Crimson's Cutie Mark

Chapters

1. School (Intro)
2. Home
3. Party
4. Friends
5. Method
7. Betrayal (Epilogue)
6. Power

1. School (Intro)

Crimson sat on the bench in front of Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, rose eyes staring at the pavement in front of her. Her off-white coat stood out against the dark bench, though not as much as her bright pink mane and tail. Crimson’s mother, White Heart, had gone overboard on the hair ties, her mane sporting both a ponytail in back and pigtails to either side.

Her father, Gorat Lockheart, added another tie to hold her tail upward. Most ponies wouldn’t sport such a look until they were old enough that flaunting their under-tail goods was acceptable. He liked his blank-flank flaunting it, but if anypony asked, it was Crimson’s idea.

For now, what he’d do next filled her mind. Her backpack sat beside her, open with the crumpled paper that contained her test results at the top. Gorat wouldn’t like those results.

“Well, aren’t you a cute one,” a kind voice spoke. “What’s wrong, little filly?”

Crimson looked up to see a stallion unicorn with a boring brown coat and a blond mane. He sported a bowtie and had a saddlebag full of books and loose paper. Crimson assumed he was a professor.

“I failed,” Crimson monotoned. “I failed so hard that I got out early, so I’m waiting for my parents.”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” the stallion said. “Don’t let it get to you. Advanced magic isn’t for everypony and isn’t as glamorous a subject as many think. You’ll find something you love even more.”

“My parents were sure I’d make it,” Crimson said.

“Hm,” the stallion pondered. “What do your parents do, if I might ask?”

“Dad is a prostitute at The Fetish House brothel,” said Crimson. “Mom is a romance author.”

“Both fine lines of work, but I wouldn’t expect them to birth a mage,” Hayscartes said. “Any wizards in your family?”

Crimson shook her head.

“Mind if I see your test results?” asked Hayscartes.

Crimson pulled the results out of her backpack with her telekinesis. Telekinesis was all she rated well for her age. She failed every other test.

The stallion’s eyes widened when he saw the results, and Crimson sighed. She could tell he wasn’t used to seeing scores that low. When parents wanted their foal to take the entrance exam, there was an expectation they had shown enough promise to not fail to that extent.

“If you don’t mind,” the stallion asked, placing the paper back. “Why did your parents make you take the test? Maybe I could talk to them when they get here if they’re pushing you into something you aren’t suited for. As I said, everypony has a talent for something.”

“Because of this,” Crimson pulled a book from her bookbag. “It’s a story I wrote.”

The filly opened the book, but she didn’t read the story. Instead, her horn glowed, a surge of magic covering the book as she concentrated. The page rippled, and words shifted on the page. A few seconds later, a small quill emerged from the page. Crooked and charred, the quill disintegrated soon after creation.

“Indeed. That isn’t something they test for,” the stallion gasped. “Did you…”

“I wrote a story that had a quill in it,” Crimson explained. “I pulled the quill from the story, but it’s all mangled.”

“No wonder they had you take the test,” the stallion said. “Little filly, what is your name?”

“Crimson Heart,” said Crimson.

“Crimson,” said the stallion. “My name is Hayscartes, a professor at this school. Regardless of your test scores, I’d like to take you as my personal pupil.”

“What?” Crimson stared.

“What you did is like a technique I’ve been working on, and not an easy one,” explained Hayscartes. “I’m sure you are excellent at writing, but it would be a waste for you to be only an author. If you wish, I will sit here with you until your parents arrive and speak to them.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Crimson asked. “You’re not just trying to get me alone with you in your house?”

“Pardon?” Hayscartes looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” Crimson backtracked. “I spout nonsense sometimes; it’s a gift. Let’s wait for them.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t already gotten your cutie mark for doing that,” Hayscartes said. “That’s encouraging; maybe it means your actual talent is even more amazing.”

Crimson did not understand why he was so nice. Getting her alone so he could get at her underage flank was the only reason Crimson could imagine for him to give that much positive reinforcement to a stranger. Whatever he wanted, at least it would mitigate the punishment she’d get for her test scores.

2. Home

Hayscartes wasn’t after what Crimson thought. He never touched her or gazed at her plot when she faced away, something even strangers did occasionally.

For the next few months, Crimson spent daily time at Hayscartes’ home, both learning and assisting him in experiments. He often mistook her promptness for an eagerness to learn, but she was simply happy to get out of her home. Hayscartes was the first stallion she knew who didn’t hurt her.

Her father would ask what she did there. Crimson showed him, but soon reached a point where he couldn’t understand her explanation. No matter how genius she was at Hayscartes new methods, she was useless at every branch of magic that mattered.

One day she arrived home to find her parents waiting for her as they often did. Crimson hoped her father Gorat was as tired as she was. Maybe he’d let her sleep unmolested.

No such luck. She found Gorat sprawled on the couch as she entered the living room area. He stroked his shaft as he watched White Heart get plowed from behind by one of his friends.

Gorat’s white coat and red mane matched Crimson’s, only his green eyes setting him apart. That was too bad because it prevented her from fantasizing that he wasn’t her real father. Her big brother Dio favored their grandparents, and her little sister Rym Waggles favored their mother only. Crimson envied Rym for that.

One would expect Gorat to be submissive from his physical appearance. The earth pony had a lithe feminine form, enough that one could mistake him for a mare from many angles. Most assumed Gorat’s cutie mark, a heart bound in ropes, meant his talent was sexual submission. It was easy to assume since his job at The Fetish House involved just that.

Many mares loved objectifying stallions, so he had no shortage of earnings from said employment. The bigger advantage though was hiding what he did in private.

Crimson’s unicorn mother occupied the floor in front of the couch, face pressed against the carpet and plot in the air as Gorat’s friend plowed her. Her coat was grayer than Crimson’s, and mane pinker, though her rose eyes were a perfect match. Her cutie mark, a quill dipped in black ink, signified her talent for writing. She hadn’t written in a long time and most ponies on the outside assumed she retired. In reality, Gorat broke her mind until she wasn’t fit for writing.

White Heart’s mane was frazzled, which was normal even when she wasn’t getting bucked. She wasn’t far removed from a house pet now, even wearing a collar with a heart-shaped doggie tag reading ‘Worthless’. She smelled like she hadn’t showered in a while which wasn’t surprising given how little she took care of herself.

Crimson recognized the friend bucking her mother as Rainbow Swoop, a pegasus and one of several foalaphiles that Gorat invited at times to aid in her molestation. This one had a blue coat and eyes with a black mane. His rainbow cutie mark looked bright and happy even as he raped a mare for her husband’s amusement. He was only keeping his dick warm until Crimson got here, because when he saw her, he pushed White Heart away. He grinned at Crimson as his wings stiffened.

“There’s my little slut princess,” Gorat purred, motioning for Crimson to approach.

“You know I’ve never had your brat’s tail hole before,” Rainbow commented. “Mind if I have a go?”

Crimson slid her saddle bags off, leaving them at the door, and trotted to her father. She ignored Rainbow licking his lips as she passed him.

“She looks really tired,” whispered White Heart.

Gorat cut off any further words from her though by slamming a hoof against her horn.

“Why would I buck your worthless sagging pussy when I have Crimson’s tight cunt to plow?” Gorat reprimanded White Heart, his ego twisting the plea’s meaning. “I’ll buck you again if I decide I want another brat before my favorite pint-sized pussy is old enough to impregnate.” He then added in a friendly demeanor to Rainbow. “Sure, bud. We’ll do her together. Nothing like stress-testing an underage body.”

Crimson stepped between Gorat’s hoof and White Heart’s head before he hit White Heart again. He stopped and smiled as he moved his hoof to slide down to Crimson’s flank instead, pushing it under her tail to rub at her slit. He leaned forward for a kiss, and she returned it, playing her tongue against his. She gave him her best bedroom eyes, despite being tired. Once Crimson would have blushed head to hoof, but now she buried her shame deep inside instead. The sooner she got these assholes off, the sooner she could sleep.

“That’s Daddy’s little slut princess,” Gorat purred after the kiss. “Always wanting Daddy’s cock inside you, but first you need to get us ready.”

Gorat sat up on his haunches and spread his hind legs as he pushed Crimson’s head down with one hoof. He was already hard, but Crimson had never seen him at less than half-staff, even in public. It was expected of somepony in his line of work. That didn’t keep him from wanting to feel a tiny tongue against his rod though.

As she did, Rainbow mounted her. He let his rock-hard shaft plop against her fuzzy behind where he ground himself against her plot, then slipped beneath to slide between her legs. She closed her legs to make it tight, shaft rubbing against her nipples and slit as he moved.

Crimson ran her tongue down Gorat’s shaft first, fondling his fleshy orbs and slurping first one and then the other. She couldn’t fit them in her muzzle, but left them glistening with saliva before moving on to his shaft. He had just gotten off work, so he tasted like the last mare to ride him. It did well to hide his own musky smell. It wasn’t that he stank, but her brain long ago associated his scent with suffering.

“Aren’t you a precious little cock sucker? I think I might miss you a little when you’re gone,” Gorat said. “Has the professor made a move on you? Have you been flashing him the goods?”

“Whenever I can,” Crimson said between long licks as she worked up his shaft. “He doesn’t notice.”

“What an insane old geezer,” Gorat said. He slid both hooves to massage her blank flanks. “That’s it. Daddy loves how you move your tongue.”

Crimson stroked his length with both forelegs as her muzzle settled at his tip. She opened wide, forcing his tip in as far as she could as she danced her tongue around it. Gorat shivered as she forced him deep enough to swallow against his tip.

“You,” Gorat panted to White Heart. “Get Rainbow ready, and I better see you enjoying yourself.”

“Of course,” White Heart said, unenthused but licking her lips.

Her mother grasped Rainbow’s flanks, slurping his balls. He pulled back from Crimson for long enough for her to give his shaft a nice glistening coat of saliva. Disgust covered her face as she licked the taste of her own ass from the shaft, hiding it with an unconvincing smile as she slurped.

Crimson glanced at White Heart, and their eyes met for a moment. White Heart’s eyes were often apologetic when Crimson was looking but Gorat wasn’t, but Crimson would never forgive her for bringing her into a world like this.

Gorat’s grin became sadistic, and Crimson tensed as he put both his front hooves to the back of her head. She knew what was next.

He rammed his tip past her throat. Her neck swelled with his girth as she gagged on him, tears forming in her eyes. She pushed against him with her hooves, trying to breathe, but he didn’t stop until her nose pressed against his belly, balls deep in her muzzle. He thrust with long strokes, but never far back enough for her to draw breath.

“That’s it,” Gorat moaned. “Struggle for Daddy; you deserve this. Your tongue-work doesn’t make up for you being an insufferable brat, does it?” He added in his friendly voice. “Pound her tailhole, dude. Hurt her as much as you want.”

“Right on!” Rainbow grinned.

Rainbow stood on his hind hooves on the floor as he grasped Crimson’s writhing body. His blunt tip pressed against her behind before forcing its way into her. He’d only done Crimson a few times, but she could tell by his practiced technique he was no stranger to boning foals. Her pelvis ached as the waves of agony funneled through her, her gut swelling as much as her neck had.

“Oh my Celestia, how does she stay so tight?” Rainbow groaned.

“Some potions I buy,” grunted Gorat. “They’re great, they heal her enough to tighten up and look normal, but do nothing for pain. I’ll show you where I get them.”

“Cool, thanks man!” Rainbow nodded between grunts.

Thanks to that potion, every single time they raped Crimson, it hurt as much as her first time. Gorat wanted it to never get easier; he loved the power trip of making a helpless filly suffer.

Crimson heard her mother squeak in distress at seeing him treat her like that, but she said nothing yet. More often than not, defending Crimson increased the likelihood of him hurting her.

“You look like me, but you take after your mother,” Gorat told Crimson as he held her head in both hooves and enjoyed her convulsing through against his shaft. “You’re worthless just like her. Dio and Rym both show promise with mechanical shit, but what are you good at? Some obscure magic that nopony will ever use! Even if they did, that professor will get the profits. I think I’ll let you choke to death right now. Rym’s almost old enough to replace you.”

“Are you seriously going to kill her?” Rainbow grunted, but didn’t stop pounding Crimson’s behind, balls bouncing against her pussy as he impaled her asshole.

“Don’t worry, bro, it’s just like I said,” Gorat said. “I’ll let you buck her younger sister instead. Besides, you like new things right. Ever bucked foal-corpse?”

“I do like new things!” nodded Rainbow. “And no, I haven’t; the only corpse I ever bucked was my ex-wife’s.”

