balls contracted again, legs pushed into her rib cage and crushing them further, almost all of her ribs now giving out and jabbing into her internals. She felt herself compressed as the pain reached new levels, the feeling of breaking bones and burning skin coming together. Now she wasn’t just pretending to sob, now she was absolutely thrashing, just wanting it to end.
Her pelvis snapped, folding over the hooves that she was still rubbing her cunt with, and finally pinning them to the point that they couldn’t move. She actually came after they stopped moving though, not that it had anywhere to go, just compressed back against her body. Limbs began to snap, and she felt her lungs crushed flat, breathing now impossible. She felt like everything was breaking, constant cracking noises telling that she wasn’t out of bones yet though.
Finally her skull gave way, collapsing in, brain crushed and squeezing around broken shards of bone. Her life was mercifully ended, her last thoughts a wish that her friends enjoyed it as much as she hated it.
Scootaloo continued to feel over Applebloom’s form the whole time, giggling when she realized that Applebloom was masturbating, able to see every tiny movement as it crushed her. Scootaloo leaned against the huge balls, feeling its warmth against her chest and belly, and enjoyed the tiny little spasms that came with each loud bone snap.
Scootaloo saw the skull give, and rubbed a hoof over it, fascinated by how it caved in. The balls began to churn, speeding up the process now that the very dead Applebloom could no longer feel to appreciate it. Her body was ripped into chunks as if it had been placed in a blender.
Her form could be felt breaking down, quickly notfeeling like a pony at all, because it wasn’t. It was just bone and gore getting stirred about. It broke down further, and eventually the balls were smooth, giving gently to the pressure of Scootaloo’s hooves, what used to be Applebloom sloshing about within.
“Well, guess it’s my turn now,” sighed Scootaloo, “You gonna cum her in me and make me burst?”
Monster shook its head and grinned.
“Oh,” said Scootaloo, having been sure that’d be what it did, “well before you do whatever, can you tell me how you’ll kill Sweetie? So I can at least get off to the idea, you know how it is.”
Monster shrugged, then pointed at Scootaloo’s nose, looking down at her as if offering to let her give an idea.
“Oh um, hmm,” Scootaloo though, “I know! Fuck her to death in front of Rarity, squish out her organs so it’s just her flesh wrapped around your cock, then fuck Rarity with Sweetie as a condom!… gonna do that?”
Monster grinned and nodded.
“Awesome!” Scootaloo grinned, “Fuck yeah, I’ll die a little happier knowing that Sweetie and Rarity are gonna die in such a fucked up way!”
Monster put a hoof on Scootaloo’s head, pushing her down to the floor. Scootaloo obeyed as Monster leaned back and tugged her forward by her mane, pushing her muzzle against its slit, the distended balls heavy on Scootaloo’s head. Scootaloo immediately began to lap, spreading out Monster with her hooves, nuzzling about its labia and grinding her nose on its clit, putting a good bit of effort into pleasuring the one that was about to end her young life.
“Uh, if I can have a last request? I know I already… well,” Scootaloo said between laps, “Since you’re using Sweetie when murdering Rarity, could you use my corpse somehow when you kill Rainbow Dash?”
Monster nodded, pulling her close.
“Thanks,” Scootaloo said, “That means a lot to me.” then went back to lapping. “Seriously, I appreciate how nice you’re being about this.”
Scootaloo wasn’t surprised when Monster’s cunt-lips writhed against her lapping, grabbing hold of her tongue and beginning to slowly suckle on it. Scootaloo took a deep breath of Monster’s cunt honey as her muzzle was encompassed by Monster’s pussy, which slid up over her face. So she was going to be crushed to death inside Monster’s pussy… well at least it was a ridiculously hot way to die.
Monster’s cocks writhed about like snakes, prehensile as they curved downward to Scootaloo’s behind. Scootaloo moved her tail out of the way and spread her hind legs wide as she felt them, eager to get her little cock-fiend fuck-holes drilled one last time.
Monster pushed them both inside, turning Scootaloo over onto her back before pressing the lower one against the tight foal cunt and the upper one around to push against her tail hole. Scootaloo’s hind legs kicked as she felt her body pierced by the girths, immediately splitting her open and ramming so hard that her pelvis gave out and snapped in two almost immediately.
Scootaloo’s screams inside the pussy were delicious, and encouraged Monster to push further, raping deep to slam through the back wall of Scootaloo’s young womb as well as through her intestines and up into her gut, managing to ram them hard even in such an awkward position.
All this time, the labia slid down Scootaloo’s face, Scootaloo’s eyes held open as Applebloom’s had been. Scootaloo was both sobbing and moaning as it slid down to her neck and over her shoulders. She reached her front hooves up to give Monster’s breasts a nice rub, but they were quickly pulled to her side as she was pushed further, wriggling about like a worm on a hook as she was pulled deeper by the powerful inner muscles.
Scootaloo looked about as her head popped through Monster’s cervix into her womb, having kindly lit the womb so that Scootaloo could get a good look at where she was going to die. The fleshy walls were undulating, thick goo drooling from the roof, so Scootaloo opened her muzzle to allow it to drool inside her maw, guzzling down as much as she could.
Scootaloo squealed as she enjoyed the last orgasm of her short life, kicking her legs wildly as each thrust of Monster’s cocks pushed her deeper. As it slid down over her hind legs to swallow the rest of her, with Monster’s cock’s still fucking her, Scootaloo wondered if Monster could knock itself up. She’d never know though, because it was time to die, and Scootaloo had every intention of enjoying it as much as she had enjoyed taking the lives of so many innocent foals herself.
“Fuck you’re hot!” Scootaloo cried out as the walls clenched her more tightly inside Monster, “Fuck yes, this is so fucked up and awesome! This is how I deserve to go! Fuck yes snuff me out so you can go murder everyone I care about!”
Scootaloo jerked as she was pushed fully into the womb, just as Monster came into her. There was no room for her to shoot off the cocks, so she just felt her belly expand as her organs were drenched in sperm. She gave one last lustful groan before she vomited cum and blood, belly bursting with an agonizing sting of pain, her body bursting apart and flooding the tight chamber with a mixture of Monster’s cum and Scootaloo’s blood and organs.
Scootaloo took a deep breath, pulling the burning cum into her lungs, eager to die by drowning in her favorite food. What was hotter is the knowledge that she was drowning in Applebloom’s liquefied corpse. She wasn’t getting ground up, but that just got her off more, because she knew that Monster was going to keep her in here until it was ready to murder Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo tried to moan one last time at the idea of Rainbow being broken and sobbing on her cum-soaked cadaver, and the world went dark.
Her last thought was ‘Fuck that cunt Fluttershy, she gets to die without having the pleasure of killing me!’
As Scootaloo’s twitching stopped, Monster looked up to Fluttershy’s window, where the pegasus was watching and masturbating eagerly. Her eyes got very large though, realizing that she probably should have ran off while she could have. Oh well, time to barricade the doors as if there’s a zombie apocalypse outside!
Fluttershy didn’t have much time to barricade anything, as Monster just crawled up the side of her house toward her upstairs window. Fluttershy started to turn and run, but stopped and sighed. If Twilight couldn’t escape this thing, she wasn’t going to. There was no point. She opened the window for Monster, then went to her bed.
“Um, Angel,” Fluttershy told Angel, who it seemed was currently in the process of banging his girlfriend on Fluttershy’s bed, “I know you had a date tonight, but I think perhaps you should move it to another location while I get murdered. You’re welcome to come fuck my corpse once it’s over, but for now...”
Angel’s stubbornness was his undoing, as he refused to stop that close to orgasm. Fluttershy hoped Monster wouldn’t notice Angel, but it did, grasping both bunnies in its magic and tugging them away from one another.
“Hey I was almost done you asshole!” Angel said, though only Fluttershy and his friend understood him, the enraged bunny wriggling about as his little cock flopped about in front of him.
Fluttershy loved animals, but they sure were stupid. She sighed as the bunnies were hovered in front of her by Monster, who sat on its haunches with its own rather massive cocks hanging out in front of it. It’s belly was still awkwardly swollen with Scootaloo, who was apparently still in its womb and fairly intact.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said sincerely as Monster held the bunnies near her, “How rude of me for not introducing you. Um... Twilight’s Monster... this is Angel and Snuff the bunnies. Angel, Snuff, this is Twilight’s Monster. It’s joined us today to murder us all.” No point in trying to deny the obvious anymore.
At first Monster didn’t approach them, instead stealing a plush from Fluttershy’s plush pile that was on her bed. This particular one had once been Dinky Hooves; Fluttershy had it so that she could remember fondly how she ended Dinky’s life via impalement on Fluttershy’s futa-cock at the time. Dinky still had the look of abject horror on her face that she died with.
“Oh do be careful with that,” Fluttershy said, “Tree Hugger spent so long getting her into a fuckable state after her little corpse was gang-banged, and she might be mad if I let her hard work be ruined. Come over and fuck me to death instead.”
Impressed by the well-made toy, Monster sifted through the pile and pulled out a second one, another filly who looked just slightly younger than Dinky and dressed in a cute little filly guide outfit, and somehow that made it hotter, despite the monster not really knowing what a filly guide was. Perhaps it was the outfit she died in, because it still had her name, Ginger Snap, stitched on the front. This toy Monster took to its free dick, Dinky on bottom and Ginger on top.
For Fluttershy, Monster found a colt in the pile, which appeared to be Rumble, and had an equally horrified expression on his face. He was laid on his back, his permanently erect shaft pointed upwards, and Fluttershy pulled atop him, sitting her plot down so that his little pecker pushed into her asshole. It wasn’t lubricated, but it wasn’t too incredibly large either, so Fluttershy gritted her teeth and pushed her rump down to start rolling her hips.
“Oh, well this is nice,” Fluttershy smiled, hoping the fact that she was obviously a psychotic foalaphile might sway Monster into letting her live. If she could just find a way to connect with it... “This one is Rumble. It’s a funny story! See his older brother Thunderlane got blamed for his death, so he got publically executed and all that. But once the one year statute of limitations for foal murder had passed, I sent his parents a video of me and Rainbow Dash murdering him, Rainbow because she was helping with the prank, even though she’s not normally into foals. We also included a video of us fucking the corpse on Thunderlane’s grave. You should have seen their faces when we gave them the videos. Rainbow said ‘gotcha!’. She likes to say that after a prank.”
Monster did listen to the story, looking at Fluttershy and even nodding with interest. It thought that getting someone’s hopes up only to dash them was really hot, and it probably wasn’t going to have a chance to do it often. It continued to fuck the filly holes as it did so, its shaft seeming to secrete slime to allow it to go deeper. The hole in the taxidermied delights went all the way from cunt to mouth, and their pelvises were already broken, which allowed them to stretch out enough that eventually it was sliding them up and down its whole shafts with its cock tips poking free of the foal-corpses’ muzzles.
Fluttershy began to moan as she rotated her hips around against the little body, the small size of the fuck-pole more than offset by the fact that it was a foal that she herself had murdered. Somehow it always felt better when it was one she had made herself. She was quiet for a moment, but then Monster pointed at Dinky and Ginger as it used them for a fleshlight.
“Oh of course, how rude of me,” Fluttershy apologized, “I should have told you her story. Well see, the gray one’s mother was raped and executed for being an idiot, then I took her home pretending I’d take care of her. But then Twilight gave me a cock and I fucked her to death; my bloody tip came out her mouth as she died and I came! You should have seen the look on her face when she realized she was going to die just like her retarded mother... oh well, I guess you can see it, since it’s still there.” She giggled.
Fluttershy began to relax completely when the Monster leaned forward to kiss her, exchanging a deep kiss with a bit of tongue battling. Angel and Snuff were having less fun, Angel spending most of the time spouting profanity as he tried to reach for her.
“I’ve done a lot,” offered Fluttershy, “And we could do a lot more together. With that filly guide, Pinkie actually got me a whole cart of filly guides, six in all. I was really depressed that day, so she was trying to cheer me up, and boy did it. That one there was the cutest, so I made her do all her friends before it was her turn; the first one...”
Monster was tired of the stories now, so pulled her muzzle wide open to stop her speaking. Feeling that she had enough hope at this point to be properly betrayed, it held both bunnies in front of her face. Her eyes widened when she got the idea.
“I’d rather not,” Fluttershy managed to speak with her mouth open, “If that’s okay...”
If it used magic to make things easier, it couldn’t have been much, because Fluttershy’s jaw felt like it was moments from unhinging. The squirming little Snuff chittered as her legs were held together, shoved into Fluttershy’s throat. Fluttershy gagged, though not much yet since she was well-used to having thick things rammed into her face.
Once she reached the hips, it became more difficult, though it wasn’t much larger than the girth of a large cock, since Snuff was rather young; Fluttershy had been a bad influence on Angel. Fluttershy lapped at her cunt on the way in, tasting Angel’s familiar taste, then tried not to swallow, but the reflex happened automatically.
Fluttershy’s eyes finally started to tear up. She didn’t care about this little bitch; Angel would have murdered her when she got too close to proper breeding age anyway, but she didn’t want to hurt Angel. Angel was more than a fuck-buddy; he was like a son to her. Of course this didn’t keep her from continuing to move up and down on Rumble’s cock as she rubbed her pussy with both hooves; no reason to stop if she wasn’t in control.
On the other hoof, Fluttershy had murdered foals in front of their parents a few times now, and sometimes wondered how it felt. She’d get to see things a bit from their perspective. Even if she’d hate it, she recognized how incredibly hot it’d be, she was getting more sopping wet just thinking of her upcoming torment.
Monster stepped back and watched for now, casually stroking Dinky and Ginger up and down its shafts as it did so.
Snuff began to panic as she went deeper, as if she hadn’t really been sure that they’d really shove her in until now. She pulled her hind legs up and forced Fluttershy’s throat open, literally running in place as she was pushed deeper, tiny claws tearing at Fluttershy’s lips as she tried to grasp hold of anything to keep from going down.
Fluttershy finally began to gag outright, and would have easily choked her out if it weren’t for Monster continuing to shove her down. Fluttershy tried to pry the little claws off her lips, and Snuff managed to tear tiny gashes as she went. She then grabbed Fluttershy’s tongue, pulling it as she went down, and in the process bending it all the way back so that Fluttershy was choking on her own tongue.
As the bulge moved down her neck, she coughed up blood, drooling down her lips. Even after Snuff couldn’t drag her claws against Fluttershy’s tongue, she continued to scratch and thrash, little claws slicing into the sensitive flesh within, shrieking loudly as her legs pushed out in Fluttershy’s stomach, loud despite being muffled with Fluttershy’s flesh.
Fluttershy tried to scream when Angel was pushed face-first into her muzzle, her jaws pulled harder until it finally unhinged completely, snapping out of the joint to take the larger size without any vore magic to make things easier. Angel screeched, clawing frantically, tugging her tongue back into her muzzle but immediately shredding it repeatedly with his little claws, which were surprisingly sharp.
“I knew you’d get me killed some day, you dumb slut!” Angel screamed, though only Fluttershy knew what he was saying, “I should have slit your throat and fucked the wound! My biggest regret is that I won’t get to see you die, worthless little-“ As his head went deeper, he began to gag, continuing to tear at her.
Despite what he was saying, Fluttershy was trying her best not to let him go down. Having forgotten about the colt corpse cock still inside her, she grasped at Angel with both hooves, sobbing in desperation even as she gagged up blood all over his white fur, drooling down her freely swinging lower jaw.
She screamed and sobbed even as Angel told her how worthless she was, though she already knew that. He was pushed in past the shoulders, sliding over his matted fur. He continued to claw at her throat with his forepaws, though when he felt his shaft against her warm throat, he began to buck his hips as well.
Fluttershy gagged a small stream of blood, and began to panic as Angel’s shape slid down her neck and down her body. She tried to block it with her hooves, to force him back up, sobbing more sincerely than she ever had before. This was far worse than just watching some stupid foal die. This was bunnies!er bunny!
Realizing she wasn’t being held still, Fluttershy stumbled off the colt and staggered to the bathroom joining her bedroom. Monster just continued casually fucking filly corpses as it watched her. She dug through the cabinet, finding a liquid that was supposed to induce vomiting, and turned it up, guzzling it down. Sure enough, her stomach lurched, and vomit was splattered all over the wall, but the Monster’s magic was still holding them down, so all she did was give the two roomier accommodations to die in. Monster even pushed air down her throat so they wouldn’t suffocate yet.
As Angel flopped into her stomach, got drenched in horrible tasting fluid, then got squeezed against Snuff as she gagged it all back up, he knew he was dead. Oh well. Snuff was here, and he was planning on murdering her at the end of their date tonight anyway, so may as well take care of that.
Snuff was still shrieking, but Angel grasped her hindquarters and pulled her close. He pinned her onto her back so he could feel her frantic hind legs kicking around him, though unfortunately he wouldn’t be able to see the terror in her eyes in such a dark place. He pinned her against the gooey flesh, more acidic fluid drooling on them from the top as he forced his cock into her, giving it one final taste of kit cunt before he died in this worthless slut’s stomach.
She squealed in confusion as he began to fuck her, and he squeaked as their bellies slapped. He shivered as his cock throbbed inside, feeling more pleasure than he’d ever gotten from this little cunt. It wasn’t anything to do with the stomach; it was more to do with the fact that pussy felt better when it was raped than when it was consenting. The way it convulsed and tried to expel him was delicious, massaging him as he forced it inside; it baffled him how anything with a cock could prefer willing sex to rape.
They were knocked around a bit by Fluttershy’s pawing at their shapes in her tummy, her sobbing a nice pleasant vibration as it reverberated down through her body. It was good to know that his death was causing that dumb cum-bucket agony, if nothing else.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy blinked as she felt her hoof over her belly, trying to push them upward, but also feeling the familiar rapid thrusting of Angel into his hot date’s rape-hole.
Fluttershy was torn between the horror of Angel slowly dying inside of her and the hotness of him deciding to take one last stab into baby bunny cunt on his way out. She simultaneously blushed and sobbed, one hoof sliding down to rub against her own drenched slit as the other continued to try to push Angel up from her stomach. She never knew it was possible to be so horny and horrified at the same time.
Angel felt his skin sting, Monster’s magic that was keeping them down also seeming to enhance the acid as it dripped all over them. As it got worse, he felt of Snuff’s flesh, feeling her skin go loose. He clenched his claw, fur and skin coming off of her like it was painted on. He took a handful of her flesh, then shoved it into her screaming muzzle.
His skin began to split too, especially down his back where her own foreclaws were trying to pull him off. At least their penetration point was protected for now. She had also been in here just a bit longer, so she always came apart just a bit more easily than him. He clawed her whole face off, feeling her melted eyes come off in his claws, his own eyes feeling like they were drooling out of his skull, the agony more than he ever thought possible.
Desperate, Fluttershy propped her hind legs up on the top of the toilet, head on the floor as she balanced herself upside down, trying to make it easier to gag him up as she continued to heave. Yet even as she did so, both hooves were now rubbing eagerly against her slit, wobbling as her hips rolled, and still able to feel the movements of the bunnies inside her wither her legs pressed against her belly. She creamed herself, cunt juice flowing down her body and dripping on her bleeding face, continuing to gag without success.
Angel continued thrusting his hips like only a bunny could, plugging that hole as many times as he could before he couldn’t move. Since she was screaming more, Snuff was getting more of it inside her, lungs and stomach filling faster as she fell apart inside. Angle groaned as he felt Snuff seized by her deathgasm, expelling his own load into her dying cunt, giving the little cum slut one more load as she was passing away.
Her body stopped twitching, but Angel didn’t care. He pulled free of her pussy and rammed it into her asshole, immediately starting his hips up again, even as he felt the acid burn at his body, muscles coming apart a bit at a time, slowly making him weaker. Finally he couldn’t move anymore, and he just fell limp. Accepting his fate, he lost consciousness to the beautiful song of Fluttershy’s sobbing, mixed with the slurping and slapping of her masturbation. He was glad to die knowing that that insufferable pegaslut was going to die in agony too.
Fluttershy was desperate, though by the time she came up with another idea, Angel was passing inside her. She didn’t know that though, running downstairs. Monster left the filly corpses on the floor, following her down to the kitchen. There she pulled a sharp blade from the drawer, then turned it on herself, stabbing herself in the gut, screeching the best she could with an unhinged jaw was the dragged it upward.
When she ran out of options, Fluttershy didn’t hesitate to rip her own chest open, crying through the torment as she felt for her stomach. She grasped it with her sticky-hooves, panicking more when she realized Angel wasn’t moving, then literally ripped her own stomach out of her body, tearing it in two. Out came Snuff and Angel, still embracing, cock in cunt fairly intact since it was in the middle, but most of their body eaten down until they were just flesh hanging from bone, guts having spilled out into the soup of her stomach.
Monster laughed as it watched, then grasped Fluttershy by the head, dragging her back over to it, leaving a trail of blood and guts behind. Fluttershy didn’t resist at all. She just stared with glazed eyes as she waited for it to slaughter her in some obscene manner. It was a fitting way to die; she was actually glad she was going in such a violent manner. Monster left the dead fillies aside to concentrate on Fluttershy.
She would have opened wide when it brought her head to its cocks, if she’d been able to. As it was, she just waited for it to press them together as one and shove both down her throat, swallowing along his shaft like a good cock guzzler, at least until her throat completely ripped apart from the girth.
As it did so, it picked up her stomach and the bunnies, stuffing them back inside of her through the hole in her gut, though not bothering to actually put it in its place, and sewed up her gut with its magic. It didn’t hurt any less. In fact, Fluttershy was certain that it hurt more, as if the magic used to heal her intentionally made it more sensitive.
It stuffed deeper, turning her fully upside down as it lay back, the bulge where Scootaloo’s body was still bouncing against her as she moved. It just lay on its back, forcing her down with its magic, cock sliding past the dead bunnies, then dipping into her gut.
Fluttershy figured that it was only polite that she pleasure it as much as possible. After all, it was still a guest in her home. She weakly moved her hooves to stroke at the base of its cock, fondling its balls firmly as much as she could as soon as they were in range, staring at its body as it moved forward and back with the thrusting motions. Her hind legs kicked wildly in the air, since she knew it wanted her to struggle.
Using its magic inside her, Monster punched a hole in the top of her uterus, as well as in a strand of intestines. It pushed a shaft into each. It smacked against her cervix from the wrong direction as it forced its way down.
Her body bloated grotesquely at his size, and finally her legs were pushed wide, vulva stretching wide as his tip forced its way out. The other pushed out of her anus at the same time, stretching it past bleeding and torn. It then began to hammer her up and down, face slamming into its gut with each thrust as its bloody tip existed her pussy and ass just like she’d exited the throats of fillies and colts.
She laughed, or tried. All she managed to do was wet gagging as she vomited blood around its cock. It laughed in return, and they shared a moment before it began to shiver. It groaned, cock pulsating madly as it neared its climax. Fluttershy doubled her efforts to massage its balls and undulate her throat against it.
Finally, Monster squealed and blasted a load right through her, shooting out of her pussy like a geyser. As the first surge rained down upon them, he clenched her pussy closed, letting the rest bloat out her body beautifully. There was a small geyser from her tail hole, so it plugged that as well, then finally her flesh gave way once again.
She didn’t just come apart where she’d cut herself open before. Her body literally exploded, guts smacking the walls on the other side of the room and slopping down to the floor. Fluttershy felt her body coming apart, and felt like she would have cum hard if she were still able to.
Fluttershy relaxed, letting death take her and eagerly looking forward to Pony Hell.
18. Rarity Accepts Assistance
Sweetie burst into Rarity’s bedroom, finding her big sister predictably bent over and getting fucked by underage cock. Rarity was on her belly, calmly reading a fashion magazine as she raised her rump and spread her legs out. Her tail was encircling Tender Taps’ head, who was panting happily as he humped away, thrilled to be pounding a full-grown mare’s pussy.
“We have to go NOW!” Sweetie yelled to Rarity as she rushed to the bed.
“A few minutes, Sweetie, you can have him when I’m done,” Rarity didn’t quite catch what Sweetie was saying.
Rarity clenched her pussy, massaging over the colt and feeling her orgasm close, the fashionable things she looked at in the magazine helping her get off. Mmmm, sequins.
“We are going to die if we don’t go now!” Sweetie screamed. “A raving rape-monster is hunting us!”
“Oh it can’t possibly be that bad,” Rarity rolled her eyes back, “Ah there it is... that’s it, Tender dear. Going to cream on that hot colt cock... you’ll be the hundredth underage dick I’ve cum on; maybe I should make you something as a prize.”
Sweetie looked back and forth between Tender and Rarity several times, and realized Rarity wouldn’t stop. Rarity never stopped until she’d climaxed, regardless of who walked in on her. There was only one thing to do. Sweetie grasp Tender’s head in her magic tightly, earning a squeak from the colt.
“Sorry, Tender,” Sweetie apologized, “It’s nothing personal.”
And with that she twisted his head around, snapping his spine, then yanking him out of Rarity, tossing him to the floor where he thrashed in panic for several moments before the convulsions died down to a shiver, slowly ceasing. Sweetie gave it another twist just to make sure.
Rarity stood, quirking an eyebrow as he was pulled away and walking off the bed to stand next to his corpse. She sighed, looking at Sweetie with disappointment on her face.
“That bad, huh?” Rarity sighed, ignoring the now-dead Tender Taps.
“Twilight made a monster!” Sweetie explained, “But it killed Twilight! Then it killed Applebloom and Scootaloo, or at least was killing them when I left. It’ll probably kill them and Fluttershy before it comes after us, we have to leave RIGHT NOW.”
Rarity looked down at Tender, then back up to her little sister, pondering. If this monster killed Twilight, she wasn’t going to get away from it, that much was clear. Though she also had some time while it was murdering Sweetie’s dyke-friends and Flutterslut... maybe she should take this time to indulge in a fantasy she’d always had, but never thought she’d be able to fulfill.
Rarity trotted out of her bedroom, Sweetie right behind her, but rather than going downstairs into the shop, she turned to go into Sweetie’s room. Sweetie was almost down the hall before she ran back to her room.
“Rarity, what are you doing?” Sweetie asked, “We have to go!”
“Well because rape and murder aren’t usually my thing,” explained Rarity, “So I don’t really have any tools for that in my room. I know you and your friends have murdered at least a dozen ponies in here though, which kept me up several nights by the way, so I figure you have some goodies... ah there we are.” Rarity had agreed to look the other way with the Crusaders’ increasingly psychotic behavior in exchange for them keeping their victims in tact enough for their fur to be used. Real pony fur clothing sold for quite a lot on the black market, particularly foal fur.
Rarity found Sweetie’s potion supply in a drawer, pulling out a futa potion and turning it up. She shrieked when she realized how painful it was, collapsing on the floor for a few long moments as her flesh tore and reshaped, but managed to grab one of the sensitivity potions instead, meant to make a victim feel pain more intensely. When Sweetie came close to help her up, Rarity held Sweetie’s head in her magic and forced her to turn up the potion.
“What are you-“ Sweetie gagged from the potion, then blinked as she realized what Rarity had just forced down her throat. She immediately took a step back, turned, and tried to flee.
Rarity shut the door in front of her, and floated over a horn restraint from another drawer to clasp it upon Sweetie’s little horn, locking away the little magic she had.
“I do apologize, Sweetie, I really do,” explained Rarity, “It’s just the thought of betraying and murdering you has always been quite hot to me. If this monster killed Twilight, then we won’t be able to escape anyway; I’m probably doing you a favor by killing you instead.”
“I’d really rather no one kill me!” Sweetie complained, “Come on, Rarity, if we run we can find somewhere to hide!”
“Please, darling,” Rarity chuckled, “We can be traced by magic pretty easily given so many things in my shop has our signature on it. Come on, Sweetie, I do so much for you, can’t you do just this one last favor for your big sister?” She batted her eyes, not that that usually worked on Sweetie.
“Fine,” Sweetie grumbled, figuring she wasn’t getting out of this anyway.
“Hm,” pondered Rarity, “Now that it comes down to it, I regret not doing this while you were still a blank flank. The incest should make up for you being a bit older though.”
Rarity found restraints already ready for use. Two for holding forelegs hung from the ceiling, and two for restraining hind hooves on the floor. It looked like they were adjustable for any size victim or killer. At the moment it was adjusted to the size of a foal, but low to the floor since it had been other foals having a go. Rarity hummed casually as she readjusted it, and began to strap Sweetie in.
Sweetie gnawed on her lower lip, trying desperately to think of a way out of things, but she didn’t see anything. Sweetie knew that not even a strong adult stallion could break the restraints that were now hanging her from the ceiling, suspended off the floor. Rarity didn’t attach the lower ones, no doubt wanting to feel the foal kick and squirm during the rape; Sweetie would have done the same.
“I didn’t have to come get you,” said Sweetie, tearing up, “I came to warn you because I love you, and I thought you loved me!” Guilt tripping was her only remaining weapon.
“Oh goodness Sweetie, love is a strong word for what I feel for you,” explained Rarity, “Perhaps a better word is ‘obligation’. I’m required to tolerate you, Sweetie, but quite frankly, if you weren’t my sister, I’d want nothing to do with you.”
Sweetie stared with more tears rolling down her face. She wasn’t sure if Rarity was just saying that as a form of torture, but if she was it was working regardless. Sweetie looked as adorably despondent as she could, but Rarity just smirked and licked her lips. For Rarity, it was nice to be able to show what she really felt for once, and the betrayal in Sweetie’s eyes was so beautiful.
“Time to see what Applejack saw in family-fucking,” Rarity chuckled, pulling herself up against Sweetie.
Rarity hooked her front legs around Sweetie’s head, hind hooves planted on the floor as she pushed her shaft tip against Sweetie’s well-used but still tight little pussy. Sweetie tensed up as the tip stretched her lips slowly, trying to pop inside, Rarity grasping Sweetie with her magic to keep her still.
“It’s too big,” Sweetie grunted.
“Well if you think it’s too big,” Rarity pointed out, “You’ll just have to take it up with the one that brought these potions here. Who was that again?” Sweetie had unwittingly chosen her own method of pre-death rape.
Sweetie didn’t have time to say anything else before it popped inside and the delicious sound of filly screams filled the room. The little ones must have made some adjustments to the room, because the acoustics were perfect for screams, creating a sweet melody as Rarity drove herself deeper.
The feel of such tight, wet flesh grasp at her sent shivers through Rarity’s body. Oh this was much better than what she had been doing when Sweetie got here; Rarity understood now what stallions constantly wanted to get inside her. She drove it deeper with raw abandon, showing no concern for Sweetie. In fact, she drooled on Sweetie’s face as she watched the foal twist with sobs and quakes of agony with each thrust.
One might think Sweetie was used to this enough that it wouldn’t be that bad for her, but the pain potion helped with that problem, and the fact that Rarity had always wanted to do this somehow made it hurt even worse, like she was retroactively punched in the gut for every ‘I love you’ Rarity gave that wasn’t sincere.
“Oh you squirm so nicely,” Rarity panted, holding Sweetie close with her magic so that she could feel her writhing, cute little legs kicking wildly on either side of her.
Rarity rammed into Sweetie’s cervix, and prolonged the suffering by how long she took before she managed to break it down. She pushed into Sweetie’s immature womb, slamming the back wall and stretching it out almost to the point of snapping. Her belly smacked against Sweetie’s; the shaft appeared to be the perfect size for filly fucking.
Sweetie’s blood drooled to the floor, though Rarity shielded her own thighs from the rape-juice, not wanting to have red splattered all over her gorgeous white coat when the expected guest arrived. She was a lady to the end.
Finally she gasp and arched her back, squeezing Sweetie’s whole body in bliss as she blew her load into that little cunt. Sweetie’s womb ballooned out, and Rarity held her shaft tightly inside, clenching Sweetie’s filly-vulva tight so that none could escape. She grinned as she felt Sweetie convulse in agony, and the cum-bulge on her belly even out a bit as her womb burst and allowed it to flood into her guts proper.
The door opened, and Rarity turned to see who it was. Oh yes, that had to be the monster.
“Ah there you are,” Rarity nodded politely, pulling free of Sweetie and taking a few steps back to avoid the splatter as blood and cum poured to the floor like a waterfall, a giant white puddle with swirls of red like sadistic peppermint. “You’ve arrived just in time to assist me!”
Monster paused mid-charge, skidding to a stop and then tilting its head. Once again, a pony had given it an unexpected type of greeting. These ponies really were nuts; it was doing the world a favor by murdering them all.
“Come on over, no reason to be shy,” Rarity offered, waving a hoof, “I was just about to have her up the ass, but now that you’re here... oh and you have two pieces.”
Rarity edged behind the sobbing Sweetie as if giving her another look, licking her lips. Monster stepped close too.
“I guess this means Bloom and Scoot are dead?” Sweetie sobbed, “Well I guess I won that bet at least.” Hm, maybe she could have stayed so she could gloat about it as they died. Oh well, too late now.
