Unexpected Arrival: A Dash of Change

You removed everything from position, and moved her back into her previous position while she was unconscious. The stallion simply watched the entire time, the pain filling his eyes with tears. He didn't have the power to yell for you to stop, so he didn't even try. You had plans to move them both into an odd position.

You told the stallion to obey every command you gave him, as you undid his front hooves, he willingly turned the top part of his body around on the table. You locked down his front hooves the way you had with the mare, and you put the stallion in the same position she was in. You slipped on the same contraption she had on, onto him this time as well, forcing his neck backwards so his tail and head wouldn't interrupt with anything.

You set up the mare so that she was facing downwards, and you had the stallion below her. You woke her up by slapping your hoof against her face, and she awoke in shock, gasping at what you did. She saw the position you set them in, and you pointed to her stallion below her, in the same outfit and position she was in just earlier.

You pointed again, smiling wickedly at the awkward thing you had created for this situation. It strapped around her waist, and made it look like she had a stallion-hood of her own. You noticed that the stallion had realized what was about to happen to him, and he begged you to stop. You didn't listen as you pushed the mare upwards, loosening her back hooves and strapping on the tool to her waist.

She was positioned just above him, and they both knew now what you wanted her to do to him. You slowly lowered the table she was on, sliding the dildo-like stallion-hood shaped object into the stallions anus. His eyes bulged, and his body shook at the feeling. You then got the table in position, stepped back, and told her to start moving. Fearing what you would do, she obeyed slowly.

The stallion was now the one to receive, while his mare with the awkward tool on her waist had been forcing herself into him, the way he forced himself into her. Watching this unfold, you noticed she had been enjoying being the one on top, being the one delivering instead of receiving, and she smiled while violently pushing and pulling in and out of him, his breathing quickening. The sensation of a sick pleasure running down his body while he was forced to endure this.

They stayed like that for a few minutes as you just watched. You could see he was slowly beginning to want this more and more, as you forced him to endure what he would normally do. You had gotten bored of this, and moved the mare to the side, undoing the strap around her, and turning it the other way, forcing it into her anus instead, and latching it onto her backwards, leaving the plastic stallion-hood still inside of her twitching bowels.

You move to the stallion, watching you fearfully as you plant your front hooves on the top of his rump, looking down at his face as he looked up at you. You had thought twice about this, and you were slightly sickened about the thought of it at first. But you pushed violently into the other stallions anus, reaching deep into his bowel system. He screamed a little, and moaned when you stopped, and moaned again when you started pulling out.

You were thrusting in and out of another stallion. The thought disturbed you, but you quite enjoyed the tightness of his anus. It was tighter than the mare's. You had quickly reached another pinnacle of pleasure shooting through you, as you sprayed your liquids into his anus. You pulled out, and made sure to quickly turn him your way, and jam your spurting length into his mouth, the last few small spurts of semen landing in his mouth. You were both disgusted, especially the stallion receiving, as you kept it in there for long enough for him to manage to swallow.

You pulled out, noticing the sickened look on the stallions face. You slightly felt the same way, as you quickly walked over to the table, and picked up a small knife, expertly throwing it towards the stallion, impaling his side with the knife on impact. You grabbed the blade with your mouth, and yanked it away from his skin, slightly cutting the wound wider. The hole you created in his side sent a sharp pain through his mind, and he screamed slightly as you pulled the blade out of his skin.

You decide to quickly cut his side again, causing a massive torrent of pain to surge throughout his entire body. His eyes slam closed, his head jerks up as much as it can with the restriction on his neck. You then decide to look at the mare beside you, and you throw the blade into her stomach. The pain of the sudden stab made her squeal in pain, her eyes bulging when the thrust of her movement made the object inside of her move around.