“Sweetheart,” White Heart raised her voice more than usual. “You said you wanted to impregnate her. She should get her cutie mark soon and...”

“I said I wanted to impregnate my favorite pint-sized pussy,” scoffed Gorat. “What makes you think I meant this stupid cunt?”

Crimson panicked as dizziness overtook her. She lashed out all four legs, hind legs flailing around Rainbow’s hips as he continued to plow her. Gorat groaned at the resistance and rammed harder, balls bouncing against her chin as her face turned blue and purple, jaw aching. Soon her oxygen-starved muscles gave out, and she fell limp, eyes rolling back.

“Gonna bone a dead foal!” groaned Rainbow. “Just look at how terrified she is. This is so hot!”

By Celestia’s flaming piss flaps, where did her dad even find friends like this?

White Heart overcame her own broken mind enough to grab for Crimson and try to pull her away from the stallions. A few strikes to the horn later though, she sprawled on the floor unable to stand from the head pounding.

“Please don’t,” White Heart begged weakly, tears streaming down her face.

Rainbow shivered, hosing down her convulsing insides with thick spunk. He couldn’t expel as much as a professional like Gorat, but her gut swelled before the excess sprayed out from the tight, bleeding orifice. Even as he ceased thrusting, he kept himself deep within her, grinning and waiting to feel her death spasms around his shaft.

With her life, she should have welcomed death, but it terrified her more than anything. Many ponies believed in an afterlife, but Crimson believed in nothing, and ceasing to exist was more horrifying than any hell.

It surprised Crimson when Gorat yanked her head off his shaft. Crimson heaved a large breath, but only breathed in thick ropes of sperm as he blew his load all over her face. It burned at her tear-stained eyes as she vomited what she had breathed in and tried to get air. Her whole face dripped with the geyser that had erupted on it.

“Aw, dude,” Rainbow groaned. “You got my hopes up.”

“No worries,” Gorat said. “I want her pussy again while she’s warm, but you can buck her again when she’s cold.” His voice became serious, and he looked down at Crimson. “Do you think you deserved for me to stop?”

“No,” coughed Crimson, not daring to say otherwise.

Gorat forced a potion to her muzzle, shoving the bottle tip into her throat, pouring it in so she couldn’t spit. The bleeding stopped and her tailhole tightened. It would have returned to normal, except Rainbow was still inside her. He groaned and rolled his eyes back at the fleshy vicegrip.

Her father gave her no time to recover. He pulled her into his lap and pushed his tip against her tight cunny. She tried to spread her legs, but her limbs weren’t responding again yet. She could only cry as he forced her wide open, tight lips gliding over every ridge and vein on his shaft as he forced himself deep.

“That was scary wasn’t it,” Gorat smiled. “I know nothing scares you more than dying.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Crimson stammered between clenched teeth.

The two stallions pinned her between them and they didn’t even have the decency to thrust in one at a time. Instead they rammed in together, making her feel like she’d split in half up the middle. She shrieked as loud as she could as she experienced new levels of agony, body swelling in grotesque manners. The stallions only rolled their eyes back at the sweet sound of her torment.

White Heart cried too, a look of horror on her frazzled face at what almost happened, or might still happen. She wanted to comfort Crimson, but didn’t dare with Gorat present.

“I’m still snuffing you,” Gorat growled. “As soon as I blow one last load into your warm body, I’ll snap your neck.” He reached forelegs around her neck, squeezing until she could barely breathe. “I’ll preserve you and give you to your brother as a sex toy. Unless… you give me a reason not to.”

“You can do it,” White Heart whispered. “Please do it.”

Rainbow voted for her not to do it via biting down on her horn and twisting it. Unicorn horns were sensitive, but the pain didn’t register beneath the ocean already there. Together they moved her whole body up and down around his shaft like she was nothing but a fleshlight. Gorat’s shaft rammed through her scarred cervix, smashing the back of her womb and stretching it until she thought he might break through into her gut. Meanwhile Rainbow’s had stretched far more of her intestines into a straight line than should be; she wondered if he hadn’t already rammed through the wall of her bowels.

“Hayscartes hasn’t told anypony,” gasped Crimson. “About the research. He wants it to be a surprise when he finishes, so I’m the only one that knows about it. If he died, I could steal the research as my own. We’d get all the profits from it.”

“Sweetheart?” asked White Heart. “I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, but if I may… Hayscartes is almost sixty, and is just developing this technique. Crimson isn’t even ten, and she’s almost as good as him at it. She could pull off it being her own research and…” She stopped and ducked when Gorat glared at her.

But Gorat paused all the same, surprised at the compelling answer. Was it was compelling enough to top his desire to murder her tonight? He soon slammed into Crimson again, not responding to the idea yet. She felt the familiar pre-cum throb of the shaft that impaled her and tried her best to squeeze and massage him in her already over-stuffed foal hole.

She tried her best to squeeze at Rainbow too, but her anal ring was torn beyond flexing. Blood poured down his swinging balls as he continued to pound her. She vomited from the trauma, but clenched her muzzle shut lest she throw up on Gorat and anger him. Instead, she forced herself to swallow it until it stayed in her stomach.

Her belly swelled, filled with throbbing aches as both came a second time. Rainbow’s load was lesser, but Gorat’s was as big as his first thanks to the magical drugs he took for his job. She felt close to exploding before it overflowed the tight penetration points and spilled onto the couch and floor, a puddle of white with red swirls decorating it.

Gorat pulled her off the shafts, more gunk spilling onto the floor, then tossed her onto the floor like a used condom. Moving was agony, but did her best to lap up the her-flavored semen, like she knew her daddy liked.

“Sorry, Rainbow,” Gorat groaned. “We’ll try to find us another filly to murder and corpse-buck.”

“Eh, no problem,” Rainbow shrugged, coming down from his own rape-high. “It’s your brat to kill or not.”

He pulled her head back up by her mane, pushing another vial to her lips. She guzzled it, terrified that her guts would spill out through her gaping holes if she didn’t. The pain didn’t leave, but at least she stopped bleeding, her slit and tailhole returning to a state where she could go into public without ponies getting suspicious.

“Go buck your brother, he’s had a hard day,” Gorat told her. “I’ll think about what you said while I punish your bitch of a mother. We’ll decide if I kill you when Dio finishes.”

“Yes Daddy,” Crimson’s voice was scratchy as she gagged again, drooling more of his spunk.

Crimson forced herself to stand, legs wobbling as she staggered across the living room. A trail of white and red drooled from her thighs to her hooves, dribbling onto the floor. She collapsed half way, dragging her limp hind legs with her front as she continued.

She heard her mother’s audible sigh of relief behind her, but knew Gorat would punish her mother’s efforts. Crimson appreciated it, but would appreciate it more if she’d stood up to him when he first raped her.

Her brother Dio was an earth pony, the most average-looking in their family with a brown coat and darker brown mane, though his purple eyes added color. His cutie mark was a gear warped into a phallic shape. It suited him since his talent involved making sex toys and ‘sex machines’, and he’d tested plenty of them on Crimson. Dio claimed ponies liked being restrained in them, but Crimson figured they were more likely used for torture.

Gorat raped Dio sometimes as a show of dominance, but most often encouraged Dio to help him molest Crimson and Rym. Dio was gentler than Gorat, even apologetic, not that ‘gentler than Gorat’ was a high standard. Crimson found him sprawled on his back in bed, their little sister Rym Waggles rubbing her hooves along his schlong as she lapped at the tip.

Rym had a gray coat like their mother’s, but light blue mane and eyes that matched none of her family, including grandparents. Crimson wondered if White Heart had banged another stallion to make Rym, not that it mattered. White Heart was lucky that Gorat’s ego wouldn’t let him consider that she would dare cheat on him.

At least Dio had the decency to have one hoof beneath her bottom to rub at her little slit. Rym was still virgin there, but not for long. Her seventh birthday was soon, and if it was anything like Crimson’s seventh birthday party, that’s when she would lose it. Crimson lost hers while face-down in her own birthday cake. She remembered how much the candles burned even if it was nothing compared to the other pains.

“Dad sent me,” Crimson said without further greeting. She staggered into the room and climbed onto the bed, collapsing.

“Oh um, I guess you can go Rym, unless you want to watch,” Dio said, smacking Rym’s bottom.

“Sleepy,” Rym said. She got more withdrawn as her seventh birthday approached. She saw what they did to Crimson and knew it would start for her soon.

“You okay?” Dio asked. “Horny?”

“Do I bucking look horny?” Crimson asked as she slid into the place where Rym had been. She slipped the somewhat smaller shaft into her muzzle and swallowed against the tip, despite how much her throat hurt.

“Sorry,” Dio said. “But you know if I don’t buck you, he’ll just do worse to you.”

Crimson didn’t answer. Dio’s apologies never stopped him from enjoying her. He only gave her a few seconds to drool her father’s cum onto his dick before tugging her atop him to straddle his belly.

“Dad’s gonna kill me,” Crimson said as if commenting on the weather.

“What did you do?” Dio asked. He grasped her hips, pulling her into position and pushing her down on his cock. He groaned and rolled his eyes back as his sister’s warmth spread over him. “Your pussy is like a warm glove every time.”

“Not figuratively,” Crimson said, propping her front hooves on his chest and rolling her hips against him, pushing him in and out. The room filled with the lewd squish of incestuous bellies slapping together with each bounce. “Soon as you’re done with me, he says he’ll kill me and preserve my corpse. He’ll give me to you like a sex toy.”

“Already? Awesome!” Dio’s eyes lit up, then he backtracked. “I mean, that’s awful sis.” He couldn’t hide that his cock throbbed with excitement inside her. She knew he’d helped their dad with murders, but didn’t realize Dio had gotten that into it already. From the sound of it, Dio already knew it would be soon.

“I will die hating you all,” Crimson growled even while squeezing and massaging his shaft inside her.

“Oh, okay,” Dio nodded, then smacked her behind. “Well, glad to feel your pussy one more time while it’s warm. I wonder if dad will let me buck you as you die like he did that one mare; the way she felt during her death throes was incredible! Rainbow Swoop is here right? Maybe we could all three buck you.”

“You could at least pretend to be angry,” Crimson choked on a sob, but raised up her rump up and down, still rolling her hips with practiced strokes. She clenched her teeth from the pain still there, everything aflame with agony.

“Crimmy, you know I love you, you’re my sister,” Dio panted. “But you know how worthless you are, so this had to happen sooner or later. I didn’t expect it until Rym’s seventh birthday party so she could replace you, but I’m not complaining either. Maybe this way I’ll get Rym’s pussy earlier too.”

“You’ll really enjoy it?” asked Crimson. She shivered with anger and fear, but there was no way out. So she continued her movements, pushing up and down on her brother’s dick. Her cunt honey formed a damp puddle on his belly as she bounced.

“Sis, I am gonna cum so hard as you die, whether or not inside you,” panted Dio. He shivered just thinking about it and grasped her hips hard to yank her down onto his shaft. He creamed, though a colt’s wad wasn’t so hard to take. “Damn sis, you made me go off early.”

“Crimson?” Gorat’s voice came from the bedroom door. Who knew how long he was there letting his precious son finish in his worthless daughter before disturbing him.

“Is it time, Dad?” asked Dio, breathless.

“Sorry, son,” Gorat smirked. “Crimson, I’m giving you a chance to be worth something. You do everything I tell you, because if you slip up just once, I’ll make you a preserved corpse for the collection. Understand?”

“Aw,” Dio groaned, but didn’t dare complain too much at their father’s decision.

“Crystal clear,” Crimson said.

Bucking stallions. She would cooperate for now, but she would do it for her own reasons.

3. Party

Crimson grew up with Gorat telling her he’d always find her if she turned him in, that her family would suffer, and other devilry. For the longest time she believed him, but she had reached an age where his words held less weight. She realized that despite what he told her, despite what his ego told him, he was fallible.

It occurred to her she could turn him in, that she could end this, but by the time she realized this, she had another choice. In his pride, Gorat believed Crimson to be his slave. He thought if she was famous for creating a new magic, he would reap the benefits of her wealth and influence.

Prison was too good for him or Dio. If Crimson defeated them by having them sent to prison, it wouldn’t be her victory. She wanted to prove that she could take them on single-hoofedly and destroy them. She wanted to have all the power that Gorat wished he had.

Arrest wasn’t even good enough for White Heart, the weakling that allowed him to make sex toys out of her foals and did nothing. The only reason Crimson would leave her alive was despite Gorat.

Crimson only cared about Rym. She considered ending it for her sake, but if Gorat had taught Crimson anything, it was that the purity of an innocent was an acceptable loss. Besides, if Rym had reason to hate Gorat, she’d enjoy his misery more when it came time.