“You don’t mind me helping kill this insufferable little bitch first do you?” Rarity asked Monster, “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do, so I’d appreciate it.” She then continued as if she expected Monster to agree, “I’ll ram the rear, then you take her from the front, raping both her and my pussy at once. Or my asshole, it’s up to you of course darling.”
Monster blinked, then shrugged, and stood up on its hind legs, massive shafts flopping against Sweetie’s belly. Even with Rarity having warmed her up, that wasn’t going to fit any easier. Rarity eyed it nervously as well; she wasn’t used to taking stallion-sized dicks, much less that monster. It wasn’t the pain she was worried about, however, so much as the fact that this was going to make her quite messy. She did wish she got to die in a cleaner state.
Might as well enjoy it though! Rarity slid hooves all over Sweetie’s form, feeling her shiver as she sobbed. She leaned down to take a lick, getting a taste of her sister’s tears before propping herself back up and pushing her futa-shaft against Sweetie’s little asshole. This promised to be even harder to get into than the front hole.
It didn’t take as long though, because Monster was impatient. It grasped Sweetie and the shaft pushing them together so that the tight little ring snapped over Rarity’s shaft quickly. The squeal of new pain from Sweetie was joined by Rarity’s moan as she felt the incredibly tight expanse, Sweetie’s own cunt honey lubricating Rarity’s way into her asshole.
Monster pushed its shafts at the targets as well, but it must have been unable to decide between Rarity’s fashionable fuck holes, because it cast a spell that caused a third temporary shaft to grow between the other two. When it pulled the mare and filly down, one pressed against Sweetie’s well-raped pussy, the others pressing against both Rarity’s cunt and ass.
Her cunt had been recently used, but a colt dick wasn’t going to prepare her for this. Her ass however, wasn’t lubricated at all, and Monster didn’t seem to care. Rarity shrieked as she was forced into, and though she tried her best to roll her hips, it was obvious who was in control. Monster was pulling them up and down like fuck toys, pushing Rarity up into Sweetie’s tailhole with each stroke.
Sweetie let her sobs increase as she felt herself doubly invaded, screaming in pain and frustration. She supposed this was what the other ponies they had hanging here felt like, not that it would keep Sweetie from killing more if she somehow survived this. If there was one thing that everypony in the room agreed on, it was that murder was fun.
“Oh yes, I want to feel this little fuck die with my throbbing cock inside her!” Rarity moaned, leaning to share a kiss with Monster after doing so. She added curiously, “So did Twilight put on a brave face, or did she die screaming like an infant?”
Monster didn’t talk, but it shook its head at the first and nodded at the second with a grin.
“Phew,” Rarity said, “That’s a relief at least.”
“I hate you!” Sweetie added to the conversation.
“No you don’t,” smirked Rarity, “You love me unconditionally; that’s what makes betraying you feel so amazing.”
Sweetie couldn’t say much more. Rarity’s throbbing cock in her ass had managed to poke up into her gut in between her intestines, but the Monster’s was so much more. It pushed through the hole in the back of her womb, fucking her gut directly, impacting her lungs with each hammering thrust. Not only was the pain excruciating as her body was swollen, but she was rather freaking out now that she faced her inevitable death. On one hoof, she was terrified of disappearing, but on the other hoof, if there was an afterlife, she didn’t think her age would be enough to offset having murdered so many ponies. At least she’d be suffering right next to her friends, and maybe her sister too.
Rarity was trying to hold herself together in more ways than one. She felt her hooves over Sweetie’s body, loving the grotesque shape inside her turning her guts into mulch. Rarity’s guts were doing marginally better, mainly because he hadn’t gone all the way through Sweetie yet, so his shafts in Rarity’s weren’t yet at the point of being a fatal penetration.
Still, one was stretching out Rarity’s pussy more than she thought was ever possible; this must be what giving birth feels like, if they were fucking a mare with her own foal. Her ass was torn even more, blood flowing freely as a strand of her insides was straightened a lot more than it should be. The whole thing was torment, yet it still didn’t overwhelm the bliss she felt as she looked down at Sweetie’s face, who stared back up at her with love and confusion.
Sweetie gagged up a fountain of blood, unable to scream, barely able to breathe. Rarity realized that she wanted to be the one to murder Sweetie, so she squeezed the filly’s neck with her magic, tighter and tighter as she watched her face turn blue. Sweetie was in so much pain that she didn’t even realize she was being choked at first, it was just another wave in a great ocean.
“This is the best moment of my life,” Rarity groaned, hoping Sweetie could still hear her, “To think that I’d have the privilege of snuffing out your life. I’m going to cream harder than I ever have, and pump my cum into your adorable corpse.” She didn’t mean to put ‘adorable’ in there, but it was hard not to when Sweetie was concerned.
Rarity wasn’t lying though. Her orgasm hit her like a train and she screamed so loudly that she left her own ears ringing. Her pussy exploded around Monster’s invading shaft, and her own shaft expelled a load of magic seed deep into her gut, swelling her body all the more. Sweetie vomited cum and blood as she died, though it was nothing compared to the geyser that resulted when Monster went off, Sweetie’s muzzle spraying out cream like a fire hose, splashing onto the ceiling and raining down on them.
Rarity felt herself being filled as well, and didn’t particularly want her insides to burst yet if she could help it. She still had her horn free though, and Monster didn’t seem to mind when it glowed brightly. Rarity teleported a large batch of the cum out, letting it rain down on them just as Sweetie’s was.
Monster eyed Rarity a bit, but wasn’t ready to act on it apparently, as it kept fucking Sweetie.
Soon it wasn’t just cum and blood splurting out of Sweetie’s dead maw, but chunks of organs as well, a new batch forced out with each thrust. Rarity continued to corpse-fuck her sister’s asshole, though eventually Monster began to use its magic to pull all of Sweetie’s guts out, including the strand of intestines that Rarity had been fucking, as well as her womb and vagina. By the time it stopped, Sweet was little more than a rib cage wrapped in flesh.
Finally Monster drew itself back, allowing Rarity at least to back away, fluid raining down her thighs as she did, not that you could tell with her already being coated in it. She watched as Monster began snapping off Sweetie’s legs one at a time, quite literally turning her into a condom. Oh Celestia, it was going to fuck her with that. That was too bad, since she could probably have made a nice outfit from that skin.
“You know,” Rarity batted her eyes; it was worth a try, “Betraying my sister was so much more fun than I even imagined. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if I stayed alive long enough to betray a friend? Let’s see... she said Fluttershy, so is Rainbow and Pinkie still alive?”
Monster nodded at it continued its task, careful not to take too much flesh with the legs.
“How about this,” suggested Rarity, “I have an amusing idea about how to kill Rainbow Dash. If you like it, perhaps you’d let me live long enough to help?”
Monster finished with the legs and looked at her casually, as if to say ‘I’m listening’.
19. Rainbow Gets Fashionable
The map table couldn’t just summon ponies on its own. It also had ‘call’ function that would make a pony’s cutie mark light up to get them there. Monster was plenty strong enough to do that, but didn’t know exactly how, so Rarity showed it, in exchange for being allowed to help. Though since it never spoke, she wasn’t sure that it had accepted the deal until she showed it how and then wasn’t immediately murdered.
Spike, Starlight, and Trixie had been left to rot in the map room when Celestia and Luna took Twilight to Canterlot. If Rarity knew them, they might never bother to send anypony to scrape them up and bury them. Monster retrieved Fluttershy, and they had a nice little corpse party going.
Fluttershy and Spike were placed in their seats, and Rarity sat in her own. Starlight’s corpse was propped up in Twilight’s seat, since she was supposed to be mini-Twilight, with her personal slut Trixie in her lap. Scootaloo and Sweetie remained where they were, in Monster’s cunt and stretched over Monster’s upper cock respectively. Much to their amusement, the ‘call’ function still worked on the corpses, making Fluttershy’s cutie mark light up when they tried. That wasn’t what they were there for though, of course.
When they called Rainbow, it took a bit longer than it usually did, and for a moment Rarity just found herself awkwardly sitting at the table with Monster.
“So um, darling,” Rarity tried to make conversation, “Have you considered an outfit to wear during your... exploits? I do make some highly suitable fetish gear, made with a nice latex that won’t stain when exposed to various bodily fluids.”
Monster stared at her.
“Ah well,” Rarity stammered, “I guess you probably do enjoy feeling that on your bare skin, but I can make the material very thin, and it wouldn’t have to cover much. You’d be amazed how just a touch of fashion can make you even more intimidating... not that I’m saying you are currently lacking in that area.”
Staaaaaaare.
“Fine then,” Rarity said with some annoyance, but still trying to distract with conversation, “So are you going to murder all the princesses?”
Monster finally nodded, licking its muzzle with its ridiculously long tongue.
“Hmm,” pondered Rarity, “If you continually murder the leader, I wonder how long it’d take before nopony else was willing to take the role.”
Finally the door burst open and in flew Rainbow Dash.
“This better be really fucking good!” snared Rainbow, “I had three Wonderbolts balls deep in me when it-“
Rainbow stopped midflight and stared. She quietly landed, trotting up to the map table and looking around at the meeting of corpses.
“Is this a prank?” asked Rainbow, then wrinkled her nose. It sure didn’t smell like they were fake, but surely... “Who the fuck is the mutant alicorn with... Sweetie Belle on... huh.”
“Sort of a prank,” admitted Rarity.
Monster rose from its seat, crawling up onto the table toward Rainbow. Rainbow took a defensive stance at first, but the Monster turned its rear to her instead of attacking. It squeezed with its torso muscles, and Rainbow watched as a shape in its belly pushed downward.
Rainbow wasn’t sure why the creature was randomly giving birth in front of her, but at the same time she couldn’t take her eyes off it. She didn’t even notice when Rarity slipped out of her own seat and casually trotted around behind Rainbow.
Monster groaned lustfully as its cunt lips spread out, Scootaloo’s head pushing out, covered in the slime it had been basting in, obviously having been crushed, but still intact enough to recognize. Rainbow’s muzzle hung open as the foal corpse was squeezed out slowly, a gruesome series of slurps and pops sounding as she was fully pushed out. Scootaloo smacked the table in front of Rainbow, splashing her with womb goo.
Rainbow stared, and was so taken off guard by what was happening that she didn’t even close her muzzle or eyes when they got splattered by the corpse honey all over Scootaloo. Rarity had plenty of time to go around behind Rainbow, turn her own plot to face Rainbows, and then kick as hard as she could.
“Scootaloo...” Rainbow gasped, tears forming in her eyes, “Why?”
Rainbow received half a dozen cunt punts before she could even react, the last one ending with Rarity’s hoof popping into Rainbow’s recently-used pussy, though Rarity only bucked several more times, kicking Rainbow’s cervix and then the last blow bruising the back of her womb. When Rarity finally pulled her slick leg back, Rainbow fully collapsed.
“Gotcha, darling,” Rarity smirked as she moved up behind Rainbow and pulled her upward. “But don’t worry. Getting murdered seems to be the latest fashion craze, so at least you’ll be in style for once.”
Rarity helpfully cut off one means of Rainbow escaping by grabbing her right wings with both magic and forehooves, twisting and bending until there was a loud crack, followed by a scream from Rainbow. Rarity knew that injury to her wings was easily the ‘worst possible thing’ for Rainbow; even Scootaloo being murdered was second to that.
Rarity continued to fold Rainbow’s wing where it shouldn’t bend and pushed Rainbow’s face between Scootaloo’s hind legs, rubbing her muzzle against the sticky corpse-cunt, even forcing her tongue out of her muzzle to lap around Scootaloo’s slit. Despite being drenched with fluid, Scootacunt was gaping and stiff, wide enough that Rainbow could see inside, watching fluid drool from ceiling to floor as it slowly puddled at the bottom.
“Assholes!” Rainbow sputtered, trying to shake off Rarity’s telekinesis, “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“It’s it obvious?” asked Rarity, “It sucked the worthless brat into her cunt and crushed her there. I guess I can’t expect a pony of your intelligence to catch on quickly though.”
Managing to best such an athletic pony had Rarity both sopping wet and rock hard. She mounted up onto Rainbow’s plot, easily pushing into Rainbow’s cunt since she was a bit gaping from getting briefly hoofed. Rarity still managed to stretch her, and groaned at the heat of Rainbow’s tunnel convulsing in an effort to expel the non-Wonderbolt cock. Rarity squealed; rape was always a power trip, but subduing someone she never thought she could made it even better.
Monster watched for the time being, enjoying the sight of a pony forsaking her friend in order to get off. Or maybe it realized that it’d be more humiliating for Rainbow if Rarity managed to fill her with rape-cream without any assistance. And if Rainbow did manage to get the upper hoof, Monster was happy to watch that for a bit as well.
Rainbow didn’t though, the sudden trauma to her bits combined with the snapped wing leaving her unable to do much more than writhe and flap her good wing a bit uselessly. Rarity grasped the good wing and bent it slowly. She was having trouble breaking it without also using her front hooves, but it would do for what she wanted.
“I want to see you eating out your pretend sister’s cadaver cunt, eagerly,” demanded Rarity, “And I’ll keep breaking your wings until you start.”
Rainbow’s eyes went wide, not wanting to give in, but the threat to her wings, which she now knew was very real, was too much. She pushed her muzzle against Scootaslit on her own accord, diving her tongue between the lips, moist after soaking inside Monster for so long. It didn’t taste like it usually did for her, instead tasting... well like wet, rotting flesh.
Of course if Rainbow was smart, she’d realize that Rarity was going to break them, anyway, and more importantly that it didn’t matter as Rainbow wouldn’t be leaving here alive. But Rainbow wasn’t smart.
Rarity felt over Rainbow’s body with her hooves, feeling her squirm and shiver, enjoying the feel of the highly-toned muscles. Rainbow really was a hottie, and Rarity was convinced that letting every Wonderbolt that wanted to have a go at this body was why they’d moved Rainbow to the front of the waiting list to join. Not that Rarity disapproved of that; she’d used such a method plenty during business transactions.
Due to how gaping Scootaloo was, Rainbow was able to push her whole muzzle inside, up to her eyes. Rarity leaned forward so that she could hear the slurping noises of Rainbow’s tongue inside, just to make sure she was lapping, a sound that went very well with the sound of Rarity’s belly smacking Rainbow’s behind.
Rarity tugged Rainbow’s forehooves towards Scootaloo, and Rainbow obeyed by grasping Scootaloo’s behind, lifting it off the table and muzzle-fucking her outright, eyes as wide as her face was disgusted during the entire process. It seemed Rainbow would do anything to protect her wings, but unfortunately there was no one else present to make her kill, and Rarity doubted that Monster would suffer more delays.
“Oh Rainbow,” Rarity groaned, even as she pushed past Rainbow’s cervix and began to slam the back of her womb with each thrust, “I’ve wanted to see you utterly humiliated for so long, this is so the death you deserve. Murdered by a ‘weak’ fashionista. What would the other Wondersluts think?”
Rarity knew she wouldn’t have the privilege of being inside Rainbow when she died, but just knowing that the cunt she was fucking would soon belong to a cadaver was enough to make it super-hot, not to mention what must be going through Rainbow’s head as her friend suddenly betrayed her. In reality, Rainbow was too confused to feel much betrayal, and was mainly trying to keep herself from climaxing for her rapist.
It was a task that Rainbow failed, as she finally blew a nice waterfall of cream to drool down their thighs and Rarity’s balls. Rainbow began to sob outright, more than she ever had before, at the humiliation.
Rarity arched her back and blew her seed into Rainbow’s womb, pumping it full and feeling the excess wash warmly down her shaft and down her balls. As she did, she felt like her victory over the egotistical bitch was complete; there was nothing like brutal rape to put a pony into their place.
Rarity tugged Scootaloo away from Rainbow’s muzzle, and let Rainbow experience a small amount of relief before she pulled Rainbow’s muzzle to face upward and opened her muzzle wide. Scootaloo’s body floated stiffly above her as Rarity turned her so that her cunt and ass faced down. A mixture of monster goo, blood, and rotting puss poured out.
Rainbow looked terrified, but obeyed all the same, heaving in an effort not to vomit as she forced herself to swallow the mixture, or as much as she could, as it overflowed in her muzzle and splattered all over her face, running down her sleek body.
“You’re not such a hot-shot now,” teased Rarity, “All that pride coming to nothing as you’re used up like a fuck toy and discarded.” She panted, “It’s just a pity that all this didn’t happen in public where everypony could see your humiliation.”
Monster approved of the idea, and with a flash, the table, chairs, and all the ponies with it disappeared in a flash, teleported to the middle of town square, the fountain that had been there replacing the table in the castle. Monster erected a dome shield over them, less because it needed protection and more because it didn’t want to have to stop and kill a stupidly heroic pony every fifteen minutes. These ponies deserved its full attention.
“Oh-ho-ho!” Rarity giggled as they found themselves outside. She’d normally be mortified to be fucking in public, but knowing that she wouldn’t have to face consequences of doing it here made it so much hotter.
Rarity ripped herself out of Rainbow’s pussy, pushing against her tailhole instead. She found Rainbow’s ass fairly moist, since she’d been getting Wonderbanged before she arrived, but it was still a hard fit to make. Rainbow and Rarity both moaned together, in pleasure and agony, as Rarity began to thrust deeper with each stroke.
Rarity tossed Scootaloo behind her near the edge of the shield, letting the horrified bystanders getting a close look at the dead foal before they fled. Well, most of them fled, Ponyville did have it’s share of either curious or perverted ponies.
Rarity felt invigorated by her domination over the sobbing pegasus, and was able to more easily snap her good wing, just as she had her first. She didn’t wait, twisting the first wing at a new point, seemingly determined to break them as many times as possible.
“You said you wouldn’t!” shrieked Rainbow between sobs as she felt fresh pain shoot forward through her from her most precious parts; clenching around Rarity’s cock as she shook in pain.
“No,” smirked Rarity, “I said I wouldn’t as long as you were eating out that dead orphan whats-her-face. You’re not doing that!”
“Her name is Scootaloo, you fuck! And she’s not an orphan, I was in the process of adopting her!” Rainbow screeched in Scootaloo’s defense, getting every bit as upset as Rarity desired, fueling Rarity’s grin.
“Ahahaha!” Rarity laughed, even as she continued to pound Rainbow’s ass, “As if they’d let a pony like you adopt anyone. You’d probably leave her somewhere and forget where she was while you were off fucking”
Rainbow tried to protest more, but only screams came out as Rarity snapped another bone. Rarity was going all out, cracking every finger on every wing, then the base as well, wadding the wings up completely against Rainbow’s sobbing sides.
While Rarity was having a go at both Rainbow’s asshole and her ego, Monster must have gotten bored, because it dragged Scootaloo’s corpse back to the table. It pushed its lower shaft against Scootaloo’s stiff but gaping pussy, managing to fit rather nicely, being the shaft that made it gaping to begin with.
Though Monster chrred at the feel of dead flesh scraping along its shaft, still lubricated by the rot juice, it had something more in mind. It began to use its magic to rip out Scootaloo’s guts the same as it had with Sweetie, pulling them out through Scootaloo’s muzzle. It had to twist and yank to pull the cold parts out. It began to leave them in a pile on the table, right in front of Rainbow’s face.
Rainbow looked like she wasn’t even hearing Rarity demean her anymore, just staring at the parts of her little buddy get yanked out. As Scootaloo had never informed Rainbow about how the Crusaders were murdering ponies of their own free will, Rainbow had a much more innocent image in mind for Scootaloo, and it only made seeing her treated like this worse. Rainbow didn’t realize how much Scootaloo deserved this fate.
Heart, lungs, stomach, and a lot of other things that Rainbow didn’t know what were. The intestines didn’t want to pull apart into a properly straight strand, so Monster ripped it apart a bit at a time to drag each piece from Scootaloo’s muzzle. The very last thing Monster got was Scootaloo’s fuck parts, though at this point Scootaloo’s vagina had torn down the side anyway.
Finally Monster was thrusting into a Scootacondom, and began twisting and plucking her limbs off, taking care again to not leave a hole in her flesh. Rainbow screamed particularly loud when Scootaloo’s wings dropped in front of her.
“Oh come on,” said Rarity, seeing another chance to enrage her, “It’s not like the crippled bitch ever used those.”
Rainbow caught that, and it had the desired effect, though it also made it hard to keep Rainbow down, even with her injuries and exhaustion. Rarity was safe from bucking, since her hot bottom was nestled between Rainbow’s hind legs, but she barely even had to thrust from the kicks she was getting.
Rarity just laughed, only making things worse. Her laughed turned into a groan as she found herself creaming into the bucking Rainbow, though before she pumped it all in she was finally thrown off, slamming into the top of the domed force field.
It was more than just defensive, as Rarity felt jolts of electricity flow through her as she stuck to the roof. She immediately came again from the sudden energy, though also ejected anything in her digestive tract onto the pavement beneath her, mixed into a goopy soup with Monster’s cum. She felt her fur singing, and started to laugh even as Rainbow glared up at her.
Rainbow didn’t want her to die fast though. She leaped as far as she could without her wings, grasping Rarity’s hind leg, getting a jolt herself for a moment, but managing to yank Rarity down off the roof, landing atop Rainbow on the pavement.
Rainbow pinned Rarity down, sitting on her laughing face and leaning down to tear into Rarity’s cock with her dull teeth. Rarity felt the torment flooding into her mind as Rainbow crushed her balls between her teeth, but couldn’t stop laughing.
The laughter at least provided Rainbow with a massage chair, but also fueled her rage, and soon she was ripping off Rarity’s balls in chunks. She then gnawed down her cock, biting off the tip so that it became a fountain of blood, then tearing off an inch at a time as the blood splattering into her face.
Monster let them go for a bit, since it was just going to remove Rarity’s cock painfully anyway, but once Rainbow worked Rarity down to a flat belly, it reduced Rarity’s bleeding just a bit and dragged both mares back to the table.
Monster licked its lips as it floated them in front of it, rubbing over their bodies with ethereal hands to feel them out, both the lithe and the muscular. It turned them to face one another, Rainbow on the bottom and Rarity on the top.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Rainbow yelled as she was pressed belly-to-belly with Rarity, immediately socking her in the face with a hoof.
Rarity just laughed as more blood drooled down her muzzle from the impact, “Darling, in a minute or so, neither of us are going to be doing much killing. Have you not noticed what it’s doing?”
Rainbow looked behind her and stared. Rainbow and Rarity were being held in a position so that Monster could fuck both pussies simultaneously, but it was going to use their little sisters as condoms to do so. Rainbow couldn’t speak, just staring with her muzzle open, as Rarity laughed and waggled her plot back at Monster, ready to meet her fate.
“That’s fucking sick!” Rainbow finally yelped, kicking and struggling, and in general not taking her fate with as much grace as a lady does. It didn’t help that Rarity moaned and ground her hips against Rainbow, enjoying how she was writhing.
“Oh stop being so dramatic, Dashie,” Rarity enjoyed saying that to a pony that always said it to her. “You’re being very immature about this.”
“Fuck mature!” screamed Rainbow, then felt Scootaloo’s face pressed against her from behind, “Oh fuck OH FUCK!”
Both of them were worn in from recent activity, but a foal’s head was quite the fit regardless. Rarity spread her legs wide, while Rainbow did her best to kick at Monster with hers, but the weakened impacts didn’t seem to bother the beast so much. Both screamed as their pussies were forced around the head, flesh ripping audibly at the entrance.
Rainbow was immediately sobbing full blast again as her legs kicked wildly, but it was a lot harder to aim them when her pelvis creaked at the pressure and suddenly snapped with a loud crack, sending yet another surge of pain up through her convulsing body. She begged for her life rather pitifully, though few of her words made sense. There were a lot of ‘please’ and ‘mercy’ in there at least.
Rarity felt pain too of course, in fact she felt more because Sweetie’s corpse had had time to dry out, so it felt like she was being raped by a giant rock. Despite tears rolling down her. She grasped her forelegs around Rainbow though, pulling her closer to feel her struggle. Rainbow screamed as Monster rammed deeper, Rarity kissing her as she did so, enjoying the vibration of Rainbow’s misery, then lapping the tears from her face, ceasing only to convulse when her own pelvis snapped cleanly in two.
Monster pushed further, thrusting deeper, sliding from neck to hips on the condoms, which were both drenched in blood and just about anything else they could be. By the time they reached where the cervix was, it didn’t matter, since both their vaginas had split. The flesh between their pussy and ass had ripped as well, leaving just one gaping fuck hole on that end.
Even Rarity had trouble keeping her ladylike composure as the grotesque flesh-condom battered her lungs with each thrust, most of her intestines and lower organs already drooling out around the murder-sticks as they hammered inside. The thing that allowed her to keep her dignity to the end was the sight of Rainbow’s face, twisted in agony and abject terror. At least Rarity knew that Rainbow, and indeed all her friends, had or would meet a similar fate.
Rainbow’s legs were limp, but Rarity managed to hold Rainbow’s head with her own, making out as deeply as she could, pushing Rainbow’s limp tongue around with her own. She bit Rainbow’s tongue hard, twisting and pulling back, managing to rip it right out with no resistance from Rainbow. Rainbow may not have even noticed though, obviously lost in the sea of torment already.
Rarity swallowed it, even if there was nothing down there to send it to, and began making out again, suckling the delicious blood pooling in Rainbow’s muzzle. Rarity spent her last moments staring into Rainbow’s eyes, enjoying her last moments.
Monster growled lustfully as it impaled them deeper, pushing through their lungs and finally crushing their hearts. They convulsed one last time, then Rarity vomited blood into Rainbow’s muzzle as her eyes rolled back. Rarity’s last expression looked like far more pleasured than it should, though Rainbow’s was a nice traditional terror.
Monster creamed hard, a flood of cream bursting out Sweetie and Scootaloo’s muzzles, and in turn out of Rarity’s and Rainbow’s. Their head fluttered toward the crowd, and Monster suddenly dropped the forcefield, hosing down some of the perverts and authority figures that had been trying to figure out the shield.
Another pair of ponies dead. Monster had learned that the most pleasurable act was murdering a pony; all the rape and torture was just foreplay to the big event, and it felt so nice after all that foreplay. It didn’t matter if they were foals or adults or even their species. If they were sentient enough to know true terror, then it would love to murder them.
It yanked its cocks free, leaving the foals impaled inside their big sisters. It pushed Rarity and Rainbow’s muzzles back into the make-out position, then casually walked away through an alley without bothering to clean up its mess.
“Neat,” Mayor Mare said, licking the hoof she’d been masturbating with, then turning to the guards, “Go apprehend it.”
“Fuck that,” one guard responded, “You just want to watch it kill us!”
“I cannot confirm nor deny that,” Mayor said, “Well, somepony drag the corpse-cum-sponges to the morgue at least. Leave the brats in the bitches for autopsy.”
Several of the enforcers went to get started, but Mayor stopped the one that had spoken to her.
“You,” Mayor said, “Send a letter to Celestia and tell her that ponies are being murdered in the street by a monster that we can’t stop. Maybe that will get her off her lazy ass to come help.”
Mayor turned to go toward the morgue herself, paused, turned, and added, “Don’t put the ‘lazy ass’ part in the letter.”
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.
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.
21. Pinkie's Party Gets Crashed
“I hope you appreciate this, fucking cunt,” Limestone’s bedside manner was excellent, doing her best to set Marble’s broken leg.
Unfortunately for Marble, Limestone’s best included intentionally setting the bone wrong so that the hoof faced the opposite direction it should, ensuring that Marble would never be able to walk right enough to escape, even if they did survive. They had patched up the other burns and wounds, at least on the outside, but the internals were a lot harder to sooth.
Maud was there too and had put herself together enough to communicate again, after her sisters had held a funeral for Boulder and buried him next to Holder’s Boulder.
“We should leave,” Maud said plainly.
“Yeah it knows we’re here still,” said Pinkie, “I don’t know why it let us live to begin with.”
“Because I and possibly all of you house its children,” Maud said.
“Well I’m not going to give it a live foal, that’s for sure,” said Limestone, “Look, someone is going to kill it eventually, even if they have to resort to setting off the city self-destruct for wherever it is. So all we have to do is lay low in a non-populated area.”
“It could be listening to us plan our escape though,” pointed out Pinkie.
“Okay then,” Limestone finished Marble’s second leg. “Everypony follow me, don’t ask where, we’ll discuss more once we’re sure we lost it in the mines.” She rolled her eyes, “I’ll carry Marble and Pinkie, you carry Maud, we’re less damaged than they are and have to move fast.” She glared at Marble, “But I’m taking it out on your hide later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Pinkie, but didn’t sound like she thought it would be successful.
Still, it wasn’t a bad plan. There was an escape hatch in the basement already that led into the mines, so they locked the basement, at least enough that it’d slow down Monster, and continued as quickly as they could out through the mines. Monster would be much faster, but the path split several times into four or five different paths, so the chance of it choosing the same one was pretty slim.
“Fuck,” Limestone groaned on the other side of the caves, “Let’s take a break to hurt Marble... and piss.”
Limestone casually dumped Marble off her back onto the ground, the shy pony collapsing as soon as pressure was put on her legs. Limestone turned her plot around to Marble, straining as she tried to urinate, which was rather painful considering her condition. It helped that she could look down between her own legs to see Marble’s face with urine splattering all over it.
Marble obediently opened her muzzle, gulping as much as she could even as it stung at her eyes. It didn’t make it any easier to keep up with Pinkie and Maud joined in, in Pinkie’s case outright grunting in pain from the strain, their urine having more of a red than a yellow tint.
They made sure to collectively drench Marble, soaking her back before Limestone kicked her over, at which point Marble used her hooves to rub their piss into her belly and chest fur, as well as turn her own rump up and let out a stream of her own yellow-red mix onto herself. She gargled one last muzzle full before swallowing it down as it tapered off.
“So what are we gonna do about our crotch biscuits?” asked Pinkie casually as she finished her piss and turned around to Marble. She yanked Marble’s hind legs apart and pushed her hoof against Marble’s slit, twisting to drag the rough edges of her hoof against her charred vulva to force it open, pushing her hoof inside. Once she got inside, she began violently fisting Marble, literally punching her in the gut through her cunt, though her cervix proved to be quite sturdy with all the goo in there.
“I shall keep mine,” said Maud, “So I can kill it when it is born. I want it to be developed enough to feel the agony of death.” Maud moved up to Marble as she started to cry from Pinkie’s hoofing, and brought her own hoof down against Marble’s gut, kicking her repeatedly in the breasts, knocking the wind out of her with each punch and bruising her urine covered tits.
“Yeah, could be fun,” agreed Limestone, “I’ve never gotten to try proper foal murder.” She sat herself down on Marble’s face as she talked, facing her sisters. Marble licked at Limestone’s tail hole as it was pressed against her muzzle, but went wide eyed when she felt the anus flex as Limestone let out a nice juicy turd right into her muzzle. Marble gagged at the taste as it was forced into her maw, her attempts to spit it up just resulting in it getting squished all around her gums, and was finally forced to swallow the shit to keep from choking to death on it.
“We could make a party out of it,” suggested Pinkie predictably, “Like a foal-murder party.” She was really punching hard now, but the Monster-goo was holding Marble’s cervix tightly closed, bruised as it now was.
“Can we murder the toy while it is still inside her?” asked Maud, “By killing her?” She continued stomping all over Marble’s belly and breasts, knocking the wind out of her gagging sobs.
“Eh, we can always kill the dumb cunt at the climax,” Limestone found that agreeable, “Honestly she’s a pretty bad fuck toy. We can do better.” She ripped out another fart-filled shit brick into Marble’s muzzle, finally pulling her rump off of her enough to give Marble a bit of breathing room, only to follow up with a flood of mushy diarrhea to coat Marble’s face.
“Sounds like a plan,” nodded Pinkie, finally yanking her bloody leg from Marble’s cunt and moving to back her plot next to Limestone’s, “We wait ‘til all of them are born, make a party out of killing them, kill this shit slut here, then go find a better pet!”
As they casually talked about how they planned to murder Marble, they all three backed up over her face. Pinkie and Maud both let out a rich slop of gooey shit, Maud’s streaked with blood from her internal injuries. None of them held back, and by the time they were done, Marble’s face was literally buried in a pile of stench, face not even visible beneath the shit until she managed to eat enough of it to make a breathing hole in the pile.
“Where do we get the new pet though?” asked Limestone.
“I want an exotic pet,” Maud stated.
“How about Zecora?” Pinkie suggested, “She’s where I was gonna suggest we go anyway, cause she’s in the middle of nowhere and probably has a big stock of potions since she sells most of the futa-potions we use in Ponyville.”
“The striped bitch?” Limestone asked, “Sounds good, and makes sense to have an inferior race as a bitch anyway. Lead the way, Pink.”
Pinkie headed off in front, and Maud yanked Marble up off the ground to push her on second, Marble’s mane and face still matted with their feces. She grasped a nearby rotten branch, ramming it into Marble’s well-hoofed pussy, earning a nice little squeal from her. She was made to go right behind Pinkie, and whenever she slowed down, Limestone or Maud jarred the stick that was in her cunt to give her a few more splinters inside.
