120 Days of Blueblood

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

― Oscar Wilde

After more than two months of constant orgies and degradation, the childrens’ innocence had been thoroughly squelched. Any hope of escape which they still clung to was buried beneath a layer of their own self-loathing and the libertines’ dried semen.

Following a lengthy training session, the children had all become adept at sucking and frigging their masters’ pricks. In addition, they knew how to give meticulous ministrations to the mares’ moist mounds.

They took no joy from pleasuring the libertines. The children viewed it as a necessary evil which they were compelled to comply with in order to survive.

The libertines had made good on their promise that the childrens’ lower holes remain unspoiled until their official deflowering. A repugnant smell of body odor and sexual secretions hung in the air. The children hadn’t been allowed to bathe since entering the castle and were becoming nauseated by their own stench.

Scootaloo rested her hooves against the bars of their cage as she stared out the tiny window near the dungeon ceiling. She had been forced to endure ignominies the likes of which few ponies dared even imagine. In spite of this, Scootaloo stubbornly clung to her hope of rescue.

"Sister Spectrum will save us," Scootaloo said, wistfully, "She can do anything."

"Shut up!" Diamond Tiara said, furiously, "Life's enough of a torture without your false hope rubbing salt in the wound.”

“Oh, do leave her alone!” Silver Spoon said, “If it hadn’t been for your queer stepfather, we wouldn’t be here.”

Diamond Tiara was silenced. Prior to her imprisonment, nopony told her what to do, especially her servant.

Out of all the children, Diamond Tiara was the only one raised in a position of prominence, so it was especially difficult for her to adjust to her new life as the libertines’ plaything. Diamond Tiara narrowed her eyes at Silver Spoon, but said nothing.

“We mustn’t fight amongst each other,” Featherweight said, pleadingly, “If we care not for each other, we’re no better than the selfish libertines.”

Just then, the door to the dungeon slowly opened. The children all became silent as they heard the clop of hooves descending the stone steps.

The moon cast its light on the shadowy figure. The pony was shrouded in a black robe, which concealed their face. Even in the semi-darkness, Scootaloo caught a glimpse of a rainbow-colored mane and blue muzzle poking out from beneath the cowl.

“Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo said, tears streaming from her eyes, “I knew you’d save us!”

The other children stood up and ran to the edge of the cage excitedly. Even Diamond Tiara allowed herself a moment of fleeting hope.

“Hurry!” Scootaloo said, “We have to go now! There’s not much time.”

“You’re right,” a familiar voice said, “In fact, you’re out of time.”

It was then that Scootaloo caught the unmistakable scent of blood.

The cloaked figure disrobed, revealing himself to be Prince Blueblood. He had concealed his entire body with the black cloak and used his magic to levitate the nun’s severed head in front of him.

Once his identity had been revealed, he allowed Sister Spectrum’s head to drop unceremoniously onto the dungeon floor. Its forehead became bruised upon hitting the stone surface and rolled until it came to a stop just outside the children’s cage.

Scootaloo stared horrified at the sight before her. Sister Spectrum was dead. Her lifeless eyes rolled back in her sockets while Prince Blueblood gave a hollow laugh.

“I taught that impudent mare a lesson for daring to disfigure me,” Blueblood said, bitterly.

He stepped forward and allowed the children to catch a glimpse at the fresh scar on his cheek. The nun had managed to do what nopony else had ever done before. She had succeeded in wounding the prince’s profile and his pride. Scootaloo would have felt inspired, if she wasn’t on the verge of throwing up. She was physically shaking as she stared into the lifeless eyes of Sister Spectrum; eyes which used to radiate such hope and joy, but were now as dark and empty as the void left in Scootaloo’s heart.

“Please...” Scootaloo said, her lip quivering, “Please no...”

Seeing her mentor’s decapitated head severed the last strand of hope to which Scootaloo had clung. She stared out into the night sky, as though she half expected to see the nun’s soul flying to heaven. Scootaloo screamed loud enough to strain her vocal chords.

“You can’t leave us, Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo cried, “Take your little angels with you! Please come back! Come back!”

Scootaloo reached her hooves through the bars. She stared up at the distant stars and cried to the heavens.

“Don’t go, please!!” Scootaloo wailed, “We’re in Hell!”

Overcome with grief, Scootaloo collapsed onto the cold, stone floor. Blueblood stood just outside the cage and glowered at her as she sobbed.

Without saying a word, Blueblood draped the black cloak over the corpse’s head. The prince wore a matter-of-fact expression on his face. He treated the children as if he were a stern parent trying to cajole them into doing their chores.

“Relinquishing your hope has brought you to your lowest points and prepared you for this moment,” Blueblood said, “Now is the hour of your ascension.”

From within his black cloak, Blueblood produced six collars and leashes, which he levitated before the children. They knew better than to resist and remained stock still as the libertine leashed them.

Once all the collars had been fastened, Blueblood opened the door to their cage and escorted the children out.

As they marched morosely up the steep dungeon steps, Scootaloo took one last look back at the black cloak which covered Sister Spectrum’s head. Her mentor’s troubles were over, which is more than could be said for Scootaloo and her friends.

After leaving the dungeon, Blueblood led the children down a corridor and up a large staircase. In all the years he’d been doing this, Blueblood never tired of seeing innocent children transfigured into mindless husks who were driven solely by perverse sexual desires. They would soon exist only to provide pleasure, without conscience or reason.