You turn your head to the entrance of the basement after you hear the creak of the trapdoor opening. You had forgotten to lock it, as the curiosity of a rainbow maned, cyan mare had gotten the best of her when flying past the back of the house. She thought she heard screams, so she figured it couldn't hurt much to investigate. As you hid the victims in the darkness, you ordered them to be quiet while you silently waited next to the stairs.

She asked if anyone was down there, and you remained silent. However, the victims of your torture hadn't. You turn your head to them, rage burning in your eyes, and you would have ran to them if it wasn't for the rush of a certain cyan Pegasus bolting down the stairs. She quickly headed to them, not giving a second thought about anything else as she rushed past you, hidden in the shadows. You make your way over to her quickly, with the wide and flat tool attached to your hoof. You slam it on her rump first, enticing a scream of shock and pain from her.

She turns just in time to dodge the blow to her head, making sure to kick you in the chest with her back hoof after she saw you. You get the breath knocked out of you as you stumble backwards, eyes closed. You open them in time to have her hoof connect with your face, nearly knocking you to the ground. You stumble backwards, and with a spin, you swing your tool-attached hoof in her direction, hitting the side of her head with great force. She releases a slight grunt as she was automatically knocked unconscious, slamming into the ground soon after.

You look at the defeated mare, and decide to move the tools from one table, and pile them all onto the same table, some falling to the floor. You use the now cleared table to latch her hooves down, immobilizing any movement when she woke up. Not wanting her to relax for long, you smack her flank hard with the flat tool, causing her to jump and scream in fear and pain. She tried to launch towards you, but she instead only jerked on the restraints, causing her head to fly backwards and slam onto the table she was attached to. She was defeated and immobilized now, her wings stretched out by two separate heavy objects, forcing them into position and immobilizing them as well.

She was fully revealed to you, as she had not cared to move her tail up to cover herself, and you surprisingly started stiffening again as you thought what you could to with her. You decided that her punishment would be the only punishment going on for a while. You both heard screams coming from the darkness of the room, and Dash was quick to try to respond. You simply heard them talking, but you didn't care about the words.

You walked back to the entrance of the basement and closed the trapdoor, making sure to lock it this time. You gave a few solid pushes and tugs on the trapdoor, making sure it was locked. You then began to walk back to your victims so far, and show them to the new mare.

You dragged the mare into the lightened part of the room, her entire body showing to Dash as she looked in fear and shock. You decided it would be good to first take off the attire from the stallion, and then show him to dash after switching him back around to the normal position. The device now releasing his neck, he was able to relax back onto the table. Dash could only listen to what you were doing, as it was too dark for her to see that part of the room.

As you finished taking it off of him, you throw it in the corner of the room, not allowing Dash to see what it was. She had managed to come in at such a bad time, with you experimenting with another stallion. You unlocked one of his front hooves, and he tried to free his other hoof on his own. He failed, not knowing how to do it, and not being able to use both of his hooves. He fell flat again, allowing you full access to his body as you tied him back down in the normal position. You pushed his table into view now as well, and Dash could only imagine what he had gone through.

The bruises and cuts all along his body were in plain sight. The massive one disabling one of his front hooves because of the massive cut throughout the bone. The mere sight of it drew a gag out of Dash, as she was forced to witness you punching the wound on his leg, making him jump and yelp in pain, his eyes shooting open and his pupils shrinking. You were happy with what you had done to him now, and he could die any second. You've caused him enough pain and suffering, but however long he wanted to last was perfectly fine with you.

You slowly walked to the table of tools, pulling out the one from the pile that you wanted to use on Dash. You happily trotted to her, and noticed she was looking at you in fear, trying to move her wings and legs. Trying to squirm away from the tool you held in your mouth, along with the tool attached to your hoof still. You slap the side of her chest with the one attached to your hoof, causing her lungs to empty forcefully, as you used her open mouth to your advantage, lodging the tool into the back of her throat. She gagged when you did it, and tried to breathe through her mouth so she could regain her bearings faster. The air in her system had been forced out, and you blocked the passage way with your tool.