“Can’t wait to watch you die, you insufferable cunt,” Limestone said as she jarred it.
Marble hoped that Monster caught up with them soon. All she wanted at this point was to get to see her sisters die screaming with her.
Zecora was just getting ready for another round to Ponyville, though she always had mixed feelings about going there. It was really easy to sell potions there, though it was also a bit disturbing that they sold so well there. Not to mention having foals come buy futa potions and talk about how they’d use them on their next ‘victim’ was... well it was different. But these were ponies, she’d gotten used to them being fucked up.
She had stocked up her cart with all her best sellers. Futa, gender-shifting, pain amplifiers, and various poisons that were made to be slow and excruciating to the victim. She had a few healing potions as well, but she mainly just had those because it made her feel like not a complete freak, not because they actually sold well.
She was just opening the door when... what was that awful smell? Oh... it was a filthy earth pony with a stick rammed up her cunt collapsed on her doorstep. Well, it wasn’t the first near-murder victim that had shown up at her doorstep, so may as well get them in before their killer showed up.
“Oh you poor little fuck,” said Zecora, “You are totally covered in muck!”
Unfortunately for Zecora, Marble’s ‘killers’ weren’t very far behind. In fact, no sooner had Zecora stepped out to assist than she heard somepony rummaging through her cart. She turned to see Limestone digging through it, and was carefully thinking of a rhyme to tell her to fuck off when she got fucked off herself, via a powerful hoof slamming right between her thighs.
Zecora absorbed half a dozen powerful cunt-punts from Pinkie and Maud before collapsing onto the ground. No sooner had she hit the ground before they were upon her, kicking her over and tackling her racially-inferior plot. Maud and Pinkie each grasped around her hind legs, twisting hard and cracking her thighs with sickening cracks.
Zecora cried out as pain spasmed up through her hind legs, but they didn’t stop with one snap, moving up her legs and breaking them at every joint, making sure they were twisted beyond recognition, convulsing and shards of bones jutting through flesh.
Tears streamed down Zecora’s face as she watched Limestone pass gender-swap potions to the other two mares, and Zecora knew exactly what was coming next. This wasn’t exactly her first time being gang-raped by ponies, though they didn’t normally break her legs first.
This was normally the point where she’d put a curse on the ponies assaulting her, but apparently Pinkie had warned about that, because Limestone very quickly grabbed hold of Zecora’s head, pinning it to the ground and literally stomping on it, not stopping until she heard several cracks. Zecora spit up blood as her jaw was fractured and skull cracked in several places, pain penetrating through her head. Limestone yanked her head off the ground, then kissed her, grabbing hold of her tongue in the process, biting down and ripping back to yank it out by the root.
The Pies had chosen the gender-swap potions instead of futa potions because, while they stung a bit more than just the futa version, it also completely morphed around their rather sore pussies, replacing it with a nice fully intact shaft that felt nothing but good.
Zecora writhed as she felt the throbbing shafts against her, but was helpless to stop it as Maud crammed her zebra-cunt full of pulsating fuck meat, immediately ramming her womb door even as Pinkie forced herself into Zecora’s back door. Limestone finished the trio by forcing Zecora’s head back, opening her shattered muzzle wide and ramming right down her throat, face-fucking her and moaning as her shaft stretched out Zecora’s neck.
“Welcome to your new life, stripey-slut,” Limestone groaned.
“The only dances you’ll be doing now is bouncing on our dicks!” giggled Pinkie, seeming to feel a bit more like herself. Violent rape of an innocent had a way of putting her into a good mood.
All Zecora could do was cry and gag on Limestone’s shaft as Maud and Pinkie played pelvis-ping-pong with her plot, Maud quickly forcing her way into Zecora’s womb and Pinkie straightening a good portion of Zecora’s intestines.
Marble was left alone for a moment, watching her sisters have a go at her replacement. Well, if there was one thing that might allow her to live a bit longer, it would be if they were unable to find a replacement. Normally Marble would have welcomed death, but she really wanted to live to see Monster murder them all, and was confident if she could just stay alive long enough, she’d see it.
As her sisters were distracted with Zecora, Marble wobbled her way into Zecora’s hut, carefully searching for anything that she might could use. Finding a herb-cutting knife, she made sure it was sharp, then staggered right back out into the happy-fun-rape-time happening in front of Zecora’s shack. Before any of her sisters could notice what she was doing, Marble lunged for Zecora’s neck, ramming the blade into her and dragging it across, slicing her throat open wide and opening a fountain of red onto the ground as Zecora gagged violently.
Limestone shrieked as the blade also penetrated into her own shaft, unable to stop her thrusting before the sudden stabbing pain had literally shredded her shaft down the middle. She yanked free, bloody cock sliced cleanly in two down the middle. She fumbled at the potion cart, grasping hold of a male-to-female gender-swap potion and hoping it worked as she guzzled it down.
Sadly for Limestone, this only replaced her bleeding cock with a bleeding pussy, and only after guzzling several of Zecora’s healing potions did she bring the blood back to a trickle.
By this time, Zecora was twitching her last, Maud and Pinkie still banging her back and forth. In their excitement, neither of them had noticed that their act of rape had become an act of necrophilia. Pinkie squealed as she blew a hot load into the corpse-ass, Maud barely grunting as she blew her own solid stream of seed into Zecora’s womb, swelling up her belly, both ponies riding Zecora’s deathgasm as it massaged their shafts to perfection.
“Fucking cunt!” Limestone groaned, immediately tackling Marble and grabbing the same blade that had just murdered Zecora. She stopped short of stabbing Marble’s own throat though as she realized that if she did, they’d no longer have a fuck slave. Well, Marble’s plan seemed to have worked.
“Why is she dead?” Maud asked, just noticing the blood that had coated her face as it sprayed from Zecora’s throat.
“Limey, we weren’t supposed to kill this one, silly!” Pinkie pointed out, “We’re supposed to kill the other one!”
“I didn’t do it, dumbass!” Limestone groaned, “Fucking fuck... well at least we got a stock of potions... with no way to make more... fuck.”
“Seriously?” asked Pinkie, “Wow, we’ve lived two chapters longer than I thought we would. Guess we’re probably goners next one though.”
22. The Pies Start A Family
They didn’t have to wait long for their pregnancies to come to term, as the eggs within them grew quite fast. Another week and they all felt ready to pop.
Zecora’s hut didn’t have a lot of party supplies, but Pinkie made due, due to them not wanting to chance a visit Ponyville quite yet. Sadly no ponies from Ponyville came to check on Zecora, which was disappointing since it would have given them another victim. Unfortunately, everyone that knew where to find Zecora was either dead or already here.
There also wasn’t much room in the hut, so they chose a nice clearing next to the hut. It was a bit chancy, given the things that lived in the forest, but most any monsters that would come near Zecora’s hut were either dead or had learned not to go there.
Pinkie carved up Zecora’s corpse and used some of her organs for balloons, though they didn’t have any helium to make them float. Then they decorated the clearing with those horrible faces that Zecora decorated her place with.
They also found where Zecora was keeping the alicorn amulet, not that that did a bunch of mud ponies any good. Limestone wore it anyway.
They did find out one useful thing: guzzling a male-to-female potion gave them a squishy fresh set of femme-parts that weren’t charred, so at least they had that until they ran out of potions. They tried to use them up slowly via rationing and not allowing Marble to have any.
Pinkie set everything up and the girls waited patiently to go into labor. As quickly as things were progressing, they couldn’t imagine it’d take more than another day.
And it didn’t. As if on cue, Pinkie felt the first contraction as soon as the decorations were finished.
“I win!” Pinkie proclaimed as the first to go into labor, then flopped onto the ground in the center of the clearing. “I wonder what it feels like to have a foal pushed out through your fun tunnel!”
“Looks like yours gets to live the longest then,” Limestone chuckled. They wanted to murder them all at once, so they intended on waiting for all four. “Can’t wait until it’s time. Murdering my own foal is gonna be so fucking hot.”
“And you,” Maud said, looking at Marble, “Do not think that we are not going to kill you because we do not currently have a replacement.”
“Mm-hm,” sighed Marble.
“Killing our own sister will be really hot too!” grinned Pinkie, moaning as another contraction rocked her.
“I get to kill her,” Limestone made that clear.
“I want to,” Maud made it clear to.
“We just need another sister to kill!” suggested Pinkie, “How bout this, we draw straws, and whoever loses gets to join the menu!”
“Eh sure, I’ll take a gamble,” shrugged Limestone.
Pinkie looked at Marble, who took a moment to realize what she wanted. Marble scrambled, getting some bits of grass off the ground and holding them between her front hooves. Each of the other sisters drew a blade of grass.
“I win again!” giggled Pinkie, holding up her short one.
“I will kill Pinkie,” Maud decided. “It would please me to disown and murder you for leading the creature to us.”
“See? Everything worked out fine!” Pinkie said, then groaned from another contraction.
Though one issue was immediately apparent to Pinkie. Her gut was heaving, but her cervix was still covered over with hardened goo, so it was mostly just pushing the egg against a wall as it tried to push downward.
That didn’t stop the egg from hatching though. Pinkie could feel the thing writhe in her gut as it slowly broke free from the egg, giggling a bit at the movement. It was very active, to the point that one could visibly see her belly shift about as it explored its very compact situation.
Either it didn’t know which direction to dig, or did and just instinctively wanted to damage its mother, because when it began digging, its teeth dragged against the front of her womb, now facing upward with Pinkie on her back.
“Yeow!” Pinkie groaned at the stabbing pains, “Uh, well, this is going about as good as I expected, I guess.”
By now the other three were feeling contractions too, and they were quite powerful ones as well. The splitting pain had all of them collapsed and unable to do more than drag themselves across the ground. Marble didn’t even struggle though. She just smiled and watched, slipping a hoof down to her scarred cunt to masturbate, happy that the insufferable cunts she had for sisters were probably about to die with her.
Pinkie’s foal managed to gnaw through the wall of her womb, allowing the thick syrup that had been filling it to spread over her body, and the shape of the foal becoming more pronounced. Pinkie screamed, arching her back as the stabbing pains continued, though she was also getting rather wet down below.
“That’s it,” groaned Pinkie as her belly showed the shape of the foal’s horn jabbing at her flesh to get out, “Time to die! I hope it fucks me as I bleed to death; that’d be super hot!”
Pinkie’s flesh ripped and she screamed, crying even as her pussy drooled profusely, looking down to see the horn poke out of her belly. The foal jerked it back and forth to widen the hole, then pushed its head through, blood bubbling out from around it as it did so, a chunk of Pinkie’s womb already being chewed in its teeth. It ripped the gash far more than it needed to get out, tearing her flesh up to her rib cage and almost down as far as her cunt.
Speaking of her cunt, that’s exactly where the little monster crawled as it exited. The little creature, which looked very much like a smaller and pinker version of Monster, seemed to have an instinct to rape and kill, and there was no better way to pop its snuff-cherry than with the rape and murder of its own mother.
It already had a pair of rock-hard shafts and a slit that was already drooling profusely down its thighs. It was doubtful that the creature was even capable of not being aroused. It knew just where to put them, pushing Pinkie’s hips wider as it pushed a tip against each of her entries. Pinkie vomited blood as she turned up her rump to give it better access, using her tail to rub at its own pussy and balls, encouraging it to ravage her.
“You’re making Mommy proud,” Pinkie managed to groan between spouts of blood from her muzzle, “Fuck Mommy as she dies and blow your first load in her corpse!”
Her foal forced its way into her sopping wet cunt and dry tight asshole at once, immediately working into a heavy rhythm. Even newborn, its tip slammed against her cervix, and it hammered its hips with impressive force as its belly slapped wetly on hers.
It didn’t stop tearing her up, using its teeth to rip her flesh further, then pushing its hooves against her ribs to break them one at a time before wrenching them free to expose more of her delicious insides. It nommed down her womb first, tearing it out, slime and gore drooling from its maw as it ate, and left the tip of its one cock poking free where her cervix had once been. It continued on with her intestines, slurping out their contents like a cream filled pastry.
Pinkie couldn’t speak or even groan anymore, and she felt her world finally fading. She imagined how her corpse would be used and then left to rot, and creamed herself hard, giving her foal a dick massage that made it squeal in delight.
The act went from fucking to necro seconds before it came, blowing its load out the flesh sheaths of her vagina and intestine to squirt into the blood and goo that was gathering like delicious soup in her gut, mixing in with it. Thrilled at having made its first kill, it kept fucking her, plowing what was left of the pussy that it had once been fucked into.
Limestone felt the egg inside her splitting about the same time that Pinkie’s burst through her chest, and was quickly panicking, not exactly wanting that to happen to her. She fumbled with her hooves, trying to push the lump of the hatching egg downward, hoping to guide it in that direction and possibly even surviving the birth. She at least wanted to survive long enough to murder Marble, who was moaning and masturbating at the sight of her sisters’ demise.
It seemed to work at first, and Limestone breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the little one ram its horn roughly through her cervix in order to exit. She spread her legs, expecting a normal, if excruciating, birth.
Unfortunately for her, her foal didn’t feel like squeezing itself through a tube that size, and immediately dragged its horn downward to split the side of it. It burrowed downward through Limestone’s body, but ripped apart everything in the way with horn or teeth, gnawing on a strand of intestines as its shape moved down Limestone’s body.
Limestone shrieked and was immediately a sobbing mess once again. She looked over at Pinkie to see Pinkie’s foal commencing its mommy-rape, and began to panic, kicking about as if that would do any good.
The foal clenched her pelvis in its teeth and twisted and shook its head until it cracked and finally broke, Limestone’s legs spasming uncontrollably as she screamed in both excruciating pain and horror at the oblivion that she knew was coming for her. The monster pushed its horn out Limestone’s asshole, then dragged it upward to tear a gash all the way to her belly button, replacing all her rear entries with one gaping wound.
“Oh Celestia, I don’t wanna die!” shrieked Limestone desperately, before coughing up a muzzle full of blood.
Limestone didn’t have long to complain, as her foal burst out of her lower portions and immediately went to her noisy head. The creature forced its mother’s maw open wide and pushed both newly-minted shafts into her throat at once, immediately beginning to ram violently into her, her neck stretching with the double girths as she gagged.
The creature began to rip chunks of flesh off to cram them in its mouth as it fucked her face. Pinkie’s foal moved from its dead mother to Limestone, intent on sharing, but there wasn’t a lot to double-team her with. It basically jacked off with bits of Limestone’s intestines as it engorged itself as well. Limestone spasmed in her death throes, getting the death she so richly deserved as they continued to fuck her.
Limestone’s foal went off, sperm blasted down to Limestone’s stomach before it sprayed out of the gaping hole at the bottom, gathering in her gutted torso much as Pinkie had. Pinkie’s foal was soon to follow, though its streams of spunk shot upward, and Pinkie’s foal lowered its head to catch a large part of its siblings second orgasm in its muzzle.
Marble was loving the show, even though she could feel her own foal emerging from the egg within her. She had creamed herself hard when Limestone had begged to not die, and again when Limestone did die. She was so into Limestone’s fate that she barely even noticed her own foal struggling within her. Marble managed to straddle Limestone’s corpse, holding herself against Limestone’s foal to do so, and released a stream of piss into Limestone’s open gut even as she kissed the creature.
The newborn kissed its aunt eagerly, yanking its shafts free from Limestone and turning its attention to Marble. Seeing her eagerness to die, Pinkie’s foal also came over, sliding up behind Marble. Marble felt dual cocks throbbing against her front and back and moaned, ready to die atop the used-up corpse of the bitch that tormented her the most.
Marble was lifted upward, then pushed back down again onto the shafts beneath her. Each of the creatures forced one tip against both Marble’s pussy and ass. Marble cried at the pain surging through her as her overstuffed body swelled even in addition to her pregnancy, but did her best to massage every cock that was inside her, moving back and forth to kiss each passionately. They deserved this pleasure for what they did to Pinkie and Limestone, and what they’d no doubt do to Maud.
Inside her, Marble’s own foal felt the impacts from below, so instead crawled upward through her body. It ripped a hole in her womb to press its head into her gut sack, and Marble began to spout blood as it moved visibly up through her body, tearing at her flesh as it went. Even gagging up blood, Marble continued to kiss each of the others in turn, letting them drink from the tap.
As her lungs and heart were ripped through, Marble’s movements became more instinctive, simply jerking against her rapists. Her foal’s horn stabbed outward through the front of her neck, ripping her throat from within and pushing upwards. Marble’s head cracked clean off, rolling onto the ground as her infant crawled out of her neck stump.
The new creature kissed the first two as well, then left them to attend to its mother’s body as it went for the head. It picked it up, growling eagerly as it pressed its cocks up through her neck stump, holding her muzzle closed, barely fitting as it rammed repeatedly into her.
The first two came hard from Marble’s death throes, pumping her full of so much seed that it bubbled up out of her neck stump along with the last bubbles of her blood. They pulled back, leaving her corpse to splat atop Limestone’s as they moved to their third sister.
Pinkie-monster was eager to make some incest foals, moving up behind Marble-monster and lifting its tail. It was ready and willing, exposing its bits to Pinkie-monster even as it continued ramming its mother’s head. Soon Pinkie-monster had pushed its increasingly-experienced shafts into Marble-monster’s cunt and ass.
Limestone-monster lay flat on its back in front of Marble-monster. Marble-monster got the message, pulling back so that only its top shaft continued to plow Marble’s head, the other pushing into Limestone-monster’s foal hole.
If these creatures could reproduce both with each other and any mare, Equestria had a very big problem.
Even Monster joined the fun, as it had apparently had less trouble finding them than they had hoped. What’s more, it was no longer pregnant, but covered with blood as if it had had a similar birthing experience to them. No doubt Monster-monster was off somewhere having fun, and probably already pregnant.
Monster walked past Limestone, stopping as it detected the power there. It slipped the alicorn amulet around its neck before heading toward the action.
During all this, Maud was having a significantly different experience.
At first Maud simply watched Pinkie die the gruesome death that she deserved, casually masturbating. When Pinkie’s foal moved to join Limestone’s, Maud crawled her way over to Pinkie’s corpse. Maud straddled Pinkie’s face, grinding her slit against Pinkie’s muzzle, simultaneously releasing a stream of urine, filling Pinkie’s muzzle and drenching her dead face.
Maud watched as Limestone got hers, and had to admit that it was nice to see the bitch squall in terror as she died, but soon Maud was distracted by her own unique situation.
Maud expected to be ripped out of, but when her egg cracked open, she didn’t feel anything wriggling about. She felt a mass of slimy stuff flowing about in her womb, then it seemed to force her cervix open through all the slime and flowed out. What appeared to be sentient goo flowed right out her pussy, and other than stinging really bad, it seemed to leave her intact.
Maud wasn’t buying it. This was probably going to hurt even worse than her sisters’ demises. At least they wouldn’t be watching her. That way she could sob and scream without feeling embarrassed about it.
The goo didn’t keep put though; it began to slither about her body, slowly covering her hind legs and sliding wetly up her belly. She felt the warmth that had just exited her pussy push its way into her tailhole as well, even solidifying partially and shifting in and out like an ethereal cock fucking her.
Maud moaned as it covered more of her body, rapidly enclosing her. She expected to suffocate as it began to cover her face, but as she breathed in a stinging lung full of it, she realized that it was actually suitable for keeping her alive. Though it was less like breathing and more like having her lungs fucked, just as much as her throat as it invaded into her gut from there.
The flood from her bottom met with that from her mouth, and her body swelled as her whole digestive track was filled. The entire mass shifted forward and back, raping her from throat to ass in one movement. What had felt good at first was starting to sting more and more, and any flesh it touched seemed to grow more sensitive to pain.
Soon she was completely immersed, the slime creature forming into a cylinder like it was inside a big invisible bucket, Maud now completely immersed in it. It began fucking its former home as well, expanding enough to fully fill her womb with every ‘thrust’ in before splurting out with the most grotesque noise she’d ever heard.
The creature seemed to be able to control it acidity at different points, the goop inside her stinging terribly, but that against her skin burning outright, her fur slowly coming out and flesh growing soggy. She couldn’t scream, only thrash inside the thick slime and sob the best she could. One leg barely brushed another and tore a huge mass of flesh off, and soon her whole body seemed to be burning into the raw muscle beneath her skin.
Maud went limp, realizing there was no use, though she couldn’t completely stop her body from convulsing. She had thought burning was painful, but this was exponentially more excruciating. Her world descended into a mass of agony, and as the acid ate at her eyes, the last thing she saw was the monsters finishing with the corpses and coming toward her.
Maud-monster seemed to recognize its siblings, and as they pushed their hooves into the goo, it didn’t burn at their flesh as it did Maud’s. It even invaded their pussies and asses, thrusting in and out in a rough but more pleasurable manner, and shifted around their shafts to stroke them off and help target Maud’s holes.
Limestone-monster slide beneath Maud on its back, laying on its back with Maud’s back to its front, and only its head outside of the blob. Its shafts were guided to Maud’s ass, and it pushed inside with a hissing groan. Maud’s fuck holes were perfectly intact and rape-able despite so much of her body dissolving now. Pinkie-monster flopped atop the warm goo, guiding to her pussy and stretching out her convulsing lips with its dual shafts. Marble-monster rammed into Maud’s muzzle, and soon she found her neck stretched out as well.
The goo kept fucking her even as its siblings did the same, every hole stretched to near breaking, like she had three cocks in every hole, then an extra one fucking her lungs. Before her ears finally burned out, the last thing she heard was their squeals of delight, muffled by the goo she was in.
Then all she could do was experience pain, feeling their hooves and teeth dragging across flesh, pulling off clumps of flesh and muscle from her body, the permanently-hungry creatures feasting as they fucked.
Meanwhile Monster watched its foals with pride, and very much enjoyed seeing Maud in as much agony as she deserved. By the time its foals were creaming their loads into Maud, most of her outer flesh was gone, her organs suspended in the pool of gunk that she was in, keeping her alive and continually magnifying her pain as it carefully burned away any non-vital parts, keeping her alive and suffering for as long as possible.
The monsters both pumped Maud full of cum, and creamed out their cunts into the slime as well, clouds of white exploding from their cunts and joining with the bloody mist that was already suspended there. Maud’s womb and digestive tract pushed the other organs away as they expanded, looking like overfilled balloons suspended there.
The monsters withdrew as they expelled one more load, then slithered away from their slimy sibling, their bodies clean as if the goo slurped them free of the delicious gore that had coated them before. Each of the monsters went in a different direction, ready to wreak havoc wherever they’d end up.
Monster stayed with Maud-monster. Even Maud’s bones were dissolving at this point, and all it took was Monster sliding its hoof over her rib cage to shatter them. It grinned, knowing that it was excruciating even if she could no longer convulse or sob openly. Her entire world was pain now; it would be a wonder if she even remembered who she was.
Monster pushed its cocks into the slime, and Maud-monster shifted Maud’s still full vulva and anal ring to its shafts, pushing them over it like condoms, then holding them steady as Monster began to thrust, purring as it savored the last moments of its hated enemy. Maud’s skeleton was gone now, all the was left of her head was her throat and brain. Her heart and lungs could be seen still functioning, a net of arteries keeping her brain alive so that she could suffer longer.
Monster cooed as it expelled a hot load, pumping Maud’s womb full until it burst into a cloud of white, her intestines pumped full and splitting before the pressure could go through her. As Monster pulled back, Maud-monster began to dissolve her fuck parts too, leaving only what was absolutely necessary to keep her alive.
Monster pulled its cocks free as Maud-monster slurped them clean, then turned itself to go toward Canterlot. Maud-monster slimed away from Maud, solidifying into a monster-like form itself, muscles and flesh forming as it took a convincing shape. It left Maud, or what was left of her, where she lay, still alive.
Maud didn’t realize she was alone; all that she could realize was torment now, and that was all that she could until she was lucky enough for some beast to devour her.
23. Vinyl Comes To An Understanding
Celestia's murder of her students was a time-honored tradition, but she hadn't gotten to do it in far too long. That dirty cunt Sunset ran off before Celestia could get her. Before that, Cadence had the gall to not give Celestia any reasons to murder her.
But Twilight’s death had given Celestia an excuse to do so much. Twilight was Celestia's 100th ‘faithful student’ added, so she was throwing a huge ball. Celestia planned to pump aphrodisiac gas into the ballroom to drive them into a snuff frenzy. The Canterlot elite had gotten too bold. It was time for a massacre to put them all back into their place.
Not only that, but Celestia would soon declare Twilight’s family as collaborators. That would allow Celestia to add Cadence and Flurry to the collection. It’d been too long since Celestia added a foal. Celestia wanted to add Flurry while she was still so deliciously underage.
There was a lot to do, since Celestia wanted to make sure that the seapony genocide wrapped up well. To that end, Celestia stopped at the beach where the seapony bodies had washed up to do a photo op. The local newspapers wanted images of Celestia fucking irradiated seapony corpses. Then Celestia was going to ‘invite’ the three surviving seaponies to the ball. She hadn’t decided if she would kill them, but was certain they'd have fun.
With any luck the survival rate of the guests would be less than 5%. Celestia wanted to pile their rotting corpses in town behind a sign that read “Don’t fuck with Celestia.” Celestia could masturbate and watch their weeping families carry off the cum-soaked corpses. It would be so fucking hot.
Vinyl didn't want to perform for anymore of Celestia’s events. After all, Celestia had let Vinyl’s favorite fuck-buddies get slaughtered in Ponyville.
Yet Vinyl reconsidered when Celestia offered enough money to retire. When asked why she offered so much, Celestia had said "Because you're the hottest dyke I know". That was strange, but just one more event wouldn't kill Vinyl or Octavia, she supposed.
The event went well at first. Vinyl was in her DJ booth and Octavia was on stage with her classical band, creating a nice mix for the party goers. The stage and DJ booth was above the dance floor, too high for Celestia's aphrodisiac mist to affect them. Vinyl's snatch was still drooling profusely, but it was for other reasons.
Vinyl's 'plus one' Molly was kneeling behind her. Vinyl's tail raised and eyes rolled back as she felt Molly's tongue lapping deeply, chin rubbing against Vinyl's clit. The drugged out slut was eating Ecstasy by the hoof-full and pushing pills into Vinyl's soft pussy, giving Vinyl the same erotic high.
Octavia's 'plus one' Tree Hugger slid up behind Vinyl in a mounting position. Vinyl rolled her hips back as Tree ground her pussy against Vinyl's rump, her juice drooling down for Molly to lap.
Octavia herself was on stage with her band, watching Vinyl in the DJ booth with jealous eyes. The stupid cunt always got antsy when Vinyl fucked other mares. She even walked out of a party once because Vinyl was having an eager 69 lick-off with Pinkie. What a bitch!
Vinyl wasn't worried, though. She knew what a good lay she was and that Tavi wouldn't leave her just because she had a lez-orgy in front of her. In fact, Vinyl was looking forward to the rage-sex that Octavia would unleash on her for it. Yet at the same time, it'd be awesome to see Octavia get what she deserved for being envious for no good reason.
Vinyl continued to work the turn-table as the other mares worked her. She blacked out for a few seconds as she creamed on Molly's face again and took a moment to give Tree a deep kiss. When completed, Vinyl realized that Octavia's playing from the stage had become erratic.
Vinyl looked to see if Octavia was on her way to murder Molly and Tree. Vinyl felt her slit convulse at the idea, since it would give Vinyl a legal reason to kill the insufferable tart.
That wasn't it, but what it was was still hot. A strange, malformed, pink alicorn had crept up on stage and tackled Octavia from behind. Octavia shrieked as the creature wrenched her body around to face her away from the crowd. The shriek cut off when the creature smacked Octavia's face with throbbing twin shafts and stuffed her throat with the both of them.
Octavia gagged as her neck was swollen wide with the girths. Pinkie-monster grabbed the bow from Octavia's hoof, yanked up the mare's tail, and rammed Octavia's asshole with it. It stomped Octavia's cello, breaking it into pieces and tearing off the neck. She took the long, splintering piece and rammed it into Octavia's cunt, double-raping her with her own instrument.
Such a fitting way for that bitch to die! Vinyl's cunt churned as she watched. Octavia looked up at the DJ booth as if for help, and Vinyl grinned at her to let Octavia know that Vinyl welcomed her brutal death. Vinyl pointed at her own chest and nodded, wanting to give Octavia the impression that she had put the creature up to it.
Octavia's face broke with betrayal as she stared, but couldn't stare long. She sobbed the best she could as Pinkie-monster ran its tongue over her face to lap up her tears.
The rest of Octavia's band might have helped her, but got busy too. Limestone-monster shoved Frederic up upon his piano and slammed the lid on his head. He thrashed as it smashed his head several times until he calmed his struggling. The monster invaded his tailhole with both its cocks, and Frederic got a crash course in faggotry.
Marble-monster charged their harp player from behind as well. Parish squealed as the monster slammed his head through the frame of the harp and half the strings snapped. One string wound around his balls and pulled tight as another encircled his neck. He barely felt the shafts rammed up his asshole as his balls popped from the pressure and splattered blood onto the stage. He couldn't scream due to the pressure on his neck; he could only cough up blood as it crushed his larynx.
Beauty Brass was backing off the stage as the creatures used her friends. She wasn't getting away though. Maud-monster oozed out of her tuba in liquefied form and soon Beauty was gagging as well. The sudden invader churned within her and it rammed all three of her holes from within. Throbbing, bloody erections pushed outward, protruding from her pussy, ass, and even muzzle. The mare collapsed and convulsed as it reverse-fucked every hole, blood splattering free with each thrust.
"You gonna save your bitch, dude?" chuckled Tree in Vinyl's ear.
Vinyl shrugged and shook her head, drooling and staring at the beautiful sight.
"Yeah, let that prude die," Molly agreed, "You can do so much better."
She was right. Vinyl shouldn't limit herself because Octavia didn't want her to fuck around. What a dumb cunt.
Sadly, Vinyl didn't get a lot of time to enjoy the show. Soon after Molly spoke, she choked wetly and Vinyl felt a stream of blood drenching down her back. Vinyl turned to see only to get a stream of red hosed into her eyes.
By the time she cleared her vision, she saw Monster-monster toss Tree's severed head into the crowd. The crowd was lost in Celestia's lust-gas though, so welcomed it. Jet Set grabbed the head and rammed his throbbing shaft into her neck hole, protruding out the muzzle where Upper Crust slurped him off. She then bit down hard, but Jet only moaned as she nursed blood from his shaft.
Monster-monster grabbed Molly's neck and wrenched it. Molly choked as her neck snapped and spit up a fountain of blood herself. The monster tossed Molly onto the turntable, face up, before pinning Vinyl atop her.
Vinyl shrieked in horror as Monster-monster pushed her atop Molly, bellies pressed together. It invaded Molly's drooling corpse-cunt and Vinyl's convulsing living-cunt at once.
Vinyl had no time to react to the thick cock forced inside her. Monster-monster smashed Vinyl's head on the turn-table, the center spindle impaling Vinyl's eye. She shrieked louder as it spun and scrambled her eye. Vinyl already felt her insides drenched with rape juice as she lost consciousness.
The last thing Vinyl heard was the magnified sound of rape and necro as the monster moved the microphone to the penetration point. The crowd cheered as the sound of juicy corpse-rape filled the ball room.
Pinkie-monster wrenched off Octavia's head. It kept fucking her throat, and soon sprayed double streams of cum over the crowd. It pushed Octavia's headless corpse off the stage and into the crowd.
Fleur grabbed Octavia's body, grinding and fucking herself on the part of Octavia's bow that protruded. She didn't enjoy it long before her husband Fancy slid up behind her and slit her throat, ramming his cock up her ass as she bled to death. The whole ball room was an orgy of death now.
Frederic gave one last squeal before Limestone-monster extended its cock. It impaled him on the double shafts, one bloody tip pushing free of his muzzle as another rammed out of his neck. The monster creamed violently as he was in his death throes.
Marble-monster wanted a pussy to fuck, but instead of grabbing a mare, it improvised. It ripped off Parish's cock with a claw, tossing it into the crowd. It dug out a hole in his groin with a claw, then rammed one of its cocks into the open wound as the other drilled his asshole. He died as every pony should, flailing and weeping.
Beauty wasn't far behind as more shafts poked free. Goo-cocks rammed out of her gut and soon a dozen or more where ramming outward. She convulsed in her death throws as they all went off at once, covering the stage and those on it like a fountain.
This was what Shining and Cadence saw when they opened the ball room door.
"I have an idea," Cadence suggested, "Let's go anywhere but in there."
25. Flurry Spends Time With Her Family
Derpy was tossed aside for the time being, landing against the stack of pony-presents that Celestia had made. The bundles jerked when she fell against them, but of course Derpy couldn't respond. She did at least get a good view of things still, though she doubted she was going to like this.
"Shining... Cadance..." sobbed Twilight Velvet, "You have to save us, please."
"She killed Twilight!" Night Light added, as if he expected them not to know.