At the top of the stairs was a red door. Blueblood ushered the children through it and into a room they had never seen before.

To call it ornate would be an understatement. There was a fountain in the center of the room with a large golden statue of a hydra in the middle. Each of its four heads were pointed in a different direction as a steady stream of wine flowed from its mouths. The wine filled the fountain as the strong odor of the fermented grapes filled the air. The bouquet of the vintage alone was enough to make one slightly tipsy.

Celestia and Luna were seated beside each other on large pillows. To Luna’s right, Fleur, Fancy Pants and Filthy Rich sat as they drank deeply from their goblets.

When the prince entered, the royal sisters looked up expectantly. Luna cooed with delight as the children shambled into the room.

“Forward!” Blueblood commanded. The children continued their sorry march as they led the prince around the fountain. They passed by Blueblood’s libertine friends, who were sitting on large, red plush pillows.

A murmur of excitement arose from the libertines, who were eagerly discussing which child they would take first.

Celestia and Luna watched as the procession of miserable-looking children passed them. Celestia’s alabaster marehood was already moist from arousal.

“Suffer the children to cum on me and forbade them not;” Celestia said, while slowly rubbing her clit with her forehoof, “for such is the kingdom of heaven.”

Once Blueblood had reached his vacant pillow, he ordered his crestfallen caravan to halt. Truffle Shuffle started to sit down.

“Remain standing!” Blueblood commanded. Truffle Shuffle squeaked in fear and stood stock still.

“Yes,” Filthy Rich added as he stroked his semi-hard member, “I’ll give you something to sit on soon enough.”

The libertines stared at the children and smirked. The fillies and colts each stood with their heads bowed submissively. They cast their eyes furtively about the room in order to better familiarize themselves with their new surroundings. While they were doing this, the children made sure to avoid eye contact with the libertines.

“Surely they cannot be looking for a means of escape,” Fancy Pants said, bemused.

Filthy Rich narrowed his eyes as he glared at the children, as if daring one of them to meet his icy gaze.

Blueblood commanded the children to stand at attention in a straight line. The royal sisters were each allowed to select their child first. Celestia gave a sweet smile and gestured to Featherweight.

“Step forward, gangly urchin,” Celestia said, “Your princess desires thy intimate company.”

Featherweight felt as though his hooves were made of lead. He feared that his malnourished bones would snap like twigs under the weight of the princess’s plump posterior. Blueblood detached the collar from the rope and allowed Featherweight to advance slowly towards Celestia.

Luna stared at the other five children as she struggled to make her selection. Eventually, she called for Pipsqueak.

“Advance, my young pinto prince,” Luna said, “Step forward and rejoice! For this shall be a night thou will always remember.”

Pipsqueak glanced back at Blueblood, who was staring intently at his aunts. Summoning up his fleeting courage, Pipsqueak slowly started shuffling his hooves towards Luna.

It was now time for Blueblood’s friends to each decide on a partner. The libertines surveyed the remaining children and deliberated on their choice.

“They all look so tempting,” Fancy Pant said, “What’s your preference, Filthy Rich?”

“I imagine he’s been chomping at the bit to deflower his stepdaughter,” Fleur said, “Or perhaps he’d rather rape his simpering servant.”

“Don’t mock me,” Filthy Rich said annoyed, “You damn well know my preferences. I’d gladly crawl over fifty good pussies just to get my hooves on one chubby colt’s asshole.”

Truffle Shuffle gulped nervously and subconsciously squeezed his sphincter tighter. Filthy Rich smiled pervertedly at the fat child and gestured for him to come forward. After Blueblood removed the leash, Truffle Shuffle refused to move. He just stood there with his eyes shut tight.

“You impudent little faggot,” Filthy Rich said through gritted teeth, “I demand that you come here and spread your fat ass this instant! If you refuse me again, I’ll bugger you lubeless.”

Truffle Shuffle’s lip began to quiver. He blubbered pathetically while trepidatiously advancing towards Filthy Rich.

“So, I take it my wife and I are free to sodomize your servant and stepdaughter?” Fancy Pants asked in an unnervingly casual tone.

“Deal with the young bitches in whatever way titillates you most,” Filthy Rich said, “May they give you more pleasure than they’ve given me.”

Diamond Tiara’s lip began to quiver. Prior to her imprisonment, her stepfather had treated her with mild indifference. Now, he was being particularly malicious. The two fillies consigned themselves to their fates as they solemnly walked towards the libertine couple.

Fleur licked her lips greedily as she eyed Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. It wasn’t often that Fleur was afforded a chance to be the dominant role. Now that she had it, the sadistic mare was intent to take full advantage.

With the other children gone, Blueblood silently crept up behind Scootaloo. His strong, muscular body towered over her frail frame. Scootaloo’s back tensed as he spoke to her in an icy whisper, which was totally devoid of all tenderness or compassion.

“I suppose that leaves you and me, my little winged creature,” Prince Blueblood said, “Join me on the pillow. We can exchange stories about your beloved nun.”

Scootaloo was used to obeying Blueblood’s orders, but she knew this time would be different. It wouldn’t stop with fellatio. The lustful libertine wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d soiled all her holes with his essence.

Once each of the libertines had chosen a child, the orgy began in earnest. Some of the adults offered their child some wine to dull their faculties and make them more amenable to being molested.

Filthy Rich pressed his forehooves against Truffle Shuffle’s flank and lifted his bottom. He stuck his muzzle between the colt’s cheeks and gave an invasive rimjob in preparation for the imminent buggering.

