120 Days of Blueblood

“Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.”
― John le Carre

Among Blueblood's inner circle, his friend Filthy Rich was the most duplicitous stallion in Equestrian business. He married an affluent widow in order to help secure his wealth. Filthy Rich's investment in the marriage was based solely on financial gain and certainly not for love. When it came to Filthy Rich's sexual preference, he was as straight as a coiled spring.

Not long after their union, he murdered the senile dowager; making sure to place the blame on one of their zebra slaves. The innocent moor was then promptly executed, without trial. With his wife dead, Filthy Rich became the sole possessor of her vast fortune, property and slaves. He was also saddled with caring for the dowager's spoiled daughter, whom he detested.

Blueblood had an abiding respect for Filthy Rich. While the prince was born into wealth and power, the businesscolt had personally gotten his hooves dirty in order to obtain all that he had. It was another such business venture that brought Filthy Rich to Blueblood's chambers one rainy night.

"Now, what was it you wanted to discuss with me, old friend?" Blueblood asked, as the two stallions sat in his study.

"As you know, the dowager left me a thriving cider business," Filthy Rich said, "Recently, said business has been languishing due to some new competition attracting my old customers."

"And you want their business seized?" Blueblood asked.

"No," Filthy Rich said, darkly, "I want to break them." Blueblood smiled knowingly.

"I'll invite the distillers to the castle to discuss business," Blueblood said, "You'd best observe from the shadows old friend, lest your presence unnerve them."

"And when their guard is down, we'll strike!" Filthy Rich said, a sadistic bloodlust in his eyes.

It was two days later when Blueblood arranged to meet with the cider-makers. The competing distillery was a family-owned business, comprised of a large, red, muscular stallion, and his two sisters. The youngest was a yellow filly, who was too little to be of much use as a distiller. In spite of her weakness, she followed her older siblings around, eager to learn the tricks of her family's trade.

Blueblood watched the orange mare as she unloaded barrels of her product and rolled them into the castle's cellar. He stared at her long blonde mane and felt the tip of his stallionhood poke out of its sheath. Beads of sweat clung to her well-toned flanks as she went about her work. Blueblood knew that the mare had tremendous leg strength and he was eager to test her muscle control. Determined to not become distracted by the tempting twat, Blueblood focused on the task at hoof.

"Your business brews the finest cider in all of Equestria," Blueblood said, addressing the red stallion, "I'm interested in having your family be the castle's sole cider supplier. Might we be able to meet in private to discuss business?"

"You go ahead and talk fancy numbers, big brother," the orange mare said, as she continued to unload barrels, "I've got this."

Blueblood met with the stallion in his stately lounge. They quickly hashed out the details of their partnership over several mugs of strong cider. Blueblood could hold his liquor rather well, and was only slightly buzzed from the drinks. The distiller, on the other hand, had become slobbering drunk. Normally, the red stallion could handle his cider with ease. His current inebriated state could be attributed to Blueblood lacing the stallion's drinks with a potent herbal aphrodisiac, which also amplified the workhorse's drunkenness. Blueblood then entertained his tipsy guest by telling him lewd jokes.

"...And while the nun was being buggered, she said to the priest, 'Father, you're in the right church, but in the wrong pew!'" Blueblood said, finishing his latest joke. The prince pounded his hoof on the table as he and the stallion shared a hearty laugh. Blueblood's cheeks were slightly red from a combination of mirth and cider.

The stallion, who was normally a very pious and reserved stallion, found himself growing more raucous and horny, due to the dirty jokes and the spiked cider. Blueblood noticed the swelling of the red pony's impressive member.

"I see you are in need of release, my friend," Blueblood said, smiling. The drunken stallion had lost all sense of shame or inhibition as he teetered where he sat and sloppily shook his head.

, "As a sign of our new partnership, why not slack your lusts on one of the castle's fine whores?" Blueblood offered, graciously, "I promise that you will not find tighter holes anywhere else in Canterlot."

Blueblood led the drunken stallion back into the cider cellar, which was illuminated by lamplight. Filthy Rich kept concealed in shadows as he watched the events unfold.