"Yeah, they killed that stupid bitch," laughed Shining, "Come on, you have to know she deserved this. When was the last time she put out for either of you?" He smirked, "And don't bother begging. Celestia was going to spare you; it took a lot of convincing by me to get her to agree to execute you, and to let me help."
Sure it was a lie, but Shining was going to have to kill them either way, so he may as well have fun with it. And murder was more fun when the victim was emotionally broken. He felt his cock throb to full hardness again from the look of betrayal in their eyes.
Despite his love for them, Shining was glad that Celestia was forcing this on him. It was always hard at first to murder someone he loved, but it always ended up being super-hot in the end.
"How bout we start with a bit of light Twi-fucking," Shining suggested, pulling Twilight's torso over to their parents. "Dad can fuck her juicy cunt and Mom can grind on her... where's her head? Oh there." Flurry Heart was already floating Twilight's head over to herself, "We’ll grind on her neck then."
"Give me a good show, and I'll put your daughter out of her misery," offered Celestia. She totally wouldn't. It was funny; no matter how many times she lied, victims still clung to the hope that she'd actually keep her word this time.
Night looked like he was going to hurl, hooves shaking as he pulled his corpse-daughter towards him. Thankless at the opportunity he'd been given to fuck his daughter's dead body, he tried not to look at what he was doing. He ground his growing erection against her cold, clammy slit as his tears dripped onto her chest.
Velvet crawled over to the action, unable to walk. Her pussy was well-raped and bloody already, but she made herself squat on Twilight's neck stump. She clenched her teeth at the pain as she rubbed her sensitive cunny againts Twilight, the tip of Twilight's severed spine sliding into the pussy that made her.
Flurry was happy to enjoy the best aunt ever's severed head. She giggled as she felt all four of her hooves over it, licking at her wide open eyes. She held Twilight's head upside down facing away from her, and pressed her throbbing magical boner into her neck hole. She purred as it pushed open the frigid fuck hole, and worked into a smooth motion.
"You wanna go, Shiney?" Cadance smirked at Shining.
Shining didn't hear her. The sight of his foal's hips gyrating was more than he could stand. He watched his parents' activities as he walked over to little Flurry. Flurry felt the pulsating shaft that once fucked her into Mommy flop against her behind.
"DaDa fuck cunt," jabbered Flurry as she spread her hind legs for him.
"You bet Dada will," grinned Shining, pressing against his foal's hole, the stretchy flesh popping over him as he rammed deep, "That's my little cock slut. I'd say you take after Mommy, but I can't imagine her pussy feeling this good even when she was your age."
Shining didn't notice Cadance grinding her teeth behind him as he pushed deep. He held his hips steady as Flurry circled her hips, pushing her cock into Twilight and her plot back against Shining. Her gut bulged grossly, but her pussy was profusely wet, convulsing around him with each stroke.
Velvet and Night did their best to give a good show, making out as they sexed up the corpse between them, though their sobbing made it hard to be convincing. Night shivered, freezing as he pushed his cock balls-deep inside Twilight, forcing his hips against the dry friction of dead flesh. He was even more chaffed than Velvet's pussy was.
"Please don't execute my husband," Cadance muttered to Celestia, "I think I'm going to kill him myself."
Celestia smirked, "I get first dibs on his corpse when you're done then. And your little brat's, if you do her as well."
"Oh you bet I will, then I'll piss on her corpse while you rape it," seethed Cadance. "Little upstart thinks she can out-slut me... let's see how the little screamer screams as she dies."
"Mmm, yes," purred Celestia, reaching a hoof behind Cadance to stroke her cunt. "Everypony related to Twilight are collaborators and need to die horrible deaths. I think I'll pay a visit to the genealogical archives to make sure I get them all."
What Celestia didn't tell Cadance is that she was going to include family-by-marriage in that, but that could be a surprise for later. For now she kissed Cadance, rubbing her, enjoying the clueless pleasure of her imminent victim.
It had been too long since Celestia had a proper slaughter where she killed hundreds of innocents in a day, and she was sopping wet from it.
Meanwhile, Night was still throbbing hard in Twilight's cold meat. One might think he had a spell on him to keep his cock hard, but shamefully he didn't. His daughter's corpse, knowing how much agony he was putting her through, was so much hotter than her willing body had ever been.
It brought back fond memories of when he was first teaching her about sex as a filly, which mostly involved him and Shining raping her until she liked it. She'd never get used to this, and he couldn't help but groan at the thought. He pumped a huge load into her, swelling her stiff belly and packing his seed inside until it overflowed.
Velvet felt the same, and it even started to numb the pain of the repeated rapings she'd been through. The feel of her daughter's cold flesh and rough spine against her drove her wild, and she creamed all over it soon after Night had. The two moaned together.
Flurry was having a blast as well, doing her two favorite things at once: fucking a corpse and being fucked by Daddy. She aimed at her grandparents as she came, sending a spray of magical seed to rain down on him and giggling at the horror in their eyes.
Shining shivered violently as he watched Flurry cum. He pulled her back out of Twilight's head, then rammed his own shaft deeper. Knowing that the little monster could survive anything, he slammed right through the back of her womb and up into her gut.
Flurry rolled back her eyes as she was pierced, then gagged up his bloody tip as he impaled her completely. She turned Twilight's head around, kissing her auntie and letting Daddy fuck her muzzle right through Flurry's tiny little body.
Shining went off, making Flurry vomit seed both into Twilight's muzzle, then all over her face. He laughed at the look of agony on Twilight's face as he pulled back out, Flurry's freakish body sealing itself back together as he did so.
"Now we just need to think of a nice way to kill these fuckers," panted Shining.
"Whee!" Flurry flapped her wings and hovered, dick flapping beneath her as she did.
She apparently had an idea. After propping up Twilight’s torso and head next to Derpy, she dragged the convenient stocks that Celestia kept in the throne room into the center of the room. She dragged her whimpering grandparents, placing one in each so that they were facing together.
The rest of her idea made Celestia frown, or at least what was done to install it, but she allowed it. Flurry began ripping bricks out of the nearby wall, laying them one atop the other to box in the area with the two ponies heads in it. She used her magic to shrink the holes with their heads through them, making sure it was water tight.
It wasn't clear what she was doing until she picked up the corpses of the three guards she had slaughtered earlier. She held them above the makeshift trough, then twisted them and pulled on each end, watching their bellies burst and then wringing out their guts. Velvet and Night sputtered as a shower of guts rained down on their heads.
"Oh we're going to drown them in guts," laughed Cadance, "Well that works. Shining, do you want to fuck the whore cunt that expelled your sorry ass while she dies?"
"Nah, I've fucked that hole plenty," Shining said, completely not picking up on Cadence's anger like the clueless stallion he was. "I'm gonna rape Dad's asshole instead. You can rape the whore cunt I came out of if you want."
"Good enough," Cadance narrowed her eyes, then looked at Velvet's shivering plot, blood and dried cum drooling from her cunt still. "Consider this punishment for raising such worthless foals."
Shining pulled himself up behind Night, grinning as he wrapped his forelegs around the stallions hips. He grinded his pulsing shaft between his father's ass cheeks several times before forcing the tip inside. Night groaned and clenched his tail hole at the sudden invasion, and Shining groaned even louder as he rammed balls-deep.
"That's it, clench down in agony." Shining moaned as he began powerful thrusts, grinning as he felt the first trickles of blood drooling off his swinging ball sack.
Cadance grunted slightly. Velvet wasn't sobbing hard enough, so prior to mounting, she pushed her horn to the bloody fuck hole and rammed deep. Velvet squealed as Cadance sent a surge of energy through her, lighting up her whole nervous system. Velvet's screams echoed through the throne room as her whole body convulsed.
Cadance ripped her horn back, then opened her mouth wide as urine began to stream down Velvet's hind legs. She guzzled the piss, then only opened wider when Velvet shit herself. gargling the mixture of piss and diarrhea in her muzzle before spitting up a fountain of it and letting it coat her face in stink.
Now eager to get her throbbing hard-on into the sobbing mare's bits, she pulled herself up onto her. She began to thrust hard, alternating between cunt and ass, pummeling one and then the other back and forth, rolling her eyes back in bliss.
As she pounded the milf's plot, Cadence leaned forward, vomiting up the waste that she'd just guzzled down all over Velvet's head. Velvet's sobbing was punctuated with gurgles as she tried not to take too much of it in, and it puddled with the gore at the bottom of the drowning cube.
Flurry wasn't left out. She landed atop Night's head, facing Velvet. She sat herself down against her grandfather's horn, pushing it up into her own well-fucked foal pussy. As she did, she grasped hold of Velvet's head, jerking it upward and pushing her throbbing member between her lips.
As Velvet gagged on Flurry's cock, her neck bulged, the shape of the magic shaft visible moving in and out. As she impaled herself and her grandma, Flurry let herself loose as well, emptying both her bowels and bladder.
If there was one thing foals did well it was shitting themselves, and Flurry showed her prowess. Velvet choked on a stream of urine from Flurry's pulsing member, as another stream poured down Night's face from her tightly-stretched cunt. Wet shit splattered down the back of Night's head, matting his fur and mixing with the gooey mess as it got higher still.
Having gotten the idea of what Flurry was doing, and wanting to give her something else other than themselves to fill it with, several guards began hauling in bodies from the party. Flurry took them as they were presented, ripping each apart to rain down guts upon herself. She rubbed the gore into her fur and spontaneously creamed from the amount of death surrounding her, sending a swirl of white into the gunk beneath. Even a foal her age knew how hot mass murder was.
"I'll be the first to cum in your dead ass, Dad," Shining moaned, "I've always wanted to be the one to end your sorry life."
"I'm going to end your whole family's life, including yours," groaned Cadence, though Shining was again too stupid to pick up on her intent. The love princess was already having visions of snuffing her idiot husband and brat of a daughter.
Then, Cadence wanted to go home to the Crystal Empire and have a big competition on who got to knock her up next. She'd snuff the losers, and the winner once she was knocked up. Then as soon as the foal was old enough to properly beg for mercy, she'd snuff its little light out too. It wasn't like she needed an heir or anything, being immortal.
Vinyl, Octavia and her band, Fleur and Fancy, each corpse was ripped open in turn, the level of gore quickly rising. As it got high enough for the pair to have to strain to hold their heads above it, Flurry yanked her dick out of Velvet's throat and expelled another load of fluid into the mess. She showered both of their heads with white, making the gore around him a shade lighter.
Finally sated, Flurry backed off, sitting in one side of the pool, soaking in it like it was a hot tub. She grinned, waiting eagerly to see her grandparents die, rubbing her little pussy with both front hooves as she did.
Finally, the grandparents couldn’t keep their heads above the surface, and their muzzles filled with the mixture of nastiness. Bubbles broke the surface, but ceased as the two ran out of air and inhaled the burning bloody mixture into their lungs. Their bodies thrashed delightfully on the other side of the tub, massaging both Shining and Cadence as they went at it.
Shining shivered as he pounded his dad’s asshole as hard as he could, groaning as his balls bounced against Night’s. He pulled himself close to feel Night’s struggles, sliding hooves around to feel of the fluttering thump of Night’s heart as his lungs heaved another breath of gore and shit. He shook violently, but held himself the best he could, not wanting to cream until he felt that heart stop.
Finally it fluttered unstably, and Shining let loose. As his heart was stopping, Night’s tailhole was getting flooded with his son’s seed. Shining’s orgasmic convulsions were matched by Night’s deathgasm as Shining pounded him to overflowing, the fresh corpse’s belly bulging with the load of Shining’s seed.
Cadence enjoyed Velvet every bit as much, though her eyes were on Shining and Flurry, the thought of what she’d do to them doing as much to get her off as Velvet’s cunt spasms. She tried her best to hold her own load until Velvet was dead, but she wasn’t sure if she did. She blasted the womb full until Velvet’s belly stretched as well, and when she finally came to a stop, Velvet’s death-urination was flowing down their legs.
Flurry squealed in delight as well, creaming herself one more time as her grandparents died. For the first time, she realized how much better it felt when it was family she was murdering, and even she eyed her parents thoughtfully.
All this time, Twilight had a pretty good view of what was going on, helpless as she was, and for the time being her face was twisted more with anger than agony. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t been able to kill her parents personally. She had so many great ideas for it too!
Not just that, but Shining, Cadence, and Flurry! Twilight had been going to surprise them the first day of her rule by publicly raping and murdering them all at her coronation as queen. Now rather than her enjoying their corpses indefinitely, they were going to get to enjoy hers.
Unless, of course, her creation showed up. She kept hoping that the creature that killed her would kill all of them as well, but had been sorely disappointed that it hadn’t as of yet. It was a small comfort that at least her parents had gotten a horrible death, but she wanted to see everyone in this room die one.
“Want to give your wife a spin?” panted Cadence over to Shining, figuring she may as well get her use out of him, “Maybe inside the ‘hot tub’?”
“Yeah right,” Shining laughed, “You know I’m not gonna plow your boring plot when Celestia and Luna are nearby.”
“I’m your wife,” growled Cadence.
“You’re third choice,” pointed out Shining, “The only reason I married you is because the hotter princesses didn’t want to be married.”
“Fine,” growled Cadence again, yanking her wet dick out of Velvet’s dead pussy, using her magic to put their bloody daughter on her back, “You have fun with the ‘hotter’ princesses, then come see me when you’re done. So I can kill you.”
“Yeah yeah, okay,” Shining didn’t seem like he was listening, instead yanking himself out of Night and turning to see what Celestia was up to, “Huh…”
Cadence took a deep breath, and walked out of the throne room. Maybe she could get some fresh air in one of the towers.
“Is Momma gonna kill Dada?” asked Flurry once they were out. She was so perceptive.
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26. Luna Reminds Celestia Who Is Best Princess
Celestia kept an eye on the family fun, but not a very close one. She’d seen plenty of families murder one another, and generally considered it boring if they weren’t being forced to kill them.
Luckily for her, she had brought other fun. She wanted today to go down in history as a slaughter, so had put a lot of thought into excuses to murder more ponies. One such excuse is that since Twilight’s Ponyville friends were all apparently dead, she’d kill Twilight’s old Canterlot friends as collaborators instead.
Indeed, that’s who four of the bundles she’d brought were. She tugged the four out of the pile, and began to unravel them, grinning as she uncovered the terrified forms of Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, and Moondancer.
“I swear I didn’t collaborate I swear!” Moondancer said as soon as her gag was loosened, making Celestia chuckle. “I’m too boring to rebel!”
“Oh I know,” said Celestia, “I was just looking for a reason to kill some more hotties. You should take it as a compliment that I find you sexy enough to really enjoy your agonizing deaths.”
“How you gonna kill us?” Minuette asked curiously, taking things far more casually than she should, but it wasn’t like she could get out of it anyway.
“Well there’s a method I haven’t used in a few centuries, but I just found the… torture thingie and decided I missed it,” Celestia explained. “It’s a large bronze statue of myself, hollow, that I’m going to stuff you inside and then light a fire under it. When you scream, it will sound like the statue is moaning!”
“Please don’t do that,” sobbed Lemon. “I’ll do anything… except you know… die.”
“Do we have to die with Minuette?” cried Twinkleshine, “She’s been sort of annoying through this whole ordeal. I’d rather not spend my last moments beside her.”
“That’ll sound hilarious!” Minuette chuckled, “To you, not for us, I’ll just have to try to imagine I guess.”
“I’m glad you agree!” nodded Celestia to Minuette, “It’s nice to have victims that understand how fun killing them is. They don’t want to die with you though, so how about we play a game. I’ll give you a cock, and if you can manage to cum in all three of them in the next 15 minutes, I’ll let you out!”
“It would be pretty nice to give them a good fucking… especially that uptight bitch Moondancer… I’m in! Literally!” Minuette agreed, “No need to let me out though, you’ll probably just kill me in an even more painful method.”
“Oh you know me so well,” smiled Celestia, “Thanks for being such a good sport about me torturing you to death. Have a dick!”
Minuette clenched her teeth, knowing it would hurt, groaning as her pussy turned itself inside out and reshaped into a dick, the grotesque sound of her flesh tearing audible as blood drooled down the new shaft onto the floor. The shaft had a metallic gleam, shards of bone jutting out at odd angles to make it more of a torture implement than a sex organ.
“That’ll hurt to use,” informed Celestia, “So you’ll just have to derive pleasure from their agony as you rape them.”
“That makes sense,” Minuette nodded between gritted teeth.
Celestia’s horn glowed and there was a flash of light as the bronze Celestia was teleported next to her. The large statue had a look of pleasure on its face, positioned to sit back on its haunches with both hooves between its hind legs, appropriately modeled after Celestia masturbating. Celestia opened up its back and picked the mares up one at a time.
The three other than Minuette sobbed as they were placed in, squirming delightfully and having to be held down until it closed. Minuette was quieter, poking at her new dick curiously and twitching in pain each time she touched it. She was dropped inside, landing atop Moondancer, who eeped as the spikey dick jabbed her back. The top was closed and their sobbing already sounded rather hot through the magical head. Now that ponies were inside it, the enchantments would activate and it would slowly heat until there wasn’t much more than slop inside.
“Having fun, sister?” Luna asked from behind Celestia, “You’ve had a lot of fun today haven’t you? There are a lot of corpses in the ballroom, more than we invited in fact.”
“Hm? Oh that,” chuckled Celestia, “I called in ponies to clean up the corpses before the aphrodisiac mist wore out, so they probably all murdered each other too.”
“Were those terrifying mutant things your idea?” asked Luna.
“Hm?” asked Celestia, “I did hear that Twilight created a monster, did it show up and get killed too?”
“There wasn’t just one,” informed Luna, “There were at least two dozen.” She shrugged, “I’m sure it’s nothing. At any rate I wanted to do something before I went to sleep.”
“And what’s that, sister?” asked Celestia, barely even listening to her.
Celestia suddenly felt Luna’s magic grasp her head, which was promptly slammed into the marble floor, breaking her nose with a crack. Celestia instinctively lashed back with her magic, but Luna’s own energy wrapped about her horn, twisting and bending it just short enough to break it. It send waves of torment through Celestia’s head and kept her from casting.
“Remind you of your place, sister,” Luna grinned slowly. “You may have killed hundreds today, but I can still kill you any time I wish.”
That was all too true, as much as Celestia hated it. Celestia was powerful, but she was also effectively a thousand years older than Luna due to Luna’s stasis on the Moon, a stasis that was obviously poorly thought through on Celestia’s part, because now that Luna was back, she really was at Luna’s mercy.
Celestia glanced about. The family fun was ignoring her, but there were a number of guards watching, guards that she didn’t want to look weak in front of. She’d have to do what she always did in such situations with Luna; pretend she wants it so that it doesn’t appear that she’s been overpowered.
“Mm, yes sister,” Celestia obediently moaned, even though humiliation and anger burned inside her, “Wreck my naughty murderous plot, you know I deserve it.”
Luna smirked, knowing exactly what Celestia was trying to do, but didn’t mind. If ponies thought Celestia was more powerful it just meant that Celestia had to perform more responsibilities than Luna did. Luna only had to drag herself out of bed when there was a problem that no one else could solve, which hadn’t happened in quite some time. The knowledge that she could easily murder Celestia at any time was enough for her.
Meanwhile Minuette found herself tightly pressed against Moondancer. Moondancer’s squirming would have been delightful if it weren’t rubbing against Minuette’s dick, and the barest touch send waves of pain through it. She’d just have to make up for it by hurting the insufferable bitch beneath her.
Minuette shivered as she drew her hips back, dragging her throbbing member against Moondancer’s behind before positioning at her slit and driving forward. Being the loser that she was, Moondancer was still a virgin, and she jerked as Minuette pushed through her hymen, adding Moondancer’s blood to the red drooling down the shaft.
Minuette clenched her teeth again as she pushed deeper, but moaned at the cry of pain from Moondancer. She sliced the fuck tunnel into strips on her very first thrust, drilling through Moondancer’s cervix, tearing it open and pushing into her womb. She began to thrust, each heave of her hips eliciting a scream from Moondancer, spasms of pain ripping through her, bellowing out of the statue in the process.
The unbelievable torment she was causing to Moondancer made the agony of the pain-stick completely worth it, and Minuette grinned as she increased her speed, blood and bits of flesh drooling down her balls each time she withdrew, wet flesh tearing audibly even with the screams of the ponies inside the statue.
Feeling Lemon’s plot pressed against her head, Minuette slid her head down and pushed her horn to Lemon’s tight little ass, forcing it in as well. She didn’t have a horn restraint on; Celestia had no need to protect herself against the weak magic of mortals, so Minuette charged her horn up as much as she could and shot energy through Lemon’s body, causing her to screech as Minuette began to horn-fuck her asshole.
Minuette found herself laughing as she brutally raped two of her friends. She had been wrong; the sound of screaming and sobbing sounded rather hilarious inside the brazen statue as well.
The statue was heating up as they continued, slowly enough that they could adjust to the heat for the moment, though it was quickly reaching the point where they’d be unable to. The air inside became stuffy, and it felt hard to breathe, yet none of them felt close to passing out, the magic of the torment device making sure they wouldn’t lose consciousness.
Outside, Luna was yanked Celestia’s tail upward and forced her hind legs apart. She pulled herself up atop her, and Celestia felt not one but two throbbing shafts between Luna’s hind legs. These were forced forward violently, invading Celestia’s holes, stretching out her drenched cunt lips widely, as well as her dry sphincter, chafing inside her tailhole as the unlubed rod was forced inside.
Celestia tried not to tear up, but failed as she often did with Luna. Luna moaned and leaned forward to lick off the tears as she began to thrust violently, hammering through Celestia’s cervix and pushing deep enough into her ass that it felt like her intestinal wall would give to the impacts.
“Yes, weep delicious tears,” Luna moaned, “Such a worthless slut for your sister’s cocks.”
“My body is yours for the using,” Celestia moaned, “I’ll always been a cock-fiend for you.”
It was hard not to look angry and embarrassed. Luna’s cocks hurt a bit, but not nearly as bad as the fact that she was being used on her special murder-fun-day. She squeezed her holes, massaging Luna’s shafts, rather eagerly since she wanted her to get Luna off quickly so maybe she’d go to sleep and leave Celestia to her murder-fucking.
Luna jerked Celestia’s head up and slammed it back down onto the marble floor. She grinned, cocks throbbing just from the power trip as she repeatedly slammed Celestia’s face into the floor until there was a puddle of blood there, several teeth bouncing across the floor.
Luna arched her back and creamed into both of Celestia’s holes, pumping her womb full of fertile seed, even if Celestia would just fuck the brat to death as soon as it was born again. The shaft in Celestia’s ass rammed right up into her gut through the intestinal walls and blasted seed into her guts, and Luna kept packing both holes for another few minutes as Celestia’s belly swelled.
Inside the statue, Minuette blasted her own load, though Moondancer didn’t have much of a womb left to fill. She was so chopped up inside that her vaginal walls had long torn away and Minuette was grinding her intestinal tract to a pulp, blasting the burning cum into the soupy remains.
Minuette felt the metal scald her rump each time she drew back her hips and touched it, and Moondancer screamed as it burned at her belly and legs. Minuette realized she had to hurry to fuck all her friends, so she ripped her horn free of Lemon and crawled forward. As Moondancer’s rear entry was unplugged, her guts spilled out into the floor and began to boil.
Her jagged cock sliced into the sobbing Moondancer’s back as she wriggled forward, her back now in full contact with the metal above her, the smell of all of their singing fur filling the tight void around her. Minuette laughed as she forced her cock into Lemon’s asshole, though with the damage it’d do, it probably didn’t matter which hole she plugged. By the time she creamed, there would just be a gaping hole where both pussy and ass had been.
Minuette grabbed hold of Twinkleshine’s plot and pushed her muzzle against her soft slit, the fluid from which was already steaming out from the heat. She eagerly ate out the mare in front of her, literally, grabbing her labia in her teeth and pulling back her head, twisting and yanking until the flesh came free, suckling the bleeding hole as she swallowed it down.
Minuette’s body was in just as much agony as Lemon when Minuette rammed hard, ripping through her insides like wet putty, but that was fine with her. She’d always wanted to really let go and murder her friends like she’d seen other ponies enjoy, and now she had no reason not to. She’d enjoy the moment as it killed her.
Outside, Luna wasn’t done with Celestia, yanking free only to leap to the other end with a flap of her wings. Both throbbing shafts were pushed into Celestia’s now mostly toothless muzzle, and Celestia was treated to the taste of her own shit and blood as she was forced to choke down both of the cream dispensers that had just left her holes drooling.
Luna rammed hard and fast, Celestia’s neck bulging with the double girths. Luna flipped Celestia around so that she could grind her hooves against Celestia’s breasts as she pounded her face, rubbing her nipples raw. Luna’s magic squeezed Celestia’s neck, both to give a tighter fit and to cut off her air.
“Get me off before you suffocate, now sister,” Luna moaned.
Celestia would never admit it, but this part always terrified her. Living for so long, Celestia was absolutely terrified of the thought of her life ending, and she had no doubt that Luna would murder her if she failed to get her off. Celestia had become very good at making Luna cum a second time, and could hold her breath a lot longer than a normal mortal, but Luna had also gotten very good at holding it in too.
The statue next to them groaned more than them, and inside Minuette creamed her second bloody load into Lemon’s gaping hole. She felt Lemon’s guts slopping out down her legs and pooling into the boiling pit of the statue.
Minuette sobbed herself as she tried to crawl forward again. Her back had become stuck to the top from the heat, and she had to literally rip the skin off her back to move forward, which only left her bare muscle rubbing the top as she crawled up onto Twinkleshine.
“You didn’t want to die with me, hm?” Minuette could barely speak, “Well you’re going to die with my dick inside you, how’s that?”
“Fuck you,” Twinkleshine blurted out, vomiting shortly after as she felt her own flesh boiling from her body.
By the time she got atop Twinkleshine, she could barely move, but Minuette managed to take the plunge into the half-eaten pussy. Twinkle was on her back, so Minuette forced a kiss onto her as well, steam bellowing from both their muzzles as their saliva boiled off their gums, and their flesh blistered painfully.
Minuette was less thrusting now and more twitching violently, her whole body spasming in torment. Twinkle convulsed beneath her, and Minuette wasn’t even sure if she was still alive, but rammed her searing hot pussy nonetheless.
This time, what Minuette did was less cumming and more her cock literally exploding inside Twinkle, blasting gore into the hole as their bodies melted together. Their flesh began to break apart as their blood literally boiled out of their body.
They all knew they should be long dead now, but the magic of the brazen Celestia kept them alive even as their bodies burned and fell apart. The magic channeled through their bodies, not just burning them, but melting them into slush, organs spilling free as their guts burst grotesquely, bones becoming brittle and snapping apart.
Luna grinned did eventually blow her load in Celestia’s throat after a great deal of throat-working by Celestia, but she held herself inside. She grinned down at Celestia and stroked her face, murder in her eyes, just enjoying the terror in Celestia’s.
“Mmm, the way you beg for your life with those eyes,” moaned Luna as she pumped Celestia’s stomach full, “You knew it was only a matter of time until I killed you.”
Celestia felt herself dimming, trying to struggle but too weak to move herself. Luna had never held her this long, and for a moment she was sure that Luna would go through with it. But suddenly she felt herself draw in a breath as Luna yanked her dicks free and splashed one last blast of cum into her eyes.
Celestia’s eyes burned, as she collapsed on the floor, heaving, with Luna’s laughter ringing in her ears as she left the throne room.
“Th-Thank you, I loved it,” Celestia stammered, desperately trying to save face in front of the guards that were staring at her. At least now that Luna departed, her magic was no longer held, and she could freely regenerate the damage.
Inside the statue, the ponies within were finally fading, though their bodies had been completely reduced to slime. The soup of guts and bone sharps sloshed about, bubbling from the intense heat.
As the noise from the head ceased, the statue detected that its occupants had finally gotten away from their torment and released. The slime was squeezed out the back of the statue, effectively shitting them out all over the floor, sending a splash and wave of gore about the room.
“Whoa,” Shining looked lover to Celestia as the gore splashed all over him as well, “We could have used that stuff just now.” He looked at Celestia, “You don’t look so good, Princess… wanna fuck?”
“Why the fuck not,” Celestia wobbled as she pulled herself off the floor.
27. Celestia Makes A New Outfit
Celestia didn’t really feel like doing much of anything at the moment, but didn’t want to say no either. That’d make it apparent how much Luna took out of her, and Celestia’s pride wouldn’t allow that.
Maybe she could make herself a show to watch while she fucked Shining to get herself drenched again. She unwrapped the last three bundles, to reveal the last three seaponies.
“Shining, meet the last three sea ponies alive,” Celestia said, “Queen Novo, Princess Skystar, and Prince Farsky. The princess and prince are twins, you know.”
”We gonna kill them while we fuck or wait until after?” Shining asked, trotting over to Celestia with his boner hanging shamelessly beneath him.
“Just get it over with,” sniffled Skystar. Otherwise the trio were relatively quiet, just staring into space. Having one’s entire species murdered had that effect on ponies.
“Oh I’m not killing them now,” laughed Celestia, “See, one thing that disappointed me was that Novo didn’t have any infant foals for me to murder in front of her, so I’m going to have Prince Non-canon here plow a foal into his sister and mother. Then I can murder those in front of them before killing them!”
“Sounds hot!” agreed Shining.
“Can’t you at least let us be hippogriffs??” Farsky asked, “It’s not exactly easy to flop around like a fish.”
“Oh your fancy sea-witchcraft stays bound,” informed Celestia, “So you’ll have to flop around with them a bit to get this done. I’ll even let you choose which to impregnate first!”
“You monster,” Novo muttered.
“Thank you!” said Celestia sincerely, “Now best get to it, lest I decide to come up with even worse ways for you to die, or decide to give you a fate worse than death like I did my faithless student and her retarded friend over there.”
“Stop yakkin’ and start packin’,” Shining chuckled.
It took a moment for Celestia to realize he was talking to her and not the sea ponies. She growled, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him down onto the slick floor on his back. Some stallions just didn’t know their place. She was tempted to end him now, but had been looking forward to watching Cadence vent her rage on him instead, so she’d have to settle for violent sex for now.
Celestia squeezed Shining’s neck in her magic to keep him quiet as she tugged his dick up and pushed it against her entrance, which was still sore and a bit bloody from Luna’s attention. She pushed herself down regardless, grunting as Shining’s shaft was enveloped within her warm fuck-flesh.
Even as Shining rolled his eyes back in bliss, Celestia formed herself a new dick. Instead of having it grow from her clit as it often did, she had it grow from her tailhole. Part of her intestines seemed to turn inside out into a grotesque prolapse, which forced itself against Shining’s tight ass, making him jerk as the thick meat invaded his tailhole. Shining’s face clenched in pain a bit, but he rolled his hips against her movements.
Meanwhile Farsky looked back and forth between his mother and sister. Unlike the average perverted land pony, he hadn’t considered boning his family so much. At the same time, he didn’t want to make their deaths even worse, so was determined to go through with the tyrant’s demands.
He squirmed across the floor toward Skystar, who looked at him and shook her head slowly. She didn’t resist too much as he rolled her onto her back and pulled himself up atop her, but began to sob harder when she felt his shaft hardening slowly from the heat of her slick warm pussy pressed against it.
It was awkward, not only from them being twins, but from the fact that both were virgins and they were out of water atop that. He clasped his legs with her own, wrapping tail-tips to keep himself steady. His dolphin-like prehensile shaft wormed its way against her slit and pressed between those hot folds. She was dry as could be, and he already felt himself chaff as he forced his way into her tightness, hymen stretching and popping around him.
She cried out in pain, but he moaned at the flesh now squeezing him so delightfully. He thrust, going deeper with each flex of his hips. Her crying before had made him concerned, but now that she was crying specifically because he was raping her, it sounded hot as hell. He grasped her more tightly and moved faster, his belly smacking against her own as he pushed his tip up into her womb, cock snaking about the hot pocket that would soon carry his foal.
The sight of the sibling rape helped Celestia’s mood. She began to move her hips faster too, the loud slap of her belly against Shining’s alternating with the smack of the fish-bellies. She grasped Novo’s head in her magic, forcing her to look at her children fucking. When Novo tried to close her eyes, Celestia tore her eyelids off, chuckling at how she screamed.
“You don’t want to miss your foals’ special moment together now do you?” Celestia giggled.
Celestia continued to work her tunnel around Shining’s cock, but decided he was enjoying it too much. She reshaped her insides a bit, adding barbs along the inside of her fuck pocket, grinning as Shining’s eyes went wide. Soon he felt less like he was in a goddess and more like he was fucking a pile of rocks. Celestia held him down there as she continued to watch the sea pony madness.
Farsky was getting more into it by the second. At first he tried to hide how much he was enjoying his sister’s unwilling twat, but eventually was drooling all over her face as he pounded her. It wasn’t just him getting into it, as Skystar’s pussy was getting wetter with each stroke, soon drooling cunt honey down his balls.
