120 Days of Blueblood

"Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered"

—Thomas Paine

After receiving the latest reports from Fancy Pants, Prince Blueblood walked down the hall with a giddy smirk on his face. It had been a struggle, but after two long months, the children were finally right where they should be in their training. Soon, it would be time for their deflowering and ascension.

The prince entered his chambers feeling accomplished, yet thoroughly exhausted. He marveled at how tiring it was to break the will of a child.

Blueblood was about to walk over to his bed, when he stopped cold. The prince's heart skipped a beat when he realized that there was somepony already lying on his bed.

A stealthy blue pegasus had entered the prince's bed chambers. She was clothed in black, and wore a religious veil that hid her rainbow-colored mane from the world.

The mare was dressed as a nun from his aunt's religion, the Church of the Holy Sisters. She wore a silver necklace of the sun and moon as a symbol of her loyalty to the princesses. Her tight black habit accentuated every curve of her body; making this "forbidden fruit" even more desirable to the prince.

The black veil covered all but her blue face, while the white collar was the only contrast to her otherwise solid black outfit. Her blue, feathered wings poked through two holes in the back of her robes, which served to make the holy sister seem even more angelic.

Glancing over at his window, Prince Blueblood saw that it had been forced open from the outside.

"You should consider some new locks, my prince," the nun said coyly.

"Locks to keep ponies out have never been an issue before," Blueblood said calmly as he walked over to the window and closed it shut, "I find it much more pragmatic to focus on locks which keep ponies inside."

As he stared at the nun, Blueblood realized that he had never met a mare like her before. In this day and age, rumors of Blueblood's cruel debauchery were known throughout the kingdom. He was hated by the citizens of Canterlot and throughout Equestria.

"Let them hate me," Blueblood thought, "so long as they fear me."

In spite of the mortal peril, this nun entered his private chambers willingly and without fear. He marveled at the indomitable spirit she must possess in order to dare trespass against him.

"You're a long way from the chapel, Sister," Prince Blueblood sneered, "What drove you to seek my chambers this night?"

"I'm guilty of a sin," the nun said as she averted her eyes from the prince and blushed. Blueblood raised an eyebrow. He glanced around his room at the large painting of orgies which hung on the walls.

"My bed is not a confessional," Blueblood said, bemused, "but if you feel you must unburden yourself, then by all means tell me of your sin." The nun paused for dramatic effect before speaking.

"I've been coveting your ass," the mare said flirtatiously as she gave Blueblood a seductive stare. The prince knew she wasn't referring to a donkey.

For the first time in a long time, Blueblood felt slightly unnerved. Mares never lusted after him, unless they were merely feigning desire in a desperate attempt to save their family's lives. But this... This was altogether different.

Prince Blueblood decided to remain aloof and poured himself a stiff drink while addressing the nun.

"Trespassing within my private chambers is a crime punishable by death," Prince Blueblood said, coldly, "Why risk your life for a chance to know me intimately?"

"Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart," the mare said, passionately, "I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name." The nun seemed sincere in her desires, but Blueblood was still suspicious.

"What of your vow of celibacy?" Blueblood said, "You may not care if harm befalls your physical body, but I know a devote mare like yourself would never jeopardize the 'purity of her soul' for the pursuit of carnal knowledge."

The nun stared at Blueblood as though she had already thought this through in her mind.

"It is written in the princesses' scriptures that 'whatsoever goeth into the mouth doth not defile the body, but whatsoever cometh out of the mouth defiles the body,'" the mare said, "So, I reason that fellatio isn't a sin, provided that I swallow."

Blueblood could tell she was wresting the scriptures to suit her sinful desires, but he wasn't about to point this out. The slutty virgin was in want of a good screw and Blueblood was only too happy to supply it.

Thoroughly convinced of her sincerity, Blueblood set his drink down and joined the nun on his bed. He lay on his back, allowing her full access to his currently-flaccid stallionhood.

"I'm ready for the worship service to begin, Sister," Blueblood said, mockingly, "Come lie with me and prepare your sacraments."

The nun crawled over to the prince and stared reverently at his penis. Bowing her head, she offered a prayer before continuing.

"Dear Celestia," the nun said. "please bless this meat I'm about to eat, that it may nourish my body with rich, healthy seed. In Luna's name I pray. Amen."

Blueblood couldn't help but smirk at her religious compulsion to offer supplication before every meal. The nun then lifted the prince's pulsing package and pressed it to her lips. She could feel his hot shaft growing stiff as she licked it up and down.

Starting from the root of the penis, she licked the underside of his shaft in one continuous motion until she reached the tip. The nun took the cock head into her mouth and suckled on it, running her tongue in circles around Blueblood's fleshy knob. When she released his prick, a brilliant sheen of her saliva coated his bulb and slowly dripped down his shaft.

