Why You Don't Trust Psychologically Damaged Ponies
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Why You Don't Trust Psychologically Damaged Ponies
Regmore and Feather Brains had known each other for years now; having been in magic school together. The two always had a thing for each other, but neither dared admit it. That is, until one fateful dinner organized by Regmore. Feather—not knowing what it was about—accepted the invitation.
Once Feather arrived, Regmore quickly looked for anyone who might have been following him, then slammed the door. Turning to Feather, he said, “Gotta make sure there's no one going to interrupt us.”
Puzzled, Feather just went with what Regi was saying. “So, why exactly did you invite me here?”
“Just to discuss a few things,” Regmore said as he cooked all the vegetables involved in the meal for him and his company.
“Oh. Okay.” Feather took his spot at the table, on the left side. It had a comfy cushion on it and was made of wood. The table had a plaid tablecloth on.
Regmore added some final ingredients and put the dish on the table; celery, carrots, bread and butter, and apple pie. He trotted over to the cabinets and sprinkled some seasoning that Feather had never seen before on his plate.
“What's that?” Feather asked as his dish was set in front of him. Regmore simply smiled and said, “You'll know soon enough.” Whatever it was, Regmore didn't have it on his plate. “Okay, then,” Feather said hesitantly as he took his first bite of the slice of apple pie he was given. It immediately set his taste buds aflame. “Mmm! This is good!”
“Thanks,” said Regmore as he started to eat his slice. He had a slight smile on his face, wondering what to do next. “Hmm…. Just have to wait for the seasoning to do its work, then I'll have my way with him.
Finally, Feather broke the silence. “So, what'd you want to talk about?” He asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. Feather noticed the smile adorning Regmore's face.
“Oh, nothing really,” he replied. “Just how much you're going to regret ever coming here.” And with that, Feather felt like he was falling into a deep sleep. He tried to keep his eyes open, but his body refused. The last thing he saw was Regmore trotting over to the other room.
“Wake up.” Feather felt something hit his face. He awoke to the sight of Regmore on top of him, grinning. He tried to move, but couldn't; he was paralyzed. It was that seasoning he ate. It wasn't seasoning; it was poison. Feather felt immense pain in his stomach; like little needles poking his insides. He then vomited all over the apparent bed he was on. It got all over his fur, matting it down.
Feather started to remember this same situation very vividly; as a foal and young colt, his mother and father would sedate him and do all sorts of things to him. Sucks to be him! His parents had an absolute blast with him; making incisions all over and sewing pieces of skin to areas they didn't belong. But it was all in good fun, in fact, Feather was even so psychologically damaged, that he admitted that it was all just in good-spirited fun! Feather would go around telling it like a joke, which it was. Child abuse? Nah, more like a game of 'Hide from your parents because if they find you, they're gonna fuck you up’. I mean, he deserved it; children are evil little creatures!
Feather then regained his surroundings.
Regmore got up and walked over to a tray of what looked like what would be used at a butcher shop. He picked up a long and sharp knife, brandishing it. Walking to Feather, he began humming. That was when he realized that Regmore had a hard-on. His cock was sticking fully out of its sheathe, begging for attention.
Feather’s eyes widened; he was getting aroused by the situation! He tried as hard as he could to move, but to no avail. Slowly, Regmore made his way up to Feather. He stood over him and positioned his cock in front of Feather's mouth. Suddenly, he thrusted in to Feather's mouth, feeling stimulated by his warm and wet throat. He went back and forth until he could see Feather practically choking. He didn't stop; that would be too nice. Instead, he started thrusting farther and deeper each time.
“You like that, huh?” Regmore said as he noticed Feather's growing erection. Well, we can't have that, now can we? Regmore stopped and pulled out of his mouth, using his horn to pick up another nearby knife, this one less long and more focused on razor-sharp edges. He then brung the knife near Feather's dick, making a slow incision near the base. Noticing that it wouldn't cut through more of the tissue, he dropped that knife and picked up a bonesaw. “This 'ought to do the job.” He then started slicing furiously at the base of Feather's cock; layers of tissue were cut in one slice. “You won't be needing this. Your parents explained how people like you are pieces of shit; pretending like being psychologically damaged is real!”
He kept going until there was just a tiny thread of tissue holding his cock to his crotch. Blood was everywhere; the bed had been stained red, along with the fur on both the stallions’ bodies. “Awww, it'd be a shame if I just cut it now and let the pain subside for a little bit. I think I'll just do the important part first.” He brought the bonesaw to Feather's nutsack, lifting it with his magic. Slowly, he cut through the soft tissue of it and laughed all the way through. At this point, there was no saving his genitals; they were gone. Regmore continued to completely sever his cock off, leaving nothing but a hole.