Two barrels were laid on their sides in the middle of the floor, with a step stool placed at the far end of each one. Wedges lifted the barrels up slightly, preventing them from rolling around. The stallion's sisters had been restrained, with their hooves tied to the cider containers. They were completely immobile, with their rear ends sticking out slightly from the far end of the barrels. The cider casks were positioned in such a way that the sisters were facing each other.

The yellow filly was crying, due to the pinching of the ropes, while the mare had exhausted her strength in a vain attempt to break her bonds.

"Big Brother!" the orange mare said upon seeing her eldest sibling, "Save us, please!" The red stallion wobbled where he stood and let out a drunken hiccup.

"He can't hear you," Blueblood said, smiling, "His ears pound with the sound of his own lustful desires." The mare stared horrified as she watched her brother slowly approach their youngest sister. The stallion's unfocused eyes and slobbering, drunken stupor gave the impression that he was in some kind of trance. Without a word, the red workhorse lifted himself up onto the barrel, with his fore-hooves resting on either side of his little sister. His well-hung endowment slid against her ass and was cushioned by her tiny cheeks. The yellow filly could only sob as the ropes dug into her young flesh.

"No, brother!" the mare cried, "She's your little sister! Don't do this!" The orange pony was soon distracted from her siblings' impending incestuous intercourse when she felt a tongue on her most private of areas.

The mare screamed and begged for the unwanted pleasure to stop as Blueblood lapped at her sweet slit. Her nectar tasted like spiced apples to the prince and he knew he must have more of her. Standing atop the step stool, Blueblood rested his fore-hooves on either side of the mare. He rubbed the underside of his stallionhood against her slit as a taste of things to come.

"As my distinguished guest and new cider provider, it's only proper for you to claim your prize first," Blueblood said, graciously extending his hoof to the stallion.

"No brother!" the filly cried, "It's me, your sister!" Showing no acknowledgement or concern for the filly beneath him, the stallion gave another drunken hiccup as he leaned forward, pressing his cock head against his sister's ass. Her young body trembled and her voice shook with fear.

"No, please!" the filly begged, "It's dirty! Don't do this!"

"Eeyup," the stallion replied, as he bucked his hips, driving his fleshy knob past her sphincter. The filly let out an ear-piercing scream, which echoed off the walls of the cellar.

"Ow! That's my little hole!" the filly wailed as tears filled her eyes, "Take it out, big brother! You're hurting me!" Blood began to trickle out of her yellow asshole as the stallion's girth stretched and tore into the filly's sphincter. The immobile blonde mare could only watch in horror as her younger sister was raped in front of her eyes by their older sibling.

"Stop, please, brother!" the orange mare cried, "How can you do this to your own sist...oh!" The mare's sentence was cut off as Blueblood rammed his rod unceremoniously into her moist mound.

The sensation was like nothing Blueblood had ever experienced before. The mare had spent a lifetime strengthening her leg muscles. Years of applebucking had left her flank a well-toned instrument, which Blueblood thoroughly appreciated. Her vaginal muscles were stronger than any other pussy the prince had ever penetrated. As he pounded into her unwilling marehood, Blueblood felt her firm yet flexible folds bring him to new levels of pleasure. His hips rocked back and forth as he repeatedly plowed the distiller's fertile field.

The filly's blood poured from her reamed asshole and ran down the side of the barrel as her big brother continued to bugger her. The searing pain caused the filly to scream so loud that her throat was hurting.

The filly knew that sodomy was a sin. She didn't understand why this was happening to her and felt ashamed of her own body. It was as if her older brother's soul had been possessed by a demonic presence.

The stallion pushed his incestuous instrument deeper into his sister's depths. When he managed to shove the first third of his cock into the filly's rectum, she let out an agonizing scream.

"No more!" she cried, tears streaming down her face, "No more, brother! It... it's so big inside me!"

"Too big for you to handle," the stallion said, "you dirty whore." With those degrading words, the stallion bucked his hips and buried the first half of his fat cock into the filly's ass. Her vision began to blur because of the pain and her entire body wanted to shut down. She couldn't understand why her brother was doing this to her and just wanted the pain to stop.

Blueblood leaned over the mare and put his weight on her muscular back. The blonde pony cried as she continued to watch the incestuous rape unfold before her eyes. Blueblood thrust into her with increasing speeds. He watched the stallion mercilessly slam his red hips forward as he delved deeper into the filly's ass. Blueblood turned the gross violation of two sisters into a game of follow-the-leader. He tried to mimic the drunken stallion's erratic thrusts.