"Celestia, forgive me," the nun said as she played with the tip, "but I can't help myself."

"You needn't live in fear of my aunts," Blueblood said assuringly, "I stopped caring about what they think long ago. It is fate that rules us, my little pony, not any god or goddess."

"But my lord," the mare said, "by right of your power, nothing is beyond your reach. You're a god amongst ponies!"

"I'm no god!" Blueblood snapped back, "Unlike my aunts, I'm still regrettably mortal." There was a hint of jealousy in his voice, as Blueblood resented the oppressive march of time, which his aunts had somehow managed to subjugate to their will. The fact that they had kept their secret to eternal youth hidden from the prince was a sore subject between them.

"Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are Goddesses," the nun said sincerely.

"So says the kingdom, and so its citizens prefer to believe," Blueblood said, bitterly, "Such myths are useless to me."

After that heated exchange, neither pony spoke for several minutes. The only sounds made were by the nun as she sloppily sucked his shaft. Taking him an inch at a time, she leaned her head down until she felt her gag reflex take hold. The nun drooled and sputtered on Blueblood's member while trying to please him. The prince closed his eyes and shuddered in prurient pleasure as she nibbled his noxious knob.

"Aunt damn it!" Blueblood said, "A mare with such a pleasant tongue has no right to be celibate."

The nun was unable to respond, as her mouth was quite full. She breathed heavily through her nose as she bobbed her head with a faster tempo; much to the delight of the prince.

I'm starting to doubt your innocence, sister," Blueblood said, "To have become so adept in fellatio, you must surely have serviced other stallions before." She slid his shaft out of her mouth and took a gasp of air before responding to his statement.

"I swear, my prince, you are my first," the nun said breathlessly as she licked around the root of his cock, "My sudden onset of carnal skills came by taking a leap of faith. Our personal growth comes from spontaneous acts without the benefit of experience."

The nun lowered her head and managed to fit the prince's testicles inside her mouth. She sucked on his balls, delivering just enough pressure to keep it from becoming unpleasant. Blueblood moaned in approval.

"Bring your cloistered clit closer," Blueblood commanded, "I wish to prepare it for when I enter your holy of holies."

The nun obeyed his command and repositioned herself so that she and the prince were in a sixty-nine position. Her lips wrapped around his dick as she struggled to take his entire length.

The nun's flowing black habit enveloped Blueblood. He lifted her layers of clothing to expose her...

"Metal chastity panties?" Blueblood said dubiously.

Underneath her habit, the nun was wearing cast iron underwear designed to preserve her virginity. The crotch of the panties looked like a Venus Flytrap, although a penis flytrap would have been a more accurate moniker.

Her glistening virgin mound was covered by a thin vertical gash in her iron undergarments. Each side of the metal opening was lined with long, narrow spikes that jutted out at an angle, making any type of penetration impossible. Her metal muff buffer also stopped her from pleasuring herself. The only thing that could safely pass through the spiked slit was her urine whenever she relieved herself.

Directly above her serrated snatch shield was another opening located over her anus. It was ironically shaped like a heart and was just small enough to make buggering impossible.

Blueblood smiled as he imagined the nun's shit coming out in heart-shaped logs as it passed through the metal hole. He reflected on how cumbersome it would be to regularly clean such a device.

Above the metal heart was a third hole for her rainbow-colored tail to poke through.

With a loud, wet slurping sound, the nun allowed Blueblood's tool to slide out of her mouth.

"I can sense you're staring at my chastity belt," the nun said, "Celestia insists that her nuns wear them at all times because it's very important that we are kept pure for her." The nun was unaware of Celestia's real purpose for keeping them virgins and was content to follow her commands blindly.

"Pitiable wretch, with your caged clit," Blueblood said, "What must it be like to live without pleasure?"

"I experience pleasure by helping others," the nun said, assuringly, "There are joys to be found in this world beyond the physical."

"Save the liturgy for your congregation," Blueblood said contemptuously, "Instead of presuming to give me advice, you should instead focus on giving me head. You're much better suited for the latter."

"As you wish, my prince," the nun said as she resumed servicing him. She could feel the warmth of his penis against her tongue as the pulse of his throbbing member matched the rapid beat of her heart.

Blueblood could feel the pressure building in his balls as the nun brought him closer to orgasm. While he had hoped to cum inside her untapped twat, Blueblood would have to settle for shooting his seed down the nun's throat, as no penetration could be made without first removing her cumbersome cunt container.

"My prince, you are like the shimmering stars in the night sky," the nun said passionately as she kissed his knob, "For years I flew to you, knowing full well I could never reach you; yet I continued to try in spite of myself."