But Crimson would learn to do things she didn’t want. The idea of harming another pony made her sick, but she had to learn to tolerate and even love it if she were to survive.

Crimson awoke on the big day: Rym’s birthday. The day that Crimson now knew they planned to murder and replace her, at least before her bright idea. She woke earlier than her parents or brother due to the sound of Rym crying next to her in their bed. Crimson sighed and pulled her little sister close; they both knew what would happen today.

“I think Dad will make me hurt you,” Crimson sighed. “I won’t apologize; that’d be too much like Dio. Just know I won’t like it as much as I pretend.”

Even as Crimson said it, she feared she would enjoy it every bit as much as she pretended. She’d inherited more from her father than she wished.

“They got me the tinker set I wanted,” Rym sniffled. “I snuck into their closet and saw it.” She would think of that even now; she loved her tinkering.

“I’ll try to leave you in a condition to play with it,” Crimson smirked. “Come on. Let’s get ready early; cooperating can only make it easier on you.”

“I’m glad they’re not killing you at least,” Rym whispered. “You’re the only family member I’d miss.”

Crimson kissed Rym’s forehead, then slipped the covers off of them. She tugged at Rym until she followed her off of the bed.

They got themselves bathed and cleaned up though they didn’t speak much during it. They tied their manes and tails with ties the way Gorat liked. Crimson gave Rym a potion to numb the pain, one she sneaked from Hayscarte’s home, not that it’d do much for this.

When they came downstairs to the kitchen, Gorat had just finished baking and icing their cake. The chocolate cake, the balloons, and the wrapped gifts made it look like any other foal’s birthday party. Only their father’s shaft throbbing beneath him gave away the true nature of it. And maybe the stock of healing potions meant to tighten them up between rapes.

“There’s my pint-sized sluts,” Gorat grinned. “Eager to get Daddy’s cock in that seven-year-old cunt of yours, Rym?”

“Yes,” Rym whispered with tears in her eyes.

Gorat purred as he trotted up to Rym, taking a moment to lick the side of her face and taste her tears before looking down at Crimson. Crimson looked back up at him, doing better than usual to hold in her own tears.

He didn’t like that, grabbing her around her neck and pushing her against the wall. She gagged as he cut her wind off, but tried not to struggle lest he enjoy it more.

“Let me make one thing clear, brat,” Gorat growled. “We were looking forward to seeing you get the life snuffed out today. So you better make letting you live be worth it, both now and later. Understand?”

Crimson nodded and he let her down to catch her breath.

White Heart came in, looking as disheveled as ever, but at least she’d taken a bath today, if by force. She moved to one corner of the room and remained quiet. Dio followed her into the room, sporting a nice pulsing erection already as he sat at the table next to his mother. His dick wasn’t much compared to their father’s, but it was respectable for a twelve-year-old.

“You took long enough,” greeted Gorat as they arrived, motioning for them to take a seat.

Rym took a seat as far from Gorat as she could while Crimson sat next to him.

“Gather round sluts,” Gorat grinned, pulling out a chair and having a seat. “This isn’t just my little Rym’s big day, but also the day Crimson learns to dish it out like she can take it. Or she’ll learn to die, her choice.”

Gorat pointed behind Crimson, and she turned to see a riding crop laying on the kitchen counter. When she turned to look at him again, he pointed at Rym. Rym sniffled as she looked between the two in confusion. Gorat gave her no instructions on what to do, but Crimson had the idea.

“If she fails, we still get to kill her right?” asked Dio in a whisper.

“Don’t worry, she’ll fail,” Gorat chuckled. “If you want to keep your dick warm until then, buck the worthless hole you came from.”

Gorat grabbed hold of White Heart’s head, tugging it to his shaft. She slipped her muzzle over him without question, showing no hint of a gag reflex as he pushed it all the way into her throat. Her neck swelled, if not as much as a foal’s would, and she worked her throat slowing over the shaft.

White Heart felt Dio at her other end, so turned her plot to the side, raising one hind leg to give him access. He grabbed the leg, pulling it close and licking her hoof as he pushed his shaft against his mother’s moist pussy. Dio groaned as he pressed inside, always glad to have a go at his mom. He’d wanted to make a simultaneous child and sibling for a while.

Crimson picked up the crop in her magic, looking at Rym. Rym looked back, eyes glistening with tears and fear on her face, hyperventilating. She looked back at Gorat and saw that snide egotistical grin. He thought he’d have to force Crimson to do this; he looked forward to it even.

Crimson clenched her teeth, took a deep breath to hold in her own tears, and slammed the crop hard against Rym’s face. The stunned filly toppled with a yelp, covering her head with her front hooves to protect herself. Crimson brought it down between her hind legs instead, leaving a red mark across her tiny slit and immature breasts. Rym curled into a fetal position.

“Please Crimmy, no!” Rym begged. She continued to beg, but Crimson forced Rym’s pleas to the back of her mind like background noise.

After whipping her curled up sister several more times, she picked her up with her telekinesis. She grasped her by the head, shaking her until her body uncurled. She turned, bracing herself against the floor and slamming her hind hooves back, nailing Rym between her thighs. As Rym screamed, Crimson lay into her, cunt-punting her like a punching bag one hoof at a time.

“Holy bucking Celestia,” Gorat sat stunned at the foal-on-foal violence, even forgetting to ram White Heart’s face for a moment.

“Whoa that is hot,” Dio stared too, but he didn’t forget to keep ramming his mother’s cunt. He moved faster the more Crimson beat on Rym, the rapid wet slap of their bodies barely audible beneath Rym’s squeals.

When Crimson dropped Rym back onto the floor, her belly and thighs were black and blue from the repeated impacts. She convulsed as soon as she hit the floor and hurled a brief fountain of vomit over her own face.

Crimson didn’t stop. She straddled her little sister’s chest, slamming her head hard against the floor. She scooped up Rym’s vomit with her magic, pushing it back into her muzzle and holding it shut. Rym gagged and swallowed only to hurl again. Crimson kept her muzzle shut, excess squirting out of Rym’s nose. Crimson forced Rym to swallow it until it stayed.

As she did so, Crimson moved the riding crop to Rym’s other end. She saved her pussy for Gorat to break in, lest he kill her for stealing that virginity, and rammed the crop into her tail hole instead. Rym struggled and kicked, but Crimson ignored the impacts and rammed the crop deeper. Soon Rym’s blood painted the crop tip as it invaded her.

Crimson wanted to vomit at first. Once she got into it though, it felt surprisingly good. Even if that wasn’t Rym’s fault she was Crimson’s replacement, it felt incredible to abuse her for it. Crimson realized with shame she was sopping wet with arousal from hurting her sister.

She ground her hips, rubbing her juice against her sister’s bruised breasts. She yanked the crop from her ass, blood splattering across the floor, and brought it to her neck instead. Still holding Rym’s muzzle shut, Crimson pressed the crop down against her neck as hard as she could, cutting her air off.

“Die for me, sis,” Crimson whispered as she leaned close, licking her nose. “Then you can never replace me.”

When Gorat realized that Crimson was trying to murder Rym, he tossed White Heart’s head aside and galloped over to her. Crimson didn’t make out what he said in her excitement, and didn’t stop until she took his hoof to her face, knocking her across the room.

Crimson skidded across the floor and landed against the kitchen counter on the other side of the room, a trail of her liquid arousal smudged across the floor behind her. Her head spun, spitting up blood as her vision refocused. Gorat was forcing a potion down Rym’s throat to cure whatever internal bleeding Crimson might have caused.

“You enjoyed that more than a mare has a right to,” grumbled Gorat as he glared at Crimson.

He’d always been bitter about living in a mare-dominated society. Crimson supposed that’s why he lashed out, but he only underscored the reason it was a mare-dominated world.

“I thought you wanted me to be your little assassin,” Crimson stood again, wiping blood from her muzzle. “What did you expect me to do when you unleash me on my replacement?” Though guilty for having lost herself; she couldn’t let him know that.

“Huh,” Gorat nodded, slow to catch on but understanding her reason. “I guess I need to find somepony you have no reason to hate to train you.”

He was unused to Crimson talking back. She broke in a very different way from her mother.

“I can still kill you,” Gorat warned.

“But you won’t,” Crimson countered, glaring back, but unsure if her terror showed on her face. “If you do, I can’t kill Hayscartes, and you can’t get a share of my royalties when I make his discovery for him.”

“What about after, bitch?” Gorat narrowed his eyes.

“You could kill me I guess,” said Crimson. “But when I patent the spell, they’ll ask who I want to leave royalties to if I die. You don’t know who that’ll be, but I bet you know who it won’t.”

“Then I can make you wish you were dead,” Gorat growled, and that he could.

“Sure,” Crimson stood. “Driving me to suicide shouldn’t cause an issue. We could see which is worse, my fear of death or my fear of years of constant torture.”

“Buck yeah take it like the worthless slut you are, Mom!” Dio’s voice interrupted their moment.

They looked to see Dio clenching his teeth as he hugged White Heart’s leg and slammed his cock into her. She never seemed enthused, but from the look on his face, gave one hell of a dick massage in that experienced milf-hole of hers. Dio groaned and expelled a load into his mother’s womb, once again hoping something came of it.

“Buck this, I’ll deal with you later,” Gorat groaned. “I’m not waiting any longer for that foal’s hole.” He rolled onto his back and splayed out his legs, thick meat pole laying against his belly. “Don’t be gentle. But don’t bucking kill her either.”

Rym shook her head and backed away when Crimson approached her. The potion had cured her outward appearance, but she would feel those bruises for a while. Without a word, Crimson grabbed her sobbing little sister by the head and dragged her to their father.

Crimson hefted her up atop Gorat, the foal’s hind legs spread wide to straddle him, her tiny rump sitting against his meat. It throbbed and Gorat moaned at the squeeze of his daughter’s fresh seven-year-old cunny, hot and pure.

“Get behind her,” panted Gorat. “I want to see suffering on her face. And not see your face at all.”

Crimson did just that, moving between his hind legs. She held his shaft with her magic, then pulled Rym until his tip nestled against her entrance. He wrapped her front legs about Rym and yanked her downward, but for a moment all the tip did was stretch her entrance as it tried to pop inside her.

“It won’t fit,” grunted Rym.

“It stretches, sis,” Crimson said as she jerked Rym harder. “We couldn’t squeeze out foals if it didn’t.”

Rym shrieked as her vulva gave way and stretched over the blunt tip as it forced its way inside her.

Crimson gave no time to adjust before pushing Rym down as far as she could on the first thrust. Though it felt like she was trying to fit a banana through the eye of a needle.

Rym’s belly expanded from the adult girth inside her, body shaking from the jolts of agony pushing through her. The sobbing and writhing, not to mention the tight, moist hole pushed over his shaft, earned a groan from Gorat. He intended to make Crimson do the work, but he couldn’t keep from thrusting upward.

Blood dripped down to the base of Gorat’s shaft as Crimson pulled Rym up and pushed her back down again. She pulled her up and pushed back down using all her might, like hitting an anvil with a hammer. Crimson didn’t stop until she was certain she had rammed him through her sister’s fragile cervix and into her immature womb. The only thing saving Rym from being bucked to death was that Crimson didn’t manage to ram him through her womb’s back wall.

The tiny body was still impaled on a cock as thick as Rym’s leg though. Gorat looked like he enjoyed Rym’s misery as much as her pussy, putting a hoof against her belly to massage the shape of his cock as it impaled her. He moaned, near climax after a few minutes inside the ridiculously tight hole.

Crimson hated to think she took after Gorat, but had to admit this was fun, even arousing. Her cunt honey drooled down her thighs as blood ran down Rym’s. She leaned around and licked the salty tears from Rym’s face. Crimson pitied Rym and hated herself, but that didn’t make it any less hot.

Now that she’d experienced this from the dominant side, she understood why Gorat loved it so much, even if she still hated him for it. The act of forcing her will upon another’s most sacred area, even when she wasn’t the one penetrating her, gave mind-numbing pleasure.

When Gorat blew, Crimson had to hold Rym with hooves and magic to keep her from being pushed off his shaft like a firework. Her belly swelled until the pressure inside pushed the excess sperm out around the tight penetration point, burning at her torn insides.

As soon as the pressure waned, Crimson rammed Rym down upon him again. She didn’t cease until he pushed the both fillies off him. Rym’s gaping cunt spilled so much goo that at first Crimson thought her guts might flow out with it. It healed as Gorat forced another potion down her throat, ready to rip open again next time.