The red workhorse snorted as he tried desperately to bring himself to orgasm. If there was one thing the family prided themselves on, it was their stamina. This fortitude extended to all areas of their lives, including sex. The filly's eyes opened wide as her brother gave one final thrust and buried three quarters of his stallionhood into her spasming rectum. The filly's scream hit an octave usually reserved for calling dogs. Her wailing managed to shatter a glass cup that had been left sitting atop an upturned cider barrel. The last of her strength left her as she felt her rectum being filled with a warm, viscus liquid.

"My bottom hurts and it feels all sticky." the filly said, whimpering pitifully. Blueblood gave a laugh as he taunted the orange mare.

"It seems your brother just finished planting his Apple seeds into the filly's rich, brown soil," the prince said. The mare broke down and sobbed. Her mournful lamentations were enough to send Blueblood over the edge. The prince groaned with delight as he came inside her womb. When he removed his cock, his excess semen spilled out of her taut opening.

"You were exquisite, my dear," the prince said, thinking himself a gentlecolt for complimenting her, "It would appear you and your sister both have a talent for pleasuring stallions."

The red workhorse removed his spent cock, which was covered in a gross mixture of his cum, along with the filly's blood and excrement. As his orgasm faded, the effects of the potent aphrodisiac left him and the stallion returned to his senses.

"What happened to me?" the brother asked, unable to account for the last hour. He looked down at his littlest sister's gaping asshole, which was oozing blood and cum. The simple stallion had no recollection of what he had done and foolishly asked if she was okay.

"No, big brother!" the filly screamed in pain and anger, "Ya'll done sodomized yer' little sister! My little Apple bottom's never been this sore before..."

Distraught with grief and shame from his foul deed, the stallion apologized profusely, stating he didn't know what came over him. He bent down and tried to untie the ropes which held his littlest sister captive. His rescue attempt was thwarted by Filthy Rich, who quietly walked up next to the stallion and bucked him in the side of the head. The force of the blow pushed his head against the cider barrel and knocked him unconscious. The sobs of his two violated sisters was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

The stallion was roused from his unconscious slumber by an unfamiliar sensation. He felt a tongue pressed up against his sphincter, which began giving him an expert rim job. His red asshole flexed in response to the unwanted stimulation. His face screwed up as he shuddered due to this new, forbidden pleasure.

When he opened his eyes, the stallion saw that he was no longer in the cider cellar. His unconscious form had been transported to the dungeons below the castle. He couldn't move and was suspended in the air by chains. The restraints had been lowered from the ceiling and manacles were fastened around each leg, in addition to his neck.

The dungeon was dimly lit with torches as the stallion tried to see around the room. The first thing he noticed was Prince Blueblood standing directly in front of him.

"It would seem your tender ministrations have awoken the sleeping giant, friend," Blueblood said to Filthy Rich, who was directly behind the stallion. The businesscolt pulled the length of his tongue out of the stallion's sphincter and licked his lips.

"My tongue has never before tasted a sweeter-smelling hole," Filthy Rich said to the immobilized workhorse, "It must be your diet of delicious apples that gives your shitter its delectable aroma." Filthy Rich then lowered his head and resumed his work of preparing the workhorse's well-toned ass. Ignoring his own discomfort, the stallion's only thoughts were for his family.

"What have you monsters done with my sisters?" the stallion said, through gritted teeth. Blueblood smiled, in spite of the defamation to his character.

"Monsters?" Blueblood asked, dubiously, "Filthy Rich and I aren't the ones who sodomized our little sister in a drunken frenzy of unbridled lust." As the stallion recollected his recent deeds, he hung his head and wept.

"I don't know why I violated my little sister," the stallion sobbed, "I swear, I'm not a lecherous wretch." The stallion paused, then looked up at Blueblood angrily.

"You must have drugged me to make me act that way!" the workhorse said, shaking with rage. His fury caused the chains holding him to rattle.

"If you want to be the castle's cider supplier, then you're going to have to start being responsible for your choices and not blaming others for your misdeeds," Blueblood said, reproachfully, "All I did today was remove your inhibitions and provide the opportunity; the rest was your decision. I freed you from the moral and ethical shackles forced upon you by liars and hypocrites. For the first time in your ignorant existence, I opened your eyes and allowed you to act according to your heart's desires."