"And now that you've finally caught your star, my little sparrow," Blueblood said, "How does it feel?"

"Your passion burns with the heat of a thousand suns," the nun said, "I fear your brilliant radiance will sear me, both body and soul."

"Enjoy the warmth while you can, Sister," Blueblood said, "for we shall all eventually grow cold in the chilly embrace of death."

At the mention of the word 'death,' the nun's heart started to race. Now that Blueblood was sufficiently distracted with his impending release, the nun began to proceed with her divine mission.

Reaching her right fore-hoof within her robes, she clandestinely produced a lightning bolt-shaped dagger, which she concealed from the prince's view. The handle of the blade was attached to her hoof with metal clips to hold it in place.

Her chastity belt was positioned directly above Blueblood's face. Without giving him time to react, the nun sat down on his head, pressing the sharp spikes into his right cheek. Moving quickly, she scooted her crotch across his face, scraping her metal panties against his skin and creating deep gashes.

Blueblood let out a scream of pain and surprise as hot blood flowed from the fresh wound in his face. The nun turned around to face the injured Blueblood. Squatting at the foot of the bed, she brandished the dagger and held it threateningly to the root of his erect cock. Her other hoof was pressed against his member to hold it in place.

Blueblood dared not move a muscle, for fear of losing his stallionhood. The nun and Blueblood stared angrily at each other. Blood dripped from his face onto his chest and bed. The same blood also coated the spikes on the nun's panties.

"Where are the children?!" the mare screamed, "What have you done with them, you unholy bastard?!"

It quickly dawned on Blueblood that the nun's seduction had all been a clever ruse to rescue the orphans. Now, he found himself bleeding from the face as a blade was pressed threateningly against his member.

Realizing that any sudden movements would jeopardize his tool of conquest, Blueblood kept perfectly still. The nun impatiently awaited his response as she pressed the dagger against his erect flesh. Blueblood thought about the children held captive in the dungeon. He imagined the pained screams they would make as their anuses were sodomized for the first time. These thoughts were enough to bring the prince to climax.

The nun's head was positioned above his cock. Blueblood let out a groan as he ejaculated into her right eye. The prince's first shot of semen partially blinded the nun. She flinched from the stinging discomfort, which offered Blueblood a small window of opportunity to defend himself.

He used his strong hind legs to kick the nun square in the chest, which sent her toppling to the ground. Blueblood sat up while holding a fore-hoof to his bleeding face. The pain was mitigated by the pleasure of his orgasm, as the last several spurts of Blueblood's seed fell upon his satin sheets.

The would-be assassin landed on her hooves with impressive agility.

"I kick ass for Celestia!" the nun shouted before brandishing her dagger and recklessly charging Prince Blueblood.

"Death to tyrants!" the nun said as she flew more rapid then eagles while aiming her blade at Blueblood's neck.

She had originally hoped to gather information from the prince before severing his stallionhood. With Blueblood now able to defend himself, killing him became the nun's new top priority. After purging the Royal Sisters' castle of his evil influence, the nun would search for the missing children. She would find where Blueblood had hidden them, even if she had to take the castle apart stone by stone.

"Celestia and Luna!" the nun cried, "Give me the strength to punish the guilty!"

The prince grit his teeth in rage as blood flowed from the gash on his right cheek. The nun confronted Blueblood on the bed as the two indomitable wills clashed. Neither one gave an inch as they wrestled over possession of the dagger.

"You contemptible cunt," Blueblood hissed as he headbutted the nun. The two fell off the bed together and continued to wrestle on the floor. She spat in his face as her saliva mingled with the blood from his wound.

"You dishonor the Holy Sisters with your sins," the nun said, as she struggled to overpower Blueblood, "You've only been allowed to live this long because the princesses would not deign to soil their hooves by squashing such a loathsome insect."

"You damned, deluded fool!" Blueblood said, laughing, "You don't know the true nature of the gods you worship! It will be an act of mercy to end your wasted life."

The prince pinned the nun to the ground as a look of insane rage filled his countenance. Pressing his hooves against her windpipe, Blueblood started choking her. In spite of the tense nature of the situation, the manic libertine managed to make jokes at the mare's expense.

"Seeing as you're already blue," the prince said, "I wonder what color you'll turn when I choke you?"

The nun's eyes went wide with fear as she felt her strength waning. Her vision became blurry as her lungs cried out for oxygen. No longer possessing the strength to fight back, the nun's limbs hung limp at her side. Her assassin's dagger clattered against the ground. Just before everything went black, she reflected on her mission and the children she had failed. A loving orange pegasus stuck out in her mind.