She was unable to breathe for a moment, looking around chest rising and falling spontaneously, trying to suck in as much air as possible. You simply stand there, and after a moment of doing nothing, you slap the other side of her flank with the tool hard, automatically bruising her flank. Her eyes bulged in pain, as her heart was beating faster than ever, unable to breathe. She stayed like that for only a moment longer, as her eyes started to fall flat.

You quickly and forcefully pulled the tool out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp in a breath of air. She was breathing extremely quickly, blood rushing to her head, trying to regain focus, but everything was blurred and muffled to her. She couldn't hear what you said to her, as you stepped away, putting the tool you used away. You walked back to the helpless cyan mare, her breathing quick and her flank bruising. You focused on her mare-hood as you began to get stiff again, despite all that you've done today. You surprised yourself with your stamina.

You hopped back onto the table, looming over her, her eyes trying to find exactly where you were as her vision was still blurred from the act you pulled earlier. She tried to say something, but the words were lost on her tongue, as she only managed to create a whimper. Her eyes were visibly fuzzy as you brought your hoof down on the side of her face, striking her and making her head bolt to the side. She screamed in agony as you repeated the process on the other side, after her face bounced back up from the table.

Blood made it's way out of her mouth, and she simply laid there, her head hanging to the side as you watched her bleed. Her eyes were closed in pain and defeat, but they soon shot open as she felt your member rubbing her sweetly wet mare-hood. She demanded that you stopped, so you instead went against what she demanded, and forced yourself into her twitching, wet and tight mare-hood, spreading her lips with your tip. Her head flew backwards, her eyes closed once more as you agonizingly slowly pushed yourself into her body.

She moaned in pleasure at first, and tried to squirm away from the sensation filling her. She was unable to as you felt something slightly blocking the way inside of her, but that quickly broke away, as her eyes shot open in pain. You pulled back out of her, and noticed the blood slowly making it's way out of her already moist lips.

She gasped repeatedly in pain as she felt the blood slowly slipping out of her. She begged you to stop what you were doing. She begged you to stop the pain. It felt so good to hear Rainbow Dash begging for release. Making sure she got what she begged for, you hopped off of the table, and tried something different to occupy her. You moved to the mare across the room, and slid her table over. You proceeded to attach it to a mechanism on the ceiling, her head up. You slid her across the ceiling, positioned her above the cyan mare, and removed the plastic object from her anus.

Dash looked in shock, as she was unable to do anything, still breathing heavily and returning from her near death experience. You tossed the object to the side, discarding it from any more use. The mare above seemed to disagree with your actions. She still wanted more of her 'punishment'. Punishment would follow her disagreement. You used the tool on your hoof to slap her stomach, causing her to spasm and yell in pain.

You lowered the table she was on so that she was only inches from the fearful cyan mare's face laying helplessly on the table. You lower the mare above her so that their faces were maybe an inch apart. You told the mare on top to start the action, and she happily and silently complied, kissing the mare below her.

The mare on top seemed to enjoy what she had to do, but the cyan mare below her decided differently. She tried to jerk her head away when she received the first kiss. She was so helpless to what was going on, you laughed at her attempt at freedom from the gift given to her. You used a curved tool, fit for holding around the head, and attached it to the rainbow maned mare, trying to escape the lingering lips on hers. Her head was now locked in place, and you used your hoof to nudge between her teeth and lips that were trying to clench together.

You open her mouth so the mare above her can reach the other tongue with her own. At that point, Dash seemed to accept what she was put through, accepting and returning the kiss. You watched in enjoyment and looked towards the stallion that had been ignored this entire time across the room. You walk to him, grab the string that was looped around the insides of his thickness that was once again stiff after seeing what you had done. You yanked slightly on the string, causing the feeling of pain to return.