"That's not true," the stallion said, blubbering, "I never meant to hurt my sister." Blueblood stared at the psychologically-shattered stallion and smiled evilly.

"I'm sure those are comforting words to the filly with the bloodstained and cum-coated shit hole," the prince said coldly, mocking the stallion's pain.

"Please, just let us go," the workhorse begged, looking into Blueblood's compassionless eyes, "Where are my sisters?"

"Why, they're right here," Blueblood said, nonchalantly, as he gestured at two cider barrels, which were turned on their sides. The stallion heard the contents inside sloshing around, and knew that his sisters were floating in strong cider. The cork in the side had been removed, enabling them to breathe. The orange mare banged on the inside of the cask that contained her.

"Let us out of here!" the mare said, wearily, "Somepony help us!" The little filly cried from inside her barrel and complained that the cider made her feel funny. Blueblood walked up to the orange mare's barrel and kicked it, causing its contents to slosh around. The mare sputtered and choked as she struggled to breathe. Blueblood looked into the cork hole and saw one of the mare's green eyes staring back at him, fearfully.

As the stallion watched this living nightmare play out before him, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the overwhelming smell of death and decay emanating from the far end of the dungeon. Behind the two barrels stood three walls of greasy, black prison bars that formed a cage against the side of the stone dungeon. Within the large cell were all the surviving lepers in Canterlot, in addition to the recently deceased ones.

No other disease in the history of Equestria did more to lower one's social status than to be branded as a leper. The citizens of Canterlot saw ponies with the disease as untrustworthy, wrathful, unclean, hopeless, and suspicious. To the average pony, leprosy meant a long, disfiguring, and inevitable death. Even the word "leper" was enough to put the fear of Celestia into a pony's heart.

Given the perceived horrors of the disease, ponies went out of their way to avoid contact with those who were infected. Laws were enacted which prohibited lepers from owning property or working in the city. With no other recourse, the lepers were forced to beg for charity in the streets and became a general public nuisance.

Blueblood was fascinated with the mysterious ailment, and had rounded up all the lepers in Canterlot and locked them away. The prince assured the public that the lepers were segregated in order to curb the spread of the disease. In reality, the prince needed a group of ponies to be the subjects of his twisted experiments. The female lepers were eliminated quickly due to the misogynistic nature of Prince Blueblood. Genital mutilation and other forms of sexual torture were inflicted upon the mares to ensure that they would never bring a diseased foal into the world.

Once all the leprous mares were dead, the prince was content to let all the infected stallions die slowly in the dungeon. They were only given enough scraps of food to prevent themselves from starving to death. This was done so that Blueblood could observe the effects of leprosy over long periods of time.

They wore tattered rags which had become fused to their open sores. Their shabby vestments helped to protect them from further deterioration. The cloth that covered their cutie marks was embroidered with a large yellow "L." When lepers were still allowed to mingle with healthy citizens, the yellow "L" was a clear sign to others that the wearer also carried the dreaded ailment.

Lepers were more than outcasts, they were symbolic representations of evil. It was the common belief that those with leprosy had voracious sexual desires and behaviors. The citizens of Canterlot viewed ponies with the disease as having strong sexual appetites and being morally perverted.

Leprosy was a warning to all ponies that their sinful lives might result in Celestia’s divine punishment. Due to the assumed immoral nature of the disease, lepers helped to reaffirm one’s commitment to and fear of the two Goddesses, Celestia and Luna.

The leprous prisoners in the cell barely resembled ponies by this point. They all looked like living corpses, except for the few ponies in the cell who were already actual corpses. Even in the darkness, the red stallion could see their disease-ridden bodies, writhing in agony on the floor of the cell.

Many of the lepers had various deformed or missing limbs, with maggot-infested ulcers covering their bodies. Some had pus-filled boils on their faces, which rendered them blind. Blueblood smiled happily at their agonizing existence. He took pleasure in knowing the extents to which a body was capable of enduring pain.

"Pathetic, aren't they?" Blueblood asked as he walked up to the bars, "And yet even these wretched creatures should have the opportunity to experience some fleeting pleasure before they die..." The prince walked up to the stallion, who was wincing from Filthy Rich nibbling on his bottom.