"Scootaloo," the nun said weakly, "my... little angel..."

Then everything went black.

When the nun awoke, it was sometime the next day. She was in the back of a wooden cage being pulled through Canterlot by a pair of Royal Guards. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious or where she was being taken. All the mare knew was that she had failed in her mission to assassinate the prince.

She rubbed her sore neck, which was bruised from the prince's hooves. Her whole body ached, but there was an especially sharp pain in her back. She tried to spread her wings, when a sickening realization dawned on her. The primary feathers on her wings had been clipped, making flight impossible.

She had never felt more vulnerable in her life. The trauma of being incapable of flight, mingled with her mounting sense of hopelessness prompted her to vomit in a corner of the cage. She wiped the puke from her mouth as she stared out the wooden bars and attempted to get her bearings as to where she was being taken. Compulsively, she pressed a hoof to her sun and moon necklace and rubbed it to invoke the protection of the Holy Sisters.

Before the mare knew what was going on, the cart shuddered to a stop. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the door to her cage opened. Two stern looking guards pulled her out by a rope tied around her neck.

Escorted by the guards, the nun was led up some wooden steps onto a platform. After making the climb with regrets, she saw a truly terrifying sight.

In the middle of the platform was a tall upright frame from which an angled blade was suspended. This blade was held in place with a rope. The sinister device was used to carry out executions by decapitation and was known as a guillotine.

Standing beside it was a very sullen looking Prince Blueblood. White gauze was tied to his face over his right cheek. The nun would've taken some small measure of satisfaction in disfiguring his face, if she weren't afraid for her life. A sizable crowd had gathered to watch the humiliation and execution of the attempted assassin.

"You are here today to bear witness to the execution of a vile assassin in the guise of a nun," Blueblood said to the crowd, "A creature whose depravity is rivaled only by her blasphemy."

The nun looked out into the crowd. They stared at her silently as Blueblood spoke. Some members of the audience looked sympathetic towards her, while others smiled with sadistic glee at the prospect of a public execution.

"The loathsome wretch dared to confront me in my bedchambers," Blueblood said, "Through sheer cunning, I managed to subdue the assailant and thwart her assassination attempt."

Several members from the nun's congregation stood in the crowd, including a fellow nun, Sister Sunflower.

Sister Sunflower's coat was a dark pink, with a pink and light pink striped mane that was hidden behind her black veil. Her cutie mark was three smiling flowers. She was the head teacher at the orphanage and had become despondent after six of the orphans were taken away. Her grief was multiplied as she watched helplessly while her best friend was led to the guillotine. Sister Sunflower got as close to the platform as possible, before her path was blocked by Royal Guards.

Sister Sunflower wanted to say something in defense of her friend, but she knew that any show of support would brand her as an accomplice. All those who felt sympathetic towards the accused remained stone silent, fearing for their own lives.

"For her treacherous crimes, this rainbow-maned assassin shall be put to death," Blueblood said as he gestured to the guillotine, "We're going to make her twenty percent shorter in ten seconds flat."

"No!" the assassin screamed as she tried to run, only for her rope to grow taut. She flapped her now useless wings in a desperate escape attempt. Some of the more sadistic members of the audience laughed at her futile struggle. Sister Sunflower looked away. She couldn't bear to watch her friend's anguished flailing.

"Guards, do your duty," Blueblood said. The nun prayed loudly as she was led to the guillotine.

"Oh, Celestia!" she cried, "Oh Luna! Why have you forsaken me? Have mercy on your poor servant! I was only trying to do your will!"

This last sentence gave Blueblood a moment of pause. He approached the nun as her head was placed between two blocks of wood to hold it in place.

"What was that, you blighted bint?" Blueblood said, "You claim to be doing the will of my aunts?"

"I failed to fulfill their orders," the nun said, despondently, "I hate failure."

Blueblood smacked the nun's face in an effort to make her focus on his question.

"What do you mean?" Blueblood asked, "Who ordered the assassination?"

"I was granted an audience with the divine," the nun said reverently, "While I was saying my evening prayers, Celestia and Luna appeared in my bedroom. They told me of your wicked deeds and your plans for the children. While their purity prevented them from killing you directly, they found your abominations worthy of death. They absolved me of my sins and commissioned me with a sacred duty. I was commanded by the Goddesses to end your evil reign and save the children from corruption."

Thinking about the orphans caused the nun to cry again.

"Please!" she begged, "I know my life is forfeit, but please show mercy to the children! Don't taint their souls for your perverse pleasure! Spare my precious little angels, I beg you!"

The prince was no longer listening to her pleas. He had stopped paying attention to the nun after she mentioned being commanded to smite him.