Truffle Shuffle wept and hid his face with his forehooves. After months of training, he knew the penalty for resisting the libertines’ desires.

Once the anal stimulation had succeeded in limbering up the child’s sphincter, Filthy Rich aggressively mounted him.

Before commencing with his anal rape, Filthy Rich paused for a moment and listened to his own rapid heartbeat as it pumped blood to his stiffening stallionhood. The fear of the child was palpable. A bead of precum on the stallion’s knob glistened like a precious gem. Filthy Rich shuddered in anticipation as he pressed his tip against the child’s rear, smearing his sphincter with precum.

Filthy Rich leaned in close and sniffed Truffle Shuffle’s mane. The stench was an odious amalgam of bodily excretions.

“You’re filthy on the outside,” he whispered ominously to Truffle Shuffle, “I’m going to make you filthy on the inside.”

Before the implications of that statement had time to register with Truffle Shuffle, Filthy Rich slammed his stallionhood deep inside the child’s ass.

Truffle Shuffle screamed in pain while pressing his forehooves against his head.

“Please, don’t!” Truffle Shuffle cried, “Stop!”

“Don’t... stop?” Filthy Rich said, mockingly, “Since you insist...”

Filthy Rich gave a mirthless laugh as he redoubled his efforts. His scraggly scrotum slapped repeatedly against Truffle Shuffle’s young, tender balls.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stared at the anal rape in abject horror. Filthy Rich pumped the child’s ass with an animal-like ferocity as Truffle Shuffle begged for him to stop. Filthy Rich turned a deaf ear to the child’s pleas and growled viciously as his pace steadily increased. The libertine’s knob grazed Truffle Shuffle’s prostate which caused the colt’s young stallionhood to spring to life as well.

“Such anger,” Fancy Pants said quietly as he stared at Filthy Rich, “You would think the poor bastard never learned that sex was meant to be enjoyed.”

Fleur and Fancy Pants then turned their attention away from the violent rape and towards the two fillies cowering before them. She addressed her husband while never taking her eyes off the children.

“So, my dear,” Fleur said, “Would you prefer to have Diamond Tiara frig your cock?”

Diamond Tiara flinched, as if the sound of her own name was hurtful to her now. She only ever heard it prior to committing some degrading sexual act.

“Bah,” Fancy Pants said, “I know the clumsy fool would fumble it. No, you take her. I’m far more eager to test Silver Spoon’s precious mettle.”

Maybe it was due to her talent for polishing, but Silver Spoon was the best young frigger the libertines had ever seen. She was ashamed to be performing such lewd acts, but Silver Spoon was pleased with herself for being the best there was. This was the first time in her life where she was perceived as being more competent than Diamond Tiara.

Fancy Pants had taken a shine to her and seemed eager to test her limits. He had seen her skills and would soon find her threshold for pain.

Silver Spoon began licking and frigging Fancy Pants’ prick, while Diamond Tiara was forced to service Fleur’s mound. Once the libertines were both firmly aroused, Fancy Pants ordered Silver Spoon to lie on top of Diamond Tiara’s stomach with their heads facing each others nethers.

“My pleasure will be derived from your tight bottom,” Fancy Pants said to Silver Spoon, “If you wish to mitigate the agony of your anal anguish, your only hope is for your friend to pleasure you to the point of orgasm.”

Diamond Tiara was feeling slightly relieved. She knew that Fleur lacked the equipment to give her a proper dicking.

Once Diamond Tiara had grown accustomed to her servant’s weight on her chest, she felt something soft and wet pressing against her sphincter. After glancing down, she saw that Fleur was licking around her asshole. It felt more ticklish than painful, so Diamond Tiara didn’t mind it too much.

“Make a wish,” Fancy Pants said jovially as he pressed his slick knob against Silver Spoon’s pert hole. She whimpered as the length of his palpitating prick slid inside her unassuming asshole.

Fancy Pants then began to bugger Silver Spoon with calm, calculated strokes. Using this method, a stallion could practically last indefinitely. Diamond Tiara stared mesmerized at the pair of white balls which swung inches from her nose. Trace amounts of Silver Spoon’s blood clung to Fancy Pants’ shaft as he forced his way inside her tight backdoor.

The slapping sounds of Fancy Pants’ hips connecting with Silver Spoon’s bottom were complemented by the loud slurping sounds of Fleur as she messily rimmed Diamond Tiara’s rectum.

Silver Spoon’s vision was blurry. The sensations were foreign to her, and quite painful. It was unnatural. Everything about her situation was unnatural. She shut her eyes and held them tight. She tried to think of something, anything, to take her mind off the loss of her anal virginity.

Regardless of how many times Fancy Pants pumped into her, the sting of his shaft was constant.

Being raised as a slave, Silver Spoon was used to bottling her feelings. She took the libertine’s abuse, without crying or screaming. The lingering fear in the back of her mind was the uncertainty of how long her resolve would last.

Scootaloo sat beside Prince Blueblood as the two of them watched these depravities unfold around them. For Scootaloo, it was the worst day she’d ever experienced. For Blueblood, it was a Tuesday.

Blueblood stroked her magenta mane and ordered her to frig his prick. Scootaloo complied, while wearing a look of intense hatred. She closed her eyes so as to block out the images of her friends suffering, but her ears caught every word. Each scream of pain. Every impassioned plea for mercy. Scootaloo heard it all.