"My good friend Filthy Rich and I want to hold a little contest," Blueblood said to the stallion, "If you win, you and your sisters are free to leave without further incident." The stallion knew the prince could not be trusted, but he had nothing to gain by refusing to participate in the game.

"What's... what's the contest?" the stallion asked. His joints ached from being suspended spread eagle, but he was determined to pass any test and endure any pain, for his sisters' sakes if nothing else.

"Filthy Rich thinks that when he buggers you, he'll make you cum before he does," Blueblood said, "If you can get him to fill your ass with semen before you climax, then you win the contest and are free to leave with your sisters."

The stallion was horrified. He was no stallion stuffer and the thought of degrading himself by spreading his ass for another pony was almost more than he could bear. After a moment's hesitation, the stallion acquiesced and swished his tail, indicating he wanted to conclude these unpleasant proceedings as quickly as possible.

Filthy Rich scooped up some grime from the dungeon floor and used it as lube on his hard member. He then took more of the green slime from the ground and coated the stallion's red asshole to help prepare it for penetration. Blueblood lowered the red stallion's restraints so that Filthy Rich's cock was lined up evenly with the workhorse's ass. The businesscolt climbed on top of the other stallion and prepared to give him the business end of his shaft.

The red stallion wore a look of shocked surprise as the cock slid effortlessly into his loosened ass. Filthy Rich's foreplay had gone to great lengths to ensure that the red stallion's first anal experience was not too painful. Filthy Rich knew the workhorse had to enjoy the buggering in order to cum first. The red stallion let out a pained scream upon losing his anal virginity. Blueblood took the opportunity to lean over the barrel to further tease the orange mare.

"I'll let your whole family go, provided your brother doesn't climax first," Blueblood said, "It shouldn't be difficult for him, considering he recently slacked his desire inside your sister's ass."

The red workhorse had planned to just endure the anal assault until Filthy Rich came. Once the colt cuddler's dick was inside him though, the stallion had to rethink his strategy.

The red pony wasn't attracted to other males, but the sensation of another stallion's lubed member pushing past his sphincter had a immediate effect on the workhorse's prostate. His own cock quickly became aroused and grew hard once the sodomy commenced. In a sense of panicked self-actualization, the red stallion realized that not only was this experience starting to feel pleasurable, but that if he wasn't careful, he might end up losing the competition

"Ohhh..." the red stallion moaned in pleasure as Filthy Rich slapped his partner's ass. Blueblood chuckled as he rested a hoof on the cider barrel that held the orange mare captive.

"It seems your brother is quite the pervert," the prince said to her, looking at the mare through the cork hole, "Not only does he derive pleasure from raping little fillies, but he also apparently enjoys being sodomized by stallions." The blonde mare didn't want to think about what her brother was doing, but the loud moans from both stallions was painting a pretty clear picture.

The red stallion's panting grew louder and his moans became more frantic. He could sense his impending orgasm and was desperately trying not to cum, but it looked as though Filthy Rich would win the battle.

The stallion knew his only chance of victory was to make Filthy Rich climax first, so the workhorse started talking dirty in an effort to make the other stallion cum quickly.

"You're so big!" the stallion said, flatteringly. He was willing to say or do anything required in order to end this nightmare, even lie through his teeth.

"I love your hot cock in my tight ass!" the workhorse said, emphatically, "Fill your bitch up with hot sticky cum! I want it all inside me!" Blueblood laughed at the red stallion's desperate attempts to bring his partner to a quick climax.

When the dirty talk failed to work, the stallion flexed his rectal muscles and squeezed down on the businesscolt's prick. The stallion's ass pulled and rubbed against the cock, trying frantically to force his partner to cum inside him.

Unfortunately for the red stallion, the businesscolt was well-trained in the art of sex. Filthy Rich had excellent control of his pelvic muscles. By tensing them tight in ten second intervals, the businesscolt had become skilled at controlling his own orgasms. Filthy Rich savored the slow buildup to his climax and was never quick to finish. There really was no contest as to who was going to win. The outcome was certain before it began. Dangling a false carrot of hope allowed the two sadists stallions to further degrade and torture their victim before moving on to the next event.

Squeezing the sphincter tight around the cock had the unfortunate side effect of bringing the red stallion past the point of no return. He had no choice. He was going to cum.