She arched her back against her brother, twirling her tail more tightly with his and pulling him close. They exchanged a deep kiss, his violent strokes now returned by equally eager hip thrusts from her. She couldn’t help it; her twin’s cock felt so perfect inside her, like they were molded for one another’s pleasure.
“That’s it, fuck a foal into me brother!” Skystar moaned, forgetting for a moment that the foal would be doomed to die.
Skystar’s cunt convulsed as she orgasmed on her twin’s throbbing shaft. He squealed, following soon after by blasting a load of his fertile spunk into her womb. He packed it hard until her stomach was bulging with his juice.
Farsky was no longer hesitant, and no sooner had he yanked his wet dick from Skystar’s pussy than he was flopping over to their mother.
“No please,” Novo was less eager.
Her children were happy to rape the one that spit them out though; it wasn’t like they’d be alive a whole lot longer to regret it. Skystar moved behind her, pulling her legs behind her back to hold her steady as Farsky pulled himself up atop her. The twins kissed deeply over Novo’s shoulder as he positioned himself against the slit he came from.
They licked either side of her face to taste her tears, and she yelped as he forced himself into her milf hole. He moaned and began thrusting rapidly, the tension of his mother’s cunt squeezing him so firmly driving him wild. Even Skystar began to grind her pussy against their mother’s back, smudging her and Farsky’s juice against her.
Unlike Skystar, Novo didn’t get into it, but that didn’t stop him. The harder she sobbed, the hotter it felt to force himself into her. Novo shook violently at the horror she was enduring. It was one thing for ponies to torment and rape her, but a whole other thing for it to be her own children doing it.
“We might not live for much longer,” panted Farsky, “But you’re our slut for however much time we have left, Mom! Now time to get came in by the one that came out!”
The twins kissed Novo together as he creamed his load into her, sending a torrent of fertile seed into their mother’s womb. He had done what Celestia demanded now and could stop, but he didn’t want to. Instead he pulled free of his mother’s juicy cunt only to force his way into her dry asshole, straining as he forced his way inside.
“Gonna fuck every hole you have, Mom!” Farsky moaned.
Celestia kept her hips moving, though honestly Shining was boring her. If not for the show the sea sluts were putting on, she’d probably have snapped his neck from the boredom. Maybe she could spice things up a bit.
Celestia creamed hard on Shining’s dick, her pussy lost in convulsions, but of course her prolapse dick didn’t have any cum to offer. Instead, there was a grotesque gassy sound as she took a shit into his asshole. Shining’s body swelled as he convulsed in return, the force of the torrent forcing his own contents up through his system.
Shining violently vomited up the contents of his stomach, followed quickly by the contents of his intestines, a fountain of gooey turds splattering from his face. Once his was used up, he began to vomit up Celestia’s as well. She leaned forward, giving him a kiss, smearing his and her crap all over her face before gulping several large chunks.
Lost in her shit-feasting, she didn’t notice when the throne room door opened and a certain Monster skittered across the floor, taking a lap of the smelly goo that was now coating most of the floor. It had Celestia’s plot in its sights though. At this point most of Canterlot was being murdered by Monster’s children and descendants, but the princesses were for it alone.
It slammed right into Celestia, knocking her off of Shining and sending her sprawling across the floor. She looked up to see who dared to do such a thing to her while she was clearly busy eating her own shit, and began to laugh.
“If it isn’t Twilight’s monster!” Celestia laughed, “Goodness you really are ugly! I guess this means Twilight gets to watch me put an end to her experiment!”
The idea that she might lose to such a creature didn’t occur to Celestia. So instead she just slid up onto her throne, giving it a wink and spreading out her hind legs, returning her body to its normal mare form to give the creature a go.
“Cum on now,” Celestia encouraged, “You deserve a go at divine cunt for all the chaos you’ve caused, enjoy yourself a bit before I end your miserable life.” She wrapped her magic snugly about Monster’s throat, “When you cum, you die, seems fair, right?”
Monster didn’t answer as usual, though Celestia figured that was more from being too deranged to speak rather than it not being worried about the consequences. Celestia just smirked and spread her legs, wrapping her flowing tail about the hideous creature’s plot. At the very least it was sporting two shafts to double her fun, which should be fun. More fun than Luna, since now Celestia felt like she was in complete control of the situation.
Monster ran its disturbingly long tongue over Celestia’s face, which she suckled on eagerly. She pushed her hips up against the pulsating barbed monstrosities that it presented and it rammed home hard. Celestia tensed up, massaging both shafts as she was invaded. The upper shaft slammed against her cervix on the first punch, the other stretching out her tight ass.
It began to thrust eagerly, punching into her womb and smacking bellies as it forced its entire massive shafts into her within a few thrusts. The lower one rammed right through the curve in her intestines and into her gut, sending pain shooting up through her body, but she didn’t care, still confident she could take it out at will. She pushed her hips more firmly as she felt it puncture the back of her womb as well, shivering and suckling its tongue right down her throat as if deep-throating it.
Shining found himself alone, and had little idea what was going on, so he simply turned to watch the show with Celestia and Monster. Well it was definitely ugly, but he could see that glistening slit between its legs. He didn’t get off yet with Celestia, so may as well take a dip in the monstrous cunt.
He slid up behind Monster, who growled aggressively, but he figured that Celestia wouldn’t let it hurt him, so grasped its bucking hips and bucked his own throbbing fuck spire into its sopping wet honey pot. For an ugly bitch, it had a heavenly hot pocket. He rolled his eyes back and rammed his hips in time with its own movements, balls smacking its own with each stroke.
“What the fuck is this thing anyway?” panted Shining.
“Something Twilight made to kill me,” Celestia grunted. That reminded her; she turned Twilight’s head to make sure she could watch as Celestia killed her creation.
The sea ponies didn’t even register the new fun, lost in their own lewd act, at least until Farsky creamed a load into his mother’s asshole. He registered Shining and Celestia’s conversation, staring over at the strange creature for a moment.
“One hole left,” Skystar reminded him with a kiss.
“Oh right,” Farsky nodded and grinned.
Farsky tugged his shaft from its current home, and waddled about to turn around. Skystar assisted as he forced his shit-covered shaft into their mother’s crying muzzle. Skystar stayed where she was, slurping and lapping at his balls, enjoying the taste of her mother’s cunt and ass that were still all over them.
The feeling of his mother gagging on his cock was incredible. It was so incredible, in fact, that he was starting to understand why Celestia enjoyed tormenting ponies so much. He started having thoughts about doing a lot more than just raping her.
“We should kill her,” moaned Skystar as she creamed warm fuck juice against their mother’s back side.
“You took the words right out of my muzzle!” Farsky grinned.
This would be great; it’d fuck over Celestia since she wanted to do this herself, and let them have a sexy experience before they had to die.
“Mmph?” Novo gagged and began to struggle more strongly, but it only made her rapist offspring groan more.
Farsky grasped her hooves around her mother’s neck, squeezing firmly with a grin on her face. She watched as Novo’s face became increasingly blue, eating up the terror in her eyes at what her own children were doing to her.
Monster wasn’t sure why so many ponies seemed to cooperate even knowing that it wanted to kill them, but wasn’t arguing since it was less exertion on its part. It shivered at the feel of warm blood drooling down its balls from Celestia’s bleeding holes, and smirked as she tightened her telepathic grip around its neck.
Celestia creamed hard, another torrent of blood and cum bubbling out from her pussy, Monster straining not to go off too quickly. Shining too dropped a load into its soggy cunt, cum filling its womb like a balloon and then oozed out over its organs through the perforated flesh of its overused womb.
It knew though what Celestia was planning. Especially with the eager look on her face, waiting for it to cum so she could snap its neck. Sadly for her, it had an easy way around that. It bellowed as it finally did cream its load inside her, convulsing violently. She wrenched its neck, grinning as she did so, and for a moment looked very pleased with herself.
Despite its ‘death’ though, it continued to pump its load into her. Her belly swelled as cream poured through the punctured holes into her gut, and it didn’t stop. She tried to push Monster off of her, but its cocks had knotted firmly into her holes. It wasn’t even with just knots, they had grown spikes to dig into her flesh and hold them inside.
The point that Celestia really got freaked out was when she realized Monster was deflating, as if it wasn’t just pouring cum inside her, but as if its entire insides were liquifying and pouring out through its dicks like hoses. Celestia yelped as she realized that the guts weren’t just liquified, they were becoming acidic inside of her.
For the first time ever, she felt the same kind of abject horror that her victims usually felt. She panicked, kicking at Monster, and succeeding in finally kicking it off of her, as well as Shining. Shining landed upon his back, but the Monster that landed atop him was an empty husk. The real Monster was now inside her, churning about and burning into her guts.
Shining stared at Celestia as she convulsed, slowly realizing that she was actually dying. A creature that could kill Celestia? He should run; definitely.
Instead, he grabbed hold of Monster’s shed flesh and pushed his dick through the hole that had once been its pussy, which was still drenched with honey and cum. He pushed deep and wrapped the excess flesh tightly around his dick, jacking off with what remained as he eagerly watched Celestia get what was cumming to her.
For a while it was a battle between Monster dissolving her insides and Celestia’s healing factor, but her attempts to survive only served to extend her suffering. She screamed so loudly that it rattled the windows, not that there were any guards left to come to her aid; they were all either snuffed or being snuffed by Monster’s many offspring.
Celestia sobbed outright. She had gone from a confident immortal to suddenly facing the death that she thought she’d never face. She tried to beg, but her lungs were being split into shreds. She was running out of magic, and her healing rate could no longer keep up. She felt her insides, organs, bones, and all, ripped into tiny pieces, slowly replaced by Monster’s organs as it literally stole her skin.
Celestia vomited up a fountain of blood all over Shining. He groaned; watching Celestia die was just too hot to stop or flee. Instead he just grinned widely, rubbing her gore into his fur with one hoof as the other stroked the loose flesh around his still throbbing stallion-hood.
Meanwhile, Farsky creamed into his mother’s muzzle even as her eyes were rolling back. It was at this point that the three sea ponies felt Celestia’s restraints on them vanish, and looked over to realize what was happening.
“Oh, we can escape,” Farsky panted as he blasted a load into Novo’s stomach.
“Let’s kill Mom anyway,” suggested Skystar, then wrenched her neck hard to snap it.
As Farsky withdrew his bloody shaft, Novo convulsed, choking on her blood as her children left her there. No longer restrained, the twins shifted from their true sea pony forms to hippogriff forms, and turned to go.
They didn’t leave alone though. Celestia had said that this was Twilight’s monster, and that Derpy was Twilight’s friend, so they owed the two their lives. Skystar picked up Twilight’s torso and head, tying them securely to her back to take with her. Farsky grabbed Derpy’s limp corpse as well, draping her over his back before the twins fled out the front of the throne room. Luckily for them, most of the monsters in the palace were busy, though getting out of the city was going to be difficult.
Just as they were leaving, Celestia was in her final death throes, Twilight’s face watching with a somewhat smug expression as they departed.
Shining creamed so hard that the limp Monster Skin looked like it might reinflate for a moment, cum pouring out of its muzzle and all over Celestia just as she was convulsing her last. He was now a bit too out of it to realize that he should probably flee now that he’d gotten off. When Celestia’s body sat up again and looked at him, he blinked.
“Celestia?” he asked, taking a step back.
The only answer he got was ‘Celestia’ bowling him over onto his back again. At first he grinned, thinking that she was fine and about to finish their previous activities, but something seemed amiss. She lifted up his rump, Monster pushing both its cocks out through Celestia’s pussy, which stretched tightly around them. Monster slammed its hips forward, invading Shining’s tail hole, giving what little remained of Celestia a reverse fucking as he plowed Shining through her.
Shining moaned as the double shafts gave his asshole a spectacular stretching, even though they felt like they were carving his insides up in the process.
“Oh yeah treat me like a proper little faggot,” Shining moaned, “But just to ask… are you gonna kill me?”
Celestia-Monster nodded with a large grin.
“Wait, I have a family!” said Shining, “You’re gonna kill them too, right?”
Another nod.
“Well at least I have that then,” said Shining. He was a ‘glass half full’ kind of stallion.
Murdering a literal goddess had Monster riled up more than it ever had been, so it wasn’t able to hold its load even after all it’d done today. It went off like a geyser, a mixture of cum and Celestia’s sliced and diced guts. It went off so hard that it shot right up into Shining’s gut, the stallion gagging violently. He vomited, his own esophagus and stomach splattering all over Celestia’s bloody fur, followed by a torrent of cum.
His muzzle couldn’t release it fast enough though. He squealed one last wet scream before his head completely separated. It flew up in the air and smacked the ceiling of the throne room before smacking back down in the pool of guts that his parents had been drowned in. There it floated as the rest of the room was hosed down with gore and cum, the last expression on his face one of ecstasy.
Monster panted, tossing the rest of his corpse onto the floor. It tucked it’s cocks back inside its new outfit, adjusting the flesh so that it convincingly looked like Celestia, and using its magic to make her fur pristine and clean once again.
It trotted to the throne room’s exit, feeling its shafts throbbing still from within its new outfit. There were still three princesses that it wanted to personally deal with, so it searched for Luna’s private chambers where she would be sleeping.
28. Luna Can't Enjoy Her Nap
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
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29. Cadence Rules Equestria For A Whole Hour
Well this didn’t go quite as she planned, now did it?
After fuming for a bit, Cadence returned to the throne room, deciding that she couldn’t wait, that Shining was going to die right now. What she found though was even more guts than usual, as well as Shining’s decapitated corpse.
Not just that, but it seemed the throne room had a bit of an infestation, in that every corpse that was still whole enough to fuck was getting plowed by rather hideous looking alicorn monsters.
Well that was a mess she wasn’t going to get into, so she grabbed Shining’s head, which had thus far been left out of the necro-orgy, hooved it over to Flurry on her back, and left to head toward the royal quarters.
She figured it’d be a very good idea to get Celestia or Luna to take care of this. Who knows where Celestia was, but Luna should be sleeping in her room, so she went there first. She found the door wide open, but stopped before stepping inside.
In the bed was what looked like a monster wearing Celestia’s skin in the process of rather brutally impaling Luna on its cocks.
“Well I’m right fucked, aren’t I,” sighed Cadence, turning to head off again.
Still, with the others dead, she was now ruler of Equestria, so that was something. She headed to the war room, hoping very much that someone of high rank had made it there, but it was rather empty as well.
There were plenty of emergency messages coming in though. Fillydelphia, Manehattan, Hollow Shades, pretty much every major city and a good number of smaller villages were requesting aid, reporting an army of rape monsters slaughtering their citizens en masse. Even the Crystal Empire and Griffin Kingdom were requesting aid.
Unsure what to do, she returned to her room in the highest part of one of the towers. Stepping out onto the balcony, she looked over the city. She looked down at how severely fucked she was.
The entirety of Canterlot was in a panic, ponies running through the street, being tackled, raped, murdered, and raped again by what seemed like hundreds of monsters. She watched as one pony screeched and burst open, another half dozen monsters spawning from them as they died. This must have been happening clear across Equestria.
She turned to look at Flurry, who was cooing cluelessly as she rubbed her soft little slit against Shining’s muzzle and limp tongue. Cadence pondered, then trotted over to her closet. Tugging out the toy box where she kept her favorite goodies, she retrieved a foal-sized horn restraint and clicked it onto Flurry’s tiny magic stick. For the moment, Flurry was too busy grinding on Daddy’s dead face to even notice.
Flurry whimpered as Cadence tugged Shining’s severed head away from her, then casually kicked her off her back onto the floor. Flurry instinctively tried to use her magic to grab the head back and/or murder her mother for taking it away, but found herself unable to, instead getting a jolt of pain through her head.
With another whimper, Flurry attempted to fly, only to have Cadence grasp both her wings with her magic, twisting them back and forth, cracking each joint of the tiny wings and wadding them up like crumpled paper. Flurry screamed delightfully now, crying loudly, as she reached back to feel her wings, finding only pain and bone jutting through flesh.
Ignoring her brat for a moment, Cadence dropped Shining’s head on the floor, face up. She squatted over him and relaxed, letting a trickle of urine flow over his face, filling his muzzle and puddling on his wide-open eyes before pouring over all sides of his face onto the floor of the balcony.
Cadence strained, emptying out her bowels as well, a thick shit brick flopping into Shining’s muzzle to float there, more wet shit coating his face in a thin layer of filth. Once she squeezed the last bit onto him, she pushed his muzzle shut and picked him up with her magic. Facing him, she gave her husband one last deep kiss, twirling her tongue around inside his shit and piss filled muzzle before casually tossing him off the balcony.
She watched as one of the monsters beneath immediately grasped his head and rammed both its cocks into his neck hole, filth splashing from his muzzle as its cocks emerged there and began a violently thrust, leaning forward to nurse Cadence’s waste from the mouth.
“Well this will be the shortest rule ever,” pondered Cadence, “I mean what am I supposed to do? These things have killed three alicorns pretty effortlessly…” She turned back towards her squalling brat, and paused, “Make that five.”
Standing over Flurry was Monster, Cadence assumed the first since it was significantly larger. Either way, it was still covered with cum and guts from its murder of the other princesses, and no doubt Cadence and Flurry were next.
“Would you like some tea?” Cadence asked; no point in being rude to her guest. She trotted over to a nearby table and began pulling out the tea set, “I don’t suppose I get a last request do I?”
It didn’t respond, but it didn’t start killing them yet either, so she figured it was giving her the chance.
“Mind if I enjoy ending my daughter’s life before you kill me?” asked Cadence, “You can help, I’d just rather make the kill myself. Then you can kill me however the fuck you want, I guess.” She shrugged and smirked, “I mean we’re the last of the alicorns, unless Harmony shows up which I doubt she will, so you may as well take your time and enjoy us, right?”
Monster picked up the still crying Flurry and smiled, offering her to Cadence. It really did want to take its time with Flurry. This was the only foal alicorn to have ever existed in Equestria; murdering it was going to be quite a thrill.
But it’d be impolite to not accept the tea, so as Cadence heated up the kettle and poured it a cup, he took the tea and took a sip. It’d never actually had tea. It was okay, but it was no blood-cum soup.
It drank the tea slowly, idly stroking both its throbbing shafts and magi-fingering its slit. It grasped the sobbing Flurry, moving her down and rubbing her cute little rump on her mother’s crotch. It was only fair to let the foal’s mother give her a warm-up raping.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” smiled Cadence. For an evil creature that wanted to murder her and rape her corpse until it rotted apart in its hooves, it was pretty polite. Maybe she misjudged it a little.
Cadence’s magic wasn’t restrained, not that it’d do her any good against this creature. Still, she made use of it via a quick gender shifting spell, extending her clit into a nice throbbing bit of fuck meat to take her daughter’s rape-virginity. Usually Flurry was fine with any sort of fucking, because she could just stretch herself, but now that Flurry’s magic was restrained, there would be no stretching. She was going to feel every inch of this raging girth damage her little body.
Flurry didn’t realize what she was in for yet, and her crying died down to a whimper as Cadence rubbed her rape meat between those cute plot cheeks. Cadence pressed the tip to the immature entrance, grunting as she held Flurry tightly and wedged her way in. The tight wet lips slowly stretched over her tip as she tried to pop inside.
When the lips finally gave way, she sunk deep, stretching Flurry’s tunnel as nopony had been able to before. Flurry was sobbing outright again in seconds as pain coursed through her, confused as to why something that had always felt so good was now excruciating. Monster moaned as she saw fresh pain build in the pint-size slut’s eyes and began to thrust hard.
Cadence wasn’t as rough as she could have been, not wanting to completely tear apart her daughter and end her agony prematurely. She worked her way deeper with each stroke, clenching her teeth and barely able to hold back a torrent of seed already. She punched against Flurry’s cervix, taking a moment to press hard against it until it stretched over her tip as well. Having made her cock the perfect size, Flurry’s little plot smacked Cadence’s belly just as her tip was stretching out the back of the tiny womb.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Cadence grunted, “Sob for Mommy, let Mommy know how much she’s hurting you.”
As she took long strokes in and out of Flurry, Cadence looked back up at Monster, who was still satisfied with tea-drinking and casual masturbation for the moment. In a strange, horrifying way, it wasn’t non-sexy.
Cadence turned herself around, pushing her plot back against its front where it was sitting back on its haunches. She began to grind her furry rump against its twin shafts invitingly. It growled lustfully, sliding its hooves about her rump even as it took another sip of tea, then yanked her tail upward and pressed its own massive meats against her cunt and asshole.
Cadence felt the thick ridged monstrosities force their way into her drooling pussy and still moist ass, rolling her hips against its thrusts to push it deeper with each stroke. These cocks weren’t big enough to impale her as they had Luna, but Cadence had no doubt Monster could grow them. For now though, the princess of fuck simply enjoyed herself riding on those beautiful shafts, impaling herself before pushing forward again to impale Flurry.
Monster leaned over her shoulder, kissing her deeply, then leaning downward to kiss the sobbing face of Flurry, taking a moment to lick the delicious foal tears from her face. It suspected that Cadence was trying to win favor so that she’d be spared, as so many ponies had, but in reality Cadence was starting to look forward to a rather brutal end. Getting plowed by the being that she knew would murder her was so much hotter than she’d ever thought it could be.
Cadence shivered as she orgasmed hotly into the bleeding cunt of the one that had popped out of her own cunt months earlier. Flurry gagged as she bloated up, though Cadence pulled back lest she explode and end her suffering too soon. Instead, Flurry was showered with thick cum, Cadence turning her about so that every side was hosed down. By the time she was done, Flurry’s pink fur wasn’t even visible beneath the coating of sticky white.
Cadence was about to ram home into Flurry’s asshole next, but she was stopped as Monster reached a clawed hoof around to grasp hold of her shaft. It dug brittle claws into it, stroking it up and down and shredding her flesh in the process. Cadence both groaned and cried as it twisted the entirety of her magic shaft from her body.
She could have morphed it away and saved herself the pain, but that would ruin the spirit of the moment. Only after her dick was removed and balls crushed did she morph her body back into its normal female form. Monster stuffed the mass of flesh that was once her dick against her muzzle, and she opened wide, scarfing it down and chewing the grotesque flesh, swallowing it down a bit at a time as she savored the taste.
Next Monster took hold of her horn, and Cadence flinched, knowing what was coming. All the same, she turned her head opposite how it turned its grip, aiding in the effort to snap off her horn. She cried out at the stabbing pain in her head as it broke loose, but didn’t pull away. She didn’t know why this agony was so hot, but she was determined to enjoy it as much as she could.
Monster rammed Cadence’s horn into her own tail hole, much as it had Luna’s, but unlike Luna, it didn’t push it directly upward. Instead, it turned it downward aiming it for her vulva, then ramming it through the flesh that separated intestines from pussy. It threaded the horn right through her, pushing the bloody length out of her pussy. As Cadence arched her back and moaned, it moved the horn back up to its maw, gnawing it like a toothpick.
“Oh, well that’s creative,” Cadence complimented Monster as she realized where this was doing, moving the squirming Flurry so that her rump was at the cunt she came from. “At least I’m not being murdered by an idiot.”
Monster grinned, pushing both shafts against her rear entry then, stretching her sphincter wide. It gave several violent thrusts upward into her, earning a squeal as her ass tore and bled. Monster shifted her insides about manually, using its magic to tear her fuck tunnel free from her womb and instead slip it over its twin shafts, creating a tunnel from ass to cunt.
Cadence’s soft pussy stretched out as Monster’s tips existed her. Cadence had to strain to keep from trying to get away, but still managed to push her willing plot back against it. It had a bit more creativity in mind than Cadence thought, though. It turned Flurry around for her to be face to dick with Monster’s murder sticks, instead forcing her squalling muzzle open wide.
He cracked Flurry’s jaw to open it wider, and as its tips pushed against her throat, it yanked her head so that her skull cracked, giving it just enough space for a tight fit. It forced its way into her esophagus, though the double girth was a bit much for it, and it split down the side before it even got to her stomach.
No matter; it had a different goal in mind. Flurry’s body bloated out as it pushed deeper, Monster’s magic keeping her alive but non-stretchy. Her organs were pushed aside and crushed against her ribs, her belly bloating out as it pushed downward to her womb.
It didn’t stop the brutality until its bloody tips pushed open Flurry’s torn cunt and tight ass, sliding all the way through her body. It began to thrust its hips, pushing through Cadence and right through her daughter with each stroke.
Cadence still managed to cooperate, moving her hips back and forth even as the unbelievable pain coursed up through her from the wounds that used to be her fun bits. She leaned forward, pushing her muzzle against Flurry’s bits, slurping up the twin cocks each time they emerged, taking them deep enough to swallow against the tips before they withdrew again.
“Mmm, more,” moaned Cadence, kissing Flurry’s squalling face as it withdrew, “I want to feel more pain!”
Monster was happy to oblige. As it continued to impale the mother and daughter, is twisted one of Cadence’s wings, snapping bones much as she had done to Flurry. As it tore the wing completely off, Cadence was worried that it’d stop hurting, but thanks to Monster’s stupidly effective magic, she felt every little twist and turn even as it wadded the wing up and tossed it aside.
Cadence moaned as it continued with her other wing, climaxing suddenly due to the pain. She came blood all over Flurry’s weeping face, reaching her hooves to rub it into the little brat’s eyes, savoring every moment of Flurry’s torment and death.
“Fuck yes!” Cadence moaned, “Murder my foal! Murder me! Don’t you DARE let me live!” She wanted to make it clear that she wasn’t cooperating to be spared; she wasn’t going to miss the chance to die in such an incredibly hot manner. She had to die eventually after all, she may as well die in the most fucked up way possible, knowing that the entirety of Equestria was going to follow her into oblivion. She moaned again as Monster’s magic grasped one of her front legs, “Yes! Snap it!”
Monster once again obliged, tearing the limb off at the shoulder, but keeping her pain in tact as it crumpled it up, bones splintering through flesh until it wasn’t even recognizable as a leg any longer. Before it was even finished, it tore off Cadence’s other front leg, and began to twist at her hind legs.
“Yes! Turn me into a fuck pillow!” moaned Cadence, “Promise me you’ll keep using my corpse until I’m riddled with pus and worms!”
Monster grinned and nodded; it was the least it could do to give her another last request. She was being so nice about this after all.
Even after all her limbs were removed, Cadence continued to roll her hips, enjoying each throbbing pain as she was pierced through, kissing Monster passionately as they fucked her daughter to death together.
Flurry’s body was slowly coming apart inside. Her intestines were pushed out of her pussy and ass, flopping onto the floor like thick meaty noodles. More guts followed, minced so much that it was hard to tell exactly what they were.
Cadence moaned into her kiss with Monster as she watched Flurry’s body convulse in her deathgasm, “That’s right you little slut! This is exactly the death you deserve!” It was a rare case where the foal actually did deserve to die that way. It would have been hotter with a completely innocent foal, but she’d take what she could get.
Monster came just as Flurry was shivering her last. Cadence leaned down to suckle on the tips as they went off, and the blast of cum was so powerful that it blasted right through the back of her neck, splattering her blood all over the wall in front of them. She gagged as her air was cut off and vomited blood and cum onto the floor.
Monster clenched Flurry’s cunt and ass shut as Cadence’s head was pushed off. The surge immediately bloated her beyond capacity, the little power house exploding in a shower of cum and guts all over the room.
Cadence tried to moan as her face was covered with her daughters gore, but could only cough up blood as she lapped it from her muzzle to get a taste of what she couldn’t swallow. Monster pulled back from her, turning her around and laying her on her back in the puddle of guts and bone shards that had once been Flurry Heart.
It kissed her passionately, lapping the blood rapidly pooling in her muzzle, stroking claws up and down her sides, grinding against the stumps where her legs had once been. Even now she rolled her hips against it, slapping bellies together rapidly as it plowed into her ass and cunt, though the tunnels were ruined and it was mostly just pushing up into her guts.
It creamed another load just as Cadence was joining her daughter in oblivion, rolling her eyes back as she felt her body swell with the cream filly. She licked Monster’s nose and mouthed the words ‘so fucking hot’ before her eyes rolled back and her body shivered to a stop.
Monster sighed, looking down at the corpse of the last princess. It was a pity that there were no alicorns left to slaughter, though there were probably still some ponies left. Once they were gone, the horde of monsters would likely resort to the animals; anything big enough to at least function as a masturbatory aid would die a horrible death. Then they’d probably turn on one another, which was sure to be fun.
Monster pranced back out of the tower, joining the fun within the city once again.
30. Tempest Has Poor Timing
Monster wasn’t one to keep promises, unless they were really fun to keep, and this one seemed pretty fun. So it gave time for the corpses in Canterlot to get nice and ripe, then returned to pay Cadence another visit.
The whole city smelled like rot and sex, like all of Equestria’s cities smelled by this point. A few of its children had gotten similar ideas, as it passed a number of them providing bloated corpses with some lovin’.
Monster was happy to find Cadence still reasonably in one piece, though she’d obviously been raped a number of times since Monster left her here to rot. Her body was blackened and bloated, pus oozing from her well-used cunt and ass, stiff tongue hanging from the side of her muzzle and basking in the puddle of pus oozing from her muzzle.
It ran one claw over her stiff body, feeling the writhing of vermin beneath her flesh. It purred as it nestled its cock tips against her pussy and ass, pushing forward to part the rotted flesh. It was immediately greeted by the feel of the cold slimy interior, forcing the decayed flesh apart as it pushed up into her gut. It purred once fully inside, enjoying the feel of worms crawling all over its shafts.
As it began to thrust, the lewd slurp was even more moist than when she was alive, shifting about the oozing fluids within, squishing worms and vermin against her organs, using it for lubricant against her hard flesh, feeling more like stiff, wet cardboard than flesh.
The discomfort was more than made up for by the thrill of it all. The power-trip of murdering royalty and then watching them rot, corpse defiled repeatedly instead of being cared for properly. It pulled her chilly body close, kissing her deeply, lapping at the squirming vermin in the back of her throat, swallowing then down as it took deep breaths of the wonderfully stench.
It didn’t take long for it to blast the cold cadaver with warm seed, drenching her insides and giving the insects and bacteria eating her flesh a fresh squirt of fluid to feast on. It groaned, arching its back as it panted.
It was just about to go check on Luna, but now that it was coming down a bit, it realized there was something loud happening outside. It slid back over to the balcony and grinned at the sight of an airship landing in the middle of the city.
“Um Tempest?” Grubber cracked the door and slid inside, slamming it behind him.
“What do you want, Grubber?” growled Tempest, broken horn sparking because that’s what broken horns do during close-up shots. “You’re supposed to introduce me to the ponies outside.”
“Well, that’s sort of it,” chuckled Grubber, scratching his head. “There aren’t any ponies outside. Live ones at least. There are other things, but they don’t look like things we should say hi to.”
“What do you mean?” Tempest tilted her head and walked toward the door. “Shouldn’t they be having their Friendship Fuck Festival celebrating the genocide of the hippogriffs… sea ponies… whatever the fuck they are now?”
She opened the door and a wall of stench-filled air washed over her. Her eyes widened as she looked across the desolation of Canterlot.
Tempest found no live ponies, but there were piles of dead ones left to rot. There were strange pony-like creatures crawling about them, but Grubber was right; they weren’t something she wanted to say hi to.
“Well, this would explain the complete lack of border patrols or air defenses,” Tempest said hollowly. “I thought it was odd we got all the way to Canterlot without anypony noticing the fleet of airships in a giant storm cloud.”
“It’d also explain the report that Klugetown and other cities are being overran by mysterious rape-monsters,” Grubber nodded. “Those dead ponies look pretty delicious though, right? Love me some raw pony meat pie.”
The other airships in the fleet arrived right on cue, except that there was nopony for Tempest to do her one-liner to just before their arrival. Her troops poured from the ships to attack, but the creatures swarmed them seconds later. They were ravenous at the chance for fresh meat to fuck and produce more offspring with, and the minions stood no chance.
“Yeah, I am not sticking around,” Tempest turned back toward her ship. “The Storm King can fuck right off if he doesn’t like it.”
As she turned back toward her ship, some creatures moved between her and the airship. Well that was disappointing.
Tempest reached for her petrification grenades. They had been for the princesses, and she’d been looking forward to molesting them while they were helpless, but at this point Tempest doubted any of them were alive.
She kicked several grenades into the crowd of monsters blocking her access to the ship. They seemed resistant, but their bodies froze into stone all the same. When they realized what was happening, most posed in lewd manners; that was thoughtful of them at least.
“Back to the ship, you little shit,” Tempest screamed at Grubber as she ran.
There were a buckload of these creatures, and as Tempest neared the door, she ran out of grenades. It had taken a year to produce enough of those for this attack and now they were gone. She grabbed the only other thing she could, throwing Grubber into their midst.
Tempest made it into the ship, slamming the door behind her, hearing the scratch of a dozen claws on the other side trying to get inside. Now she had to get the engine…
Tempest turned to head there, but found herself facing one of the monsters. This one was twice the size of most of the others; she got the impression it was the leader.