The moans of the children reverberated off the walls as the libertines’ reverie slowly built to a fever pitch. It was a veritable rhapsody of rape, with Prince Blueblood as the ignominious impresario.

“Servicing my shaft was one of the last things your precious nun did before and after her death,” Blueblood said, “Maybe by making me cum, you’ll grow closer to your late mentor by following in her hoofsteps.”

The thought of Sister Spectrum degrading herself to such a degree made Scootaloo shiver with revulsion.

“I don’t believe you,” Scootaloo said as she begrudgingly licked the salty precum from his tip. She had nothing but contempt for Blueblood, and yet her training had left her with a compulsion to suck cocks. After months of careful conditioning, fellatio was a subconscious act. At times, Scootaloo felt as though she had no control over her own body.

“You may have corrupted us,” Scootaloo said, in between licks, “but Sister Spectrum’s soul was far too pure to wallow in sin.”

“Nopony is pure, my little chit,” Blueblood said, matter-of-factly, “We’re all just beasts at the end of the day. Only the few among us with the courage to realize this can truly be considered alive. Ponies who spend their existence shackled to false notions of decency and morality are already dead to the world, so they deserve no place in it.”

Scootaloo could feel Blueblood’s balls contract as she rolled them around on her tongue. Her ministrations were accompanied by loud slurping sounds.

As she reflected on Sister Spectrum, Scootaloo couldn’t focus on her blowjob. Her lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. Her chin was covered in drool and the prince’s precum as she sobbed and grieved over the loss of her friend.

“Do not weep for your slain nun,” Blueblood said, “Her death was no tragedy. The only real tragedy is living in fear.”

The word “fear” triggered something in Blueblood. He stopped talking as he stared at his aunts. Scootaloo looked up into Blueblood’s eyes. He was looking intently at the royal sisters as they played with their young colts.

Featherweight had begun to plumb Celestia’s sweaty snatch with his tongue. The beleaguered urchin performed expert cunnilingus on the mad matriarch.

“Thou art favored amongst stallions to find thyself in the lap of a god!” Celestia cried, “This pleases us greatly! Harder, you cunt-licking plebeian!”

Featherweight’s nostrils were filled with Celestia’s musk. He couldn’t help but find the scent arousing.

Celestia’s sweaty frame convulsed as she squirted her mare cum all over Featherweight’s face. The embarrassed colt looked up at her. Celestia smiled as she watched her feminine juices drip down his chin.

“An exquisite release,” Celestia said, breathlessly, “You have quite the skilled tongue, my little stallion.”

For a moment, Celestia was content to simply lay there and revel in her own afterglow. Her palpitating heart and messy orgasm caused the princess to feel younger than she had in ages.

“We would esteem it a great pleasure to have thy tongue inside us at all times,” Celestia said appreciatively, “Lay with us that we may properly repay thy actions.”

Featherweight repositioned himself so he was laying beside Celestia on her plush pillow. The princess used her hoof to tenderly brush the sweaty colt’s mane. Celestia then created a magical aura around Featherweight’s young prick and slowly began to frig it. Her erotic motions caused the young colt to groan with delight.

“You love your princess, don’t you?” Celestia asked sensually as her aura fondled his tiny balls.

Featherweight’s mind was in a fog. He couldn’t tell if it was Celestia’s hypnotic voice, her feminine musk or her expert frigging, but the young colt found himself smitten with her beauty.

Celestia leaned in and shared a kiss with her young lover. Featherweight felt her tongue invade his mouth. Celestia explored every inch of his oral cavity as she continued her frigging.

After breaking the kiss, Celestia brought forth a goblet, which was suspended in the air by her magic.

“Have some wine, my love,” Celestia said.

Without waiting for his consent, Celestia pressed the golden cup to Featherweight’s lips. He drank deeply and soon drained the goblet.

The young colt couldn’t hold his liquor. His face became flushed and his speech slurred.

“That feels nice,” Featherweight said, tipsily. The drunken colt gave a slight hiccup as he slowly succumbed to carnal pleasure.

Seated beside her sister, Luna was currently in the process of fellating young Pipsqueak. His tiny prick and balls could not hope to satisfy Luna’s lush lacuna, but she was no less determined to bring him to orgasm.

Pipsqueak knew exactly what she was doing to him. He’d given enough blowjobs to be well acquainted with the mechanics of the act. And yet, Luna managed to bring something new to the act of fellatio. Her eon of experience allowed Luna to pleasure Pip’s prepubescent pole in a way that lesser mares could only dream of.

Her tongue wrapped around his shaft as she milked the young colt for all he was worth. Pipsqueak gave an involuntary groan as his tiny frame was racked with primary pulses of puerile pleasure.

“Art thou enjoying thyself?” Luna asked as spittle dribbled down her chin. A thick strand of saliva connected her lips to his penis. Pipsqueak winced as he felt Luna shower his small sack with kisses. He couldn’t bring himself to answer her question verbally, but he did nod his head to show that her ministrations were not entirely unpleasant.

“We love thy young body,” Luna said. Pressing her tongue against his asshole, Luna slowly moved her tongue across Pipsqueak’s taint, over his balls and up the underside of his shaft.

When she reached the tip, Luna buried her muzzle on his member. She managed to effortlessly take the entire length of Pipsqueak’s shaft and balls into her mouth.

Luna presented Pipsqueak with a goblet of wine, which she forced him to drink. As the two colts were being pleasured by the princesses, the other children were in unspeakable pain.