Blueblood slowly turned his head and stared at Canterlot Castle with a sense of foreboding. If the nun's story was to be believed, then that meant somewhere inside the castle, his aunts were plotting against him.

Had Celestia and Luna really ordered him to be assassinated? Was the nun telling the truth, or was she just a deluded religious fanatic? Did she merely imagine the Royal Sisters paying her a visit, or was she the first in a series of his aunts' assassins bent on his destruction?

Blueblood looked out into the audience with a twinge of fear in his countenance. He felt the pain flare up in his face wound as he wondered who amongst that crowd would be the next attempted assassin.

"If only all of Canterlot had just one neck..." Blueblood thought, bitterly.

Regaining his composure, an evil smile crossed Blueblood's lips.

"If my next assassin is out there," Blueblood thought, "I'd better show them the price they pay for failure."

Blueblood stood in front of the nun while facing the crowd. She could see his balls and ass at eye level.

"Let the fate of this traitor to the crown serve as a warning to you all," Blueblood said, "Naught but humiliation and death awaits those who defy Prince Blueblood!"

Blueblood stepped aside and gave a nod to his Royal Guards. Several armored stallions stepped forward and the nun could tell they were all sporting massive erections.

"Oh, Goddess!" the nun exclaimed, "No, please! Mercy! Mercy!"

Her flowing, black dress was ripped to reveal her unattractive cast iron underwear. A series of snickers arose from the guards and several ponies in the crowd. The modest nun blushed and tried to hide the shame with her tail.

A unicorn guard used his magic to levitate a hammer and chisel over to the nun. With several well placed hits, the metal panties cracked and were soon removed. The nun flicked her tail as she felt a breeze blow across her bare bum for the first time in nearly a decade.

A pale blue pegasus stallion with a dark blue mane stood at attention as the nun's virgin marehood was exposed.

"Soarin'," Blueblood said, addressing the pegasus, "As my new Captain of the Guards, you may have the honor of deflowering her cunt."

Soarin' smiled and ruffled his feathers as he approached the immobilized nun.

"No!" she begged, "Kill me now, please! Grant me a swift death, rather than this lingering ignominy."

"A quick death is far too kind for you," Blueblood said, venomously, "A filthy traitor such as yourself deserves torture first."

The nun cried and struggled futilely against her restraints. She whimpered pitiably as the Captain of the Guards drew ever nearer.

Soarin's cock was what helped secure his new position as Captain of the Guards. Filthy Rich had requested to be put in charge of finding a suitable replacement after the previous Captain committed suicide.

Filthy Rich made his selection after conducting a queer orgy in which he was buggered by all willing candidates. Soarin' stood out as the clear winner, as his cock was one of the most beautiful and majestic tools Filthy Rich had ever laid thighs on. Soarin's stallionhood was almost always upright, and could fill a pint measure to the brim with only four discharges.

Soarin' mounted her and savored the moment before penetration. Precum dribbled out of his tip as he rubbed it over her virgin pussy lips. Some of the more lecherous members of the audience broke the silence with an obscene chant.

"Rape the whore! Rape the whore! Rape the whore!" a group of stallions chanted.

Emboldened by the crowd, Soarin' lunged forward. His hips connected with her rear in a shocking display of public sex. Several ponies cheered, while others looked away ashamed as the nun shrieked in pain.

The mare's hymen tore, causing her blood to drip off of Soarin's balls and onto the stage. Her pained screams pierced the heavens as the Captain of the Guards pounded her pussy raw.

"In the name of Celestia, take it out!" the nun cried, "The pain... it's unbearable!"

Soarin' showed her no mercy as he deprived her of modesty and virtue. His powerful thrusting caused the platform to creak and the mare's knees to buckle. The pounding vibrations caused the guillotine to wobble and sway. The blade was held in place by a rope, so there was no chance of it falling prematurely. The nun was forced to endure everything Blueblood had prepared before she would be granted the sweet release of death.

Soarin's dangling balls slapped against the nun's belly as he continued rutting her marehood from behind. The sensation of his sack rubbing against her clitoral hood was starting to arouse previously unknown feelings within the mare.

"My prince," Soarin' said, while thrusting, "Far be it from me to question your methods, but I have doubts as to the effectiveness of this torture."

"Oh?" Blueblood said, "And why is that, Captain?"

"Because this bitch is so wet, she must surely derive pleasure from being raped," Soarin' said.

"'Tis a lie!" the nun said, sobbing, "How can one derive pleasure from so vile an act?"

"You tell me," Soarin' said, "The scent of your arousal hangs in the air like a lustful breeze. My shaft is slickened by secretions from your moist mare mound. Don't try to deny it."