Tempest wasn’t going down without a fight, charging her stub of a horn and shooting her full magical energy at it in an arc of power. Monster convulsed, and at first, she thought she had it on the ropes. Then she realized what was actually happening. Its pussy exploded a geyser of fuck cream onto the floor and its throbbing twin shafts shot a fountain of monster sperm all over her face.
As she coughed and sputtered, cum burning in her eyes, Monster grabbed her by the mane, magicked open the door, and dragged her back outside. The other monsters must have respected this one somehow because they backed off when they saw who had her.
The full force of what happened sank in. Tempest’s blood boiled with horror as she realized she’d be raped, murdered, and left to rot with the rest of her pathetic pony kind. She kicked and screamed, shooting jolts of energy from her horn, but the full force of her rage and fear didn’t do more than make Monster stagger.
“No, please don’t!” Tempest had planned her entrance. She had been going to be so amazing and edgy, but now all she could do was sob and beg for mercy she knew wouldn’t come.
Grubber was nearby, monsters swarming him. At first when one of them flopped its twin cocks in front of his face, he seemed pleased. That little faggot loved eating dick as much as he loved eating food, so he opened wide. He choked hard with both rancid schlongs rammed down his throat, neck swelling grotesquely. Somehow he managed to wrap his tongue around them and did his best to work the shaft.
As he fondled the giant ball sack with both claws, he felt another set of throbbing cocks smack his behind. He looked back as the second monster grasped his behind and lined up one shaft to his tail hole; it looked like it might force the second one too.
Yep, this would be fatal. Oh well, he’d die doing the only thing he enjoyed more than food: taking cocks in both ends.
The first cock stretched his ass to near-snapping, raking barbs and ridges in and out. It didn’t stop when his intestines did and pushed right up into his gut. It was excruciating, but so amazing to get fucked so deep.
He was less enthusiastic when a third monster slipped beneath him and rubbed its soggy cunt against his cock. It’d have normally spoiled his boner, but the deep fucking he was getting elsewhere kept him rock hard as his own cock pushed inside.
No sooner was he inside when the monster clenched down, and its fuck-tunnel stopped being soft. He felt teeth grinding into his cock from all sides as it bit his cock. The pussy was slick with his blood within a few thrusts as it shredded his cock into ribbons. Its tunnel convulsed orgasmically as the lips clamped harder, tearing his whole shaft off and sucking it up into the monster’s body to swallow it.
As the one behind him pushed the second cock into his ass, the one beneath him pushed its cocks to the hole where Grubber’s dick had once been. It shoved both into the wound. Now that was more like it! He moaned one last time before six massive dicks pierced him at once.
His ass prolapsed, pulling a strand of his intestines inside out, then ripped down one edge and came apart. He vomited his guts out around the cock in his throat, more falling out through the single hole that the four cocks were now fucking. The pain was intense, but as he died, he smiled. It was worth it to die full of so many massive cocks.
As the creatures came, his body swelled like a water balloon for an instant before exploding in cum and guts. There was nothing left intact other than limbs and part of his head, which was grabbed and eye-fucked for good measure.
Tempest didn’t get the pleasure of watching what a fun death Grubber was having though. She was too busy with her own imminent demise. Monster had fresh meat, and it looked forward to having a victim to itself again for once before throwing her to the masses.
It savored her cries of terror as it rent her armor from her body, claws slicing through the metal and leaving red welts on her flesh beneath it. Its strength horrified her all the more, tossing her armor aside to bare her body. She felt its throbbing twin shafts against her sweaty fur as it pulled the last of her armor free.
For a moment it enjoyed the warmth of a living, writhing body against it. She squealed in abject horror as it licked the tears from her face, all the bravado she had planned erased. The great general was now just another prey for Monster to enjoy. She kicked all four legs as it sat upon its haunches and pulled her into its lap facing her.
Monster dug its claws into her flanks as it pulled her downward on its shafts, pushing one to each of her unwilling holes. One stretched out her cunt lips further than she’d ever felt, barely any moisture to lubricate its way as it forced itself inside. Her ass clenched even harder, flesh inside chafed and bleeding even from the first thrust.
Tempest sobbed as Monster kissed her, invading her throat with its thick tongue, gagging her on it as it thrust violently into her other end. It took its time to enjoy the rape, pushing in a fraction of an inch with each thrust to have more and more of her body squeezing around it.
Monster gave her face one more slurp before moving up to her horn and suckling it. It pulled away the scabby layer to rub its tongue against the raw nerve, sending waves of excruciating pain through her body. Her magical energy sparked, sending jolts of energy through its body that would have disabled any normal creature, but to Monster only encouraged it.
This slut would make an incredible toy to keep, but it knew it wouldn’t be able to resist snuffing her out. Who could blame it? The pleasure of murdering a helpless prey and then fucking their body through all stages of decay was just too great.
Her belly smacked against its as it went balls deep inside. One cock stretched out the back of her womb, tearing through into her gut, as the other jammed through her intestines and stirred them up with every thrust. It purred as her blood flowed out of both rape holes like faucets and gave her screaming muzzle another deep kiss.
Monster howled as it creamed in the first warm body it’d had for some time. Tempest sobbed as her body bloated grotesquely with the load of seed, coughing up blood and cum as it slammed into her lower portions.
“Just kill me already!” Tempest screamed as Monster licked her face.
Monster pulled her off of its shafts with a lewd wet sound and allowed her to lay on the pavement, cum and blood gushing from her fuck holes. Two monsters grabbed her from either end and played tug-of-war with her body. They twisted and yanked, cutting off her screams as her body tore in half.
One monster took her upper half, ramming a claw into her neck to slice a large gash. Rather than pulling her head all the way off, it rammed its cock into the wound. Its tip exited her muzzle, the monster enjoying a nice reverse blowjob before she was even dead.
She could see her lower half, cum-covered guts flowing out onto the pavement as the other monster rammed her pussy and ass once more. She could see it’s cocks slosh around the gore still in her bottom half, tips poking above the gut-cum soup with each thrust into her. It was the last thing she ever saw as she got her wish for death, life fading.
Monster watched its children have fun, picking up a sperm-soaked bit of Tempest’s intestinal tract and masturbating with it. The airships would be useful, getting swarms of monsters across the sea and into hard to reach cities. It wouldn’t be long before they swarmed every town that had evaded them. The sea ponies would have been a problem since its kind hated the water, but Equestria had taken care of them already.
Though as it watched its children tear into the corpses of Tempest, Grubber, and various minions, it wondered what it’d do once every living thing in Equestria was dead and rotted to bone. It could fuck and murder its children, but they were kind of ugly. Maybe it should have thought twice before producing spawn.
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31. Harmony Saves Equestria, But None Of Its Inhabitants
Harmony wasn’t accustomed to visiting Equestria. In fact, it’d been so long that few other than her daughters would even know who she was.
The issue was that Celestia and Luna convinced her to make a vow to never interfere in their rule. Unfortunately, no sooner had she made the vow than her daughters started doing a great many things that she’d rather interfere with. She should have known better than to have children with her opposite.
Thus, she decided that it would be best if she just not pay attention to Equestria. She really didn’t want to be kept apprised on who her daughters were raping and/or murdering, not necessarily in that order.
She was always linked to her family however, and it didn’t take her long after Celestia’s death to realize that she didn’t feel her life force anymore. At first she assumed that Luna had finally cracked and put Celestia down, but then Luna’s link disappeared barely an hour later. Something was obviously wrong, and Harmony couldn’t help but wonder what her daughters did that finally cost them everything. Did some heroic pony finally put them down, or was it something even worse than themselves that did them in?
Of course, it wasn’t as easy as just popping over to take a peek. Opening a portal to Equestria took a good bit of time, months even. She hadn’t been there in so long that she basically had to find it again, and there were a lot of worlds and timelines to sift through. At least it gave her plenty of time to prepare, so she had detailed plans regardless of what the case turned out to be. She’d either reward a hero for a job well done by letting them plow the goddess of creation, or murder whatever was worse than they were, or at the very least banish it somewhere unpleasant.
She connected the portal to the place where Celestia and Luna’s body was, so expected to find a burial site, or at the very least an isolated area where their corpses had been dumped. What she found was herself standing in the middle of Luna’s bedroom, nothing but darkness and the stench of rotten flesh to greet her.
She lit up her horn to take in her surroundings, and her eyes widened as she did.
Celestia had been reduced to nothing but a pelt, though that hadn’t stopped her from being repeatedly used. Her once soft fur was matted with dried cum as if she had been used as a jack-off cloth no less than a hundred times.
Luna was more whole, but had been torn in three pieces, after having been dead for some time judging by how the flesh had come apart. Her severed head lay on the floor, looking well used in both neck-hole and muzzle. There was even fairly fresh cum drooling from one of her eye sockets which had been hollowed out for use. Her front half was at the foot of the bed, looking equally well used, her intestines strung across the floor, clearly having been used as a ‘fleshlight’ a few times.
Luna’s bottom half was still on the bed, and currently in use. The most malformed alicorn she’d ever seen was sitting back against the headboard, Luna’s lower body bouncing on its twin shafts, one in each of her overused fuck holes. The squish of pus and squirming worms was loud in the room with each thrust. It was scooping up clawfuls of guts from the top of her plot where her torso had once been, crunching down stiff, vermin-infested organs.
Well, on one hoof it was good to see that her daughters got the sort of deaths they deserved. On the other hoof, whatever this thing was, it must have been fairly powerful. And why hadn’t their bodies been disposed of?
The monster looked up as soon as the room was lit, and stared at Harmony. One might think that the sudden appearance of a red-head alicorn a foot taller than Celestia might have alarmed the creature, but instead it grinned widely, obviously only seeing her as warm rape-meat.
It didn’t even take the time to withdraw from Luna’s cadaver. It just darted forward at Harmony, Luna’s corpse still hanging from its throbbing shafts as it moved. It was quickly met with a blast of energy to its face, unable to even shriek before its flesh melted away and skull literally shattered into fragments all over the room.
Pity. She would have liked to have had a conversation with it first.
Or maybe she still could. No sooner had it tumbled to the floor than its head began to reform. How the fuck did that work? Even undead creatures stayed down when you destroyed their brain. The only creature she knew of that could survive their head being destroyed was… well it was her, but that was because she was more a spirit inhabiting a mortal form than an actual creature. This thing was clearly not a spirit, it was a physical creature regrowing its head.
She didn’t give it time to reform fully before bringing down the brunt of her energy against it again. This time she held nothing back, not ceasing until its entire body was nothing more than a fine mist of gore, cracking through the floor of the room in the process, and several stories down.
Harmony clenched her teeth from the effort. She hoped dearly that that was the only one, but a quick analysis of Luna’s cadaver revealed no less than 200 genetic signatures, all similar but not exactly the same as the creature she just eliminated. Not even she could take on 200 of these things outright.
She decided it was best to be discreet, so she cast an invisibility spell on herself and proceeded out into the hallway. On her way out of the palace, she passed dozens of dead and equally well-used guards. Almost out of the palace, she passed through what looked like a ball room, though it seemed that all the guests had been eliminated, some rather obviously by one another.
Outside of the palace was much the same. The streets were filled with cum drenched cadavers. In the middle of the town square was a pile where they’d been gathered, no less than a hundred bodies stacked high. At least two dozen creatures were crawling through them, having their way with one corpse and then another, even as some of them rotted to near-bones.
It wasn’t just ponies either. She spread out her energy to scan the surrounding area, and further out, and further still. There wasn’t a single mammalian, reptilian, or avian life form other than more of the creatures, and an awful lot of worms. Spreading out further, she tried hard to count them… thousands.
She realized that there were actually some corpses of the creatures about too, most just as well used as the pony corpses, so apparently they could be killed, or perhaps some of them could be killed. Perhaps that’s why there were only thousands left alive: The strongest killed the weaker; now only the ones powerful enough to be virtually indestructible were left.
So two main problems. First, she had a thousand creatures to stop when killing a single one left her winded. Second… the energy she just used to scan Equestria appeared to have made her visible to all the monsters swarming the corpse pile, who were all now staring at her with their best rape-murder-rape-rape-rape faces. Oops.
She beat her wings and rose into the air, hoping the malformed monstrosities couldn’t fly. It seemed they couldn’t, with their wings, but their horns glowed and they picked themselves up into the air regardless. Distressing.
She analyzed her situation. Everything in this city had been dead for at least a month, probably more, and if they were resorting to corpses to this extent, they were probably aching for a warm body. Which meant, if she played weak while she formulated a plan, they probably wouldn’t try to kill her any time soon. If she attacked them, however, they’d all come at her full force and even if her soul would escape, it’d take her decades to reassert into the mortal realm, and that was assuming these creatures couldn’t eat souls, which she wasn’t ruling out.
On the plus side, she hadn’t been laid in ages. Literally.
She gave a half-assed attempt to fly away to be convincing in her helplessness, before being tackled out of the air by one of the monsters. It slammed her hard into the side of the palace. Her wing, jammed against the stone at an odd angle, snapped, making her twitch, but she carefully repressed her normal regeneration.
She was grasped by one leg, spun around several times, and sent like an aerial bowling ball right towards the pile of corpses. The result wasn’t much like knocking down pins though; she slammed into the pile wetly, rot and stench billowing up around her.
She gave a token struggle as the monster landed atop her, hoping that it didn’t decide to break anything else, but it did. She was dog-piled by at least half a dozen monsters, gnarled claws grasping at her limbs, twisting and bending. She felt the stabbing pain of each break, and it was rather alarming to see her splintered bones through her flesh, but still she repressed her regeneration.
For the first time ever, Harmony found herself sincerely sobbing. It wasn’t just the pain and what was about to happen, but the fact that her failure as a mother had cost hundreds of thousands of innocent lives. Still, she tried hard to concentrate on formulating a plan.
Finally the monsters were satisfied that she was damaged enough, and she felt the first throbbing shaft press against her ruined body, a double one, like the first creature she killed. It seemed that all of them had a double, so this was going to get rather tight rather quickly, an idea that she was actually warming up to a bit.
She tried to push her hind legs together, not that she could do much of anything with her limbs other than shake violently at this point. A monster tugged her atop it cowgirl style as it lay back in the corpses, stuffing its face with a random corpse-cock with one claw as the other dug into Harmony’s flank and pulled her downward. It pressed both throbbing members into one hole, and she was so tight from disuse that she may as well have been a virgin foal. The monster rolled its eyes back and hissed in pleasure at the first warm, naturally wet hole that it’d been in for some time and began to thrust hard.
She felt herself stretched wide over the pulsating ridged cocks and moaned herself, even as it rammed through her cervix into her womb. Even at her size, it was punching the back of her womb by the time its belly smacked her own.
Another pair of claws grabbed her from behind and dug in right about the quill and ink mark on her flank, adding to the blood already pouring down. It invaded her asshole, which was even tighter, and didn’t exactly bother with lubrication. The only slickness provided was the cold slimy pus on its shaft from the corpse it had been fucking moments earlier. Harmony tried very hard not to twitch her hips, but soon was rolling between the shafts without even meaning to.
Another grabbed her head, claws grasping her face and digging thumbs into her eyes. She cried out as the pain shot through her head, eyes popping like grapes as it dug deeper. No sooner had her muzzle opened to scream than it too was invaded by another pair. The rape flesh was rank with the taste of decay, spreading pus about her muzzle from the previous hole it had been in. Her throat stretched out until it felt like her neck would split,.
She struggled to breathe, but it was even harder when only one of the two shafts rammed down her throat, the other puncturing her wind pipe and pushing into her lungs, causing her to gag as her muzzle began pouring blood.
She could have turned off the agony, but somehow this felt right. Not only was it really what she deserved, but it was strangely arousing to put herself at the mercy of these fiends. Soon she was drooling more cunt honey from her snatch than she was blood from all three holes combined.
“My, my. This brings back memories.”
That voice was familiar; just what she needed. She looked up and saw him behind the crowd of monsters waiting their turn: Discord. The monsters didn’t seem to pay attention to him; no doubt they had given up trying to rape him some time ago.
“I see you did nothing to stop this,” Harmony spoke telepathically as her muzzle was a bit full.
“Well why should I have?” grumbled Discord, folding his arms, “It was bad enough that my waifu had the hots for some alicorn, but then she got killed thanks to said alicorn’s attempts to bring order to incest. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy watching Ponykind bite the dust after that; I may or may not have even assisted with a population boom.”
“This must be such a wonderful world for you,” Harmony commented.
“Well no, actually,” sighed Discord, “I regret to say that this world is repetitive and boring. I thought I could just kill them and start anew, but they are annoyingly resistant to chaos magic. Go figure. They can’t harm me, but I can’t get rid of them. All the same… our daughters did die rather hilariously.”
“I noticed,” answered Harmony. She was no more broken up about it than Discord.
“I suppose you want to go elsewhere to have this discussion,” observed Discord.
“Not yet,” Harmony’s overly full muzzle managed to smirk, “Almost done….”
“Just like you,” tsked Discord, “So hard to get in the sack, but once you’re there…”
She was rather enjoying ‘there’ at the moment. She rolled her eyes back and just let the moment take her, broken body bounced back and forth between the monsters who thought at least that they were raping her.
Her explosive climax cleared that up, cunt and ass clenching so hard that the monsters in each cried out in sudden pain from having their dicks crushed together. She managed to moan with her good lung as the other continued the fountain of blood from her muzzle, sending shivers of pleasure through the monster in her throat.
Her convulsions sent all three over at once, pumping her full from all directions. She clenched her fuck holes, keeping it inside even as her insides exploded from the overfill. Her womb popped like a water balloon, and her stomach and lung shortly after. Even her intestines couldn’t cope and split down the side before they could accommodate the flow. The feeling of her insides being torn to bits only made her cream herself more.
Discord was a bit impatient it seemed, because as soon as she finished, he snapped his fingers and popped them both into his pocket dimension, perhaps the only non-infested part of Equestria. Harmony’s holes poured blood for several seconds before she ceased restraining her healing factor and her body quickly knitted itself back together.
“So did you want to discuss what to do?” asked Harmony, “Or did you just want a go at me?”
“Oh I do have a plan,” Discord smirked, “But it’s rather final, so I think I will take a go at you.”
That didn’t bode well, the final part at least, but there was no time to think of that immediately.
She expected the same nonsensical activity from Discord as she was used to, though it started unusually slow as far as such things were concerned. Discord popped into existence behind her, yanked her tail up and slid a firm shaft between her plot cheeks as if in anticipation.
His cock tickled, literally. It was shaped like a smaller version of him, tickling her pucker before stretching it wide with his little claws and poking his head inside. Harmony grunted and pushed her rump back as he sank deeper, shivering at the scratchy claws as he went deeper. She expected another to get rammed into her drooling snatch, but that was made to wait.
Discord grasped her hips and began to ram hard, but with each thrust his tickly tool stroked deeper, winding its way up her intestinal tract. Soon each thrust sent it sliding in and out a full meter’s length, and it only kept going. It bubbled into her stomach, and she felt it sliding up her throat.
She saw where this was going, and approved, opened her muzzle for the stinker to escape, watching him do a dance in front of her, though it was hard to watch with her eyes rolled back that far. Not only did he continue lengthening, but he also split into multiple tentacles, each with its own little Discord. Soon she felt them winding about her body.
Several slid beneath her, each grasping at one of her breasts, squeezing and twisting them firmly, the little heads slurping at the nipples as their claws scratched deep into her flesh. It only bled a moment before reforming, but that didn’t keep it from hurting, like getting repeated paper cuts. Again, it was strangely pleasant.
“Fuck my pussy already, Me damnit!” Harmony boomed into Discord’s head as her slit winked, pouring fluid down her thighs.
Another tentacle fulfilled that wish, pulling her lips open and expanding to stretch her out, the little Discord crawled into her vagina. It’s claws sliced into her sensitive walls as it made its way to her womb, as another wrapped around it, massaging her vulva and suddenly gnawing on her clit.
She felt weak from pleasure, and would have collapsed if there was any gravity in their current location. She let herself loose, creaming seconds after her pussy was penetrated, spraying a mist of juice all over Discord’s legs. Discord grinned more widely, holding back his own climax.
Discord wasn’t done with just the holes he had filled. Every orifice she had was invaded, no matter how little sense the invasion made. One sharpened its head and literally stabbed her gut so that it could fuck her belly button, causing her to writhe delightfully from the pleasant agony.
Another pressed into her right ear, and she felt her brain tingle as it literally dug through her cranium, twitching violently as it carved out gray matter. In the process it set off every nerve she had, all wrecked with both bliss and torment simultaneously.
As it emerged from her other ear, the tentacle curled around to her left eye, grabbing her eyeball with its little claws and popping it out of the socket to leave it hanging by the nerve. Her vision went wonky as it pressed into her skull, now digging painfully through her nasal cavity. She gagged as it emerged from her nose only to force its way into her right eye socket in the same fashion.
The little Discord in her head settled against her cranial lobe, mounting and ramming its own tiny dick between them, literally fucking her brain. The entire length threaded through her head so many times thrust violently in her head, grinding up her brain as quickly as it stitched itself back together. Each time it rammed through her was fresh agony as it tore the healing flesh again.
He didn’t even stop there. She trembled and kicked as she felt herself repeatedly stabbed by more tentacles, making no less than three dozen more orifices. Each time they pulled back, the flesh knitted together, only to be split apart again on the next jab, like she was being stabbed from all directions.
It was at this point that the weird sex became weird rape. No amount of kinkiness could enjoy this sort of torture even if pleasure was coursing through her body. She struggled to pull herself away only to realize that Discord had discreetly removed her horn and placed it upon his own head. Damnit. She forgot he could do that.
“Stop!” Harmony shouted into his head, her mind sobbing into his own.
That was what he was wanting, and he groaned with uncharacteristic lust , finally succeeding in raping her after having tried so many times. His body undulated as he blew his loads, each of his myriad shafts ramming as deep as they could before vomiting burning seed into her body.
She bloated from the overfill, organs rupturing once again, brain literally exploding into cum soup. Her physical body entered its death throes, but didn’t have time to complete them before she exploded entirely, gut rupturing to spill cum and gore out into the weightless space around them.
Mercifully, or perhaps not, Discord couldn’t kill her soul, but he could grab hold of it and keep it from escaping. If the agonizing destruction of her physical body wasn’t enough, he clenched his own life energy around her soul, clenching it tightly, rending her whole being with insufferable torment like only an immortal being could feel. His soul began ramming inward, a thousand needles of energy literally raping her soul.
She screamed into his mind, but that only made him go faster, the entire area streaming with thick strands of cum as he blasted an impossible amount into the air around him. She lost track of time, but when it finally stopped and she regained consciousness in a new body he made for her, there must have been a blob of chaos seed around them no less than several hundred meters in diameter. She briefly found herself drowning in sperm before he formed an air bubble for the two of them in the middle.
Harmony was sobbing uncontrollably, like she never had before, eyes wide and body trembling as she looked at Discord with pure abject horror in her eyes, terrified that he might continue with his abuse. She had her horn again though, so he must have been done, but she formed a shield around her just be certain.
“Oh yes,” Discord moaned as he came down, “That’s the expression I wanted to see from you. I’m glad we got to share this moment before… well the solution.”
“What the fuck is the solution?” Harmony demanded.
“Well, see, I have no way of killing them all, but what I could do is banish them to another dimension,” explained Discord, “A pocket dimension like this one. The problem is is that I’d have to go with them and seal off the dimension from the inside to keep the trapped, and I’m not about to sacrifice myself for the greater good.” He grinned wickedly, “YOU on the other claw, you’re all about sacrificing for the greater good.”
“You expect me to condemn myself to eternal gangrape?” Harmony demanded.
“Yes, yes I do,” Discord looked smug, “Unless you want to leave Equestria to these creatures.”
“So you can recreate it as you like?” accused Harmony.
“Not entirely,” shrugged Discord, “I have a more ironic solution, a final insult to the race that robbed me of the only one I loved. But that doesn’t matter; the bottom line is that this is the only way to take care of them.”
Harmony took a deep breath, staring into space for a long moment, digging in her mind to try to come up with another solution. He was right through. Neither of them could take them on directly. The only solution was to seal them off.
“Fine,” Harmony conceded, but didn’t look at him, just staring into space.
“I knew I could count on you,” smirked Discord, “I won’t be able to visit you, but I’ll masturbate quite enthusiastically to the thought of your eternal torment, if that helps.”
“It kind of does,” chuckled Harmony. Why the fuck not.
She lowered her defenses again, allowing Discord’s magic to take hold of her. A second later, the world around her dissolved and was replaced with pitch black void. Though Discord probably delighted in abandoning her into a void, she knew it was necessary. There couldn’t be anything here that the creatures might possibly use to override her seal.
She felt life forms popping into existence around her, hundreds…. Thousands. She was surrounded by them on all sides, all helplessly floating the same as her, and every one of them within line of sight licking their lips at her.
Her horn glowed brightly as she used all the energy she could spare, sealing their pocket dimension away, forbidding escape for both herself and for them. She was the key, so they’d never dare kill her, but she wished they would. The alternative was so much worse.
Greedy claws grabbed at her from all sides, the monsters around her fighting briefly before establishing a raping order. She took a deep breath, spread her legs, and opened her muzzle for the first of an eternity of triple penetration.
They’d fuck one another to sate themselves some, but she was the only one here they’d see as a victim. They’d all want a turn or 100 at her. As her holes were invaded and stretched wide, her eternal torment beginning, she began to sob.
It was a tiny section of ocean where the last two of the sea ponies now lived, in Manehattan Bay. It was free of the radiation and taint that had now infested their homeland cities thanks to Celestia’s rather flagrant use of balefire. She’d made sure to protect Equestria’s water supplies, though the rest of the world would be fucked even if monsters hadn’t flooded them.
At first, Skystar and Farsky feared that the ponies in the city would notice them there, but there didn’t seem to be any ponies in Manehattan anymore, or anyone else. For a while, there had been nothing but those strange creatures roaming around, fucking pony corpses in the street, brutally raping one another, and eying the sea ponies from afar.
Lucky for the sea ponies, the one thing the creatures didn’t get hard about was water; they hated swimming. It kept the siblings safe while the rest of Equestria, and every other civilization, had their entire populace raped and murdered and raped again.
Now, the monsters were gone too, and neither of the sea ponies knew where they’d gone. They had been masturbating to a swarm of them having an orgy with a corpse pile, watching through their telescope, when they vanished. The corpses they were fucking just flopped where they were, drooling with monster spunk, and then the city was empty.
Which, in a way was too bad because the two had enjoyed being voyeurs to the mass necro-fun-time happening in the city. They even had started their own necro-fun-time, though they didn’t have many corpses aside from Twilight, Derpy, and the few that fell into the water.
Whether Twilight and Derpy were dead was perhaps debatable, as their souls were trapped inside, but they were still nice and chilly against throbbing fuck-flesh.
Apparently, they owed these corpses. Twilight was the one that created the monsters to kill pony-kind, a selfless act, even if it got out of control. At least that’s what Discord had told them, and why would he lie?
Discord, the strange creature that had rescued them from Canterlot and taken them to the bay, said he couldn’t bring the two back to animate life, but could make it where sex felt good to them again, so that’d have to do.
Skystar was enjoying a moment with Derpy. She splayed the limp, waterlogged pony out on a coral reef. Skystar, having grown herself a fat futa cock to enjoy herself, pushed it into the cold corpse. She ran her hooves over the chilly body and shivered as she made smooth thrusts. She had been wanting a moment alone with the hot Pegasus.
“Sometimes I wonder what condition Mom’s corpse is in,” Skystar mused as she watched Derpy’s eyes bobble about with each thrust. “So many monsters have packed her with seed by now.” She leaned Derpy back so she could get into her even with her own large pregnant belly in the way.
Unfortunately for Derpy, Discord had lied to the two. He hadn’t switched their senses back to pleasure; getting fucked hurt even more now than it did before, which Derpy hadn’t thought possible. Still, she appreciated that the one ramming her cunt now was doing it with an intent to make her feel good, and to be honest, Derpy had learned to like the pain, just a little. Another century of being a fuck-cadaver and she’d love it.
Skystar reached to the side where Twilight’s head and torso lay. She picked up Twilight’s head, not recognizing the hatred on Twilight’s face as she kissed her. Skystar then slid the head beneath her, still pushing into Derpy’s pussy as she nestled Twilight’s head behind her balls. She pushed her own soggy cunt down over Twilight’s muzzle. She rolled her eyes back further as it popped inside her and moved her hips faster, sloshing the water about her.
She also picked up Twilight’s torso, lapping into the icebox of a cunt. She tickled her tongue around the insides, not understanding how much rubbing sea water into the sensitive insides hurt. Twilight was lost in excruciating pain as her whole womb filled.
“Having fun, sis?” Farsky slid up behind her, making her jump.
Skystar grumbled, but all the same raised up her tail for her brother to take her too. Farsky had changed since they’d been living here alone. He’d lived his life in a society where mares were superior, and now that there was no one to stop him, he was very much enjoying being the dominant partner. If he didn’t need her to make foals, he’d have killed Skystar too, just for the power trip of fucking the corpse of his last family member. He’d have to wait until they had a few daughters to make more foals before he did that, but he was sure he could make it worth his wait.
Farsky yanked her tail upward further, ramming his own solid shaft against her anal slit. He pushed deep, his prehensile shaft winding up into her intestines as he began violent thrusts. Skystar wrapped her tail about him as he continued to fuck her, rotating her hips to push back into him and forward into Derpy.
“Still no monsters in the city,” panted Skystar. “All those rotten corpses going to waste, maybe we should take a trip on land.”
“We should wait until that crazy guy tells us it’s safe,” grunted Farsky. “I’m more interested in that fuck toy growing inside you, can’t wait to fuck it.”
“As big as I’m getting, I’m sure it’s a them instead of an it,” asked Skystar. “Hoping for fillies then?”
“My throbbing cock will be the first thing they feel no matter what bits they got,” grinned Farsky.
He slid his hooves further around to feel the movement in her sloshing belly, groaning and increasing his thrusts. She tensed up around him, clenching his shaft in her ass and Twilight’s muzzle in her cunt as she approached her climax.
She blasted a wave of salty semen into Derpy first, pumping her full, unaware of how her spunk burned at Derpy’s insides as her belly swelled. Her pussy exploded as well, a cloud of white drifting up from her posterior as she splattered into the water. Farsky bit down on her ear and groaned as he went off in her convulsing behind seconds later, pumping a geyser of incestuous seed into his sister.
No sooner had she entered afterglow though than Skystar squealed at a sudden surge of pain. She took a few moments to realize what was happening.
“Brother, whatever the fucktoys are, they’re coming now!” Skystar shook, trying to pull from her spot sandwiched between her brother and Derpy’s corpse.
Farsky let her pull from Derpy, yanking his own shaft out of her ass, only to flip her over and lay her out against the reef on her back. He slid his hooves to feel over her contracting belly as he forced his still-throbbing shaft back into her cunt.
“Brother?” Skystar groaned.
“No complaining or I’ll snap your fucking neck, Sis,” Farsky growled, “I’m gonna give the first little brat its first meal before it even gets out of your slutty cunt.”
Farsky grinned, savoring the pain in his sister’s eyes as her cunt clenched hard, a cloud of red spreading through the water around them as he plundered her birthing fuck hole. She groaned as her body pushed the first new fuckable life out of her womb, and his cock throbbed, wanting to give his new foal its first of many rapes.
He kept shoving until he met the little one on its way out. Farsky pushed deep inside, his prehensile length snaking against the newborn’s face until it found the muzzle. He shoved inside, feeling its first gagging motions around his shaft as he invaded its throat. His belly smacked his sister with each ram, going deeper into their foal’s throat as it pushed further out. He rolled his eyes back at feeling his sister’s pussy and his foal’s throat at the same time.
He didn’t last long, and just as the little one’s head pushed free, he came hard, pumping his load into her never-before-used stomach, then overflowing as she vomited the rest back out into the water. When it came all the way free, he couldn’t see it through the cloud of cum and blood in the water, so yanked it free and ran his tongue across it to check its gender.
To his delight, it was a filly, and he held her hips to push her onto his still throbbing shaft. His daughter’s cry echoed through the water as he forced his tip into her newborn pussy, wanting the first event of her life to be her father raping her. If he could help it, fucking newborns would become standard practice.
He resisted the urge to impale her cunt to mouth, only pushing in far enough to ream her immature womb to its back wall, but even that was dreamy. He had never felt such beautiful, tight convulsions around his cock.
“That’s right, slut, get used to it,” he groaned, “This is your life, Daddy’s rape toy. I want a foal inside my foal as soon as I can.”
“Me aren’t you quite the deviant,” Discord observed, as he had watched the entire thing.
“Oh, hello Discord,” Skystar groaned as her brother fucked their incest-foal, “I was wondering… did all the Monsters leave?” She had trouble speaking with the second of the twins forcing its way out of her cunt, but managed; she was getting used to pain.