Silver Spoon had hoped to just endure her assault, but the longer it went on, the more aroused she became. In spite of the shame, she could no longer resist the urges of her body.

“Please, Ms. Diamond Tiara,” Silver Spoon cried, “Do what Fancy Pants says! Lick my filly parts! Any pleasant feelings will help distract me from the pain!”

Featherweight’s words echoed in Diamond Tiara’s head.

“If we care not for each other, we’re no better than the selfish libertines,” Diamond Tiara thought. In an uncharacteristically selfless act, Diamond Tiara began to perform cunnilingus on her servant.

Silver Spoon gasped as she felt her mistress' soft tongue lapping timidly at her young clit. The effect was almost immediate, as familiar lustful feelings began to resurface within Silver Spoon.

“Ohhh,” Silver Spoon moaned erotically. Her head was swimming in pleasure. The penis in her ass helped amplify the ecstasy of her friend’s cunnilingus.

Diamond Tiara was so engrossed in eating out her servant, that she didn’t notice Fleur dipping her left forehoof in a basin of precious oil, which the libertines used as lube.

Silver Spoon was just starting to drip with arousal, when Diamond Tiara pulled her mouth away.

“Why did you stop?” Silver Spoon asked. As if in answer to her question, Diamond Tiara started shrieking in pain.

It was only then that Silver Spoon thought to open her eyes. She looked down and saw that Fleur had stuffed her long, slender forehoof inside Diamond Tiara’s bottom.

The sadistic mare was brutally hoofing the young child’s ass with her left forehoof, while simultaneously masturbating with her other forehoof.

Seeing how much pain Diamond Tiara was in, Silver Spoon buried her snout in her mistress’ snatch. Silver Spoon began eating out Diamond Tiara in the hopes of distracting her from the grown mare’s hoof in her rectum.

Diamond Tiara had given up trying to pleasure anypony. The pain brought on by Fleur’s forehoof was too much for the filly to stand. All Diamond Tiara could do was shriek and blubber unintelligently.

Silver Spoon tried desperately to bring Diamond Tiara to orgasm, in spite of her own marehood being completely ignored. Without any further vaginal stimulation, the only sensation that remained was the pain of her sodomy.

“Please, touch me down there,” Silver Spoon begged, “I need something to take the pain away.”

Diamond Tiara tried to focus on her servant’s needs, but she couldn’t. Fleur’s hoof was stretching Diamond Tiara’s bottom to the breaking point. Pain consumed her every thought. The anguished screams of a child was too much for Fancy Pants to resist. He was going to cum.

“Give us a kiss, darling,” Fancy Pants said to his wife, “I’ve reached my apex.”

Fleur momentarily stopped hoofing Diamond Tiara’s ass and leaned over Silver Spoon. Fleur kissed Fancy Pants on the lips as he came inside Silver Spoon’s ass. Fleur looked disappointedly at her husband as she broke the kiss.

“You came already?” Fleur said, sadly, “Bad form, darling.”

Fancy Pants pulled his flacid dick out of Silver Spoon’s ass. Diamond Tiara made a scared squeaking sound as the stallion’s meaty penis slid out of the filly’s hole and landed with a slap on Diamond Tiara’s face.

When Fancy Pants pulled his stallionhood out, the jizz which he released inside began to ooze out of Silver Spoon’s ass and onto Diamond Tiara’s face.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Fancy Pants said, tenderly to Fleur, “A tight posterior mingled with the shrieks of a child reminded me of the day we first met.”

“Ooh, flatterer,” Fleur said, “Well, it is of no matter. With your virility, it should only take a few moments before you’re ready for another round.”

Fleur and Fancy Pants stared at the two exhausted fillies. Silver Spoon lay atop her friend and cried as semen continued leaking from her butt.

Diamond Tiara’s face was covered in cum. Her lip trembled and her bloody asshole was gaping from where Fleur’s hoof had been.

“While I’m waiting to recover,” Fancy Pants said, “let me help you tend to these young fillies.”

As the couple resumed their child molestation, Blueblood looked longingly at Fleur and Fancy Pants.

“I need to find my own special somepony,” Blueblood thought, “Somepony who also enjoys inflicting rape and torture.”

Scootaloo continued to frig Prince Blueblood’s cock. She contemplated biting his stallionhood off at the root, as a means of avenging Sister Spectrum’s death. Nothing came of such thoughts, as Scootaloo’s thirst for vengeance was swallowed up by her severe depression.

“What’s the point in fighting?” Scootaloo thought, miserably, “Sister Spectrum stood against the prince and she’s dead. Nothing I do now will bring her back to life.”

Scootaloo’s eyes began to water. It was hard to discern if this was due to her sadness, or choking while trying to deepthroat the prince’s prick. In any case, Scootaloo’s once-indomitable will appeared to have finally broken.

Blueblood glanced over at Filthy Rich, who was thrusting into Truffle Shuffle while also beating the colt with a cane. Truffle Shuffle was squealing in pain as red welts formed on his back.

While Blueblood had great respect for Filthy Rich’s cruelty, the prince didn’t want to end up alone and bitter. There was a stark contrast between his married and single friends.

“I need to find a wife,” Blueblood said, quietly.

Filthy Rich was nearing his orgasm. He leaned back and put his forehooves under Truffle Shuffle’s chubby belly. The child was lifted off of the ground and his bruised back was pressed against the libertine’s chest.