"GYAAH!" He quickly yelled in pain as you tugged hard, slicing three cuts on the inside of his stallion-hood, and soon after, you pulled up your hoof. You lightly tapped one of the fairly large round objects hanging from his body, and his eyes shot open in fear. Upon looking down, you slowly applied pressure to the ball with the flat tool, grinning wickedly. He screamed for you to stop, his breath quickening. Your push on his testicle was slowly increasing in strength, and he tried to squirm away from the feeling. Knowing that wouldn't work, he started to feel pain beyond all belief as you slammed down suddenly, crushing the testicle. He yelled in pain at a hilariously high pitch, and you fell back laughing.

He disagreed with you, as he was squirming in pain, trying to cover his broken and flattened testicle with his back legs. His breathing was quick and he was moaning in pain after every gasp for air. You got up and softly tapped the broken, bruised and busted testicle with your hoof, sending another shock of pain through his mind. The blood from his bleeding member had managed to slide all the way down by now. His face was distorted in pain, cringing at the feeling of what you had just done. His teeth were clamped together to try to rid his mind of as much pain as possible, looking at you with shrunken pupils, shaking in pain and fear.

Wanting him to suffer greater from the pain, you push your hoof harder onto his broken and busted testicle, forcing a scream of pain out of him again. His stomach had pressed down on itself, tightening and tensing his entire body from the pain. You turned away, unhappy with his pain and walked to the table of tools. You undid the flat tool from your hoof to replace it with a small blade. You turn back to him, and noticed that he was now intently focusing on what you put on your hoof this time. He kept his stare in contact with you, trying but failing to hold back tears.

You bring the blade to his protective bubble around his testicles, and place the tip of the blade next to the orb you had crushed. He begged you to stop, and he knew what would happen afterwards, as only a few words escaped. He held back his words, and you looked back to the two mares that were now completely focused on the stallion and you. You grinned wickedly and told them to watch what you were going to do.

They complied, simply nodding in agreement. You turned to the stallion, a wicked smile on your face as you slowly dragged the blade closer to his scrotum. The outer skin cut easily, as you slowly sawed his broken testicle into view. You had held it still with one hoof, and moved the blade before it hit the line of his testicle, and cut a slit below the broken object. It's pieces fell out, drawing blood and other strange liquids following it. You continued the cut, severing the line connecting the testicle to the body and cut a curved line. The slab of skin fell to the floor, blood and other strange liquids following it as well. The pain had been unimaginable for the stallion, as he screamed the entire time, blood rushing to his tensed face. Blood was quickly racing throughout his entire body quickly as his breathing was quick.

You picked up the slab of flesh, leaned him closer, and shoved it into his mouth. You forced his lips closed with another tool you had next to you, forcing him to chew and swallow a part of his own scrotum, patches of raw testicle still sticking to it. You let his lips part in time for him to vomit on the floor beside you. You had dodged his aim on you, and he was disappointed with it. He finished, liquids dripping from his mouth.

You turn to see the sickened look on the mares faces as they were subject to witnessing such an act. You turned back, disappointed at the stallion for not being able to keep himself together. You then suppose a nice quick jab with your hoof onto his stomach will suffice. You prop yourself onto the table, readying yourself for the act, when the stallion spits on your face. You stayed there, silent and motionless for a moment.

'Did he really just do that?' You ask yourself. "You were going to get less of a punishment for just vomiting, but now that you spit on my face..." You told him. You hop off the table, and grab the familiar wide, flat tool that you've used so much before. You move back to him, go to his side, and bring the tool swiftly to his stomach, making a loud smacking sound. He shouts in pain, as you slowly move back. "One." You count, looking at the stallions face.

You slap the tool against his stomach again, more force than last time, forcing a quick yelp, yet also causing him to cough up blood. "Two." You count again. You smile wickedly and suggest something. "How about we go for a third one for fun?" Without waiting for a response, you slam down the tool again, and it landed higher than usual. It slapped against his skin, but also broke his lower rib bones. He screamed in a new kind of agony, an agony on the inside rather than outside. You smile at his helplessness, and you realize that with the last hit, he had just passed out.