“Oh, I took care of them,” said Discord, “Pretty much all of Equestria, and the world, is yours now. You can make your own fucked up society to replace the last fucked up society. But you know, more interesting than before, since you’re not all just clones of one creature raping skeletons.”
“Fuck! Newborn cunt is so amazing!” Farsky moaned above his daughter’s wails of agony. “Gonna cum harder than I ever have! Oh, hi Discord.”
“Don’t mind me,” Discord stroked his smaller self.
“What should we name it?” asked Skystar, even as a second head popped out of her well-stretched pussy. “Oh here comes the second!” She doubled over, giving the second foal a deep kiss just as it was emerging. “Mind if I fuck it? Hm, think this one’s male.”
“If it’s male, fuck it to death,” groaned Farsky, rolling back his eyes. “I think my dick should be the only one making foals for the first few generations. Let’s name her Fucktoy, so she never forgets what she is.”
Skystar grabbed her son’s head in her teeth, gripping and yanking him free. She shook at the surge of pain it caused, but pushed his bottom against her own throbbing futa shaft. She wasted no time forcing it inside even if it took a dozen tries to pop into the tight anal ring. The little colt squealed in delightful horror as she invaded his unused asshole.
“Oh yeah kill that fucker,” Farsky moaned. “The only one getting to knock up cunt will be me.”
The sight of his son about to get murdered by his sister and fuck toy sent Farsky over. He shook as he flooded their daughter’s immature cunt with the same seed he’d made her with. He yanked himself out as she overflowed, then rammed his rod back into her screaming muzzle to enjoy the shivers of audio pleasure.
“Neat,” observed Discord. “Oh and I have a surprise for you two in the city.”
Discord snapped his fingers, and they all vanished from their ocean location and appeared inside Manehattan in the remains of one of the market districts, which now comprised broken down stalls and rotting corpse piles.
The surprise was laying in the middle of the square and street; the duo’s mother, Novo. She wasn’t rotten like the others; she seemed well preserved. In fact, she looked conscious, even if she wasn’t saying anything.
Skystar didn’t pay a lot of attention to it at first. Instead she flopped onto her back in the street and yanked the little colt further down onto her cock. She rammed more violently, her girth stretching his body more with each thrust. Blood poured from his asshole as she punctured up into his gut and made her way through his body.
“That’s it, my beautiful little colt,” Skystar moaned. “You’re nothing but a warm fleshlight for Mommy’s cock, not that you being cold will stop me from doing you again later.”
“Mom!” Farsky was quicker to notice the gift. “You’re alive? Now I can rape a foal into you too!”
“Well she’s kinda sorta alive,” Discord shrugged. “I mean only Harmony could put her proper soul back inside, and she’s… busy. I made her body alive though, so at least you’ll have a fuck toy you can make incest-foals in. It’d be such a waste if you never got to make your mommy a mommy.”
“Eh, I’ll take it. She can still do everything a mare needs to do,” Farsky shrugged and let his daughter flop onto the pavement, letting her lie and wail as he crawled his way over to his mother. “Get over here and lick the taste of foal pussy off your son’s cock, slut.”
“Yes sweetheart,” Novo sounded high.
She obeyed though, writhing over to him and slurping his salty, bloody shaft. She stroked him with one hoof, the other grasping his behind as she gobbled down his cock. Her neck stretched out as she took him.
“Would you mind if I borrowed Twilight and Derpy while you two are impregnating or murdering your family members?” asked Discord.
“Huh?” Farsky blinked, then nodded. “Oh right, sure, just bring them back.”
“I might,” smirked Discord, snapping his fingers and disappearing with their two corpse-toys.
Skystar watched the girth of her cock expand her colt’s neck as he vomited a fountain of blood and guts. The groaned as her cock exited his muzzle, his body convulsing its last death throes as she shot her cum through him. It fountained up into the air, raining back down upon the mother and her son’s fresh corpse.
“Oh fuck yes,” Skystar said as she flopped the colt onto the pavement next to Fucktoy. She purred as she picked the colt backup, dumping cum and guts from his gaping rape hole onto his wailing sister.
“We need to ask Discord to turn me back into a hippogriff,” commented Farsky as he pulled his mother’s head off his cock. “None of you though. Mares shouldn’t be able to run from me.”
Farsky slammed Novo’s head against the pavement as he pushed her back onto her back. She didn’t seem like she minded, only wrapping her forelegs against him as he pulled atop her, coiling her tail tip against his own as he pushed his length against her sopping wet slit. All the soulless mare could do was obey.
Farsky plowed Novo as hard as he could, stretching her tunnel and puncturing through to her womb in the first stroke. He continued to hammer against her, bodies undulating together on the pavement as they fucked. He licked at her blank face and kissed her, eager to put a foal into the hole that expelled him.
“Let’s see if she’ll eat her dead grandfoal,” suggested Skystar, dragging the remains of it over to the two.
Farsky nodded and pulled his face from Novo’s, and Skystar shoved him into her muzzle. Novo opened wide and gnaws on the cum and gore that oozed out of the gaping hole that used to be the colt’s asshole. She gripped his tiny cock with her teeth and yanked it free, chewing it well before swallowing it down with the gore.
“She’ll do whatever we want!” Farsky grinned. “Mom, I’m gonna have you do so many hot things!” He pulled the colt from her muzzle though. “Let’s let it get good and rotten before feeding her the rest.”
Skystar nodded and smiled, giving her brother another deep kiss. He creamed a load into their mother as she did, and Skystar enjoyed the vibrations of his moan. Farsky pumped a full load into his mother’s womb, making sure she’d pop him out another foal to either fuck or snuff, depending on gender.
“This is so amazing,” Farsky panted after he finished.
“So what about Twilight’s corpse?” Skystar asked. “Where should we keep it?”
“We could make a religion out of her or something,” Farsky suggested. “It’ll keep our descendants under better control that way. We can all gather once a week or whatever and fuck her on an altar or something. That retard maybe too.”
“That seems reasonable,” nodded Skystar.
Twilight didn’t regret her acts, but she regretted the punishment. Being conscious in her own corpse was excruciating and getting constantly fucked by those damn sea bitches made it all the worse. It was small consolation that the other princesses, and everypony else, died horribly.
When Discord dragged her corpse off, she expected more of the same, but after he teleported, she found herself floating in his home realm. Not only that, but her head was back on her shoulders and she could move again.
Derpy floated nearby though that dumbass still looked cadaveriffic. Good, morons like her deserved nothing less.
“Hello, Twilight,” Discord said. “I hear you’ve been busy… well not recently, but before you got yourself killed you were.” Discord couldn’t have brought her back in the real world, but in his dimension the same rules didn’t apply.
“Please keep me alive!” Twilight sobbed already, desperate to remain outside of that prison. “I’ll do anything, I’ll be your personal fuck slave for all eternity, so long as I don’t have to be a corpse!”
“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” tsked Discord. “How disappointing. But I’ll tell you what: submit to a go with me, and I’ll raise your corpse and let her live here.”
“Thank you!” Twilight felt relief for the first time in so long.
“I might remove some of your parts again,” Discord pondered. “You know, to make you an adequate fuck pillow. But let’s start with tentacle rape. You can never go wrong with that!”
“Yes, fuck every orifice I have!” Twilight encouraged. “Make more if you have to!” Her time spent as a corpse appeared to have changed her demeanor.
That wasn’t important to Discord though. The important thing was to give her hope as much as possible. So he couldn’t just say he’d release her; it’d be far more believable to say he wanted to chop her up and use her as a living fuck pillow rather than a dead one.
Discord grabbed Twilight, feeling his claws over her writhing body as his shaft extended. His cock split again and again, becoming a dozen throbbing protrusions, each as thick as the original had been, and each with a tiny version of himself on the tip.
“It’s been too long,” commented Discord. “I haven’t had you since I was first released from stone and raped you in the middle of Ponyville. Good times.”
“Yes, rape me again,” panted Twilight, slit drooling, anticipating her abuse. “Never stop!” She spread her legs wide and used her magic to massage the end of every shaft at once, causing all the little Discord’s to giggle.
The tentacles invaded her from all ends. The first pressed against her slit, squirming his way up through her tunnel, horns and claws scratching at the sensitive flesh as he thrust womb-deep into her. It hurt, but was nothing compared to the agony she had been experiencing, so she welcomed it with a moan.
A second pushed into her tail hole, having more trouble getting inside. He had to drag himself further with each thrust, grasping her insides with his claws and forcing himself deeper. He thrust, and didn’t stop being deeper, winding further into her intestines with each thrust.
The third pushed into her muzzle, which she slurped and licked even as he bit at her tongue. She swallowed him, letting him stretch out her neck as he rammed home. Twilight gagged, but it was more to pleasure him than the need; she had no hint of a gag reflex after what she’d been through.
Four of the tentacles morphed so that one edge was razor sharp, and each encircled one of her legs at her shoulders and hips. She felt the edges cutting into her flesh and stretched herself out to encourage him to cut. She stretched out her wings as another two wrapped around the bases.
Her body convulsed as the blades sliced into her skin and ground back and forth. They were like circular hacksaws, working their way into the bone, her blood leaking free and floating through the surrounding void.
Twilight groaned again, creaming herself hard as her limbs were twisted and bent, bone splintering as they ripped off her body. Even the pain of dismemberment was a welcome relief compared to the torment she faced before. They cut them, off as close to her torso as possible, stitching the flesh together to leave her just a torso and head.
The little Discord tentacles continued to invade her from every direction as she came. The one in her ass made it all the way to her stomach where it met the one that had shoved into her muzzle. Two Discords came together and made out inside her. They grew tiny shafts themselves, wrapping together and fucking each other’s throats as they moved back and forth, Twilight’s entire digestive track getting fucked.
Discord laughed as he came, each of the tentacles inside Twilight vomiting his sperm, the two in Twilight’s belly creaming themselves atop that. The tentacles not inside her gathered around, showering her body with thick cum, globs of cum and blood floating around them in the void.
“Well we have an agreement,” Discord grinned as he withdrew. “Which I fully intend to keep.”
“Thank you so much,” Twilight coughed up cum and blood as he withdrew, but didn’t care.
“So I’ll revive your corpse and allow her to live in my realm,” Discord said, grabbing hold of Derpy’s corpse. “This is YOUR corpse, right? That you made? Or had made?”
“What? No!” Twilight’s face went from relief to terror in seconds. “You can’t do that! You promised!”
“I promised I’d let HER live here, not you,” Discord laughed.
Discord snapped his fingers, and Derpy convulsed to life even as Twilight felt herself fade back into the same corpsified condition as she had been in before. Derpy screamed as soon as she could, having a lot of screams built up by this point, so Discord let her shout it out while talking to Twilight.
“Once she’s done screaming,” Discord said. “She’ll give you a goodbye fuck.”
“You can’t… not that retard… damn it…” Twilight got out a few more words as her heart beat to a stop, body encompassed in the eternal torment she would continue to suffer once again. Discord twisted her head with one tentacle, wrenching it free from her body to complete the return to normalcy.
“I’m alive?” Derpy asked once she finished screaming several days later. She waved her hooves about in front of her face as if in awe. “I forgot what this was like!”
“You are!” Discord grinned, having waited. “Which mean you outlived everypony that wanted you dead, and everypony else! Want to fuck Twilight before she heads off to her eternal torment? I think they will use her as a sacred fuck doll or something.”
“Sure!” Derpy grinned. It took a moment for Derpy to get her bearings, flying the wrong direction a few times before colliding with Twilight’s body.
“I’d get your daughter, but I can’t get to her soul,” said Discord.
“It’s fine!” said Derpy, one eye on Twilight and the other on Discord. “She was a brat, anyway.”
“I’ll make you a new one then!” Discord decided.
“Deal!” agreed Derpy.
Derpy grabbed for Twilight’s head first, bringing it down to her crotch as Discord’s magic gave her the bits she needed to molest the head. Being a futa-spell from Discord, Derpy’s dick looked like a tiny version of herself, bouncing eyes and all.
Having the retard’s retarded cock smacking her face was humiliating enough for Twilight, but it didn’t stop there. Derpy turned her head around, taking a few attempts before her shaft burrowed itself into Twilight’s throat from the wrong end, pushing up into her muzzle. Derpy shivered at the feel of the sticky, cooling flesh.
But why stop there? Derpy floated closer to Twilight’s torso, pushing Twilight’s muzzle against her own rape-slickened pussy. As she thrust, she forced Twilight’s muzzle inside, forcing the alicorn to muzzle-fuck herself at the same time. Derpy shivered, pushing balls deep into Twilight’s neck, dick pushing out Twilight’s muzzle and all the way to her cervix.
Derpy felt Discord grab hold of her plot as she rammed Twilight, so flagged her tail and spread her hind legs. At first she worried that she might be too used to painful sex to enjoy this, but Discord solved that, his tiny dick-cord scraping its claws along her sensitive insides. It left tiny paper-cut like slits along her insides to sting against her cunt honey and his pre.
Derpy squeaked when Discord leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had one of those; not even the stallion that raped Dinky into her kissed her like that. She returned it, battling her tongue against his, until his tongue sprouted limbs and a dick. Discord’s tongue held Derpy’s tongue down, raping and strangling it as it screamed.
Okay, sex with this guy would be weird, but Derpy could live with it. At least she was living at all!
“Oh I will like you,” grinned Discord when Derpy went with the tongue-raping so easily.
Derpy couldn’t answer as she was too busy squealing in orgasmic bliss. She unloaded her first pleasurable orgasm in years deep into Twilight’s snatch, getting off further by knowing how agonizing it was for the princess of fuck-pillows.
Discord’s happy little dick vomited a torrent of seed soon after as her pussy convulsed around it. It stung at the bleeding flesh and filled her womb like a water balloon, stretching it out until her belly looked pregnant enough to pop.
Derpy shivered at the mix of pain and pleasure, fading into a peaceful, naughty-dream-filled sleep.
“Oh well I guess I should take Twilight back to her new masters,” Discord chuckled as he yanked his shaft free of Derpy and left her floating there in the void with cum leaking out. “You know, I think I’ll name our first foal Screwball. Pretty sure the monsters ate the other one.”
1. Applejack Returns A Favor
Twilight knocked on Applejack’s door. Spike stood behind her with notes, parchment, and quills. She also had a shovel, which wasn't out of place at all. Either way, Twilight was eager to get more data on her new research project.
“Hay thar, Twilight,” Applejack said as the door opened, “Thank ya fer coming.”
Twilight cleared her throat.
“Oh, right,” Applejack bowed the best she could with her swollen belly. “Sorry ah keep fergettin’, Princess.”
“Oh it’s fine,” Twilight said, showing mercy, “You’re only a mud pony.” Twilight had dialed up her racism after becoming Princess. She was objectively better than her friends now, after all. “I’m eager to begin. Is your family here?”
“No,” Applejack said, knowing better than to take offense, “Though ah can’t figure why ya wanted them to be gone, especially Mac.”
“Trust me, they’d get in the way,” Twilight explained, "Follow."
Twilight trotted away from the house and into the orchard. She grabbed parchment from Spike and looked thoughtful as she read and walked.
“Pinkie wanted to be here too,” Applejack mentioned, waddling after Twilight, “Mac wants a go at her, since we found out we’re cousins or somethin’.”
If Applejack didn’t know better, which she didn’t, she’d think Twilight was trying to avoid witnesses.
“Pinkie’s happily visiting her family’s rock pit,” Twilight assured, “She’s probably having a lick-off with all her sisters as we speak. It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t have brothers to fuck like we do.”
“Ah guess we’re doin’ it outside,” said Applejack.
Applejack didn't want to sound like she was questioning royalty, but wondered why they were headed into the orchard. And what the shovel was for.
“Dirt is easier to clean.” said Twilight. She'd learned to keep answers simple when dealing with hick friends, “I can’t thank you enough for having Big Mac’s foal. I've been wanting to get more data on incestuous births.”
“Aw, well it’s tha least ah kin do,” smiled Applejack, “Specially after you pulled strings fer me when ah... with Cheerilee.”
“Don’t mention it,” smiled Twilight, smiling and waving a hoof, “Murdering somepony for dating your brother is completely natural. I attempted to eliminate Cadence several times before warming up to her.”
They walked for several more minutes before Twilight stopped. For some innocent reason, Twilight erected a bubble of silence around them. She turned to face Applejack, surrounding her with magic as well. Twilight passed the shovel to Spike, who glared, but walked to the edge of the bubble and started digging.
“What in tarnation?” Applejack asked, watching Spike.
“Don’t worry about him,” smiled Twilight, “Ready?”
“Uh, sure,” said Applejack, “If this is what you think’s best, ah trust ya.”
”It is best! If I induce your labor, it won't catch me off guard later,” explained Twilight, “I have an appointment with Celestia this week to help new students at her school; I didn’t want to risk interruption.”
“You royals and yer foal-fiddlin’,” chuckled Applejack, but then tumbled as the first contraction rocked her. She clenched her teeth as it came much harder than she expected. Moving slowly, Applejack lay on the ground and rolled onto her back. She opened her hind legs toward Twilight, but continued their conversation, “Sometimes ah wonder if ah should keep you away from Bloom.”
“Oh you’re too late for that,” said Twilight politely. Twilight scribbled on her parchment and watched Applejack attentively. “After we executed that retard, I started hanging out with Fluttershy more. Suffice to say, Fluttershy rubbed off on me, and then me and her rubbed off on Applebloom together several times! I’m glad she taught me to enjoy foals more; it helps me appreciate my own early training with Celestia.”
“Wait, what?” Applejack had been joking about Applebloom, who Applejack believed to be keeping it in the family. Further complaint, however, was cut off by another contraction.
“Goodness, Applejack,” Twilight laughed goodheartedly, “You must be the only pony in Ponyville that didn’t know. I’ve become a raging foalophile; I'm probably more one than Fluttershy now. It’s expected, you know. It's basically a requirement for royalty anyway.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” groaned Applejack as her face twisted, her pain increasing with each convulsion, “Ah think ah might need some birthin’ help, so if ya could get over here...”
“What do you mean?” asked Twilight, caught off guard, “I’m here to observe. I can’t interfere without risking the experiment.”
“Twilight!” Applejack said firmly. It was getting harder to be respectful. “This ain’t no joke, ah could die if there are complications!”
“Well obviously there is a high probability of complications,” nodded Twilight. She had thought that to be obvious.
It should have been obvious at least with Spike still digging the hole. Applejack had always been a bit slow. For now, Twilight continued to write, “I induced and sped up the process. It’s a necessary risk; I don’t have time in my schedule to wait hours or days for you to have a safe birth.”
Spike began to rub himself at the sight of Applejack’s spread hind legs and twitching cunt, but Twilight smacked his claw away. Spike grumbled, looking like a hatchling deprived of his favorite toy, which he was, but returned to digging. The longer Twilight was a princess, the more she enjoyed mistreating him, and he had became a bit malcontent.
“Twilight, I ain’t kiddin’!” Applejack paniced, breathing heavily and holding her swollen, sloshing belly as her body contracted again. “Somethin’s wrong!”
“Applejack,” Twilight warned seriously, “If you continue to risk the experiment by begging for mercy, I shall be forced to mute you, and I’d rather not. I’d lose the data on your screams.”
Applejack arched her back at another surge of pain, a pinkish discharge oozing from her swollen slit, tears rolling down her face. She realized that the conversation was going nowhere, so all she could do was try to survive. She relaxed as much as she could, picking up a nearby stick on the ground and biting down on it for support.
Twilight casually hummed to herself as she tugged the stick out of Applejack’s muzzle. She tossed it outside the magic bubble before she gathered up other nearby rocks and sticks to leave her friend with nothing.
Applejack finally resorted to biting down on her own hoof as her body heaved. The lump shifted downward, forced more firmly with each convulsion. Twilight noticed that there wasn’t a single lump. One was pushed down as another waited its turn; she was having twins. Twilight excitedly leaned forward as she watched and wrote.
The first foal had a brown head with reddish mane as it stretched Applejack’s lips. As her cunt spread wide, Applejack's panic made her tense, and there was an audible rip in her flesh. Blood poured out around the little one’s head. Applejack fell completely back, unable to even raise her head from the ground, four legs kicking as pain ripped through her body, the accelerated birth magnifying it exponentially. She screamed in frustration before beginning to sob outright.
“Spike!” Applejack begged, “Oh my Twilight please don’t let me die...”
‘Aw, thanks,” Twilight said, sincerely, “That’s the first time I’ve heard anypony swear in my name.”
“Yeah, sure, AJ,” grumbled Spike, digging quickly enough that only the top half of his body was visible as he continued to dig, “Like I’m gonna go against Twilight for the sake of somepony that doesn’t even put out.”
The first foal squeezed further, kicking its front legs then bucking its hind ones while they were still inside, exasperating the bleeding further. It was a cute little colt that flopped onto the ground, and it was followed shortly after by another head. Twilight at first expected it to be a colt as well, since dual-gendered twins were rare, but was delighted when it was a filly. They were covered in blood so it was hard to see, but she looked the same color pattern as her brother.
“Oh Applejack,” moaned Twilight, “You look really hot right now, and have such sexy little foals. You don’t mind if I masturbate to your death do you? Great!”
Twilight continued writing with her magic, but slipped both hooves between her thighs and began to rub at her sopping wet slit. She watched as Applejack writhed, trying hard to sit up enough to at least look at her foals, twisting herself about trying to see, but too weak.
“At least show ‘em to me,” Applejack sobbed, “And let Mac know-“
“The no helping you rule stands,” Twilight panted, “Besides, I’m not taking them to your family. Seeing them gave me some interesting ideas, so I’ll be taking these hot fuckable little biscuits home with me.”
“Do ah at least get to name ‘em?” asked Applejack between wails, out-screaming the newborns.
“Nah,” shrugged Twilight, “I’ll just call them Filly-1 and Colt-1. It’s simpler.”
“But they’ll know,” Applejack groaned, barely able to keep consciousness, “Everypony’ll wonder why ah died and where tha foals went.“
“No,” smiled Twilight, rolling her eyes at her silly friend, “That’s why I wanted to do this in the orchard, for easy cleanup. I’ll tell everypony that you weren’t here when I visited, and they won’t know different because I can make the ground look undisturbed where you’re buried.
Applejack’s eyes went wide, looking at Spike, “Oh Celestia... he’s diggin’ mah grave?!”
“Indeed,” chuckled Twilight good-naturedly, “I don’t look down on you for being slow to realize that though; you are just a dirt pony.”
“Eventually you’ll be a literal dirt pony,” laughed Spike. “Cause you know... rotting and worms and...”
“Shut up Spike,” Twilight smiled kindly at him, “That looks deep enough. Go ahead and toss her in.”
“Ah’m not even dead yet!” Applejack sobbed, “Twilight stop this! Please ah’ll do anythang!”
“You’re welcome,” Twilight said, offended at Applejack’s lack of gratitude, “Here I am offering to let you suffocate instead of bleeding to death for who knows how long, and all you can think of is yourself.” Twilight tsked, shaking her head in disappointment.
Twilight grasped the foals in her magic, intentionally keeping Applejack from seeing them. Instead she turned so that she was between Applejack and them. She snipped the cords, and Twilight smiled as their wailing closer to her muffled the sound of Applejack moaning.
“Aw, you two are so adorable!” Twilight smiled, rubbing a perverted hoof firmly against the filly’s slit, then massaging gently at the colt’s tiny sheath, “This is perfect. If I breed you two darlings, I’ll have even more data on incest foals!”
Spike grumbled as he grasped Applejack by her tail, dragging her slowly across the dirt as she sobbed, leaving a trail of blood and afterbirth behind her. He pulled her aside the grave, then rolled her into it. She hit the bottom on her belly and cried out again, panicking more as the world faded, dizzy and cold as death crept nearer.
Spike looked at Twilight perving on the newborns, so shrugged and hopped into the grave himself. He already had a boner throbbing in front of him, smacking his belly as he moved, but that bitch Twilight never let him get off at these things anymore. He figured he’d get a quickie in while she wasn’t looking.
Applejack’s sobbing became a confused yelp as she felt Spike walk across her, each step causing her more stabs of pain. He hopped behind her plot and pulled her bloody tail out of his way. Her pussy was pretty useless at this point, but her asshole was tighter than ever as she clenched it in agony. He lubricated himself with a bit of the gore, then forced his way into his dying friend’s tail hole, shivering as it gripped him and beginning to thrust.
He pounded her hard, and Applejack’s moans covered up the sound of their bodies slapping together as Spike made use of her once more. He loved how she twitched with each new agony, so he intentionally dragged his claws around her bleeding cunt tearing it open further until it was barely recognizable as a pussy. He reached to dig claws into her swollen breasts as well, twisting hard and letting his claws dig into her flesh freely. He loved the feel of pony flesh ripping at his claws, and it wasn’t something he got to feel often.
Spike rolled her over to flip her, both so that he could enjoy the pain and despair in her eyes, and so that he had better access. He licked his lips, dragging his claws down her belly, slicing deep into her flesh at her belly button and dragging downward. All she could do is shake her head weakly as he cut all the way to her clit, then ripped her gut open with his claws.
"Sorry AJ," panted Spike, "I don't get to eat real pony very often; I'm sure you understand."
Spike continued to hammer his hips, opening her ass with each thrust. Now that Applejack's gut was open, he could see the stretch of his shaft as it pushed in and out of her intestines. The part he was interested in consuming though was different. He grasp at Applejack's flabby womb, which had so recently housed her twins, tearing the organ free, her ovaries and most of her foal canal coming with it. He held it up, wrapping his tongue around and ovary and slurping it into his muzzle, tearing it off and chewing. His eyes rolled back at the sweet taste of pony flesh.
"Spike," Applejack managed to stammer, her body now wrecked with constant agony, "Why?"
"What?" asked Spike, tearing off the other ovary, gore drooling down his maw, "It's not like you're gonna be using it again."
"Kill me," begged Applejack.
"Nah," said Spike, "It'd make your asshole go limp. Besides, watching you suffer is reeeeally hot."
He felt his shaft drooling pre-cum into her tail hole even as he slurped her fuck tunnel into his maw like thick pasta, then stuffed the rest of the womb down his throat, gnawing messily as he tore it apart and took it down a bit at a time. He chuckled at the look of abject terror on her face as she watched him. That look alone might have sent him over.
His dragon dick sent a torrent of thick see up into her intestines, Spike moaning as he watched through the gaping hole in her chest. He could see her guts swell with his seed as it washed further up into her. He groaned, leaning forward to get a better look at her.
His claws grasped her breasts again, on either side of the slice down her middle, turning his hands about to dig into her flesh, tearing out a handful of each. He feasted on the spongy breast flesh, milk and blood drooling down his front as he stuffed first one and then the other into his muzzle.
"Twilight plans on killing Applebloom later today, "Spike lied, just to make Applejack's death that much more miserable. "Thought you'd wanna know."
Applejack's eyes went wide, but when she tried to speak, all she could do was choke on her own blood pooling in her maw. She convulsed several last times before her eyes glossed over, her writhing becoming twitching. Spike grinned as he watched her breathing stop, and finally pulled himself from her now somewhat-looser rear hole.
“That’s it,” Spike groaned, “I got you after all muddy. Now if I can just manage to get at Rainbow’s plot, I’ll have notches for all six of you.”
Spike chuckled, yanking his shaft free of her and crawling out of the hole, leaving the corpse with his cum drooling from its asshole . Fortunately, Twilight was still distracted, so he pushed the dirt back into the hole as quickly as he could. He was sore that Twilight hadn’t allowed him to on her own; Applejack was his friend too after all, why shouldn’t he get to fuck her as she died?
Twilight was too enamored with her little ones, inspecting them closely. She cast a spell upon herself so that her breasts puffed out, then allowed each of the little ones to latch on. She purred as they slipped their tiny muzzles over her nipples and suckled.
Twilight rubbed a hoof over each of their behinds, not that they appreciated it much yet. She used her formed a magical shaft to massage herself within, working herself rapidly to tense up, her soft pussy twitching. She bit her lower lip as she brought herself to the edge, then quickly pulled their little muzzles from her breasts and pushed them against her pussy as she creamed.
The innocent infants didn’t question it, lapping and slurping up the femme cum that spurted out of Twilight’s slit like a fountain. She shivered happily, rubbing against their faces before letting them move back to her breasts.
“There we go,” Twilight panted, “I’ll need to use some magic and potions to make you two mature faster; I don’t want to wait for you to be hold enough to slap bellies.”
“Muddy is taking a dirt nap,” Spike said from behind Twilight, having tucked his equipment back into his reptilian slit lest Twilight notice he had put it to use.
“Excellent,” Twilight smiled, but paused, "You're covered in blood?"
"What?" shrugged Spike, "You didn't say I couldn't eat on her, and the meat would've gone bad anyway."
"That makes sense I guess," Twilight's horn glowing brightly as she dropped the bubble around them, her energy spreading over the ground to both cleanse it of bodily fluids and smooth over the grave so it wouldn’t be distinguishable. “Let’s leave the bitch to rot and head home; we have work to do!”
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11. Twilight Provides Fluttershy With A Budget Abortion
“Fluttershy, you know that I love you, as I do all my friends,” Rarity said carefully, standing outside Fluttershy’s cottage and calling to her, “But you need to stop trying to murder my little sister. It’s getting to the point of... being a bit tacky.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac said, apparently intending the same for Applebloom.
“But... Twilight!” Fluttershy tried to explain, from behind the door, “Your slutty sisters will steal her away from me!”
“Darling,” Rarity sighed, “I know that Sweetie is an apocalyptic level slut, but that’s exactly why you have nothing to worry about. I don’t think she could fall in love with somepony if she tried, and as for Applebloom, she wants to marry her friends and Mac far more than Twilight. They’re both terrified of Twilight; they always cry when it’s time to leave for ‘Twilight Time’.”
“Eyup,” Big Mac nodded.
“It’s not about them, it’s the attention Twilight gives them.” Fluttershy replied “I don’t care if they love Twilight or not, Twilight does.”
“Look, darling,” Rarity said firmly, “You need to give us our sisters, or Big Mac is going to bust down the door and no amount of Twilight’s magic will fix what we do to you.”
“...Fine,” Fluttershy growled, “But you won’t stop me from killing Scootaloo at least!” She thought that maybe she could bide her time and get the other two later, but she didn’t have enough animal friends home right now to take on Big Mac, so it’d have to wait.
“Why the fuck would we care if you killed Scootaloo?” Rarity asked with a twinge of confusion in her voice.
The door opened swiftly, and Fluttershy literally threw Sweetie and Applebloom at their older siblings. Both fillies had front and hind legs tied, a gag tightly fitted about their heads and rather girthy vibrators buzzing away in both hot little fuck holes. Not bothering to remove any of it, Rarity caught Sweetie in her magic and draped her over her back. Mac did much the same, taking a moment to slurp at Applebloom’s cunt honey that was drooling down her thighs before putting her on his back.
The two fillies struggled, probably wanting to complain that they didn’t want Scootaloo to die either, or to at least take them out of the bondage, but their older siblings carried them off back home regardless.
“Let’s hope she’ll be sated with that insufferable orphan brat,” Rarity said, turning to Mac, “This is the third time we’ve had to stop in the middle of a good fuck to go get our brats.”
Fluttershy growled as they walked off, turning to Scootaloo, who was still bound upon the couch. Scootaloo looked at her with tears in her eyes, though she couldn’t speak with the gag. Fluttershy herself was a bit large-bellied, her pregnancy from Colt-1 coming close to its end. It had gone faster than a pregnancy should, but not as quickly as it would have if she had been pumped full of hormones like the experiments were. All the same, she was near popping.
“I guess I’ll just have to make you suffer three times as much,” said Fluttershy darkly, “Before midnight, you’ll regret even looking at Twilight.”
“Hi Fluttershy!” Twilight blurted out, suddenly teleporting in right behind Fluttershy.
Fluttershy eep-ed and leaped upward, grabbing hold to a rafter and shivering violently.
“Goodness, Twilight!” Fluttershy hyperventilated as she hovered back down to the floor, “You startled me! Um... so. Can we fuck? If that’s okay?” Fluttershy tried to stand between Twilight and Scootaloo as if hoping that Twilight wouldn’t see.
“Oh, I see my fiancée is visiting you,” Twilight smiled, “That’s fine, I was going to go pry her away from her dirty dyke friends anyway.” She looked at Scootaloo, “Come, my dearest love, I have something to show you and this ugly yellow bitch.”
There was a blinding flash, and the three disappeared from the cottage, on their way back to Twilight’s lab. Scootaloo was teleported without her bonds, leaving the ropes, gag, and two moist vibrators on Fluttershy’s couch, still buzzing away for one of the animals to find.
They appeared again in the middle of Twilight’s lab. On the bed next to them, Filly-2 and Colt-2 were at it again in a 69 position. Colt-2 rammed Filly-2’s face, her muzzle forced open so hard that her jaw had popped free and was dangling as her throat was directly fucked. Even as she gagged on his cock, Colt-2 was gagging on Filly-2, slurping her prolapse up into his muzzle and working it with his gums and teeth to give it a painful massage, his tongue invading the hole as he pushed it in and out of Filly-2, fucking her with her own pussy.