“Crimmy,” Rym looked at Crimson, the pain of rape and betrayal etched on her face. Guilt burned inside Crimson, but all the same, she wasn’t sorry for what she did. That was bucking fun.

“Don’t’ be dramatic, stupid slut,” Gorat smacked Rym on the back of her head. She squealed in fear and cringed. “Oh, all right. You can open your presents and eat cake before me and Dio rape you together.”

Rym’s eyes lit up, and she weakly dragged herself towards the wrapped presents, a trail of bloody goo dribbling behind her.

4. Friends

Gorat never missed an opportunity to hurt Crimson after that. She got regular beatings, and even if he and Dio didn’t feel like raping her, he’d make White Heart do so with a strap-on instead. They made sure she didn’t go too easy.

Crimson no longer got a bed. She slept suspended in the bondage swing in the basement instead. Dio crafted most toys and contraptions in the basement. Otherwise, Gorat would have trouble finding a foal-sized sex swing with the words ‘Filly Bucking’ emblazoned on it.

But even though she got it worse than her siblings, Gorat never went as far as she expected. He feared crossing the line where she’d commit suicide, and lucky for her, he imagined that line to be closer than it was.

Gorat often forced Crimson to hurt her sister and mother, still training her for the kill. He asked her if Hayscartes was near publishing, but didn’t order her to steal it yet. She knew he wanted her to kill somepony first to be sure she could, but finding victims was never easy. He was lucky to find one every few months.

Crimson slipped away and often went unnoticed, taking time before or after her time with Hayscartes to clear her head. She also did something she hadn’t gotten to do before: visit other foals in the neighborhood.

One evening when she should have been in bed, she felt bold, or maybe horny to have consenting sex for once. She crept into the back yard, heading to the neighbor behind them.

There was a forested area between the two houses, but soon enough she came upon the home of her two best friends. Or her only friends. She moved to their bedroom window and tapped, increasing her knock until she saw one of them stir from their bed.

Peach Cobbler, a tubby-wubby earth pony with a deep golden coat, opened the window. Even with bed head, her white mane favored a dollop of whipped cream. She rubbed her golden-brown eyes and looked out.

“Crimson?” Peach asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Crimson said. “Wondering if you wanted to do something…”

“I’m sorta asleep,” Peach said. “You can come tomorrow maybe and we can bake pie?”

“What I’m thinking of isn’t a daylight activity,” Crimson said. “You want to go buck?”

“What?” Peach stammered, blushing.

Crimson had been a bad influence on Peach and her sister already. Though they hadn’t before, requesting lesbian sex wasn’t out of the blue. Peach considered it for a moment.

“So, do you?” asked Crimson. “Go get your sister and climb out. We’ll do it in the woods.”

Peach blushed even harder, but nodded. She headed back inside and shook her sister awake. After a few minutes of hushed whispering, both returned. Peach’s unicorn sister, Painted Lilac, stood without a word as Peach climbed out the window.

Lilac had a coat the same color as Peach’s mane, contrasted by her black mane and tail, which sported a purple stripe. Her eyes were somewhere between the purple in her mane and the white of her coat. Peach had told her what was up since Lilac blushed even more. She wasn’t opposed though as she crawled out the window too.

Lilac followed Peach, both quiet. Crimson felt each filly shiver as she helped them out the window. It wasn’t too cold outside, so it was nice to know they were excited. Crimson licked her lips, looking forward to the taste of virgin pussy.

“Follow,” Crimson whispered and trotted into the woods again. The two sisters followed behind, easy to keep track of as Peach’s mane and Lilac’s coats showed well in the moonlight. Crimson didn’t stop until they were half-way between their two houses.

“We’re just gonna do it out here on the ground?” Peach stammered.

“Sure, why not?” Crimson said. “It’s not like it’s illegal. I’ve seen ponies bucking in the park, mare couples too.”

“I haven’t seen ponies our age bucking in the park,” whispered Lilac.

“Isn’t this illegal at our age?” asked Peach.

Crimson rolled her eyes even if she envied their innocence.

“It’s only illegal if a grown up does it with you,” Crimson said. “You’re both within a year of me.”

For a few moments, the other fillies were silent, shifting their hoovesy. Not fleeing was close enough to consent for Crimson, so grabbed both fillies with her magic, tugging them towards her. They stumbled and found their faces close enough to Crimson’s to feel her breath.

Crimson kissed Peach first, the filly’s eyes widening as Crimson’s tongue invaded her muzzle. After playing chase with Peach’s tongue, Crimson turned and kissed Lilac. Lilac held her breath and looked confused, but tried to poke Crimson’s tongue with her own.

Crimson pulled her head back, grinning as she pushed the sister’s muzzles together. The sisters squeaked as they found their muzzles touching, but Crimson held them until they kissed one another, purring at the sight.

“Doing this with your sister is weird though,” whispered Peach.

“Most siblings buck, they just don’t talk about it,” Crimson said, believing what she said. “It’s normal for your sibling to be your first. I’ve bucked my brother and sister.”

“Really?” the two stammered together.

“Don’t worry about it,” chuckled Crimson. “Stop thinking and let yourself go.”

Crimson sat on her haunches and pulled them close again, kissing them both at once in a three-way kiss. They still looked shocked, but relaxed into it more. Crimson slid a hoof between either of their thighs, their blushes doubling as she rubbed her hoof over their slits, tweaking at their clit and tracing around their lips. She moved up to their underdeveloped breasts and back.

Each sister reached a hoof to rub at Crimson, working together, one rubbing against her sopping wet slit as the other massaged her breasts, then switching back again. Crimson thought she caught an ‘ew’ from Lilac when she felt how drenched Crimson’s pussy was, but she didn’t pull away either. To Crimson’s delight, they also reached for one another.

Crimson pushed Peach onto her back in the dirt, pulling herself atop her. She wanted to feel the soft chubby flesh against her, hugging Peach with her forelegs as she rubbed her hot wet pussy against her virgin friend’s slit. Soon Peach’s pussy was drooling as much cunt honey as Crimson’s.

Not leaving Lilac out, Crimson grabbed her with her magic and pulled her atop. Lilac squeaked as she fell against Crimson in a mounting position and ground her slit against Crimson’s soft rump. She moaned as she realized how good it felt, pulling Crimson closer.

Soon Crimson pulled away from Peach’s muzzle, instead licking down her chest and belly. She left a trail of saliva down her front as she worked towards her slit. She moved toward Peach’s slit and coaxed Lilac with her magic to move until her own plot was within range of Peach’s head.

“Oh my gosh!” Peach said as Crimson lapped at her breasts. She knew what was coming.

Peach moaned as Crimson’s tongue slid over her slit, up and down, then pushed between the virgin lips. Lilac got the idea, pulling Crimson’s tail out of the way and curiously lapping at her own slit. She grasped Crimson’s flanks, taking a deeper lick and letting Crimson’s juice roll down her chin.

As she did that, Peach reached for Lilac’s hips and tugged her down onto her face. She pushed her muzzle against her sister’s slit and kissed it the same as she had just kissed their muzzle. Crimson watched her as she continued to lap deep into Peach, enjoying how eager they were with their first act of incest. Crimson hoped it wasn’t their last.

The whole thing was amazing. Out in the open, no restraints, and best of all no cocks to ruin their moment. Just a trio of fillies enjoying a nice circle-lick.

“Well what do we have here,” Gorat’s voice spoke above her, and Crimson’s heart sank.

Gorat yanked Peach away from Crimson, pushing a hoof into her muzzle to quiet her when she squealed. Crimson saw a rag in his hoof and smelled the chloroform. Sure enough, Peach’s struggles weakened as she passed out. She wondered how long he’d been watching. Long enough to go get chloroform, she supposed.

Crimson clenched her teeth, but didn’t need instructed. She moved behind Lilac, pulling her front legs behind her and restraining her face down in the dirt before she got away.

“What’s going on?” Lilac complained, fear welling up in her voice.

“Please,” Crimson begged Gorat. “Let’s send them home. They won’t tell on us I swear! I mean you can’t get away with killing your neighbor’s, right?”

“Shut the buck up, you carpet munching little shit,” Gorat said, holding the rag to Lilac’s muzzle until she went limp. “You think you can get away with sneaking off to dyke out with your friends? We’ll show these sluts what their pussies are for, and it’s not for your whore tongue.”

Crimson cursed herself for having gone to get them. She’d given Gorat the perfect little victims since nopony saw them leave their house, and nopony would think to look in Crimson’s house for their bodies. Gorat flopped their limp bodies on his back.

“Please, Daddy,” Crimson pleaded, tears rolling down her face. “I will do anything you want if you don’t kill them. I’ll sign the royalties over to you so you can kill me! You wanted to do that, right?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this,” grinned Gorat, cock already at full throb from seeing how broken up Crimson was about this. He’d found the perfect way to both train her and punish her attitude. “Besides, I won’t kill them. You will.”

Crimson stared as he turned to head to the house. She should have known begging wouldn’t help.

“Use your magic to rough up the ground to hide the tracks from their house to ours,” Gorat called back to her.

“Yes Daddy,” Crimson sighed.

It made her feel more pathetic than ever to do this. She trotted back to their window, closing it with her magic, then walked the path back towards her house. She couldn’t see well, but was sure she mushed up the ground enough that nopony would follow them,

Crimson knew she could get their parents and call the police, but that’d be admitting Gorat was too much to handle on her own. She felt sick at her own selfishness, but there it was. She hated herself even more at the knowledge she’d enjoy this. The same insanity her father suffered from affected her; she was doomed to become him.

When she got home, she went straight to the basement. She pressed the proper brick, opening the door into Gorat’s secret chamber. Within it, he kept his favorite toys, whether restraints, bondage furniture, torture devices, or the preserved corpses of earlier victims. This is where she’d slept since Rym’s birthday party.

Sure enough, she found Peach and Lilac restrained, Peach’s plump body was hanging from the foal-sized sex swing where Crimson slept. She swung free with each pair of legs restrained with spreader bars. Hooks at the back of her neck and just above her tail kept her suspended. Crimson knew how that felt.

He’d restrained Lilac beneath her, tied down on a cold metal table, on her back with all four hooves spread as far as they’d go without tearing. A horn restraint had been latched onto her horn, not that a foal could do much to them with magic.

“Crimson, what’s happening?” Peach asked, now awake. Lilac only cried.

Neither victim was gagged. Crimson wished they were, but Gorat would want her to hear them beg and scream.

“I’m going to rape and murder you,” Crimson said. No point in beating around the bush.

“Why?” asked Peach, voice quivering.

“Because if I don’t,” Crimson answered as she looked over the table of torture implements nearby. “My dad will murder both me and you. You’ll be dead either way, but this way I’ll also be alive. See how this works?”

Crimson sifted through the implements nearby. She placed a saw, a hammer, and a dagger on the table with Lilac, next to a potion that was already there. The saw and hammer were to use, but the dagger was to taunt. She put it close enough to Lilac that she could touch it with her muzzle, but not close enough to grab hold of for defending herself.

“Glad you got the idea,” Gorat said as he sat nearby. “It’s all up to you. Take the potion there next to Lilac and start. Prove you can kill anypony without remorse, even your slut fillyfriends. If you can’t, I won’t deprive myself of your death anymore. Insufferable cunt.”

“Crimson don’t,” cried Peach. She looked at Gorat. “Why? You know our parents!”

“Yeah, and they’re awful parents,” grinned Gorat. “I mean you two are eight and ten years old and still virgins?” He laughed and looked at Crimson. “Though I bet you’ll enjoy defiling their purity.”

“Yes,” said Crimson, glancing at him one last time. “I’ll never forget this.”

Crimson picked up the potion he’d pointed out to her and looked at it: a gender-change potion. He wanted her to rape her friends with her own body then? Well at least it might be fun to find out what that felt like from a stallions perspective.

She turned up the potion, feeling her body morph. It didn’t hurt, which surprised and disappointed her, but it felt weird as buck. The sense was like her pussy turned inside out. Her tunnel protruded in a grotesque prolapse before forming into a sheath, ovaries flopping out and shifting into fleshy orbs beneath her. The magi-dick was an adult size, so looked odd on a filly’s body, but it’d look normal inside another filly’s body.

“The question is,” Crimson spoke to her victims. “Which of you want to watch the other die? I’d say to be fair, I should rape one of you first, and kill the other first. Who wants raped first?”

They didn’t answer, both crying now and unable to stop, the sound echoing within the dungeon.

Crimson crawled onto the table, moving over Lilac to lay against her. She took a moment to take in Lilac’s expression, licking the tears from her face. One of Crimson’s only friends stared at her with the same terror in her eyes that Gorat saw so often.