Much to the nun's dismay, her body betrayed her by lubing the instrument of her rape. Blueblood took great satisfaction as the humiliated nun wept.

"Be diligent in your duties, Captain," Blueblood said, "Upon your release, another guard shall take your place until all have had their chance."

The nun's eyes went wide with fear at the prospect of several sweaty stallionhoods spewing sperm inside her.

Soarin' shook his hips in an effort to penetrate her further. His testicles rubbed against her clitoral hood until the mare's dam burst.

"Oh, Celestia!" the nun said, as she climaxed for the first time, "Forgive me for this shameful release!"

The mare came on Soarin's cock as the new sensation of an orgasm rocked her body.

"Impudent slut!" Soarin' swore angrily, "You dare to cum before me?"

Any pleasurable feelings derived from her orgasm were mitigated by the pain in her loins and the shame in her heart. All the nun could do was hang her head and cry.

Eager to be done with her, Soarin' increased the tempo of his thrusting. The Captain of the Guards arched his back and let out a moan as he dumped his load inside her tight tunnel. Soarin's balls released four thick streams of semen into her womb. With a contented sigh, Soarin' pulled his member out of her bloody, oozing hole. A pint of gooey white jizz, interspersed with her virgin blood, dripped out of her vagina and onto the stage.

Before the nun had time to recover, the next guard mounted her. He was a larger earth pony guard, who stunk of sweat and sexual frustration. He had a yellow coat with a light green mane and was known as Invictus.

The guard was so named because, no matter what he did, his erection was perpetual. While his penis was relatively small for a stallion his size, he put the other guards to shame with his god-like virility. Those with larger cocks would have difficulty stiffening after a certain number of ejaculations, but Invictus' member rose at the slightest touch, regardless of the quantity of discharges he produced in a day.

Invictus leaned over the nun's back and placed his fore-hooves on the wooden bracer holding her neck in place. She could hear his heavy breathing, which caused her entire body to shake in fear.

The nun whimpered as she felt the tip of his shaft press against her torn pussy. She screamed as the second slick shaft lunged into her lubed lacuna. There was much less resistance this time, due to the mare's blood and Soarin's cum lubricating her passage. The nun's body twitched in agony as her body was ravaged repeatedly.

Blueblood stared into the audience and saw several stallions jerking off to the proceedings. Their lack of moral shame brought a tear of joy to his eye.

"My royal subjects!" Blueblood said, beaming with pride at the wanton debauchery on display, "Those who wish to prove their loyalty to the crown are encouraged to spill their essence on the traitor's face. Let your common seed stand as a shameful testament to her vile deeds."

The testicular testament was soon underway, as stallions clamored onto the stage. Each one was eager to ejaculate on the nun's face and show deference to the prince.

Two lines had formed around the nun. One line was for the guards to take turns raping her cunt, and the other was for stallions to cum on her face. She was forced to suffer the stench of their crotches combined with the atrocious taste of their salty semen.

"Repent sinners!" the nun cried as the stallions violated and molested her, "You will all burn in the fires of Tartarus, lest ye repent! Don't trade your immortal souls for the fleeting pleasures of the flesh! Repent, before its too la... ack!"

The nun's pleas were stifled when her open mouth was ejaculated into by a particularly pent up pegasus. Thick ribbons of sperm landed in her mouth and on her snout. She choked, sputtered and spit out whatever she could.

Invictus gave a triumphant shout as he sprayed a healthy load of semen into her womb, before quickly pulling his rock-hard shaft out to accommodate the next guard in line.

The stallions grunted and groaned as they violated her from both sides. This gross humiliation caused the already flustered nun to blush a deep red, which was obscured from view by a healthy coat of semen on her cheeks. In addition to covering her face, stallion seed was also splattered on her religious head covering. The mare's sun and moon necklace knocked against the front of the guillotine as her pussy was pounded from behind.

After all the guards in attendance had taken their turn, the assassin's twat had become looser than a slutty contortionist. The nun's vaginal muscles felt as though they were on fire. Her cunt was filled to the brim with semen from more than a dozen guards and her face was thoroughly drenched in hot pony splooge.

Rich, sticky ejaculate dripped off the nun's body as she stood shaking. She reeked of sex. Her tears mingled with the semen on her face, creating a cocktail of salty secretions.

There was only one pony left, whom Blueblood had specifically saved for last. An audible gasp was heard through the crowd, as this pony was rarely ever seen by the public.

"It's the hunchback of Canterlot Castle!" a stallion from the crowd said, alarmed.

The deformed stallion was an earth pony who had a bright red coat and mane the color of charcoal. He wore a wooden yoke around his neck and had a misshapen face, including an unsightly growth that covered his left eye. He also had a diminished mental capacity and was constantly drooling.