Truffle Shuffle’s eyes were red and puffy and his nose was running. The gay libertine exerted his strength and lifted Truffle Shuffle off of his shaft. Filthy Rich would then thrust his hips upward, burying his stallionhood deeper into the child’s bottom.

Truffle Shuffle was growing numb to the pain. The libertine’s knob rubbing against his victim’s prostate caused the young child to become aroused. Truffle Shuffle’s fat prick was semi-hard and dripping precum. His shaft flopped around as he was repeatedly lifted and filled by Filthy Rich.

After several minutes of this, Truffle Shuffle began to feel nauseous. When only the tip remained inside the colt’s ass, Filthy Rich let go of Truffle Shuffle’s fat belly and allowed gravity to kick in. The speed at which the child slid down Filthy Rich’s pole was too much for him to resist.

“Ah, Celestia’s twat and tits!” Filthy Rich exclaimed, “I’m cumming!”

Filthy Rich began to spasm as his body was rocked with a full-body orgasm. Truffle Shuffle’s ass kept such a firm grip that the child could feel every bump and vein of the shaft inside him.

Load after load of warm stallion spunk was pumped into the colt’s ass. Truffle Shuffle’s penis began to involuntarily twitch as his bottom was filled to overflowing.

Truffle Shuffle was thoroughly exhausted and slumped back onto Filthy Rich’s chest. The libertine kept his now-flaccid dick inside the child as more of his semen dripped down his balls.

Filthy Rich used his forehooves to frig Truffle Shuffle’s semi-rigid cock.

Though his eyes were unfocused, Truffle Shuffle stared in the direction of the royal sisters and the other colts.

“For making thy god cum, we have deigned to give thee a gift,” Celestia said, as she levitated a golden dildo out from underneath her pillow. This molded member was the crowning jewel in her private collection of decorative dongs.

Featherweight glanced down and grew fearful as he stared at the faux phallus. He tried to speak, but his mouth felt as though it were numb.

As panic began to set in, Featherweight tried to lift his head. A knot formed in his stomach when the young colt realized that his entire body was paralyzed.

Before Featherweight had time to fully comprehend what was happening to him, Celestia slid her golden dildo into his ass. The numb feeling which permeated his body helped to dull the sting of his sodomy.

Large brightly-colored jewels embedded throughout the dildo added bumps which served to further stimulate the child’s prostate. The precious stones were so rare that if the princess were to sell her masturbatory aid, the profits could feed a family for a year. Featherweight’s mind was flooded with foreign sensations as he futilely tried to move.

“There was more than wine in your goblet, my little one,” Celestia said, “The next part of our little game requires precision. We couldn’t have you thrashing about, so your wine was laced with a paralysing draught.”

Celestia then produced a pair of stainless steel scissors. Featherweight tried to scream, but the only sounds he could make were unintelligible grunts.

They were unlike any scissors Featherweight had seen before. They were long and slender, with the sharp end turned at a ninety degree angle. Its shape looked similar to the letter “L.”

Pipsqueak was also realizing that Luna’s wine had left him paralysed. He couldn’t speak or move. All he could do was stare helplessly as the princess of the night towered over him.

“Thine eyes glisten like stars in the night sky,” Luna said, “They truly are windows to the soul.”

Pip could feel his heart racing. His breathing was shallow and his thoughts were clouded by feeling that were new to him.

Luna licked her lips hungrily as she stared into Pip’s eyes. Without any warning, Luna inserted a sterling silver butt plug into Pipsqueak’s sphincter.

He gasped as he felt Luna’s magical aura contract tightly against his shaft. Even though he couldn’t look down to see what was happening, Pipsqueak could feel Luna giving him an aura job with her magic.

“That’s good, Pipsqueak,” Luna said, “Stain us with your warm essence.”

As Pipsqueak drew nearer to his orgasm, Luna levitated what looked like a spoon with a razor’s edge. Blueblood and his friends were all focused on the princesses, who were about to take more than the virginity of their young lovers.

Celestia forced Featherweight’s mouth open with magic. The paralysing draught made sure he was in no position to resist. Using her magic, Celestia slid her curved scissors into Featherweight’s mouth. The sharp blades were on either side of his tongue. The young colt was screaming as loud as his condition would allow.

“A tongue as skilled as yours must taste divine,” Celestia said, calmly, “A fitting repast for a ruler.”

Featherweight gave a muffled scream as the scissors pressed against his tongue. Truffle Shuffle felt his heart pounding in his chest as he watched his friend’s mutilation. He found himself unable to look away as Filthy Rich continued stroking the chubby colt’s rock hard cock.

Celestia closed the scissors on Featherweight’s tongue, cutting it clean off. The child gave a gurgled scream as his mouth filled with blood. Celestia used her magic to remove the severed tongue. She stared at it in awe and even kissed it. Her lips became stained with Featherweight’s blood.

“Your princesses take what they desire without fear of reprisal,” Filthy Rich said sinisterly while frigging Truffle Shuffle’s cock, “Worship them! Spill your unworthy seed at the hooves of your gods!”

Truffle Shuffle cried desperately as he came on the ground. Filthy Rich aimed the ejaculate in Princess Celestia’s direction, but she didn’t notice. Her full attention was on Featherweight’s severed tongue.

Featherweight feared he might drown in his own blood, but Celestia took some black thread and used magic to stitch up the meaty stub which remained of his tongue. She rolled Featherweight onto his side and allowed the blood to flow out of his mouth and onto the pillow. His body went into shock and he started convulsing.

