The Muffin Man

Wings

     Damn she was fast. The second she saw the loppers she dodged under me and flew up to the ceiling, hovering by the ventilation duct. That’s when she saw it: her way out. With a mighty, adrenaline-fueled buck she kicked the grating off and clamored up into the ventilation system. I could hear her moving through the ceiling. If she found the main shaft she could escape. I couldn’t risk that. I pulled out my pistol and began firing at the source of the noise. Suddenly the sounds of movement stopped and I heard a groan of pain. I kept my HK aimed and ready until I was sure she wasn’t going anywhere

     “First my sledge-axe and now a ladder? What are you doing, construction?” the janitor was puzzled.

     “I just need it for a minute.”

     “Hey, as long as I don’t know what you’re doing, you can borrow anything you want…”

     I took the ladder back to the lab and used it to climb up into the ducts. I crawled on my stomach about ten feet and then turned a corner. There she was. My bullet had caught her in the flank, nothing vital was hit, but she seemed to have just fallen and given up, lying on the cold sheet metal and breathing heavily. Her eyes were shut tight and she kept wincing in pain. She didn’t struggle when I grabbed her and dragged her back down into the lab and laid her on one of the tables.

     “Wha…Wha…WAIT! What are you going to do with those?” Derpy eyed the loppers fearfully.

     “Just trust me, this won’t hurt a bit.”

     “O…Okay…”

     I positioned the powerful shears at the base of her left wing. She was trembling now, but for some reason she really trusted me. I closed the shears as hard as I could and heard two very loud noises. The first was a sickening snap as the bone broke and the wing was severed. The second was a shriek of pain. Derpy bucked, sending me stumbling backwards, and then ran, her remaining wing buzzing furiously. She tried to climb up the ladder, but I caught her by the tail and threw her to the floor. Before she could right herself I brought my boot down on her back, knocking the wind out of her. I flipped the incapacitated pony over onto her stomach and began punching her in the face.

     “YOU. ARE. A. BAD. BAD. PONY!” each word was accompanied by a fist to the nose. When I was done there was a steady trickle of blood from one nostril and her right eye was swollen shut. I had dropped the shears but if I went to get them she might run. I pulled out my pocket knife and snapped it open.

     “NO NO NO NO NO!” she sobbed, “please not my wings! Not my pretty wings! What did I do Muffin Man? What did I…NOOOO!” I brought the blade down once, twice, three times, a fourth time…it was dull and the wing wasn’t coming off easily. Derpy’s hollering was giving me a headache so I put the knife to her good eye.

     “Scream again and I’ll pop your eye out!” Her wing buzzed and the stump where the other had been wiggled, but she kept quiet. I continued cutting while Derpy cried softly, doing her best to stifle her shrieks as I hacked blow by blow through her wing bone. When I was about half way through I stood up and stomped on the feathery appendage, shattering the already weakened limb. It hung on now only by a bit of skin, which I easily severed with my knife. Derpy was unconscious, her breathing shallow. I had to stop the bleeding soon or she would die, and I couldn’t have that.

     Derpy’s one good eye slowly opened. “What happened?” she slurred, “my wings hur…” I clamped my hand over her mouth before she could scream at the sight of the two cauterized stumps that used to be her “pretty wings”. She looked at me, her expression both sad and horrified, as if to ask “why?”

     “Well I couldn’t have my new test subject fly off on me!” I laughed, answering the unspoken question. “You belong to me now. I can do whatever I want to you.” She was trembling so hard it was shaking the table I had put her on. All the blood and fighting and screaming had left me substantially aroused. I decided to reinforce my dominance. I strapped Derpy’s forehooves down to the table and grabbed her back legs, spreading them. “Now it’s time for me to have some of your muffin,” I grinned.

     She was so tight I really had to force my way in. It was so snug it was almost painful, but after a few thrusts something gave a bit and blood began trickling out of her velvety-soft gash. It just made everything wetter. It felt amazing. Surprisingly she didn’t struggle, only wept and mumbled something about hurting her special place. I’ll admit I didn’t last very long, there was just so much stimulation. Just before I climaxed I pulled out, grabbed one of Derpy’s ears, and twisted. When she opened her mouth to scream I jammed my dick down her throat and came hard. She coughed and sputtered as some of my seed shot into her lungs. She was about to spit. The nerve! I backhanded her across the face. “YOU SWALLOW! YOU HEAR ME?” I bellowed at her. She shrunk back and obeyed.

     Now for the back door, I thought.