In the cages, Spike and Herm-1 had apparently came to enough of an understanding for Herm-1 to have backed up against the bars in between their cells, as Spike held its hips in his claws and pounded it from behind. Spike’s claws were dragging across its flanks and digging in like nails to see a steady flow of blood down its legs, even as his throbbing double dragons invaded its juicy cunt and not-so-tight asshole.
It had grown to over twice Spike’s size at this point, and its own shafts were freakishly large, each of the two slightly longer and girthier than Mac’s, who was the most endowed stallion in Ponyville. What’s more, its prehensile shafts had nasty ridges and barbs, as if designed to make the act as nonconsensual as possible. These two beauties slapped against Herm-1’s belly as it rammed hips back against Spike.
“Oh dear,” Fluttershy’s eyes glistened as she watched Herm-1’s hypnotic cocks flop about. “I... would really like those inside me... if that’s okay. Preferably while you’re also inside of me... very preferably.”
Scootaloo was wide-eyed and staring at the creature as well, though she looked more afraid of the massive male-parts than eager to get split in half by them like Fluttershy.
“We could do that!” nodded Twilight, “But since my dearest love is here, I’d like you to get in some love with her. Maybe she’ll rub off on you and you won’t be such a Me-awful lay.”
“Um, I’d really rather not fuck that bitch,” Fluttershy said, shifty eyes glancing over to Scootaloo, “But I’ll do it if you’d like.”
“Fluttershy doesn’t want to fuck an underage hottie?” Spike chuckled from across the room, “Wow, she must REALLY hate you, Scoot.”
“Oh it won’t be that bad,” assured Twilight, “Let’s start with a bit of foreplay, shall we? A nice little sixty-nine with the two of you?”
“Can you please at least fuck me while we do this?” sighed Fluttershy.
“Shut your whore mouth, Fluttershy,” Twilight said in her kindest voice. “You have better things to be doing with it.”
With that, Twilight picked up Fluttershy in her magic, slamming her down on the floor facing upwards. Fluttershy squeaked as her head hit the cement, rubbing it with both hooves as she watched the little filly she hated most being floated over her. Scootaloo looked into Fluttershy’s hate-filled eyes warily as she was placed atop Fluttershy’s chest.
“Why don’t you nurse these gorgeous breasts, dear?” Twilight suggested, pushing Scootaloo’s face into one of Fluttershy’s milk mounds, which were swollen and leaking due to her pregnant state, “It’ll go to waste if you don’t, since her foal is about to die.”
“Please don’t do that,” whimpered Fluttershy, both in reference to Scootaloo nursing her and the fetus-murder. Fluttershy had wanted her foal to be fully developed and in one piece so she could have it stuffed for her plush pile.
Fluttershy’s request was ignored, her head pushed upward, rubbing her nose against the foal-slut she was staring up at like a dog getting its nose rubbed in its own crap after having an accident. She sputtered with disgust, which was truly uncharacteristic of her; the fact that Fluttershy actually wasn’t enjoying engaging in foalaphilia really said something about her feelings for Scootaloo. Twilight had been previously certain that there wasn’t an underage hole anywhere that Fluttershy wouldn’t ram her tongue into, not on ponies, animals, or monsters.
“I love you,” Twilight whispered to Scootaloo, though her eyes were looking at Fluttershy’s face when she said it, chuckling to herself at how Fluttershy’s expression contorted further in rage.
“I... love you too, sweetie,” Scootaloo said, without an ounce of eagerness, but knew better than to deny the affection of a mad goddess. Of course Scootaloo had figured out long ago that Twilight was just using her to fuck with Fluttershy, but didn’t dare call her out on it to her face.
From Fluttershy’s look of disgust, one might think she was a nun being told to do this, but all the same she pushed her muzzle against Scootaloo’s experienced little hole, parting the lips with her tongue and lapping deeply, pushing her tight little tunnel open. Scootaloo was terrified that Fluttershy was going to bite down or outright start ripping out flesh with her teeth, but it felt nice so far, so she slowly began to grind her hips down against Fluttershy’s face, grinding her soft clit against Fluttershy’s chin and drooling down her muzzle.
Scootaloo actually liked nursing, just like Fluttershy usually liked being nursed; they used to do it plenty before Fluttershy and she were one another’s arch-nemesis. Scootaloo found Fluttershy milkier than ever in her pregnant state, pressing her hooves about the nipple and enjoying the feel of the fluid shifting about. She suckled eagerly, relaxing for a moment as it seemed that Fluttershy might actually be nice during this.
Unfortunately, she didn’t stay nice. Eventually Fluttershy couldn’t stand the sound of Scootaloo moaning in pleasure, so bit down hard on her clit, twisting her head and trying to rip it free. Scootaloo squealed, but Fluttershy found Twilight’s magic grasping her head before she could pull back hard enough to rip it off.
“Bad slut!” Twilight said, “Here, try this hole.”
Fluttershy’s teeth were pried apart, then muzzle pushed against Scootaloo’s anus instead. Fluttershy made a new face of disgust, and then looked sick as she realized that the orphanage didn’t have the best cleaning facilities. Still, she bore it, taking long laps again, pushing her tongue into the tight anal ring, running it around inside as deep as she could do, tugging out what tiny chunks that she could. She smeared it over her gums before pushing into her again.
Scootaloo groaned at the new licking, this being one of the very few sexual acts that the foal had never experienced. She flagged her tail, beginning to grind again. She felt the trickle slowing from the nipple she was on, so moved to the other, nursing more greedily on this one, settling in and beginning to enjoy the treatment again.
The sight of drooling foal-hole wasn’t something Twilight could keep away from, so she slid a hoof beneath Scootaloo and ground it against those soft lips, feeling Scootaloo grind back. It was lovely to see such a young creature enjoy such an adult activity so much. When Twilight took charge, she intended to not just make this acceptable behavior, but to make it law. Parents that didn’t start fucking their foals full-on by the time they were ten would be arrested for child abuse, recess at school would become rape-time, and hooves-on sex education would start in kindergarten. Ponies wouldn’t be required to get consent from underage foals, and soon foalaphilia would be so acceptable that it would be common to see adults raping sobbing foals in public, or foals raping each other! It was going to be so incredibly hot.
Scootaloo came, biting down onto Fluttershy’s nipple in the process. Twilight encouraged this, grasping her teeth with her magic and forcing her jaws tighter, then twisted her head and yanked her back to force her to tear Fluttershy’s nipple right off her body. Scootaloo continued to nurse even then, afraid to do anything else, and was soon nursing a sweet mix of milky blood from the nipple as Fluttershy teared up and ate out the delicious foal butt.
Spike apparently had good timing, because it was about this time that he groaned from behind them and splattered Herm-1‘s insides with delicious dragon sperm. Twilight yanked Spike off of Herm-1 while his cocks were still firing off cum, leaving a trail of it as she tossed him to the opposite side of his cage, the dragon growling as his happy-sticks were yanked free of Herm-1. Herm-1 itself hissed and snarled in Twilight’s direction for taking away her fuck buddy.
“This little thing has been such a disappointment overall,” commented Twilight, “I mean I still have the horn restraint on it for safety, but when I’ve taken it off to test its aptitude... well I’m pretty sure this thing can’t even use telekinesis... It can use cocks though!”
Herm-1 seemed more agreeable though when Twilight opened the door to its cage. The creature rushed out the door, licking its lips as it moved towards the middle of the lab with the others. Its eyes went from one pony to the next as if deciding who to initiate fun-times with. The eyes landed on Fluttershy, specifically Fluttershy’s bloated belly, licking its lips, the thought of fucking out a fetus very much a good idea to the creature.
Twilight liked the idea too, so she dragged Fluttershy onto the floor, and toward Herm-1. She dragged Scootaloo too, however, sliding the orphan onto her back and placing Fluttershy above her, heavily pregnant belly pinning Scootaloo against the floor. Herm-1 was held for a moment, walking in place as if it barely even realized Twilight’s magic was holding it.
“You two are going to make out,” instructed Twilight, “Rub your pussies together, kiss passionately: the works. Scootaloo, you’re going to demean this soon-to-be not pregnant bitch, specifically about you being my love and her not being my anything. Fluttershy... you’re going to agree with her. If you don’t, I will tie you down, run all your favorite animals through a meat grinder in front of you, and then give you to the Crusaders to kill however they wish.”
“You,” Twilight continued, looking at Herm-1, “You’re going to fuck the fetus out of Fluttershy while putting one inside Scootaloo.”
Fluttershy grunted in pure rage, body shaking. Not only was Scootaloo stealing her senpai, but she had cost Fluttershy a new plush toy by having her foal taken. Still, she would do what Twilight said, but it would only be worse for Scootaloo when she finally got her tied down again.
“Pregnant?” Scootaloo had serious reservations as well.
“Don’t worry my love,” Twilight licked Scootaloo’s forehead, “Soon your underage fuck hole will be crafting even more underage fuck holes for us to play with.”
Scootaloo looked up at the burning hatred staring down at her from Fluttershy’s eyes, but began to roll her hips against her all the same. Fluttershy responded, and they began to grind their clits together while moving tails aside for Herm-1 to properly wreck said pussies.
“Oh Celestia, I am so pathetic,” Fluttershy said between clenched teeth, but all the same believed what she was saying, “Beaten by a Celestia-damned foal.” To Fluttershy, foals were just fuck toys. An eleven-year-old filly shouldn’t even have a say in who fucks her, much less be able to woo a princess, yet somehow Fluttershy had been beaten by her. How humiliating.
“You are,” Scootaloo answered, not nearly as sincerely, but unfortunately it hadn’t occurred to Fluttershy that Scootaloo wouldn’t want Twilight. “You’re only good at being beaten and raped; why would anypony want to give you pleasure?”
Lewd banter became a lot more difficult, however, when Twilight released Herm-1. The creature was locked on to those juicy slits, and rushed to mount as soon as it could.
Fluttershy squeaked as her lips were pushed apart to make way for sleek fuck-flesh, popping against each ridge as he forced his way in, stretching her wider than a non-magical cock ever had. She groaned, rolled her eyes back, and pushed back against the invasion despite the pain as it immediately began slamming against her cervix. She was sobbing in no time, though at the same time she was intentionally keeping her body tensed in such a way as to increase both pain and damage to her body, because she knew a worthless pony like herself deserved every ache and sting.
Scootaloo let herself go loose instead of tensing up. Unlike Fluttershy, she was trying to minimize rather than maximize her own agony, but still pushed back as she felt her cunt invaded. At her size, the meat had as much girth as if Scootaloo was giving birth, but repeatedly rammed into her rather than just coming out once. She tried hard not to cry as the stinging pain pierced her body, but failed as usual with such, choking on sobs of her own.
Twilight wasn’t planning on being left out, her horn glowing and her hind legs shivering as a thick cock of her own slid free. She grasped Herm-1 from behind, pushing forward as it pushed back, purring as she felt its sopping wet cunt sliding up her length and encompassing her like a wet glove.
Twilight slid her lab mirrors around the action, making sure that she got a good view from all angles, eager to watch the abortion-by-cock. She hadn’t seen one of those since they raped Shining’s foals out of Chrysalis.
“I could add one more atop the pile,” suggested Spike from his cage.
“Spike,” chuckled Twilight, “You are never getting in my holes again.”
“Oh yes, my goddess,” Fluttershy sobbed as Twilight moved the mirrors around her, “Watch my worthless spawn get fucked out, then finish me off if it would give you even a little pleasure! I’ll die happy so long as you are the one to do it!”
Fluttershy cried out again as the throbbing meat burst through her cervix, bloody fetal fluid washing over Herm-1’s cock and onto the floor. Fluttershy forced herself to push back harder, her belly deflating with the loss of fluid, soon bulging only with the shape of her foal and Herm-1’s cock as it rammed into her womb. Fluttershy felt Twilight’s magic within her as Twilight grasped the kicking fetus, turning the tiny unborn filly to line up its unborn pussy with Herm-1’s shaft. Twilight grinned sadistically as Herm-1 impaled the pre-infant pussy, a muffled squall coming from inside Fluttershy’s body.
Scootaloo had trouble keeping up her own lewd talk as her poor small frame got it even worse. Her hips split as her pelvic bone gave completely, her cervix speared through even while it was still knocking at Fluttershy’s, and by the time its cock impaled Fluttershy’s infant, it was already ramming through the back of Scootaloo’s womb and up into her organs. She convulsed as her whole body swelled grotesquely, gagging up blood as her innards were jarred about by the shaft. She opened her maw to scream, Fluttershy kissing her deeply before she could, lapping the blood from Scootaloo’s maw as quickly as it puddled there.
Twilight’s cock throbbed hard as well; the excitement of snuffing out such an innocent life for no better reason than to get her off was incredible. She barely even had to move, the pummeling of Herm-1’s hips enough to keep her jackhammering into the drooling hole. Herm-1 howled beneath her upon feeling its shaft push into the filly inside, the movements only becoming more violent by the second.
By the time Herm-1’s belly smacked against Fluttershy’s behind, it had already impaled the fetus through, right up into its womb and out the back. The little one’s screams were cut off as the cock exited out her maw and smacked the back wall of Fluttershy’s womb. As Fluttershy’s body contracted rapidly, Twilight yanked the fetus down through her torn fuck tunnel, pulling it further down onto Herm-1’s base.
“Too... deep... aa,” Scootaloo managed to get out before she gagged up more blood, quickly followed by the bloody tip of Herm-1’s other shaft, the filly going cross-eyed to look at it in horror.
Neither bottom had much control over their bodies as the torment increased with each thrust, but Fluttershy still managed to suckle at Herm-1’s tip as it protruded from Scootaloo’s throat. She strained to move, wrapping her front hooves around Scootaloo’s neck, and after a glance back to confirm that Twilight was adequately distracted, did her best to wrench Scootaloo’s head right off her body, hoping to get the little bitch beyond repair before Twilight stopped her.
Twilight noticed, but rather than stop her, she just made sure to hold Scootaloo’s head against the rest of her body enough that Fluttershy wouldn’t pry it off. It was so adorable when Fluttershy tried to murder somepony.
Herm-1 didn’t care who died and who didn’t at the moment, all it cared about was creaming as hard as it could, so that’s what it did. A torrent of seed flooded Fluttershy’s womb, belly swelling up to near bursting, leaving the barely-alive foal to suffocate in sperm, ending her life, which had been nothing but delicious agony. Right after suffocating, it was torn free from Fluttershy’s body, leaving a gaping hole behind, getting dragged back into Herm-1’s cage by merit of still being impaled on one of its cocks.
Some of the cum from the other cock went straight through Scootaloo for Fluttershy to drink down, Herm-1 filling her from both ends.
Feeling herself loaded with burning spunk, Fluttershy ceased wrenching Scootaloo’s head, instead pulling her forward enough that she could hold her muzzle shut tightly, doing her best to squeeze Scootaloo’s hips with her own hind legs to try and keep it from flowing back out of her. Scootaloo’s body bloated, and despite her agony, Fluttershy’s eyes gleamed with psychotic glee as Scootaloo’s belly burst, sending a mass of cum-soaked organs onto the floor. Fluttershy came hard herself at the feel of Scootaloo’s writhing, dying body beneath her own, though her own juice was lost beneath the flood from Herm-1.
“Yes finally!” Fluttershy gagged out the words, “Die you insufferable cunt! You’ll never get Twilight n- NO!”
Fluttershy’s words changed to panic as she realized that Twilight’s magic was pulling Scootaloo back together, starting to rip Scootaloo’s organs out with her teeth to fling them about, but her fervor couldn’t match the speed of the healing.
Twilight laughed as she let herself go inside Herm-1, bathing the mutant womb in her own fertile seed, looking forward to what might pop out afterward. She yanked herself out of Herm-1, then tossed the fuck-crazed creature back into its cage, slamming the door as both Fluttershy’s and Scootaloo’s gaping holes poured blood and seed.
Apparently Scootaloo had the same idea as Fluttershy, since when she saw that she was healed but Fluttershy wasn’t, she pushed Fluttershy off and leaped up onto a nearby table to grab hold of one of the surgical blades there. She was back on her in an instant, ramming the blade into Fluttershy’s asshole, knife-fucking her violently for a few moments before tearing upward, slicing right across her slit and up her belly, tearing a gaping hole in Fluttershy’s gut for the cum inside her to burst free as well.
“No! Twilight must... not you!” Fluttershy gagged, but was quickly muffled when Scootaloo began to repeatedly stab her throat. Scootaloo laughed now, slitting Fluttershy’s throat and then ramming the blade into each eye socket in turn, bursting her eyes and then twisting it in the socket. As she did so, she released a stream of urine into Fluttershy’s open gut as if to complete the insult, creating a soup of blood, cum, and piss in the bowl that was Fluttershy’s torso.
“I’m gonna fuck Twilight on top of your corpse, bitch!” Scootaloo screamed, but then felt herself pulled off Fluttershy, watching the yellow pegasus mend now, and had much the same reaction as Fluttershy did, “Nononono! She was like a second from being dead!”
“You two are such dumb fucks,” laughed Twilight. “Scootaloo, leave. Since I love you, I’ll give you a sixty second head start before releasing Fluttershy.”
Scootaloo groaned in frustration, but dropped the knife and ran for the exit, which Twilight helpfully unlocked for her. Scootaloo wished she could fly a great deal , since running was leaving a trail of bodily fluids for Fluttershy to follow. She ran upstairs and to the nearest balcony, leaping off of it, but catching herself to hang beneath it, pulling herself up into the supports and waiting. Luckily for Scootaloo, this worked well enough, Fluttershy rushing to follow the trail, flying off the balcony herself and scanning the ground to try to locate where the trail continued.
“If one of you kills the other, bring the corpse back for me to fuck!” called Twilight after them. She then looked around to find her other foals. She found Filly-2 and Colt-2 sleeping peacefully after their last go, Colt-2 gnawing on Filly-2’s prolapse gently as they slept. “I’m starting to really like these experiments, even if at this point It’s less science and more coming up with excuses to fuck foals.”
“I was kinda hoping you’d kill them both,” commented Spike from his cage, “And I’d be more okay with your experiments if I was the foal that got fucked more often.”
Spike casually walked over to the bars between the cages, reaching through them and tugging the dead fetus toward him as soon as Herm-1 slid it off its dick. Spike turned it about, holding it up against the bars as he pushed his cocks inside. The corpse’s cunt was so gaping that he was more just enjoying the feel of cooling flesh against him, but her ass was still plenty tight, wrapping around his other cock and eliciting a growl of lust.
Herm-1 saw this and moved to the other end, pushing both of its thick cocks into the tiny cadaver’s cum drooling muzzle, together making up for the large entrance. They began to fuck it back and forth, one pressing inward as the other pulled back. Herm-1 even pushed its frightening maw against the bars to share a kiss with Spike, kissing passionately as they enjoyed fucking the abortion together.
“Hm, well that’s nice,” Twilight commented as she watched, “You gave me an idea too. I think I’ll tell Ponyville hospital to send all the abortions and miscarriages to me. That could make for some fun science.”
“Long as there’s enough meat to fuck,” panted Spike between kisses. “You should have the Crusaders fuck this thing next Twilight Time, without preserving it, let it get nice and rank.”
“If any of them are even alive next week,” giggled Twilight, leaving everyone to their sleeping or fucking as she walked toward the doors. She left, locking them in tightly before going to find out of Scootaloo or Fluttershy had murdered the other.
Spike and Herm-1 moved closer, reaching claws and hooves through the bars to caress one another as they made out more hotly. They pushed their shafts deeper so that they rubbed together inside the sexy abortion, now thrusting inward together.
“Fuck, I wish that bitch was dead,” commented Spike.
Herm-1 nodded in agreement as they engaged in another deep kiss, wrapping their disturbingly long tongues together, then moved a hoof to point at its horn, specifically at the horn restraint. Spike curiously reached upward, trying to pull it free, but wasn’t able to as it was locked to Twilight.
“Are you insinuating that you have magic?” panted Spike. “Hiding it from that bitch?”
Herm-1 nodded again, though this time clenched its teeth right after, body lurching as its shafts expelled a large load of seed, as if it hadn’t already been exhausted at all. Spike followed shortly after when he felt his own shafts bathed in the warmth, grinding together as the abortion spelled up with the sudden influx, popping and pouring guts and sperm all over the cage floors.
“Huh,” grunted Spike as he came down, “Maybe there’s a chance in hell that we CAN murder the bitch.”
Herm-1 nodded one more time, licking Spike’s face.
24. Derpy Gets Molested Less Than Usual
It had been over a year at least, maybe two, since Derpy's execution. She only wished it'd been a true execution though. As it was, her soul was still trapped in her own lifeless corpse by Celestia.
Derpy could see and hear, her eyes kept wide open. Her body was limp, unable to move, but she could definitely feel. The slightest touch against her cold flesh was painful, but that wasn't the worse. Celestia corrupted Derpy's senses so that pleasure was excruciating. Having a dick inside any orifice was intense agony.
At first she thought she'd get used to it. Yet, if anything, it felt worse over time. At first Celestia put her in the 'museum' where Celestia kept the toys she didn't use often. There, Derpy was regularly corpse-raped by visitors, and was lucky if she went a whole day without at least one fat dick inside her.
Then, Shining and Cadence took her to the Crystal Empire as their personal toy, and it got worse. When the royals weren't playing with her, Derpy was left sprawled out on a table in the guard break room. Fucking 'that dead retard' during break became the norm. Then she was lucky if she had less than two dozen fat dicks cream inside her in a day.
The worst part was that Derpy knew that this was what she deserved. They guards always told her what a worthless, stupid pony she was, and they were right. No pony deserved an eternity of rape more than she did.
She wanted to die more than anything, even if she didn't deserve such a mercy. She tried hard to remember her life before, especially Dinky. She wondered how much some of the older 'museum pieces' remembered. The oldest one was Celestia's first student, and had been there for almost two-thousand years. The mare was still fully conscious, and was still fucked daily when Derpy left the museum. Derpy wondered if that one even knew who she was anymore.
Derpy hoped nopony put her down before she was that old. She'd hate to not get everything she deserved after the trouble she'd caused.
Today, Shining draped Derpy over his back and carried her during their visit to Canterlot. They did that sometime if they thought Celestia wouldn't be able to see them immediately. That way they had something to play with while they waited, and a few of the Canterlot guards often took a turn on her.
Atop Cadence's back was Flurry. The six-month-old alicorn was eager for fun, having been told they'd get to fuck her auntie's corpse. She had loosened her diaper and had one hoof pushed down the front of it, rubbing at her little slit and grinding her hips. She looked adorable in a perverse way.
Derpy got a glimpse of what was happening in the ball room when Cadence opened, and then quickly shut, the door. There was even blood spray that splattered them. Some landed on Derpy's wide-opened eyes and stung.
"I'm pretty sure that Celestia has decided to purge the nobility," Cadence said. "Last time there were only a dozen survivors. And most of those committed suicide after realizing that they'd murder-raped their families."
"Eeee!" Flurry Heart reached towards the room as the door was closing and whimpered.
"It's too dangerous in there, sweetie," Shining explained to Flurry. "We'll get you a pony to murder before we go home. Promise."
"Let's go see your auntie," Cadence suggested, "She'll probably be in the throne room."
Flurry seemed satisfied with the promise and nodded.
"There's my favorite little psychopath," Shining chuckled. He rubbed Flurry's bottom as it twitched from her masturbation. "Daddy wants to fuck that hot little cunt you're rubbing tonight too."
Derpy liked Flurry. Particularly because the new parents fucked Flurry more than Derpy now. Or each other, for that matter.
"Anyway," Cadence commented as they walked, "She won't kill us. She needs us to run things up north, and Luna likes fucking us too much. Let's be honest though... your parents are toast."
"Yeah, I'm still pissed at that part," Shining admitted.
"Yay!" Flurry wasn't pissed at that part. She was looking forward to seeing her grandparents die screaming.
"Don't let Celestia know that," warned Cadence.
"Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't enjoy it," Shining chuckled. "I love them, but if they're going to be brutally raped to death anyway, I want in on it. I mean how many stallions get to feel the deathgasm of the hole they came out of?"
"You always did like family-fucking," Cadence smirked. "I still remember when I was your foal-sitter, holping down Twilight for you to get your rape on."
"Mmm, good times," Shining said. His cock was already bobbing beneath him, rock hard. "Anyway, it's worth losing my parents if it means Twilight suffers a horrible fate. That bitchy little cock-tease hasn't put out in forever; I can't wait to help give her what she deserves."
Unfortunately, when they arrived at the throne room, Twilight wasn't there yet. Fortunately for them, but not Derpy, they had planned for this contingency.
"Oh well," Shining shrugged, "Let's fuck this dim-witted autist while we wait."
"See something you like boys?" Cadence smirked at the throne room guards, currently a bat, a pegasus, and a unicorn. She shook her rump and flagged her tail to show her dripping twat.
"Sure do!" grinned the bat.
"Yeah, that foal is hoofing herself!" nodded the pegasus.
Cadence frowned and hmmphed. Flurry on the other hoof, giggled. She pulled her wet hoof out of her diaper and held it out for the unicorn to lick.
"Sure, go ahead and fuck my infant," Shining smiled at them. "Hard and deep as you want; she's a total slut."
"Yeah, have a blast," hmmphed Cadence.
Cadence couldn't compete with Flurry's hot little foal body. Especially with Flurry being able to cast elasticity spells on herself. She was every foalaphile's dream, and all Celestia's personal throne guard were foalaphiles. Celestia loved foals and wanted guards that would enjoy watching her antics, or join in.
Flurry didn't catch her mother's jealousy. The little one stripped off her diaper, which fell off onto the floor, then flapped her oversized wings. She flew toward the guards, her little slit drooling onto the floor as she did so.
Flurry looked back at Shining, an odd smile on her face. Shining chuckled and nodded, "Go ahead sweetie. I'm sure Celestia won't mind since it's a special occasion."
The guards didn't know, but that was Flurry's 'can I snuff these guys?' face. She didn't get to snuff as much as she'd like, and when she did it was usually some prisoner. Her parents had promised her a lot of death on this trip, though, and she was going to make the most of it!
As for Shining, he sat back on Celestia's throne a bit casually. He tugged Derpy's limp body into his lap facing him, holding her close. He rubbed his throbbing member against her slit as Cadence moved up behind her. Cadence pushed against Derpy from behind, horn glowing as her own throbbing shaft grew and throbbed against Derpy's plot.
They knew that physical contact was torment for Derpy, and they wanted to torture this imbecile as much as they could. They sandwiched her between them, rubbing their hooves all over her body. Shining kissed her, enjoying the horrified look frozen on her face, and Cadence licked and nibbled at her neck.
They pushed her down together, Shining pushing into her slit and Cadence into her rear. In addition to the spell that locked Derpy inside her corpse, she was also perpetually wet in all holes. That's not to say she wasn't ice cold. After all, what would be the fun of fucking a warm corpse?
"I so wish I'd been there to help kill this simpleton," panted Cadence as she took a turn kissing Derpy. She suckled Derpy's flaccid tongue.
"Yeah I got there, but too late to rape her when she was 'alive'," Shining said. "I did get to ram her fucktard daughter's corpse, so that was fun."
Derpy hated when they mentioned Dinky. Derpy had watched over a dozen stallions bang Dinky's cadaver after Fluttershy brought it out. She'd never get that image out of her head, especially knowing it was all her fault for being a terrible mother.
Derpy tried to concentrate on the other event in the room. Derpy caught glimpses of it when Cadence turned her head to kiss her. The foal was a cutie, Derpy did like that. She hoped Flurry decided to spare the guards, but knew she wouldn’t.
Flurry enjoyed the attention. The guards had their hooves all over her immediately, rubbing all over her fuckable little body. Flurry ground her pussy against the hooves that groped her there. She wasn't interested in the hooves though; instead she licked her lips and looked at their throbbing adult shafts.
"Celestia, she's so tiny," groaned the bat, "So fucking hot."
"You guys ever fucked a foal this age before?" asked the unicorn, "Youngest I've gone was a five-year-old."
"I did a 9-month-old once," bragged the pegasus, "She didn't survive me going balls deep of course; but this little cock-fiend can!"
Flurry snuggled against the unicorn, letting him get first dibs on which hole he wanted. He grinned and lay on his back on the floor. He slid Flurry to his shaft tip, staring in lust at the tight hole as it played against him.
His lesser-race comrades were happy enough with the holes they got.The bat slid atop them, not having to mount. He could just stand atop her with his throbbing member flopping out onto her plot. She grasped the pegasus' shaft with her magic and tugged him closer. She poked her head out to lick him.
Flurry's horn glowed as she cast an elasticity spell on herself. Yet it did nothing to make her less tight, and it still took a lot of time for them to manage penetration.
Her muzzle was easiest. Still, she had to pop her jaw out of joint to accommodate them even with the spell. Her neck swelled out grotesquely as she gagged around the cock. The pegasus propped himself against the bat and began thrusting. Flurry's chest swelled as he went deeper while she lapped her tongue at his balls on each stroke.
The unicorn squealed like a foal himself when he popped inside. Her body swelled as he sank into the impossibly tight and warm hole. He grasped her and pulled her up and down like a jack-off toy, but sure enough he was able to pound her balls deep.
Once the third popped into her even tighter ass, her body was so swollen that she was barely discernable as a pony. One could see the shapes of their cock pushing through her, and they could feel each other within her. It was like she shifted all her organs out of the way so that they could fuck her straight through.
The six-month-old sexy foal body squirmed, rotating her hips with experienced motions. One might wonder if she started fucking the moment she was born, or even earlier. Whatever, she squealed and blew a blast of young cream all over them as she came herself; she loved the feel of cocks invading her from all ends.
But as lust-riddled as Flurry was, an orgasm wasn't enough to sate her. She trembled as she resisted the urge to murder them all now, wanting to feel their cum spray inside her first.
It didn't take them long with her hunny pot going off. The unicorn was first, shaking violently with orgasmic bliss. Flurry's body swelled up with his load, the little one clenching her pussy around him to not allow sperm to escape yet.
As soon as he started going off though, she used her magic to crush his neck. She moaned around the pegasus' cock as she felt the neck crack repeatedly, then smirked at the unicorn's face as he began to choke on his own blood. He spit up a fountain of it, but the others didn't notice yet.
The other two males kissed deeply as they went off together. Flurry clenched both holes as her body swelled more. Without the elasticity spell, she would have exploded in seconds, but with it she expanded until it pushed the two stallions off of her. The two of them pulled out of her wetly, and she finally allowed the juice to flood out onto the floor.
She grasped the pegasus in her magic and held him up high. She began to twist his body, punching his gut with magical fists. She broke every bone she could, whether limbs or ribs or pelvis. She rolled her eyes back as his screams of torment washed over her ears.
The bat screamed louder as he floated upward and felt his skin burn. Flurry doused him in magical fire, the stallion flailing as he felt his flesh melt away. He was still screaming when his belly burst and his guts spilled out all over Flurry.
Flurry groaned again at the shower of blood and guts, creaming herself again on the unicorn's cock. The unicorn got one last in before his body went into death throes. She milked his cock as he died and rubbed the gore into her soft fur.
"Oh fuck yes, that's my girl," Shining groaned. He came into Derpy's ice-cold cunt from the sight of his daughter's fun. "We made one great foal, didn't we dear?"
Cadence groaned herself as she packed one into Derpy's asshole and panted, "Yes... dear." Cadence didn't seem happy though. Her body tensed rather than relaxing after her climax.
Flurry dropped the corpses, then flipped the charred one over onto his belly. As he continued to burn, Flurry formed herself a cock and grasped hold of his plot. She violently rammed her dick into his tail hole and began fucking her dead victim with a giant grin.
"Ah there you are," came a voice from the entrance. It was Celestia. "I figured you'd be too smart to go to the main ball. I'm pretty sure 90% of everyone is dead in there now. I’m going to lock them in there, I think, until it wears off. Let them sit in there a few days with the rotting corpses of their own family that they murdered."
Celestia dragged a few prisoners behind her. Namely, Twilight's limbless corpse and severed head, as well as her parents. Velvet and Night were staring at Twilight's body with shock. They were the only ones in the palace that weren't glad she was dead; they were even crying about it. What nuts, getting so torn up over their daughter's murder.
Behind that, Celestia had a stack of other subjects awaiting her fun, all bound with so much rope that almost none of their flesh was visible. Celestia stacked them off to the side like wood, seven in all. The quiet sound of crying seemed to indicate they were awake, but probably afraid to speak. She left them there like presents to be opened later.
Velvet and Night were thrown on the floor in front of Shining, both collapsing from exhaustion.
"Good news, Shining," Celestia grinned, "You can toss Twilight’s retarded friend over there for now, because you get to murder your parents!"
"Sure!" nodded Shining.
"Yay!" Flurry said, not ceasing her own activities.
Celestia grunted, "You're no fun."