You figure it was time enough that he passed out, and he deserved sleeping for a while because of all he's been through. Besides, you have more work to do. You turned to the two mares that were watching you fearfully. The one on top was smiling at you though, awaiting her 'punishment'.

You separated the two of them and set the mare wanting more to the side, while focusing on the rainbow maned one. She looks at you fearfully as well as she can, her head still locked in place. You decide it would help to leave it there for a while, and to also leave her laying on her back. You softly use the wide and flat tool you knew so well, and set it flat on the mares stomach. She flinches and tries to see what your trying to do as she feels the cold steel of the tool. Her stomach converges, flexing her muscles and trying to break away from the ice-cold steel touching her skin.

You raise your hoof, and she braces for impact. You see what she did, so you decide to wait, and do something you haven't done yet. When she opens her eyes and relaxes a little after you use one hoof to stroke her mane, you slam down your other hoof sideways. Instead of it hitting wide and flat, it was just one small sliver hitting her stomach. She coughed up more blood after screaming in agony, everything locked in place by restraints. After she was done coughing, she looks at you and begs for release. You set her upwards, causing the sudden movement to make her stress her entire body and shut her eyes forcefully. Once she's in position, you begin.

You looked up at her face, blood still slowly sliding down her chin, her hair is like string, and her neck is tensed. You softly ask her if she's ready for her next punishment. "What?" She replied. You looked at her when she said that, and her eyes were staring directly at you, blood causing a streak down her chin and neck more when she spat out the word. She stared at you with a cold look in her soft, watery eyes. Her hair was still in a mess. It wasn't jumbled into a massive mop, but it rather flowed everywhere on the table, making such a nice rainbow, despite the situation. The colors in them had darkened, so instead of them being bright, vibrant colors, they were a many shades of grey.

The colors in her eyes fading into one another. She looks as if she was dying for sweet release, yet she wouldn't go out without killing you first. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't do anything to kill you, because she is tied down and restricted of all movement. You smile, walk over to the table, and grab a small blade. It's sharpness provided much use, as her skin was easy to slip apart, as you felt nearly no resistance. She yelped in agony as you were cutting her leg. Blood was slowly oozing from the wound as much as it could.

The leg being in the air for a few minutes now, had lost most of it's functions, so she could only twitch as you cut. As the blood tried to forcefully return, you lock your lips with the screaming mare. Her scream softens as your lips reach around hers softly, your tongue mixing in her mouth. She returns the kiss, surprisingly, and begins contact willingly with her tongue on yours. You started to grow stiff again, as you remembered what you had done before all of this.

You would never forget that amazing, beautiful mare that helped you when no one else did. You would rid the world of everyone that hurt either of you, so you would both live peacefully. You snapped your attention back to the mare you were currently kissing, and you broke away. Her breathing quickened because of the wound, but partly because of the kiss. You set her so she was facing the ceiling, and you hopped on top of the table. As you were beginning the round with the rainbow maned mare, the mare behind you was shouting for you to do something with her.

You ignored her. She's had her fun, she can relax now. Besides, allowing her what she wanted now would be more of a gift, rather than a punishment. You quickly start rubbing your length across the lips of the mare-hood of the mare you were standing over. Her eyes were attached to yours, staring into them with proper color returning. She felt the rubbing sensation, and slightly closed her eyes.

Now she wanted you inside of her. She wanted this, now that she's accepted that she is going to spend her final hours here. You push inside of her, and her eyes slam closed because of the pain, but she starts moaning in pleasure. You kept sliding inside of her further and further, inch by inch, painfully slowly for her.

You didn't stop until near the end, where you waited a moment, then slammed down, forcing the rest of your length inside. She yelped uncontrollably in pain as you made the final push. After taking so long with the insertion, you look back at the mare trying to do something to occupy her.