Featherweight could see Celestia as she sucked the blood from his tongue. She continued to frig his prick with her aura. While the blood pumping into his cock had been diverted to his mouth, Featherweight was still erect enough to orgasm. Celestia held the colt’s severed tongue in front of his tip as he ejaculated all over it.

Without saying a word, Celestia popped Featherweight’s semen-stained tongue into her mouth and began to eat it.

She sat on the pillow and rubbed her clit while she chewed. Drool and the child’s cum ran down her chin as Celestia was hit with another mind-blowing orgasm. She swallowed the chewed remains of Featherweight’s tongue while basking in her afterglow.

Celestia raised a forehoof, which was slick with her marecum. She licked it clean before removing her dildo from Featherweight’s ass. After sniffing the anal dildo, she licked it clean as well.

The blood flow from Featherweight’s mouth subsided as the last remnants of his orgasm dribbled out his limp dick.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon hid their faces as Luna slid the spoon down the underside of Pipsqueak’s left eye. The paralytic draught prevented him from speaking or moving, but Pipsqueak’s large, expressive eyes adequately conveyed the abject horror he was feeling.

It looked as though he was crying blood. Luna slid the curved spoon back to where Pipsqueak’s retina met with his optic nerve. With a little more force, Luna manage to sever the nerve endings.

Pipsqueak’s left eye went dark.

Blood began to flow out of his left socket. Now that the eye had been loosed from its cranial prison, Luna was going to savor every moment of her rare delicacy.

She used the spoon to raise Pipsqueak’s gelatinous eyeball out of his socket. The head of the spoon was coated in blood.

Pipsqueak’s remaining eye was transfixed on Princess Luna. He could see his left eye, which was now cold and glassy looking, on her sharp spoon.

On a pony’s head, there were so few places that were delicious. Ones options were limited to the brain, lips, tongue and eyes.

When Luna and her sister dined on pony flesh, it usually resulted in a slow and painful death for the victim. However, on this night, Featherweight and Pipsqueak were rare exceptions. They would survive their mutilations. The princesses had no intention of killing either of the children at this time; they just wanted a little snack.

In all respects, the head was the most humblest and least edible part of the pony. A lesser cannibal would discard it in favor of juicy organs. Such short-sighted individuals would have been looked down upon by the royal sisters, who knew how to appreciate the best parts of the head.

While it’s true that most of the head is inedible, for those who exercise due diligence, an extraordinary culinary treat is their reward. Brains, lips, tongue and eyes. With the exception of the brain, all of these tender bits are bite size and hardly filling. The trick is to savor them. Those who take their time are rarely disappointed.

Luna gently placed Pipsqueak’s eyeball on her tongue. Her mouth was watering in anticipation as she increased the pace of her frigging. In spite of experiencing pain like he had never known, Pipsqueak couldn’t hold back his orgasm. He groaned weakly as he shot his seed into Luna’s mouth. Thin strands of semen landed on Luna’s muzzle and in her mouth. Pipsqueak’s left eyeball was now coated in his own jizz. Luna closed her lips and savored the taste.

The silky texture of the eyeball melted in her mouth. It brought her to a state of self-actualization, where she contemplated the finer things in life.

The mutilated bodies of Featherweight and Pipsqueak were of no use to the libertines in their weakened state, so the princesses cast them aside until their bodies had a chance to recover.

Celestia and Luna watched as their fellow libertines molested the four remaining children. Fancy Pants was eating out Diamond Tiara, who came on his face. Fleur was urinating on Silver Spoon and forcing her to drink it. Truffle Shuffle was submissively sucking Filthy Rich’s shit-scented shaft in preparation for another round of sodomy. The only child whose ass hadn’t been stretched yet was Scootaloo.

At Blueblood’s command, Scootaloo stopped licking the prince’s polished pole. He ordered her to stand in front of the princesses with her head bowed to the ground. Scootaloo genuflected before Celestia and Luna in a state of abject deference.

Blueblood walked up behind Scootaloo and mounted her. He used his forehooves to pin her wings to the ground. Scootaloo winced in pain as she struggled to move.

After pressing his knob against her anal entrance, Blueblood tried to force his way inside, but was met with undue resistance.

“Relax your anus,” Blueblood commanded. Scootaloo whimpered as she stopped clenching her glutes. Even without her rectal rancor, it was still a painfully tight fit for the prince. Flecks of Scootaloo’s blood dripped onto the floor as the prince’s stiff stallionhood tore her tush interior.

Scootaloo was panting hard as she tried to focus through the pain. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes. Her ears were pounding in her head.

The maddening fervor of the libertines was beginning to affect Scootaloo’s friends. The other fillies were no longer protesting their treatment and Truffle Shuffle was willingly spreading his ass for Filthy Rich. The only ponies who had been allowed a rest were Pipsqueak and Featherweight. They lay beside each other drawing shallow, ragged breaths as their faces bled.

Celestia and Luna watched with mild amusement as Blueblood continued to bugger Scootaloo. The prince whinnied blissfully as her warm anal passage caressed his stallionhood. It was so tight that Blueblood found it challenging to move his cock in any direction. Every attempt to pull his pride in or out was met with fierce resistance.

“A splendid Blue Moon Saturnalia,” Luna said to Blueblood, “You certainly picked a fine group of children this year.”