"No..." the stallion moaned weakly as his seed exploded onto the dungeon floor. Prince Blueblood declared the contest over and named Filthy Rich as the victor. The stallion hung his head in defeat as he continued to shoot semen onto the ground. Blueblood walked back over to the sisters to announce the news as well.

"If your brother had more control over his body, all of you could've been freed by now," Blueblood taunted, "It's a shame he valued his own pleasure more than your escape." The brother wept as the last lingering remains of his discharge dripped down the tip of his softening cock and onto the floor.

Filthy Rich, who still had yet to cum, continued pounding the defeated stallion's ass. Prince Blueblood stood in front of the two barrels and addressed the red stallion.

"I told the lepers that if you lost, I would give them two barrels of your delicious cider," Blueblood said, "Well, I'm a stallion of my word, so it's time I fulfill my part of the bargain."

Blueblood used his magic to open the leper's cell door. The prince then bucked his hind-hooves against the barrel containing the orange mare. That barrel, in turn, connected with the other barrel that entrapped the yellow filly. The stallion watched horrified as the barrels rolled into the cell and smashed against the far dungeon wall. Blueblood closed the cell door to prevent anypony from getting in or out.

The terrific force of the crash caused the barrels to splinter into pieces. The sisters lay beside each other in intense pain, feeling too sore to move. They sputtered and choked on the cider as the remaining contents of the cask flooded the floor of the cell.

The throats of the prisoners were intentionally kept perpetually parched, so seeing the strong cider pouring onto the ground sent them into a wild frenzy to quench their thirsts. The ones who could still move started shambling, crawling or dragging their misshapen bodies towards the spill. The lepers who were too weak to move lay there crying or thrashed their heads and groaning with frustration.

The stallions started sucking the cider off the filthy stone floor. As the puddle shrank from their consumption, the prisoners crawled over each other to get closer to the frightened females.

The lepers made horrible moans as they advanced on the sisters. Some were blind, but for those who were still able to see, the light of decency had been extinguished from their eyes. Decades of being treated like a cancer on the world had eradicated compassion and reason from their minds. Their monstrous treatment from Prince Blueblood had left their grotesque bodies unmoored from conscience and carried by the winds of base desire.

The two females were still in great pain after slamming against the wall. They lay there soaking wet and unable to defend themselves from the advancing horde. Blueblood couldn't be sure, but he thought one of the mare's hind-legs must have broken in the crash.

The first stallion to reach the orange mare was completely blind. The unsightly boils which covered his face required him to find her by smell. The strong aroma of cider and sweat led him right to her. He crawled beside her and began sucking the cider off of her right fore-hoof. The mare winced as she felt his slimy tongue against her matted coat. His mouth contained nothing but rotting or missing teeth, and the pus from his boils oozed down his face and onto her hoof. She tried to sit up and fight back, but there were too many of them closing in on her. As several lecherous lepers started sucked cider off of her coat and wet mane, the mare slipped into hopeless despair.

The yellow filly cried as her whole body ached, especially her ass, which had a ring of dried blood around her sphincter. She looked to her right and caught glimpses of her sister, surrounded by a mass of unwashed lepers as they licked the mare's entire body.

The filly was drawn away from her sister's peril as she became more aware of her own imminent danger. One of the lepers hobbled towards her, groaning in pain as he moved. His gnarled fore-hooves bled as he dragged himself towards her young body. She lay fearfully on her back as the stallion raised himself above her and stared at her with his one good eye. It had been years since the stallion had last known female companionship and he eyed the filly below him with lustful intentions.

In an act of abject fear, the filly released her bladder in front of the stallion. This submissive act was all the invitation the prisoner needed. Lowering himself between her haunches, the stallion put his rough, sandpaper-like lips on her small pussy. Moaning lustfully, the leper eagerly drank the yellow stream as it flowed from her young slit.

The filly whimpered and begged for the lewd stallion to stop as he continued slurping her pee. When her stream weakened down to a trickle, the leper lapped his tongue across her virgin mound, cleaning the last of the urine off of her. When he reached her tiny clit, the filly winced as the stallion stirred up feelings inside her that she had never known before. She hated what was happening to her, but she couldn't deny that it was infinitely more pleasurable than what her brother had already done to her.

