Author's Note

Anal, Rape, Cooking, Spit Roast[Literally], Death, Snuff.

I've been away for a while... this one's a bit on the short side, but I tried to make it a little more interesting. x3

How To Serve Pegasi.

Daring Do had narrowly dodged a barrage of primitive arrows, her nimble frame and dexterous skills in flying in extremely cluttered areas were paying off in spades. Though she quickly found herself backpedaling in mid-air as another shower nearly found it's intended mark.

"Damn, if I'm not careful I'm going to be turned into a pegasus pincushion," she wiped off the sweat from her brow after pulling an arrow out of her hat with her teeth. They might be primitive tribal ponies, but were proving quite savvy with their rather archaic weaponry. The pegasus continued to dodge, weave and roll as the relentless horde of cannibal ponies followed in close pursuit. "C'mon Do, think. Tribal pegasus ponies waiting to spear you above, earth and unicorn ponies trying to skewer you with arrows here. There has to be SOME way out."

Daring Do had finally come up with an idea just when things seemed rather bleak! Making sure her pursuers had lost sight of her, she landed quietly as possible and began creeping along the incredibly dense thicket. "If I can just find some place to hide... hopefully they won't see me. Or... smell me, " she griped. "Couldn't wait for it to pass, could you," Daring Do berated herself in her head as she pushed herself into an incredibly thick patch of bramble bushes. As she steadied her breathing, her body became absolutely still as the hoofsteps of other ponies came closer. She could see them, they had considerably slowed down and now seemed poke and prod their spears into the brush.

"OWW," cried a loud voice as something sharp jabbed into her hindquarters, plunging into the thick muscle. A pony had spotted her tail and had successfully landed a rather devastating blow from behind! Bleeding from her fresh wound, Daring Do was immediately set upon by a herd of ponies who dragged her from her cover. The mare thrashed and howled as well placed stomps to her wings left them mangled and totally inoperable. "Please, just... let me go," she pleaded as they looked down at her. It was then she noticed something else, they were all quite aroused. No doubt they sensed that she was in estrus.

Held down by the magic of three unicorns, Daring Do could do little as she was kept in place. Her face down in the dirt, hind legs keeping her plot held high up in the air. She was damp, she was winking needfully and it was making her stomach churn in disgust as panic slowly took hold. She couldn't see her rapists, but felt them as each buried their long meaty shaft into one of two presented orifices! She felt their powerful bucks as they plunged deep into her marehood with each thrust. The stud would hammer away, breathing heavily then let out a pleased groan as his hot sticky spunk flooded her orifice. Fifteen or so stallions later, Daring Do's puffy anus and marehood were loosened beyond what they ever had been before.

"Ugh... so full... of cum," Daring Do muttered as she laid on the ground, nearly mentally broken and physically exhausted to the point that escape seemed impossible. She could feel their spunk oozing out of her overfilled marehood and tailhole. Her stomach churned in disgust, she had never felt so... dirty, used and humiliated. She didn't think it'd get any worse until she glimpsed a stallion standing over her with his flaccid cock dangling out of it's sheath. A light trickling of warm yellow piss turned into a steady more heavily pressured stream as the tribal stallion relieved his bladder into her face. She barely managed to clench her eyes and mouth shut. She couldn't do anything but endure the rush of urine as it ran down the sides and front of her face. It quickly damped her mane and soaked into her fur. She slipped unknowingly into unconsciousness while she waited it out.

Daring Do would wake up sometime later, laying on her stomach on what seemed a makeshift table of chiseled stone. She couldn't make out much except for crudely thrown together racks of wood that seemed to be filled with clay jars. The most significant thing about the room was the rather lively fire pit that had fresh kindling on it. It's position from the center of the room allowed the small flickering flames to briefly illuminate and warm her surroundings.

"Where... where am I?," she asked herself in a rather frail voice. She got no answers, but she did wince and whimper as something hard and thick poked against her used and abused anus. Another stallion was about to have his way with her defenseless backside.

"Please.. please stop, I beg you," she cried as the stallion, whom was the chef of the tribe, rhythmically pumped his large black meaty shaft into her loosened tailhole. She could hear the buck snorting and nickering, his balls noisily slapping against her rump as he raped her with every bit of strength his powerful hind legs could muster. She whined loudly as he gave a final thrust, feeling his cock twitch inside her as he emptied his load into her already cum soaked rear. She listened to his heavy breathing, feeling a soft tug as he pulled his softening cock free from her backside. Was this her fate? To be a cum dumpster for these stallions' cocks? Her answer came soon enough.

The chef picked one of his finest spits, sharpening the thick pole's spiked tip end with a sharp edged rock. Using his magic, he moved it over and pressed it's tip against the pegasus' gaped cum dribbling anus. Soon her cries of pain filled the chamber as he drove the spit through her entire body till it exited out of her mouth. Her screams became garbled with blood, body thrashing wildly as she pulled against the bindings. It proved of little success as he levitated her over, placing her over the fire pit. She continued to spasm wildly and howling as he turned her body, watching as the flames licked over her naked body. Not enough to burn, but enough to make the flesh become crisp and singe the fur off. Slowly her life slipped away, eyes going lifeless as the chef marinated her with exotic spices and other liquids. By the end, there was only a deliciously golden crispy pony cooked to perfection over hours.

Later on, she was served at a great feast to celebrate their successful hunt. They didn't use knives to cut away the flesh, but instead dug into her deliciously cooked meat with their teeth while it was still on the bone. Her organs, eyes and everything edible would inevitably come to rest in the gut of a tribal pony by day's end. What was left of her carcass would later be discarded back to nature to become one with the earth once more.