Brain Devourers from Space

On the Pie farm there was a little collection of one room cabins that housed temporary workers on the farm. Several young mares currently occupied these cabins. Cloudy had a soft spot for misfortunate mares and Igneous got a little side action from them.

The first cabin housed a recovering Pegasus mare. They had found the poor thing in the Trottingham slums, out of shape and drowning her misery with cheap, poisonous booze. Cloudy convinced the mare to come work on the farm, going so far as to carry her when she passed out. That mare was Lightning Dust.

On the farm she had began to recover, hard work and no prejudice for her past did wonders for her. She befriended Limestone of all ponies and soon had Igneous chasing her plot. Having a thing for powerful, seasoned stallions she didn't play hard to get for long.

Lightning Dust looked at herself in the mirror. Her taut, athletic body had softened since her failure at the academy. She had let herself go but she was starting to see some of her muscles overcoming the flab she developed during her funk. Dust reached up and lifted her c-cup tits, pushing her pierced nipples together. The spiked barbells scraped each other and her nipples hardened from the stimulation.

Lightning moaned and backed up until she fell onto her bed. One hand slid down her belly to her puffy cunt and anus and began stroking herself. She used her free hand to lift her tit up to her mouth where she suckled on it. She gently teased her soft nipples with her teeth in between licks and suckles. Dust spread her legs wide, her recently purchased stockings complimenting her minty coat nicely. Three fingers on her hand pushed into her twat to the knuckles, while her thumb flicked her swollen clit. Her open crotch panties very quickly became soaked with her mare honey. She let out a cute whiny as she arched her back and squirted onto the bed. Dust followed that with a delighted gasp as she relaxed and watched a second squirt.

Pegasi mares were notorious for being quick triggers when it came to orgasm. Not Lightning Dust, fastest and most fearless flyer of Equestria, she could tease herself for hours if she chose.

Lightning Dust heard several shuffling noises outside her window, scuttling and scraping the shutters. She smirked and let out a loud, sensual moan. Igneous was no doubt looking to relieve his marriage tensions, and she was ready for him. The thought of his massive stallioncock in her cunt sent shivers through Lightning Dust's body. She looked at herself in the mirror to see how lewd she appeared.

Reflected in the mirror were several worms that had slithered onto the head of her bed. The alien fiends lunged at her, landing on her excited body. One wrapped around the pegasus' neck, tightening as to throttle her. As Lightning Dust reached up to grab at it her arms were caught by another two worms. They held her arms above her head by the tension of their bodies alone.

Lightning Dust let out a desperate squawk as she began kicking against the bed. She thrashed her body to try to dislodge the disgusting assailants. As her throat constricted more her wings extended to their full spread. Lightning whimpered as her arousal got the best of her, she enjoyed breathplay. Her twat winked and squirted as a result of this arousal.

“What the hell are you creepy, bug things?!” Lightning Dust growled as two more began to push up against her soaked sex. She let out an aroused whiny as they began to penetrate.

There was frantic banging at the door!

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Another temporary worker of the Rock Farm was sitting at her vanity trying to restyle her hair after the days sweaty, dirty work. Today was not rock breaking as was the usual fare,no, the cum drooling from her swollen pussy attested to that. Today Suri had been working the shafts of both Igneous and his freak daughter. Her soiled panties and torn bra lay on the bed and she wore only her ripped stockings.

Suri Polomare had always been a pony eat pony kind of mare. That was how things worked in Manehatten, she wasn't going to apologize for it, nor would she lie down when somepony tried to gobble her up. She never should have taken on that backstabbing Coco.

A heady, spicy scent began to permeate the room. Suri’s naughty buys began to perk up as she inhaled.

Suri set down her brush and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared by her tears, deepthroating either of those cocks was strenuous work. Her hair was knotted by their hands and her flank had red slap marks all over her cutie mark. There were bite marks on her boobs and neck and her pussy was swollen. She looked like an utter whorse.

Suri was used to looking like this, almost every night she came back looking like this. She was well know in the brothels of Manehatten. She enjoyed it, being used, it was thrilling to her. The Pie's were only so rough with her because she begged them to be… but…

Suri began to cry. She missed Coco, that bitch who always had a bath and cocoa ready when she came home. The same Coco who bought Suri’s service on her own birthday so Suri could eat cake.

Suri’s emotional moment was interrupted quite abruptly as her chair tipped backwards suddenly, it's legs broken. The naked mare screamed as she tumbled of her chair in a roll and landed on her butt, which was still sore. Clearing her confused senses she saw the culprits, writhing red worm like critters. Revulsion and fear immediately gripped Suri’s heart and set it a pattering. As the worms writhed and crawled towards her she got to her hooves and bolted for the door.

More of the worms writhed on the floor and frame of the door. They had cut her off here, but Suri dodge towards her open window.

Suri began to clamber out through the window when several worms dropped from perches on the rafters. She shrieked and rolled over the window sill, landing with a plop. This dislodged a couple of the worms from her shoulders and mane, though they simply went for her used cunt.

“No, stop it! Somepony he-EEEAAAAAHHH!” Suri screamed as she was violated. She pulled the worm out with difficulty and regain her hooves again. Kicking and shaking she dislodged her assailants and sprinted for her neighbor's cabin. Suri banged on the door.

“Somepony… NYYYAAAAHHNN!” Came Lightning Dust’s desperate cry.

Suri tore open the door and was greeted by the sight of the smoking hot pegasus spread out on her bed. The worms were here too, but Suri had some respect for this mare, she couldn't leave her. Suri scrambled to the bed and straddled Lightning Dust’s quivering body.

“Hang on Dusty! I'll get these.. EEEEYYYAAAGGGHH!” Suri screamed as a worm that remained tangled in her mane began eating into her skull. She dropped down, pressing herself against the teal Pegasus. She grabbed her friend's hands and gazed desperately into her eyes.

Lightning watched in aroused horror as Suri began to spasm and then orgasm from the trauma of having her brains eaten. Suri’s expression went from fearful begging to slutty stupidity as she deathgasmed.

A worm was pressing against Lightning's head near the base of her ear. Her flicking the ear was no deterrent as the worm began to knaw through flesh and bone.

“NNNNYYYYAAAAHHHNN!” Lightning Dust moaned as the pain exploded into inexplicable bliss. The worm devouring her brain was painful and pleasurable at the same time. She thrust up against Suri’s gushing sex and orgasmed hard. Her deathgasm was the most incredible sensation she had ever felt. Her own face slipped into one of slutty stupidity to match her earth pony friend.

The two mares bounce and spasmed together on the bed as they gushed mare honey all over their twats and thighs. Their hands remained clenched together in one final touching display of friendship as they shivered with their final spasms. More worms slithered into their twitching holes to take control of their hosts.

As the final death rattles escaped Lightning's and Suri’s throats, their bodies twitched and contorted unnaturally as the worms exploited their new hosts. The two humiliated mares rolled off the bed and staggered to the center of the room. There they dropped to their chests and knees, shivering, moist plots pointed at the open door.

Crawling through the door at that moment were a pair of breeders. Awaiting them were the swollen ponuts of two humiliated, dead mares. A smaller nest than the first but all were needed to further a successful colony.

And these mares would not be the last.