“Are you gonna make it hurt?” Lilac asked.

“Yes,” Crimson nodded as her shaft emerged from her sheath, hardening against Lilac’s warm belly. She shivered, unable to keep from thrusting, feeling her new throbbing organ sliding against the soft foal fur.

“Cause he’ll punish you if you don’t?” asked Lilac.

“No,” lied Crimson. “Because your suffering will make me cum harder. What’s the point in being forced to murder you if I can’t enjoy your suffering?”

Lilac had nothing to say to that, only staring in abject horror as Crimson’s shaft throbbed, erect against her belly. Dizziness filled Crimson’s mind, and she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or blood loss from the over—sized dick getting hard.

“Scream for Peach,” Crimson said as she pushed her blunt tip to the virgin cunny. “So she’ll know the pain in store for her.”

“Holy Celestia,” Gorat said from his corner.

Crimson assumed she impressed him. It wasn’t that hard to know how though. She’d watched her father murder several ponies, so she treated them the same as he would.

Getting a stallion-sized shaft into an underage hole required patience, especially for somepony that had never used a dick. Crimson pressed against the tight hole, but popped out several times, sliding up along Lilac’s belly instead. She grinned, letting Lilac think she was teasing her rather than letting on how frustrated it made her.

When she popped inside, she squealed as loudly as Lilac did. The damp warmth of the immature pussy stretching over her shaft was incredible. She couldn’t have gone easy on Lilac if she wanted; it felt too good. She rammed as far as she could, wanting as much of her dick in that wonderful hole as she could. Lilac’s writhing made it all the better.

“That’s it,” Crimson moaned. “You’re moaning just like me. Funny how pain and pleasure sound the same, isn’t it?”

“Please, it hurts bad!” Lilac sobbed, but couldn’t have expected it to do any good.

“Stop it!” demanded Peach, the sex swing creaking with her struggles.

Instead, Crimson drew back and began long heavy strokes. She put all her force behind it, shivering as the eight-year-old cunt lips slid down her shaft, bathing every curve and vein in its warmth. She plowed her victim, forcing her way deeper with each thrust, feeling blood drool down the base of her shaft as she slammed her tip into Lilac’s cervix.

“Do you like that?” Gorat asked. He came closer, sliding a hoof over Crimson’s hips to feel her muscles tense with each thrust. “Now you know what it feels like to rape your scrawny plot. Do you still blame me?”

“Yes, to both,” Crimson grunted. “I hate myself though, if that makes you feel better.”

“It does,” grinned Gorat.

Crimson ignored him rubbing at her plot as her dick pummeled its way through Lilac’s cervix and into her immature womb. The bawling foal stretched to the limit and beyond, fragile tunnel tearing and prolapsing outward when Crimson drew back. They didn’t slap bellies until Crimson was stretching the back wall of Lilac’s cock cavity.

She didn’t last more than a few minutes, not that she’d seen any stallion last much longer. As she exploded inside, she took in Lilac’s expression of humiliation and despair, and enjoyed painting her insides white that much more for it.

Crimson panted as she pulled free with a lewd slurp, then looked back to the tools she’d sat on the table with them. She’d seen ponies die in multiple ways, but she needed to do something creative if she wanted this to count. Looking at her crying friends, she knew what she’d do, something creative enough to satisfy her father.

Retrieving a tourniquet from a package full of them, she tied it about Lilac’s shoulder. Lilac squeaked and looked at it in confusion.

“What are you doing?” asked Lilac.

“I’m going to unbind you,” Crimson answered, picking up a hacksaw from the table next to them. “With this!”

“You’ll cut my binds off?” asked Lilac. “Why not just untie me?”

“You misunderstand,” Crimson said as she waved the hack saw in front of her face. It already had dried blood on it. “I’m going to saw your legs off. Then you won’t be tied up anymore!”

Lilac entered panic mode when Crimson tied off her other foreleg with a tourniquet too, but there wasn’t a lot she could do. The little filly was spread eagle and the struggles of her tiny body were barely enough to rock the table.

“No don’t please!” Lilac begged before her pleading devolved to jabbering beneath her sobbing. “You said you wouldn’t kill me first!”

“Stop it!” screamed Peach from above them.

“Sawing your legs off won’t kill you if done right,” Crimson tied the remaining limbs, double-checking to make sure Lilac wouldn’t bleed out before suffering enough.

“No, no, no,” Lilac repeated and shook her head as Crimson put the saw against her nearest foreleg.

Crimson held the saw with her muzzle. She added force with telekinesis, but wanted to feel the grinding of metal on bone with her teeth. Lilac rocked the table with her struggles, despite her tiny size, but it didn’t help. Crimson drew the saw back to slice into her flesh, eliciting a delightful scream as the flesh separated.

Crimson continued to saw, blood splattering on her face as she moved. It sliced through the flesh easily, but once she got to the bone, it was tough work even with the sharpness enchantment on the saw. Crimson pulled and pushed with her muzzle, propping herself on one foreleg as the other stroked her well-used colt-bits as she ground through the bone.

Enjoying the moment to the fullest, Crimson didn’t notice that by rocking the table, Lilac was shifting the dagger that Crimson left there closer. She caught the shimmer of metal as Lilac grabbed hold of the blade in her muzzle and swung it at Crimson’s face.

Releasing the saw from her muzzle and jerking aside, Crimson avoided having her eye put out. Instead the blade caught on her ear, stabbing through it and tearing a chunk free when Crimson jerked back. Lilac shrieked and swung the knife around as Crimson pulled away.

Crimson groaned, yanking the knife away from her victim with telekinesis. She tossed it and the hammer onto the table next to them, but couldn’t be angry. She let the blood flow down her face as she took hold of the saw again, grinding again without reprimand or witty comment.

When it cracked through the bone, Crimson twisted it, leaving a slab of loose flesh hanging from Lilac’s shoulder as she pulled the leg free. She held it where Lilac could see, letting the blood from the twitching limb splatter on her face. She looked up to Peach, who stared at the limb and her sister in abject horror.

“So,” Crimson asked, loud to be heard over the screams. “If I buck Peach with Lilac’s severed leg, does it count as incest?”

“What?!” stammered Peach like the concept broke her. When Crimson floated the leg behind her, she added with an even louder shriek. “That won’t fit!”

“Don’t be like that,” countered Crimson. “You should have more self-confidence. I believe in you!”

It would take effort with how Peach was rocking the sex swing. She put the hoof to Peach’s tiny slit, then pulled it back, pondering before turning it around and putting the jagged severed bone against it instead. When shoving that in proved more difficult than she’d hoped, she pulled it back.

“You need to relax, filly,” Crimson shook her head. “Talk about a tightwad.”

Instead, Crimson dropped the leg atop Lilac, leaving her to scream at it while she concentrated on Peach a moment. She stood on her hind hooves atop the table, grabbing Peach’s plump behind in both forehooves and pushing her horn against her pussy instead. That proved much easier to fit, the tapered tip pushing up through her tunnel and poking through her virginity.

Crimson was no wizard, but it wasn’t hard to charge up her horn enough to hurt her in this position. Peach screeched and thrashed as Crimson sent as much raw energy as she could into her, pushing outward from her horn using telekinesis to stretch out her insides.

When she yanked her horn free, blood and fluid coated it. She yanked the hole further open as Peach’s screams raised an octave and rammed the jagged end of the leg inside her. She took long strokes though it was as much stabbing as it was raping. Peach’s gut bloated as it rammed all the way to the back of her womb and didn’t stop until it ripped through the back wall into her gut.

Peach lost bladder control, pissing herself as Crimson lodged the leg deep inside her. Crimson moved beneath her, letting the mix of blood and urine splatter onto her face, taking a big gulp and gargling it for the delight and horror of her victims. She tried not to make a face, pretending to enjoy the experience for the sake of her single-stallion audience.

Crimson left Peach squealing and returned her attention to Lilac. Too broken to struggle now, Lilac could only sob as Crimson worked on her second foreleg. By the time she cracked that one off, she was tiring out, and it lost its novelty once Lilac’s cries died down to a whimper.

Even Peach barely squeaked when Crimson rammed her horn into her tight little filly asshole. She stretched out Peach’s ass the same way as she had her pussy, but still had trouble forcing the second leg into it. It was shallower, having to shove through the curve in her intestines and up into her gut once again.

“I wonder if I yanked these out, if all your guts would spill out too,” Crimson mused.

“I hate you so much,” sobbed Peach between gags of intense torment.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not the only one,” Crimson replied as she put the saw against Lilac’s hind leg.

Not only did Lilac not resist. She splayed out her leg to give Crimson a better angle on it as if just wanting her to finish and end it. Crimson got a close look at Lilac’s well-raped little pussy as she sawed, the smell of her own spunk mixing with blood.

The hind leg took longer, either from thickness or because of Crimson’s exhaustion. She glanced at Gorat again, who grinned back at her.

“Ready to stop, you worthless shit?” Gorat asked. “Because I’m ready to kill your scrawny plot if you do.”

Crimson took a deep breath and continued. By the time she cracked the third leg off, Lilac’s crying had quieted to a soft gagging sound. Crimson flopped the severed leg across her chest. Lilac’s eyes moved to the leg in horror, letting Crimson know she was still conscious and feeling the beautiful torment.

She took a moment to give the legs inside Peach another shove, forcing them several inches deeper as they begun to sag. Peach gagged, her tears dripping poetically onto her sister’s stunned expression. Crimson took the hacksaw and started on the final limb, lest Gorat consider the long pause as ‘stopping’.

Crimson twisted the last leg off before the bone was cut all the way, twisting it into splinters and wrenching it free. This time she dropped it onto the floor, letting the hacksaw fall next to it. She panted as she picked up the hammer in her muzzle next. She crawled up onto Lilac again, looking her dead in the eyes, speaking around the hammer in her maw.

“Ready to die?” Crimson smirked at her.

Lilac sniffled and nodded her head.

“And you?” Crimson looked up at Peach.

“Please just finish it,” Peach sobbed, more able to speak than her sister.

“I can’t imagine how you must feel,” pondered Crimson. “Such amazing agony, longing for death. Lucky little sluts.”

Crimson stood on her hind legs above Lilac’s face, looking Peach in the eyes. She held the swinging foal steady in her magic and brought the hammer down as hard as she could onto her head. Peach shrieked anew at the pain of the impact, but Crimson didn’t stop to enjoy. She brought it down on her again and again.

The exhaustion would have kept Crimson from moving, but self-preservation drove her onward. It was kill or die for her. She continued to smash Peach’s head until her adorable plump cheeks were bruised and swollen. Peach’s jaw hung free as one side shattered, her left eye hanging free until Crimson crushed it against her face.

Peach vomited sick and blood onto Lilac’s face as her skull cracked open. Lilac spit most of it out, closing her eyes and trying to close her muzzle. Crimson didn’t allow it, instead slamming the hammer into the side of Lilac’s face, not stopping until her jaw snapped, leaving her muzzle hanging open, limp and bloody.

Death throes rocked Peach’s body as her brains spilled out through her cracked skull into Lilac’s muzzle. Crimson didn’t allow Lilac to spit them up this time, instead using her magic to pile more brains, gore, and vomit into Lilac’s muzzle. Lilac herself tried to throw up, only for Crimson to shove it down her throat.

Crimson moved down to Lilac as she suffocated on her sister’s brains, taking a deep breath before pushing her still throbbing shaft tip against Lilac’s tight little ass. She was getting better at it already, using her telekinesis to pull Lilac’s tailhole open enough to penetrate. She panted as the warmth covered her once again, thrusting slowly.

“There you go, die,” Crimson drooled on Lilac’s face as it turned purple and blue. “Next time I cum, it’ll be in your cooling corpse.”

She couldn’t have gotten off before Lilac was dead if she tried. Her whole body ached from the spent effort, only hard because the bits were from a magical potion. As Lilac’s eyes rolled back and the sweet embrace of death took her, Crimson squeaked at how her insides convulsed in a perverse deathgasm.

As she felt Lilac’s heart flutter to a stop, she released her muzzle and concentrated on nailing her freshly-minted corpse. For a few minutes, her body had a fight between cumming and vomiting, wanting to do the later more than the former. Crimson wasn’t sure how long it took, but couldn’t have been more exhausted by the time she blew her wad again inside Lilac’s dead asshole.

Crimson yanked free, tumbling backwards off the table. She fell onto her back on the hard cement floor and hurled a fountain of vomit herself. She’d choked to death on it had Gorat not been there to help, though he helped by kicking her head so hard that she skidded across the floor.

“Well you didn’t let your victims see you pussy out at the end, so I guess it counts,” Gorat chuckled.