Blueblood snorted contemptuously as he rutted Scootaloo with the fury of a charging rhino. She was powerless under his weight and could only elicit small squeaks of discomfort with each thrust of his mighty cock.

Blueblood’s earlier thoughts resurfaced as he reflected on the cowardice of his aunts, who hid within the safety of their castle walls and waited for him to bring them victims.

“Fear,” Blueblood said to his aunts, “You are both cowards. You fear for your lives, which is why you insist on keeping to the shadows and hiding your deeds from a world that deems them wicked.”

Prince Blueblood was brutal in many ways, including his brutal honesty. Celestia and Luna were shocked that he dared confront them so disrespectfully.

“Silence, nephew,” Celestia said as her brow furrowed, “Thou hast the brazen balls to address us in this manner?!”

As Celestia spoke these words, the “brazen balls” in question were slapping roughly against Scootaloo’s small slit.

“I’m not afraid of you, you cannibalistic old cunts,” Blueblood said, baring his teeth, “A true libertine lives life without limits. We do as we wish and kill all who would hinder our path to pleasure. You used to believe that once.”

Celestia and Luna looked at each other, then turned away ashamed. Deep in their hearts, they knew Blueblood’s admonishment was true.

“The Celestia of olden times wouldn’t hide within the safety of her castle and mutilate children,” Blueblood said as he nodded towards the unconscious bodies of Pipsqueak and Featherweight, “The Celestia of old took her debaucheries to the populace and created panic in the streets! She skewered infants on her mighty horn and laughed while their bloody entrails cascaded down her face.”

“Tis true, Blueblood, tis true,” Celestia said as a single tear fell down her cheek, “We have grown soft in our old age.”

Using his magic, Blueblood forced Scootaloo to lift her head. Celestia and Luna stared at her as she opened her eyes. Blueblood continued to ream her butt raw as his mind was swept away by unbridled lust. Despair fully engulfed Scootaloo, which was evident by her hopeless expression. She didn’t feel like a pony. She felt like nothing more than an extension of Blueblood’s sexual rage.

The other libertines stopped their orgy to listen to the prince’s words. All eyes were on Blueblood as he continued buggering Scootaloo.

“You have nothing to fear from these pitiable peasants,” Blueblood said, “We’re invincible!”

Blueblood’s friends cheered and echoed their agreement. A sloppy sucking sound could be heard as Blueblood pulled his pride out of Scootaloo’s ass. After her recent embuggering, she lacked the strength to stand. Blueblood’s firm cock was the only thing holding her up, so when it was removed, Scootaloo slumped wearily to the ground. Blueblood took a step back and gave a mighty whinny as he came. His powerful cock twitched as globs of semen splattered across Scootaloo’s back. Her tiny wings were dripping with his sticky essence by the time his ejaculation had finished.

As one final act of contempt, Blueblood spat on the back of Scootaloo’s head. She simply lay there, unmoving. Broken in body and mind.

Celestia and Luna were thoroughly impressed by Blueblood’s words and his total subjugation of the young filly.

“Nephew, you have reminded us what it truly means to be a libertine,” Luna said, “for which we are truly grateful. We now see that thou will make a fine successor to the crown.”

Blueblood beamed as Scootaloo’s anal blood dripped from his semi-hard dick.

“However,” Celestia said, solemnly, “I could not reign over Equestria without my beloved sister by my side and it is no different with you, nephew. You cannot hope to rule a kingdom alone. Behind every great king is a queen licking his bunghole. You need such a mare in your life.”

Blueblood smiled and nodded at the wisdom of his aunt. In spite of her overlycautious nature, Celestia was still able to dispense sound advice.

“I’ve already given the matter some thought,” Blueblood said, “I plan to take a wife before my next birthday.”

Blueblood’s friends cheered at the happy announcement. Even the perpetually bitter Filthy Rich was supportive.

Celestia approached Blueblood. He bowed before his aunt. She smiled. Her mouth was still stained with Featherweight’s blood.

Blueblood suddenly felt ashamed for his earlier remarks.

“Forgive me, my princess, if my tone was too harsh,” Blueblood said.

“Not at all,” Celestia said tenderly, “Your stern words were just what we needed to remind us of who we are... and who you will soon be.”

Blueblood’s heart lept to his throat.

“Could Celestia mean what I think she means?” Blueblood thought.

Celestia leaned in and whispered so that only Blueblood could hear.

“The hour of your ascension draws near,” Celestia said, lovingly, “During the past several years, your actions have proven that you are worthy of the greatest gift a libertine can receive: Eternal life.”

Blueblood’s recent orgasm paled in comparison to the joy he felt in his heart.

“When you have chosen a mate, Luna and I will bestow upon each of you the secret to eternal life and beauty,” Celestia said, “The four of us shall eternally rule and reign over Equestria in an unending orgy of rape, death and destruction.”

This chance for new responsibility is what Blueblood had been preparing for his whole life. No longer would he be beneath his aunt’s shadow. Soon, he would be king.

Blueblood stood before his friends, his scarred face beaming with pride. As he glanced around the room, he noticed that all of the children were exhausted and confused. Pipsqueak and Featherweight had each fainted due to loss of blood. The other four children had various welts and bruises covering their young bodies.

All the other libertines bowed before Blueblood, including the princesses. Blueblood issued a statement to capture their imagination.

“I will usher in a new age of hedonistic debauchery, the likes of which Equestria has never seen!” Blueblood said passionately, “I shall soon rule as dictator and will rule with an iron dick!”