Regmore made the final cut to Feather's nutsack as his victim regained his ability to speak. “FUCK! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? PLEASE STOP. PLEASE.” Tears streamed down his face as all the pain hit him at once. He could feel every little incision and tear in his genitalia. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt. Regmore, not wanting Feather to speak, put a ball gag in his mouth. “Shhhhh. It'll all be okay.” He said as he lifted the severed organ and put it in another tray.
“Can't believe that you actually think that I was your friend. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't notice that I hated you sooner or later. Yes, that's why I'm doing this; I hate you. Always have. And it's justified, too, because I'm your superior in every way. You're just a worthless pony with 'dreams and aspirations’. Pff, like those would have ever come true. They're just there to make you feel like you have meaning, when you don't. Anyways, let's get back to playing, shall we?”
Regmore lifted his cock and pointed in the direction of the hole left by Feather's severed penis. He then thrust into it, poking all the muscle and tissue inside. “Oh, that's right, there's still muscle left.” He took a large electrical saw and cut through the muscle, making blood spurt into his eyes. “Gah!” Regmore took a towel off the rack of the nearby bathroom and wiped himself off. He trotted over to his tray of tools and picked up a mask with a plastic screen in it. “You'll pay for that. Worthless piece of shit.”
As he made his way back over to Feather, he cast an anticoagulant spell on him, making sure he didn't bleed out. He then proceeded to fuck the now 10-inch deep hole left by Feather's severed cock. “Ooh, yeah. That feels nice. I could use more of this in my life.” He continued thrusting until he finally came. “Fuck yes!” Regmore shouted as he orgasmed. The cum didn't mix well with all the other bodily fluids, causing a reaction in Feather's bloodstream. He coughed up blood; it leaked everywhere from his open jaw. “This is just like when I raped that one mare who also thought I'd give her sympathy for being 'psychologically damaged’. What a bitch! Fluttershy, was her name, I think?” Feather simply laid there, an expression of contempt adorning his face. Regmore saw this, and in response, thought of a good punishment for this.
Maybe I'll just cut off his snout and tongue? Regmore then picked up the bonesaw from when he castrated Feather. He set it at the base of Feather's snout, and slowly began to cut through. As he got deeper, he began to cut faster. Feather tried to scream but couldn't; Regmore had stuffed his hoof in Feather's mouth. Once Regmore had gotten his upper jaw off, he held it up and said, “I got your nose!”
Regmore then held Feather's tongue with his magic, and started cutting through it. It was easy to cut through compared to his snout. Once it was gone, Feather tried to mumble something, for it only to come out as a loud grunt. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Deciding he'd had enough of that, he moved on to the climax of the story.
Now, for the finale!” Regmore picked up the long and sharp knife from earlier. He put it up to Feather's asshole, giving one second of suspense before finally thrusting it in with his hoof. He continued to do so, ripping apart the walls of Feather's anal cavity. Feather could feel everything; the blood trying to seep out of his wounds, the tearing of his flesh from the inside, his organs being sliced as well. All the while he laid there, unable to move. Regmore took his hoof out of Feather's insides and started cutting through the flesh on his stomach. He relentlessly cut through more and more layers of tissue until his organs were exposed.
Regmore lifted the knife up, then slammed it into Feather's stomach. Acid from it started pouring out, burning his insides to nothing. Feather had a look of extreme pain on his face. “What’s wrong? Does baby have a stomach ache?” Regmore began to slice at his small intestine poking it in, then continuing to twist and turn it in all directions. All the while he laughed maniacally. He started cutting up the large intestine; Feather felt his organs being sliced to pieces. His vision was fading. “Not so fast!” Regmore said as he cast another spell that constantly made sure Feather's heart didn't stop via a magical tube to his heart. He then began to slice at Feather's liver and pancreas, leaving nothing but shreds. Feather just wanted the pain to end already. He had felt almost all his insides being ripped to shreds.
“Okay, I'm getting bored now,” said Regmore, slowing down his cutting. He then moved the knife right above Feather's heart and plunged into it with a satisfying sound of flesh being cut. Finally, Feather felt his vision blacken, and then, nothing. He saw nor felt nothing. Just empty darkness. He could not think, he could not move, he could not speak. He was dead. As dead as it gets.
Regmore cleaned himself up in the shower then walked outside and saw a sign labeled ‘ADOPT AN ORPHAN FILLY TODAY’. He snickered, then followed the directions to the adoption center. Once he arrived, he mumbled to himself; “Damn foals. Always getting themselves into a mess. I'll set them straight, for sure.” And with that, he opened the door to the main entrance.