“Sleep?” Crimson begged, the confidence she pretended to have earlier gone.

“You can sleep,” Gorat grinned. “Down here, cuddled up to the corpses of your dyke friends. In fact, you’ll be sleeping with, and bucking them, every night until you finish what you promised. And don’t think I’ll be preserving them like my toys. I suggest you get that done before they’re crawling with maggots… I can’t imagine that would be sanitary.”

“Neat.” Crimson gave the best response she was capable of.

“Great!” grinned Gorat. “Now spread your legs, you little shit. I’m gonna get rid of the boner you gave me in your ass before I go upstairs.”

Crimson rolled herself onto her belly and poked her plot into the air as best she could. She doubted she’d even feel it in her condition. As she did, she licked up her own blood that still drooled from her nicked ear.

A potion would regrow the bit of missing ear if you drank one now, but Crimson decided to let it heal that way instead. That way she’d have a way to remember her first ever snuffy exploit. It’d be a nice reminder to hate herself every time she looked in a mirror.

5. Method

Crimson didn’t want to do this. It made her sick, and there wasn’t much left that could do so. But she had to, and she had to like it. If she screwed this up, her father would literally buck her to death as punishment.

She entered Hayscartes’ home with the key he gave her, heading inside and looking for him.

“Is that you, Crimson?” Hayscartes’ called from his office. “Could you bring me my tea that I left on the table on your way back here? Senile old me left it in there.”

Well that was lucky, for her. She pulled the small vial out of her backpack, uncorking it and dumping the contents into the tea. She put the vial back into her backpack, stirred the tea to hide the discoloration, and carried it back with her.

“There you are,” Hayscartes’ said as she came into the office, taking the tea. “Thanks. You know, you’re an early bird, just like me. Were your folks even awake when you left home?”

“No,” answered Crimson quietly.

The study room was a mess, scrolls and parchment everywhere. The only thing he kept neat was his research notes for his method, carefully bound in a thick book so that nopony else ran across them by chance. Nopony but Crimson, at least. She was the only one he’d trusted with his research, at least until three weeks from now. Then he planned to unveil it at a lecture where the Princess herself would be present.

He was such a perfectionist, waiting until he was certain everything was right before revealing it. That’d be his undoing; he’d never make the lecture.

“Are you okay dear?” Hayscarte’s asked as he sipped the tea.

“Are you okay?” Crimson asked, peering.

“I think so,” chuckled Hayscartes, taking another sip.

“How about now?” Crimson asked as he took another sip.

“My you are being unusual today,” Hayscartes said, but then suddenly looked woozy. “Actually, I am feeling a bit dizzy. Perhaps I should sit down.”

Rather than sitting down, he collapsed, tea spilling all over the study floor and drenching several parchments he’d dropped. That was fine; they weren’t the important ones.

“There we go,” Crimson smiled. Even without her father present, she felt the need to pretend she enjoyed things more than she did. “I wondered when the poison would take effect. I’m told it’s undetectable by autopsy; isn’t that a fun fact?”

“Poison?” Hayscartes gasped, trying to get to his hooves, but stumbling again. He could barely move or speak, certainly not loud enough to call for help. “Crimson, why? Is someone forcing you to do this?”

“No, why would anypony force me?” Crimson lied, chuckling. “I’m the only one that knows about your research, and who knows enough about it to steal it and make it her own.”

“The poisons is lethal?” Hayscartes whispered the loudest he could.

“No,” Crimson shook her head. “If it was, I imagine it’d be detectible. No, we’re going to play a game instead.”

“A game?” Hayscartes asked weakly. “I don’t understand Crimson. I’ve trained you as my own pupil, why would you do this?”

Crimson rolled him over onto his back, the stallion now too weak to resist even a little filly. She rolled him so that one side was against his desk, then pulled his large thinking chair against his other side, propping him so that he remained on his back. She eyed his sheath, which looked promising, though he wasn’t so much as peeking at the moment.

“What game?” Hayscartes asked again, straining to speak. He watched as the foal crawled up atop him and sat her plot against his sheath, straddling him cowpony style.

“It’s the rape game!” Crimson grinned, leaning forward, grinding her bottom against his sheath. “You want to play?”

“Crimson, No,” Hayscartes tried to writhe in such a way to tip her off, but couldn’t while pinned between the furniture.

“That’s the spirit!” grinned Crimson. She could see why her father used that line; it was a good start.

“You’ll never get away with… if you do it this way,” Hayscarte’s resisted the grinding, but even the most decent stallion couldn’t resist a warm foal’s plot.

“No, no, no,” Crimson explained. “Doing it this way is why I’ll get away with it. I’ll buck you, then claim you raped me. I’m so damaged inside from Dad and his friends raping me that it’ll be easy to convince them that you’ve been at it for some time. I finally cracked and defended myself. See?”

“I don’t even like… mares…” Hayscartes shook his head, trying to banish the fog from his mind, but attempts to power up his horn resulted in fizzling magic. “I’m sorry that your father did this to you, Crimson, but this isn’t the way. Whatever he threatened to do to you if you refused, I can protect you from.”

“Well your dick likes pussy, even if you don’t,” Crimson chuckled as it reached full throb against her slit, but then she paused. For a long moment, she considered his offer.

“I don’t blame you,” Hayscartes continued when he had her attention. “We can wait for it to wear off and I’ll take you to the authorities. I’ll tell them that you confided in me, not that you started to do… this first. Crimson, you are not a killer.”

“But I am,” Crimson shook her head. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat still. “I murdered my two best friends. I dismembered one and smashed the others head in. After and before I raped them… then I slept with their corpses as they rotted.”

Hayscartes stared in shock. It took him a few moments to form a response.

“But he forced you to,” Hayscartes said. “I know he did because I know you, that you are a kind, loving filly. You have siblings, too? We can save them as well. Your father can’t hurt you from behind bars. Please, Crimson, let me help you.”

“I can’t,” Crimson shook her head, her hips moving again. He’d started to get soft, but it sprang to life again. “I have to prove that I can take care of him myself, all by myself, and to do that, I need fame and fortune.”

If Gorat were here to see her crying, he’d probably count it against her and kill her in spite of everything, but he wasn’t. All she needed was to bring the research back, and she was set. She lifted his shaft with her magic, pulling the tip to her entrance. It acted like a wick for her cunt honey to drool downward before she pressed herself down upon him.

“You don’t want to do this,” Hayscartes moaned as the impossibly tight hole stretched over him, looking surprised and disturbed that she could take it so easily.

“No, this is the part that I want,” Crimson panted. “You’re the only stallion I know that has been nice to me, and the only one I know that I haven’t bucked. Isn’t that ironic?”

“You poor thing, please, let me…” Hayscartes started, but Crimson clenched his neck with her magic and squeezed off his air.

“Sorry,” Crimson said. “But if you keep that yammering up, I’ll never stop crying, and what kind of serial killer would I be then?”

Crimson suspected that Hayscartes was gay before, but now she was sure of it given how long it took to get him to pop. It was a pity he wouldn’t enjoy his last buck. She didn’t suspect he was just disgusted by the idea of bucking a foal because she didn’t realize that wasn’t the norm. She assumed since he was gay, he must just buck colts instead of fillies.

All the same, she enjoyed the ride. It was different to be both impaled and in control. She worked him deeper at her own pace rather than forcing it, amazed at how good it felt when it wasn’t rammed in full blast.

She kept Hayscartes quiet via holding his throat still. She kept his wind cut off until he started to go blue in the face, then released it long enough for him to take a few deep breaths. He always talked again though, so she always clenched it shut again.

Almost half an hour later, Crimson was still at it, her fur matted with sweat and both of them damp with her juices. It was a shame to snuff a stallion that could last this long, but she had to do it. As she continued, her pussy began to tighten with each stroke in a way she’d never felt before then. She clenched her teeth, drooling on Hayscartes chest like a rabid squirrel.

Her first full orgasm hit her like the Friendship Express into a cart full of filly guides. Until then she had no idea that her pussy could even do that. She squealed as she gushed over his shaft, tunnel convulsing and twisting around him.

Everything became sensitive and tingly as she came down, but she kept smacking her rump against Hayscartes. He clenched his teeth in an effort to keep his dignity, but even a gay stallion could only hold up for so long. He blasted a load into her not a minute after she gooed herself. She squeaked as she took his full load easily, belly swelling.

Finally she slowed and released his throat, panting as her hips stopped, remaining impaled upon him. She opened her saddlebag, pulling out a metal quill and waving it in front of his face.

“I’m going to slit your throat with this now, I thought it’d be a poetic way for you to die,” Crimson panted. “Any last words?”

“Please,” Hayscartes sounded teary himself. “I can’t die like this, there’s too much to do.”

“Oh so now it’s all about you,” chuckled Crimson, though her stomach was in knots now that she had come down off her rape high. “The only legacy you’ll have is that pervert foal-rapist that got what he deserved from his victim.”

Before he could beg further, and before she could lose her nerve, she sliced the quills sharp edge against his throat. She sliced back and forth several time, sawing into his flesh until it opened into a fountain of blood, then left the quill lodged there in his neck.

Crimson moaned without meaning to as his blood fountained upward and splattered her face and chest. Hayscartes gagged pitifully as the geyser of blood splurted less with each heartbeat until it came to a stop.

Squeezing the base of his shaft with her magic to keep it from going soft, Crimson pulled her pussy free and pushed it into her other hole instead. She kissed his gaping muzzle, staring into his dead, staring eyes as she forced her tailhole down on his shaft as well.

This time she forced herself hard, slamming her ass down in long strokes. It hurt like ass rape always did, but she wanted to be bleeding when she was found. Once satisfied by the amount of blood drooling down her thighs and smeared onto the corpse’s cock, she pulled herself free, pulling off and letting his cock so soft. She scooped cum from her drooling cunt, dripping it over her face for added effect.

Crimson pulled a second pack out of her saddlebags, gathering up the research notes she needed into her own bag, which she could easily say was hers. It wasn’t like they’d think to search her own bookbags.

She paused in front of a mirror to make sure she looked properly disheveled, her eyes still wet with tears. It was a good thing he managed to make her cry since that’d add to the believability. Cum drooling from her mane, his blood all over her poor traumatized body, her cutie mark, cum drooling down her thighs…

Wait what? She got her cutie mark by raping and murdering an old stallion and stealing his research? Brilliant. The image on her flank was a quill, but dipped in blood instead of ink. She hoped it didn’t make her father too proud.

Oh well, no turning back. She staggered down the hall and out the front door.

Crimson was so used to abuse that she could walk fine, but exaggerated her wobbles and cried out as she stumbled out the front door. Hayscartes lived, and died, next to Celestia’s school, and though it was early, there were still plenty of teachers arriving that she could stagger over to and tell.

She ran her cover story through her head once more. She staggered towards the first professor she saw to tell him how she was tragically forced to defend herself against her long-term rapist.

7. Betrayal (Epilogue)

Crimson knew it couldn’t last forever, though she didn’t expect it to crash down so fast. This had gotten interesting.

Hacking the Ministry of Magitech’s maneframe and giving the New Lunar Republic balefire technology probably took her spying too far. Crimson hoped for a reward, like a nicer place to live and more victims. Instead, Crimson being caught spying meant she outlived her usefulness, so she wasn’t likely to be gifted anything. Crimson really should have read the fine print of the agreement she signed with Nightmare, though to be fair it was hard to read it in the dark.

“You called?” Delger asked as Crimson greeted him at the door to the airship. He didn’t mention how out of the blue her request was; cleaners were supposed to work on short notice. Luckily, this also meant he wouldn’t see this as suspicious. He had no idea that Crimson wasn’t still on good terms with his side.

“Great timing!” Crimson said. “We’re going to rape and murder my family!” Also not suspicious. That really said something about Crimson. “You got the stuff?”

“I brought what you asked for, but am I doing this personally?” asked Delger. “I don’t, usually.”

“Aw come on,” said Crimson. “How can you refuse a gilf, a milf, and a filly? Anyway, the plan is that you dose me with Aphrodite’s Touch first, that way when I get tested later they’ll assume I only did it because of that. Then we’re going to kill everypony while my nifty new security cameras record the whole thing. Then you’ll leave.”

The security cameras were always a backup plan. She had them installed, but then pretended to constantly have technical difficulties with them whenever she needed to turn them off.

“So we record it and pretend you’re drugged?” asked Delger. It wasn’t that he minded being seen on camera; it wasn’t like anypony knew who he was. But it probably seemed strange since Crimson usually just had him get rid of the bodies. Still, he only arched his eyebrow for a second, used to accepting strange orders.