Filthy Rich continued to bugger the stallion, who watched in disbelief as the leprous prisoners surrounded and molested his sisters. The prince was watching the orgy of the lepers with rapt attention. The brother cried for Blueblood to free his sisters from the cell.

"In the name of the Goddesses, stop this madness before they are killed!" the workhorse sobbed, "Why are you doing this?!" Blueblood slowly turned his head away from the cell and walked calmly over to the suspended stallion. Blueblood brought his face level with the distraught brother. The prince stared into the workhorse's eyes, which were red and puffy from the copious amounts of tears he had shed for his sisters and his own shame.

"I do this for the same reason anypony should do anything," Blueblood said, "Because I can." These words penetrated deep into the stallion's heart. He knew at that moment that there was no hope for any of them.

Hearing Blueblood crush the stallion's spirit sent Filthy Rich over the edge, who pumped load after load from his balls into the sorrowful stallion.

Filthy Rich pulled his long cock out of the workhorse's gaping asshole. Cum poured from his stretched sphincter and dripped slowly onto the ground.

By now the cell had devolved into a complete leprous orgy. The stallion who had been licking the filly's tender folds leaned forward and shoved his cock inside, taking her virginity. The filly cried as her hymen tore and she became filled for the first time. Blood trickled from her orifice as she reflected on the shame of having lost two virginities in one day.

Growing up on a farm, the filly had seen animals copulate before. It was only natural. She knew what sex was, but had no idea her first time would be so traumatizing. She had wanted to wait until she had gotten her cutie mark before she considered courting a stallion. Her dreams of a happy life had been dashed as it appeared the raping would never end.

"Take it out! Take it out!" she wailed, "It smells funny and it hurts!" As the filly cried in agony, as stallion pumped faster and faster. His bare chest was covered in open sores, which oozed pus and blood and were home to dozens of maggots. As he drove his diseased dick deeper into the filly, the maggots were shaken loose from his sores and landed on her chest. She looked down and stared horrified at the maggots as they writhed around on her belly. Blood and pus also dripped onto her yellow coat as the stallion pumped faster.

The pain on his gnarled hooves was making it difficult for him to stand over her, so the stallion grabbed the filly on either side and lifted her up as he repositioned himself so that he was laying on his back. The maggots that were on her chest fell down onto the stallion and found their way back into his open sores.

The leper pulled the filly down so that she was lying on his bloody, pus-oozing, maggot-infested chest. He bucked his hips, driving his cock back into her bleeding pussy.

Another leper saw that the filly's recently-used ass was currently unoccupied and decided to avail himself of it. The second leper leaned over her back and inserted his boil-covered cock into her blood-encrusted asshole. In spite of the reaming she had received earlier from her brother, the filly's ass wasn't even loose. It was so tight that the vice-like grip of her rectum burst all the boils on the leper's cock, filling the filly's ass with slimy pus. Using the unorthodox lube that now coated her insides, the leper began pumping her ass with increasing speed. The pleasure he felt in his dick soon began to drown out the pain that could be felt throughout the rest of his body.

The eldest sister didn't fare any better, as she was completely surrounded on all sides by diseased dicks. The mare had a cock shoved up her pussy and another one in her ass, while at the same time she was encircled about by leprous stallions who were all jerking off to her. She lay her back on the chest of the stallion who had his dick up her ass. The stallion in her vagina had calloused skin all over his cock, which made it feel like sandpaper. She cried as the inner folds of her vagina began to tear and bleed from the rough ramming she was receiving. The callouses minimized the pleasure that the stallion was able to feel. He rubbed the mare's insides raw as he tried desperately to cum for the first time in years. Blood poured from her vagina and she knew her marehood would never fully recover after this.

Stallions formed a semicircle around her head and came all over her face. Even the semen of the lepers looked unhealthy. One stallion ejaculated a light pink mixture of semen and blood. Another leper had a big boil on the bulb of his cock. When he came, the boil exploded, showering the mare with semen and pus. Another stallion screamed in pain as he came a watery, milky white ejaculate, which appeared to be crawling with maggots that had been expelled from his scrotum. Her face was covered in the various disgusting substances as she lay their and took it. The mare's body was wracked with too much pain to fight back.