The hunchback was known by the libertines as Bum Cleaver. This name was given to the stallion because he lugged a club so amusingly shaped it was nearly impossible for him to perform an embuggery without splitting the ass wide open. The head of his prick resembled the heart of a manticore. The shaft measured only eight inches, but like the rest of his body, it was grotesquely deformed. Bum Cleaver's cock was crooked and had such a curve that it roughly tore the anus when penetrating it. This quality is what made the hunchback so highly sought after by the libertines.

As Bum Cleaver approached the nun, his twisted dick oozed precum from two openings. One was from his urethra, but the other hole was a superfluous opening in the top right side of his deformed cock head. The nun's back entrance had been spared up until this point, but her anal virginity was about to meet its demise.

Bum Cleaver hoisted himself up until he was mounting the mortified mare. She could hear his obscene heavy breathing and feel his foul-smelling saliva as he drooled onto her clipped wings. Bum Cleaver laughed like a simpleton as he braced his fore-hooves against the guillotine.

Ignoring her sticky, bloody vagina, Bum Cleaver soon found the prize he sought: the mare's tight, dry asshole.

The hunchback pressed his lumpy knob against the nun's sphincter as members of the crowd held their breath in anticipation for what was to come.

Living up to his name, Bum Cleaver tore the mare's ass asunder as he pressed into her with his mutilated meat missile. The nun let out an ear piercing scream, causing a smattering of cheers to rise from the audience. Some cheered with genuine malice, while other spectators merely echoed the sentiments in the hopes of avoiding a similar fate themselves.

The tormented mare shook her head as much as her neck restraint would permit. The only thing accomplished by her frantic head flailing was flinging the strands of semen that stuck to her face in random directions.

The hunchback stretched her dry pucker with his deep thrusts. His gnarled knob spread her rectal walls wider than nature ever intended.

While he possessed slow mental faculties, the stallion's hips were unnaturally quick; much to the nun's displeasure. His groin connected with the base of her tail in a rapid series of slapping and squelching sounds.

The fact that she would soon be executed was a blessing in disguise, as Bum Cleaver had done irrevocable damage to the nun's rectum. The rough callouses on the head of his penis were more coarse than crushed glass and tore her anal walls to ribbons. Whenever the stallion pulled out, his shaft was painted in a fresh coat of her blood. More crimson liquid flowed freely from the mare's ass and onto the stage as the brutal buggering continued unabated.

In an effort to distract herself from the agonizing anal rape, the nun focused on offering a vocal prayer to her Goddess.

"Blessed art thou, Celestia, Matron of the Sun," the nun said, talking through the pain, "Thy mercy... gives light and life to all who dwell on this cursed planet. Thy benevolence knows no bounds... Aah!"

The nun's concentration was broken as Bum Cleaver twisted his cock inside her bloody asshole. Shaking off the agony, the nun resumed her desperate supplication.

"Despite our sins," she said, "you carry upon your back the weight of the world, for vice and blasphemy are abhorrent to you. Bless ponies with your guiding hoof and help them to walk the path of your righteousness. Lead us through this world of sorrows and provide a means for us to see the purity of your countenance."

The nun's posterior was bent out of shape to accommodate Bum Cleaver's blunt instrument. He humped her rump with an increased tempo, as he was eager to cum inside her. The rest of the nun's prayer was punctuated every time the hunchback's hips connected with her butt.

"Allow your embrace to warm our souls," the nun said, "and continue to unify Equestria through your commandments. Let friendship, your most sacred of teachings, be understood throughout this sinful land, and let your gospel spread like the rays of your sun, and purify all that is dark."

The hunchback shouted unintelligibly as he came inside the mare. Viscous semen dribbled from the stallion's gnarled club into her bleeding butt. He panted heavily as he pulled out of her broken ass. A froth of red gore flowed from her anal wound as a small pool of blood mingled with the pool of semen that had formed on the wooden stage.

The nun stood with her head in a guillotine and a mix of blood and cum leaking from her pussy and ass. Her face and veil were splattered with the jizz from dozens of Canterlot stallions. The damage now done, Bum Cleaver was escorted off the stage. A trail of the mare's blood dripped off of his cock as he returned to his lonely bell tower.

Prince Blueblood removed the nun's veil, revealing her beautiful rainbow-colored mane to the crowd. Levitating her veil with his magic, Blueblood used it to wipe off the last traces of cum that clung to her face. Her eyes were bloodshot from the tears she cried and the irritation of the stallions' seed. Once the jizz had been wiped off, Blueblood stuffed the semen-stained veil into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, causing her to retch and choke. She spat the cum-soaked veil onto the ground and stared at it.