“It’s cause I need to do a thing,” Crimson grinned. “Anyway, the family is at the pool, waiting for me to come back from answering the door.”

“Fine,” shrugged Delger. “How old is your little sister? Like eight?” It was less eagerness and more dread in his voice. For a stallion that cleaned up bodies for a living, he was reluctant to make corpses.

“Try to enjoy it,” Crimson had a hard time believing he wouldn’t. “Anyway the camera for the entrance here is conveniently malfunctioning.” Crimson pulled a bottle of Aphrodite’s Touch from her pocket, scarfed it down, then tossed it on the floor. “The audio on the other cameras is also conveniently malfunctioning. Pity they won’t be able to hear the screams when they watch it.”

“That much Touch is lethal,” Delger commented, but didn’t sound like he cared either. “Whatever. Let’s begin.”

“It has to be a lot to convince them I was temporary snuff-crazy,” chuckled Crimson. “Besides, I have a soul gem implanted. Even if they find me dead, they’ll bring me back for questioning.” Dying from overdose from Aphrodite Touch was supposed to be agonizing; she was looking forward to it.

“Whatever,” Delger said as he stepped into the airship, closing the door behind him. It was his job not to ask too many questions.

Delger grabbed Crimson and slammed her head against the wall hard enough to leave a dent. He slammed it several more times, enough to break her nose with a nice smudge of her blood. Crimson staggered as he let her go.

“No, no, no,” Crimson complained. “Never start with the head!”

“The injury has to be realistic,” Delgar shrugged. “Going for the head makes sense for a unicorn victim.”

“Actually it feels kinda nice, the drug must be kicking in,” moaned Crimson. “Anyway, let’s get started.”

Crimson had to make this look real, and have fun, but also finish before Starlight’s goons found her airship’s location to reacquire Crimson or question her family.

Crimson wobbled from both the blood drooling down her face and the drug. Happy honey poured down her thighs like a faucet as the effects hit her and she felt her mind cloud. Fortunately victims of the drug didn’t lose their memory, so she’d get to keep that.

Delger tossed Crimson over his back, carrying her into the airship. He had Crimson direct him to where the pool was, despite knowing the way, effectively making it seem that he drugged her to make her help.

When they entered the pool area, they found Crimson’s family relaxing on the pool side. It was nice to have a pool on the airship, and it meant they got to murder in the bright sunshine. Somehow it felt liberating to murder outside.

White Heart was laying on the side, writing on her recent novel. She’d been doing that more now that she wasn’t constantly being tortured by Gorat, but sadly she’d never get to finish it. In the pool was Rym and Aqua. Rym currently leaned over the edge with her bottom half in the pool while Aqua floated around in there.

Aqua also had her muzzle between Rym’s thighs, eagerly eating her out. That should be a nice starting point for the investigators when they watched the camera footage later.

Delger didn’t waste words, heading towards White Heart. Crimson understood well enough and staggered towards Rym herself. She laughed hysterically as she pulled her sisters out of the water and away from Aqua. The Touch made even the slightest touch against another living thing glorious; Crimson moaned just from the contact.

“Crimson?” asked White Heart as she looked up, but couldn’t do more.

Delger smashed her face against the pavement until her nose broke. He produced one of the horn restraints that Crimson had asked him to bring, and clamped it down onto White Heart’s horn to keep her from casting. He then turned to find a laughing Crimson holding down a confused Rym, so he strolled over and clamped a horn restraint on her as well.

“Oh is this a game?” asked Aqua. “Are we gonna kill Mommies? That would be fun! But why did you bring a stallion?”

“For realism,” Crimson said. “Nopony would suspect me cooperating with anything with a natural dick.”

“Ow,” White Heart held her nose. “Realism for what?”

“Okay here’s the gist of it,” Crimson chuckled. “I got caught spying. But if I have this guy from the New Lunar Republic dose me with lethal amounts of Touch and murder you. They’ll believe me when I say that I only spied because they threatened my family. See?”

“You’re a spy for the NLR!?” stammered White Heart.

“Is that why you kept us here?” asked Rym from beneath Crimson. “In case this happened and you needed to kill us.”

“Yep,” chuckled Crimson.

“Wait, am I gonna get killed too?” Aqua asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” shrugged Crimson. “You can help first though! Just pretend we told you that we’d spare you if you helped. Like… look reluctant for the security camera.”

“You got it, Crimmy!” Aqua nodded, smiled, then remembered to act and frowned instead. Crimson hated to kill a willing little monster like her, but couldn’t risk her being questioned. Pity.

“But my book,” White Heart had her priorities down. “I only need a few weeks to finish it at most!”

“I’ll finish it,” shrugged Crimson.

“I don’t think my readers want it to end with everyone having sudden violent deaths,” sighed White Heart. She was too whipped to really rage about it, but at least she’d lived a more comfortable whipped life than before here.

“Look, it’s decided,” purred Crimson. “You’re dying. Deal with it. Look at the bright side; I don’t have time to torture you all so it’ll be pretty quick asphyxiation rather than bloody stuff.”

“Fine,” Rym sighed and went limp against the concrete. She had long ago become too broken to try escape.

“I’ll do your mom first,” said Delger casually. “Have the little one hold down the other one while you rape her.”

Delger tossed Crimson a potion marked with a male sex symbol, which she laughed hysterically as she popped open and guzzled it down. Sadly it was a store bought potion so didn’t hurt, but thanks to the Touch it felt amazing either way. And it did what Crimson needed; give her a nice hard dick.

Aqua was such a cooperative little runt, though the brainwashing of being constantly told she’d die soon and it’d be fun probably had something to do with it. She put on a good act, crying as she crawled out of the pool to help hold Rym down. It sounded fake, but looked real enough.

“I’d rather be killed by my daughter, if that’s okay,” White grunted as Delger climbed atop her from behind, grinding his pulsating meat against her nethers.

“You don’t deserve to be,” chuckled Crimson. “You deserve to die with nasty stallion dick in you.”

“She’ll kill you when you’re done,” White Heart said to Delger.

“No, she won’t,” Delger sounded confident. “Nightmare wouldn’t take her back if she did.”

Crimson tried not to laugh at that. Poor Delger thought she was doing this to get back to her spying in Equestria, not so that she could betray the NLR. Though even if that weren’t true, he obviously hadn’t been around ponies overdosing on Touch. If he had, he’d know that it could make the nicest pony enjoy even acts that endangered them.

White grunted, tears rolling down her face as Delger pushed into her over-used pussy. He groaned at the warmth and wetness around his shaft, if disappointed that such a broken pony neither massaged on purpose nor convulsed in discomfort. Still, pussy was pussy, and soon he was enjoying himself, taking long heavy thrusts into her from behind.

Crimson pinned Rym onto her back on the pavement, kicking her legs apart and flopping her own dick against her thighs. Rym. Aqua continued her pretend crying and held down Rym’s upper half, not that she needed to, as Crimson pushed her tip against Rym’s soft pussy.

“Do you hate yourself?” asked Rym.

“More than you ever could,” moaned Crimson at the feel of slippery flesh around her. It was the truth. Crimson hated herself more with every horrific act she committed, starting with her first time raping Rym and the deaths of her two best friends.

Ponies that might think Crimson couldn’t feel guilt and self-hate were wrong. She could feel it so intensely; she just enjoyed it. She punished herself by continuing to punish those around her. It was a beautiful downward spiral.

“None of us hate you,” Rym said. “We feel bad for you.”

Crimson moaned. That would make for such delicious self-hatred later.

Even without Rym clenching, the drug assaulted Crimson’s mind with pleasure magnified exponentially. Every twitch made her dizzy, and a full thrust left her shaking in bliss. She made sure to face so that the camera could see her dilated, unfocused eyes, as well as her jerky movements that were typical of Touch overdose.

In Crimson’s conditions it was impossible to go more than sixty seconds without popping a load. But it was also impossible to feel the need to stop after it. Crimson painted Rym’s insides white, then yanked herself only to push into her sister’s ass next. Rym loosened up for her, discomfort etched on her face though she was far past feeling intense pain from it.

Aqua tried not to giggle as she ‘reluctantly’ moved to sit on Rym’s face, grinding her foal cunt against Rym’s muzzle. Rym must have been feeling more affectionate towards the little psychopath, since she actively lapped at the tiny pussy, pushing her tongue within and playing with the clit.

Delger let Crimson do her thing with her sisters while pushing White Heart to the edge of the pool. He continued to ram her from behind, speeding up with each stroke. Her juice drooled down their thighs and off his swinging ball sack to make a puddle on the edge of the pool while White Heart stared into the water.

“Just a bit,” Delger said between clenched teeth. “As soon as I cum, you’re drowning.”

“No kill her first!” Crimson called over. “You haven’t lived until you’ve felt a deathgasm on your dick!”

Delger grunted in disgust, but all the same couldn’t keep himself from taking the advice. He pushed White Heart’s face into the water with one hoof as his other hoof and wings kept her hindquarters from collapsing.

White Heart didn’t even try to hold her breath. Instead, she breathed out as she was being pushed down so that she could breathe in a lung-full of water as soon as her muzzle was beneath the surface. The chlorine in the pool stung like hell, but she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so she could finally rest from her shit life.

“That’s it, bitch, just let it happen,” grunted Delger, also unable to resist a little dirty talk.

Delger had been trying to finish as quickly as possible, but now he tried to hold it back. The idea of a deathgasm had him a little curious, and it’d sure be better than this limp-pussied slut not providing an iota of internal clenching.

As White Heart began to shiver from lack of oxygen, he felt her pussy finally tense up, sporadically at first. When she hit her full death throes though, her pussy exploded in convulsions like he’d never felt before. He lost himself and moaned louder than even Crimson was, blowing his load into the freshly dead pussy seconds after her last blast of bliss washed over his shaft.

He panted for a moment, coming down from his sex high a bit as he felt the warmth of White Heart’s death piss flowing down his legs. He pulled back finally, pulling free with a lewd slurp and casually push the dead mare into the pool where she floated face-down.

“Somehow that felt more like doing her a favor than killing her,” Delger smirked.

“I can kill her, right?” asked Aqua as she continued to ride Rym’s face. “I haven’t gotten to kill any mares.”

“You better believe you can, ya little snuff slut,” Crimson groaned. “Here, let’s suffocate her in your little cunt.”

“Great idea!” Aqua sounded like she was smiling even if she was trying not to.

Crimson creamed a second time within a few minutes, blasting a load into Rym’s tail hole instead. She didn’t pause, simply pulling out of the ass and going right back to the pussy for sloppy seconds. At the same time, she kissed little Aqua deeply, pushing her down onto Rym’s face. Rym cooperated, closing her muzzle tightly to make the process easier as the eight-year-old pussy stretched widely around it.

Much like White Heart, Rym exhaled before she popped in and didn’t try to hold her breath, though she didn’t have as much fluid to breathe in either. Still, Aqua Drops seemed to love the suction that Rym’s lungs gave her insides as she instinctively tried to pull in anything at all.

“Can I be bucked to death instead of suffocated?” Aqua asked randomly.

“We’ll see,” Crimson groaned, already close to another orgasm.

When she came into Rym’s convulsing body next, Crimson was joined by a squeal from Aqua Drops. They both went over the edge together, Crimson giving Rym’s insides a second coat of white paint while Aqua flooded Rym’s muzzle and lungs with her creamy arousal. Aqua groaned and shook as she moved her hooves to feel of Rym’s chest, wanting to feel the moment her heart stopped.

Crimson decided to feel her dying sister’s last moments up the ass, so yanked free once more and pushed into her slimy tail hole once again. This time Rym clenched down whether she wanted to or not; running out of air tended to have that effect. She slid her hooves next to Aqua’s feeling the frantic thump of Rym’s heart as she made out with their little sister.

For such a broken pony, Rym’s last moments were glorious on Crimson’s dick, though that might have been the Touch talking. Crimson creamed harder than ever when she felt Rym’s death throes shiver through her behind. She blasted Rym’s intestines with so much juice that even with the magic fueling the dick, it made Crimson dizzy from the experience.

Crimson pulled free again, lowering her head to allow Rym’s death urine to wash over her face, lapping at it like a water fountain. When she looked up, Delger stood behind Aqua staring at them. Even if he participated, he clearly knew how bucked up this was.

“You want to buck the filly while she drowns?” asked Delger, a calmness in his voice that didn’t belong there.

“Let’s buck her to death,” grinned Crimson. “I’ll take her pussy since you don’t deserve her female parts, and you can take her tail hole.”

“Try to do him while I’m still alive,” Aqua whispered to Crimson while Delger was still too far to hear it. She was such a bright little cookie.