Having enjoyed the show, Prince Blueblood lowered the chains and released the stallion from his shackles. The prince opened the door to the cell, offering the stallion a chance to rescue his sisters. As much as the stallion wanted to stomp Blueblood and Filthy Rich's faces into paste, he knew he needed to help his sisters first.

The workhorse ran inside to stop the rape and knocked several lepers away with his brawny shoulders. The one leper in the mare's vagina finally managed to cum, just as he was knocked aside. His foul-smelling ejaculate arced over the red stallion's back and landed unceremoniously on the floor.

The other prisoners quickly pulled out of the females, whether they had managed to climax or not. The lepers crawled into the darkened corners of the cell and cowered like wild animals.

Instead of immediately pummeling the rapists to a pulp, the stallion wanted to check on his sisters. As he approached the little filly, the brother fell to the ground and wept. He was too late. His little sister was dead.

The stallion reasoned that her tender heart had simply given out from trauma she experienced and the mounting agony of it all. The big brother sat up and leaned forward, lifting his younger sister's broken body up and cradling it against his chest. She had died before he could fully express to her the unrelenting shame he felt for violating her.

"I'm sorry," the stallion blubbered as he rocked back and forth, clutching his dead sister, "I'm so sorry."

The mare looked over and saw her brother. A single tear streaked down her cum-covered face as she saw the filly's limp frame in his fore-hooves. Wiping the ejaculate off of her face, the mare summoned the last of her strength in an effort to move her broken bones. Brushing the maggots off of her chest, the mare began to crawl towards her brother. Putting her right fore-hoof around the red stallion's shoulder, she lifted herself up and stared at her dead sister. Together, the two surviving siblings wailed pitifully as they mourned the loss of the innocent little filly.

Without a word, Filthy Rich and Prince Blueblood exited the dungeon through the long and winding staircase. On the way out, the prince used magic to extinguish the lights. The entire dungeon was plunged into total darkness. The only sounds that could be heard were the wailing of the two siblings.

It was several hours later, and nopony in the dungeon had moved an inch. The mare was in too much pain to move anymore and the stallion was too emotionally devastated to enact vengeance upon the lepers that surrounded him. All the stallion could do was cradle the dead filly and say over and over how sorry he was until he lost his voice.

To prepare for the day's activities, Prince Blueblood had consulted with a zebra apothecary named Atropa Belladonna. The zebra was the one who provided the prince with the potent herbal aphrodisiac. She also knew how to eliminate unwanted guests from castles.

Taking Deadly Nightshade, the potions master used a mortar and pestle to grind the berries and leaves into a fine powder. A bellows was employed to pump the deadly dust into the cell through several small air shafts that connected the dungeon with the rest of the castle.

As the Deadly Nightshade fell upon those in the dungeon, everypony who was alive began to experience severe headaches and nausea. Some of the lepers began to scrape at their open sores, causing themselves to bleed uncontrollably.

After a more prolonged exposure to the poison, everypony started vomiting feverishly. The mare and her brother vomited onto the stone floor, while the blind or immobile lepers covered themselves in each other's sick.

Finally, the prisoners began to feel drowsy, before slipping quietly into death. Due to the lepers already sickly conditions, they all died off quicker than the siblings. This allowed the mare and stallion to have one final private talk together. The last thing the mare did before she succumbed the the Deadly Nightshade was to forgive her brother.

"I... I know you've always loved us," the mare wheezed, "Our sister knew it, too. And that's the honest... truth." With those words, the orange mare leaned over and died.

The stallion sat alone in the dark, surrounded by the smell of vomit and death. His two dead sisters rested in his lap. He stroked their manes tenderly before kissing them on the head. When the Deadly Nightshade, which coated their bodies, made contact with the stallion's lips, it accelerated his demise. The workhorse's eyes grew heavy, before he slumped forward and joined his sisters in death.

Blueblood sat in his study, writing about the day's activities. He kept a barrel of strong, spiced cider next to his other trophies. Levitating a goblet over to the tap, the prince poured himself a cup and brought it back to his lips. He took a long deliberate sip of cider that reminded him of the sweet nectar he savored from the mare's orange mound.

Once the cider-sellers and the lepers had all been exterminated, Blueblood made sure to have their bodies burned. The cell was thoroughly washed by the castle's servants and made ready for when its next occupants arrived.