You turn your head to the other side and see the dark and disgusting image of the stallion. Cut, broken and defeated, laying helplessly on a table, his innards still slowly spilling out of him. The cut on his leg had worsened since you last payed any attention to it. It was horribly swollen beyond any repair, and would more than likely have to be cut off if he escaped. But you all knew that escape was impossible.

You turn back to the helpless mare below you, your entire length still inside her, and you begin to pull out. Her face was distorting in pleasure, and you couldn't help but lean in and kiss her again. The sweet, soft lips reminded you of Fluttershy again, as you tried to rid the world of everyone that hurt either of you. Starting with them.

Your tip is the only thing remaining, and you thrust yourself forward swiftly, with no warning. She yelps in pleasure, the muscles on her hips tensing, thrusting her hips slightly up and arching her back. The sudden wave of emotions flooding her brain had caused her body to go into overdrive. She was struggling to move, her entire body trying to twitch away, her eyes flying in every direction swiftly.

Her head was locked in position so she was locked looking you in the face. You were still thrusting in and out of her mare-hood, and she had noticed that she lost control. The force of her orgasm made all of her muscles stress, including the insides of her that were now trying to suffocate your member. Her sweet liquids sprayed all over your hips, splashing against the table shortly after.

You had reached the pinnacle of pleasure you knew so well, and decided to slow down, delaying it. The pleasure died down in your system slowly, as you tried to hold back your release. Your plan hadn't worked as well as you wanted, as your hips were uncontrollably shifting back and forth. You decided that you had been experiencing enough, so you thrust your hips forward and backward again. You released inside of her, spraying more than ever inside of her womb, and all over her insides as she was screaming in pleasure.

You were so lost in the amazing, pure pleasure that you had never reached before that you tumbled onto the mare. The feeling nearly overwhelmed your senses, as you couldn't control where you landed. The mare below you coughed and wheezed as your entire body landed on hers.

You laid there motionless for a few moments before finding your bearings again, and popping yourself out of her, enticing a gasp. The monster you pulled out was quickly followed by a surge of other liquids. You slowly and clumsily walked over to the table of tools again, and found the blade you were looking for. You walked back to the cyan mare, still breathing heavily, trying to regain control after her burst of fun.

You touch the blade to the base of her hoof, making her leg twitch. You undid the bind forcing her head in position, and you told her to look at you. She obeyed, only because she was curious to what you were going to do to her next. She saw the blade touching her skin, and her eyes widened in horror.

"Sor-"

"DON'T USE THAT NAME!" You interrupted, shouting at her and pushing the blade into her leg quickly. The blade was longer than the normal one, so it cut into the bone with the force. She screamed in pain, bolting her head away, trying to move her leg. "You will address me as Thus." You demanded. She quickly complied, not wanting any more pain to surge through her.

"Thus, you can't do this! WHY are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me..." She broke off in the end as she started to cry, her eyes closed, trying to block out the tears. Failing to hold back the tears because of confusion and pain, feelings mixing in her brain still. You pulled the blade out of her leg swiftly and painfully, and only then you started to answer her questions.

"I CAN do this. Matter of fact I'm doing it RIGHT NOW!" You said, slamming down your hoof on her stomach. Her eyes shot open in shock and pain when your hoof came in contact with her skin. "And I'm doing this to teach you NOT to abandon me in a moment of need!" You shouted, slamming your hoof into the side of her ribcage. She couldn't stand the pain anymore, as she coughed up blood, and blacked out.

You go down and bite on her flank where her cutie mark is, causing her to twitch in pain, but not wake up. You figure that's enough for her for now, and you would get back to her when she woke up. You turned, blade in mouth, to the mare that was behind you, watching everything you did intently. "How about you next?"

She was unsure, watching you walk over with a wicked grin on your face with the blade in your mouth, your eyes nearly glowing in excitement and malice. She nodded after a moment of thought, not wanting to disobey you in fear that you might do worse things to her.