"For her treachery, this mare will spend eternity roasting in the lake of fire," Blueblood said, "May her damnation serve as a warning to you all. This is the price for disloyalty."

Blueblood gave a nod of the head to Soarin', who released the rope. A fast whizzing sound was heard as the blade made its rapid descent.

"Celestia, into thy hooves I commend my spirit," the nun said. She finished her last words as the blade sunk into her neck. The mare's body went limp instantly without a brain to regulate it.

Sister Sunflower, who had been watching the proceedings with mounting anguish, couldn't bear the sight of the decapitation and fainted as her friend's head became severed from its body.

Instead of cheering, as one might expect, the crowd remained deadly silent. Beheadings were a special treat for Prince Blueblood, and the audience knew full well the prince required utter silence for his unique experimentation.

Blueblood was fascinated with severed heads and was curious as to how long the brain could respond when separated from its body.

The nun's head rolled to a stop as she stared into the eyes of Prince Blueblood. He stared down at the head and smiled. Her bloodshot eyes twitched and darted around, as though she were still conscience. Blueblood knew it would be impossible for her to speak without lungs, but he was eager to gauge some kind of reaction from her.

Blueblood leaned in closed and whispered into the mare's ear. He attempted to impart one last piece of information before the nun's consciousness left her.

"Tonight, I'm deflowering your precious little angels," Blueblood said with a sinister smile. As he lifted his head, Blueblood saw an unmistakable tear run down her blue cheek. The prince's cruel smile was the last thing the nun saw before her eyes became glassy and dead.

Then she was gone.

"I think she heard me," Blueblood said smiling as he turned to look at Soarin'.

The Captain of the Guards smirked, before grabbing the rope and raising the bloody blade. He hoisted it up and returned it safely to its locked position.

Blueblood stared at the corpse's neck hole. It was so bloody and wet and... inviting. Blueblood felt his loins stir as he approached the nun's headless body.

Living up to his reputation as the most degenerate ruler they'd ever known, Blueblood mounted the guillotine and inserted his stiff penis into the corpse's bloody throat. The prince began humping the neck hole in full view of his guards and subjects.

Fresh blood dripped off of the sharpened blade and onto Blueblood's back as her continued to screw the corpse.

"This is for disfiguring my face, you little cunt!" Blueblood thought, maliciously.

His crotch was soaked with the nun's warm blood as he ejaculated down her neck hole and into her stomach.

"I know it's a little late," the prince said, jovially, "but please enjoy your last meal, courtesy of Prince Blueblood!"

After desecrating the headless nun's corpse, Blueblood commanded his subjects to disperse and tell others what they had witnessed.

"Celestia and Luna control the sun and the moon," Blueblood said, "and I control everything that is touched by their light!"

The members of the nun's congregation carried the unconscious Sister Sunflower away from the sordid scene. They would have retrieved the dead nun's body, but Blueblood had other plans for it.

The prince ordered Soarin' to carry her body to the tower overlooking the entrance to Canterlot Castle. Her cold flesh dripped cum and blood onto the ground as Soarin' flew the body above the spire.

The corpse was still wearing the blood and semen soaked habit. He slid the spire into her vagina. The sharp metal pierced her organs and emerged through her neck hole, as blood and viscera slid down the spire. All who saw the headless corpse with the rainbow-colored tail knew the price for disloyalty.

It was later that night. The lightning bolt-shaped dagger was added to Blueblood's collection of trophies. The assassin's dagger joined the ranks of the elegant dress, the purple horn, the lock of pink hair and the barrel of Apple Cider.

Blueblood sat at his writing desk, preparing to pen his latest journal entry. He levitated the dagger closer so as to help jog his memory of the assassin.

Upon seeing his own reflection in the mirrored surface of the blade, Blueblood became disgusted with his scarred appearance. The prince furiously stabbed the dagger into his oak desk and levitated a quill. After dipping it in ink, Blueblood began to angrily write his journal entry.

After several hours, Blueblood's latest victory had been successfully recorded for posterity. After putting the stopper back in the inkwell, there was a knock at the door. Blueblood jumped in spite of himself. With the recent attempt on his life, he found himself more on edge.

The pony at the door was not an enemy, but his good friend, Fancy Pants. The mustachioed stallion opened the door a crack and poked his head inside.

"I do not mean to disturb you, my prince," Fancy Pants said, "but it is nearly time for the children's ascension."

Blueblood calmly set his quill down and stood up from his desk.

"I'm coming," Blueblood said. His overeager smile betrayed the sanguine tenor of his voice. The prince was excited. Tonight was the most important part of the one hundred and twenty days of Blueblood, and he wasn't about to let a scarred face ruin his good time.