“What?” asked Delger as he came closer.

“She wants to feel my dick come out her muzzle while she’s still alive!” Crimson grinned.

“Right,” Delger said, moving closer and sitting up on his haunches and picking up Aqua off of Rym’s face. “Are you big enough for that?”

“Tsk,” Crimson chuckled. “I guess you wouldn’t know this, but cocks given by potion are more easy to manipulate via magic, even a scrub like me can manage to lengthen it.”

Delger grunted as Crimson moved close, and Aqua squealed in delight as she felt both of their shafts push against her from below. Delger leaned forward to kiss Crimson, and Crimson acted as if she would. Then she bit down on his tongue causing him to jerk his head back.

“Don’t kiss me, stallion,” Crimson spit out the word as if it was the worst insult imaginable. She felt proud for doing so; it was quite a feat to deny herself physical contact in her current condition.

Delger just grunted again and decided to get it done, grasping Aqua’s behind more tightly. Even he got uncomfortable looking at the drugged hateful expression on Crimson’s face, so looked away at White Heart’s corpse floating in the pool. It was a less disturbing sight.

As the two pushed her downward, Aqua took the two dicks more easily than any foal ever should, squeaking blissfully as both her little holes were stretched to their limit. Crimson groaned at the expert cock-massage that Aqua’s pussy unleashed, while Delger groaned at the tightness of the little ass, lubricated only with White’s juice and urine.

Neither held back, ramming upwards into the tiny body. .Aqua shivered and felt her front hooves over her gut to feel her body bloat with the two thick shafts. Her pussy was pouring juice, more excited at her own death than anypony Crimson had ever killed.

“You’re shaking all silly like,” groaned Aqua.

“Mmph, yeah,” Crimson said. “I overdosed on Aphrodite Touch. I’ll die a agonizing death shortly after killing you.” She left out that they’d bring her back with her nifty prototype soul gem, or that she’d enjoy her agonizing death due to the effects of the drug.

“Cool!” Aqua squeaked. “I wish I could see you die, but good to know you’ll die a painful death too.”

“Mmm, you’re such a sweetie,” Crimson grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

“This is bucked up,” grunted Delger, but didn’t stop thrusting either.

Aqua’s cervix gave easily, if it was even still there after how many times it’d been ripped open, and Crimson pushed up into her womb. It wasn’t long before she pumped it with a load of seed, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to thrust.

When Crimson’s horn glowed, Delgar assumed it was for the dick lengthening she mentioned earlier, but that wasn’t it yet. Instead, she used her magic to pull a loose bit of tile free from the edge of the pool. It’d be a good stabbing implement without seeming strange at a pool. She hovered it behind him, waiting patiently.

As his body tensed in orgasm and he blasted the little one’s bowels with nasty stallion spunk, Crimson brought the tile around and suddenly rammed it into his neck. His eyes widened at her betrayal, but it was too late for him to do anything as she ripped the tile across his neck and sliced it deep.

A waterfall of blood poured out, drenching Crimson’s front and Aqua’s whole body. It was a good thing that the cameras didn’t have a good shot of Aqua from this position. It’d be hard for them to explain why the foal opened her muzzle wide and guzzled as much of it as she could, giggling the entire time.

As Delger thrashed against them, Crimson held him steady with her hooves as she used her magic to lengthen her cock. She did so rapidly, bursting through the back of Aqua’s womb. The drug even seemed to improve her thrusting ability, and it wasn’t long before the shaft pushed up between the little one’s lungs.

“Bye Cri…” Aqua said, but was cut off half-way when she vomited blood, a mix of her own and what she’d drank from Delger.

Delger was fading as Crimson’s shaft tip exited Aqua’s muzzle, so Crimson grabbed his head and pushed it down to her cock tip, forcing it into his muzzle. He looked at her with a confused expression as she blasted her load right through Aqua Drops and into his throat.

Seconds later, Crimson was the only one left alive on the airship. She dropped back onto the pavement, Aqua still impaled on her shaft, and pulled Rym and White to either side with her magic. She wanted to buck them all again, but had reached the point that she could barely even twitch.
Her heart drummed heavy in her ears, breathing erratic, and she knew she’d die soon. She was gambling that they’d find her like this and revive her, but if they didn’t, it wasn’t such a bad way to end.

6. Power

Once she had her cutie mark. Crimson changed her last name from Lockheart to Prose. Plenty of ponies changed their name when they got their cutie mark though for her it was more not wanting his name.

Years had passed since then. Crimson dragged Hayscartes’ name through the mud, while she’d gone down in history for creating an ingenious new sub-branch of magic. It had become known as Crimson’s Method.

But Gorat never saw a single bit. Crimson got Celestia’s attention soon after publishing and became one of her students. She wasn’t Celestia’s protégé like Starlight Glimmer, but all the same she got to live at the castle, out of his reach. She knew he didn’t dare call her on it or demand she come home, lest he draw attention to his own deeds. From there she moved on to be a popular author and earned a position as head of the Ministry of News, though it was more a ministry of war propaganda.

Once out of the household, Crimson confirmed what she’d always suspected: Mares were in charge of their society. That meant Gorat, not Crimson, was the one that didn’t know their place.

The rest of her family stayed together though Crimson knew the females stayed under duress. They’d even added a few new foals to the family, one by White Heart, one by Rym, and one still inside Rym. She wasn’t sure who fathered which, but one daughter approached her seventh birthday, and Crimson knew what that meant. Crimson thought it was a great tradition to break in a filly on her seventh birthday, but she didn’t want Gorat to be the one to enjoy it.

It must have surprised them when Crimson invited them to hold the birthday party on her personal airship, especially since she hadn’t contacted them for years. Gorat didn’t dare decline an invitation that Crimson announced to all lest he draw attention to himself.

Crimson gave her personal guard the day off so she could spend it with her family, but didn’t keep herself unguarded. Instead, she borrowed guards from the New Lunar Republic and dressed them in Canterlot armor. It hid that they were bat ponies when the armor’s enchantment made them look like every other guard. The newer armor didn’t do that, since Celestia realized what a ridiculous security flaw such an effect was, but this was older armor. Either way, Crimson knew these wouldn’t report her activities to Canterlot authorities as the guards that the Ministry provided her would.

Benefits like this was the primary reason she spied for the NLR. She now had the power to take care of things in the manner she wanted. She would use her own authority, without the help of a single stallion or superior, to put them in the place all stallions should be. The ground.

Crimson decorated her dining room as theirs had been during her own seventh birthday. The table, chairs, and even dishes were the same. She even had the cake made as she remembered it, the cake she had been face down in when her own virginity got raped away. She waited at the table, watching out the window as her family boarded.

Despite her asking them to board from a secluded port, and the airship flying toward secluded airspace, Gorat looked annoyed rather than concerned. With his ego, he still thought she wouldn’t pull anything significant, that she still feared him too much to go that far. He expected this to be merely frustrating. Dio at least looked fascinated by his surroundings though still annoyed.

White Heart had cleaned up and brushed her mane for once, which was nice. Since Crimson doubted Gorat cared how she looked during this visit, it meant her mother still liked her enough to want to look nice. Rym had earned a bomb cutie mark, which made it all the more tragic she hadn’t been allowed to use it.

The new foals were a varied bunch. The filly bore by White Heart, the one about to turn seven, was Aqua Drops, a pegasus with a sea-green coat. She had lighter green eyes that matched the color of her white-striped mane. She seemed surprisingly not-broken, even excited to be here. Crimson couldn’t remember any pegasus family members, but with pony genetics, it might have skipped a dozen generations. At least they didn’t force the last name Lockheart on her.

The 9-year-old colt born by Rym was Circus Prize, and Crimson could see why they named him that, because he reminded her of one in color. His coat was light blue and his mane was red and white, with matching red eyes. It also matched the red on his cutie mark, an ace of diamonds. He saw fit to wear a burgundy shirt and blue tie to the dinner, but that was fine. It’d look good with blood on it.

Rym still carried the last foal. Crimson didn’t know what gender it’d be, but Rym looked ready to pop so it’d be easy to tell with magic if they didn’t already know. Crimson hoped Rym didn’t mind her murdering it if it was a colt. It was for her own good.

“There’s my precious family!” Crimson grinned as Gorat entered the dining hall, the rest of the family behind him. “Come on in. I have seats for each of you and cake, my favorite cake.”

“Hello dear,” White Heart said. “It’s so good to see how well you’ve done for yourself.”

“It’s a nice place Crimmy,” Rym whispered.

“She hasn’t gotten everything she deserves yet,” commented Gorat, glaring at her like he expected to intimidate her.

Crimson ignored the comment. Then Gorat’s glare lost confidence as he heard a click and realized Crimson’s guards locked and barred the door.

“Try the tea,” Crimson tapped the tea glass in front of her. “I poured all of you some.” She turned to look at Gorat. “Have some.”

Gorat took the words as a challenge, as Crimson knew he would, determined not to be intimidated. He turned up his tea and took several large gulps, keeping his eyes on her as if calling her bluff. The others sipped their own.

“Recognize it, Daddy?” said Crimson. “You taught me the recipe.”

“What are you talking about?” Gorat asked. Such an ego; it should be delightful to shatter.

“Remember? I gave it to Hayscartes before I murdered him,” Crimson smiled at him.

Gorat’s eyes widened. He looked at the guards, surprised Crimson would admit such in front of them. They held their position with no reaction. As the tea’s effect kicked in, any hint of pride vanished from his face. Dio and Circus followed after Gorat as all three males collapsed out of their chairs.

“What is this?” White Heart asked. She looked at the colts on the floor, then back to Crimson. She took a deep breath. “Very well. I’m ready.”

“Oh stop, I’m not going to kill you, Mom,” Crimson smirked. “Yet. I’m giving you what you always wanted. A chance to give Dad a taste of his own medicine and then walk home a free mare.”

“What?” Gorat asked from the floor. “But you can’t get away with just killing us.” As if he hadn’t gotten away with it plenty of times.

“Please,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “Covering things up is literally my job description. If I can cover up half of what Starlight Glimmer does at the Ministry of Magitech from both the public and Celestia, I can cover this. Besides, it’s not like the ladies will disagree with my version of events, will they?”

White Heart and Rym shook their heads, eyes wide at the warning in Crimson’s voice. Rym sunk into her chair until she was barely visible over the table. Aqua, on the other hoof, didn’t quite grasp the urgency.

“If I agree, can we have cake now?” Aqua asked.

“We can,” Crimson smirked. She liked Aqua already. “Or we can hold off on that so it’s more amusing when you’re face down in it losing your virginity.”

“Oh, we’re still gonna play that game?” Aqua said, “Phew, I thought we wouldn’t get to… can we play it now?”

“Patience,” said Crimson. “I want to kill the colts first so they don’t get to outlive your virginity.”

“How do I get bucked without colts?” asked Aqua. “Oh! Am I gonna buck their corpses?”

“You can if that’s your thing,” shrugged Crimson. “But I have gender change potions. My friend Gora Soul is the Minister of Alchemy, so I get some nice potions for cheap. Anyway, first we…”

But White Heart had already begun. She grabbed Gorat around the throat, dragging him onto the table and knocking over dishes, but sparing the cake. Crimson grinned, pulling Dio and Circus to flop onto the table, making sure they’d all have a good view of one another.

“Crimson, you don’t have to do this,” Dio grunted.

“I don’t,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “Which is good! Where’s the meaning if I do it without choice?”

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” White Heart panted, glaring at Gorat.

For once, Gorat had nothing to say.

“Thought I didn’t have the balls?” Crimson asked him. “Well I guess I don’t have balls at the moment, but guess who else won’t have them at the end of this?”

Crimson opened the nearby cabinet where she’d stored many useful potions. She floated three purple potions from the cabinet and moved one to each male in the room. She forced their muzzles open with her magic and poured the potions in, then forced the muzzle shut until they swallowed it all.

“These will keep them from dying too fast,” said Crimson. “Not only that, but they intensify pain, even make pleasure painful.” Crimson loved having a psychotic alchemist friend.

“Um are we going to murder Circus?” Rym asked. “Because you know, he’s sort of my foal.”

“Please don’t,” Circus teared up, sputtering after having the potion forced into him. “I’ll be good I promise!”

“Nothing here that currently has a dick is leaving alive,” Crimson said. “Nor is anypony I think I can’t trust to keep their muzzle shut. Is that a problem?” She looked long and hard at Rym.

“No,” stammered Rym.

“Am I going to get to kill you, Rym?” Crimson asked.

“You can trust me, I swear!” Rym said, tears rolling down her face. “Crimmy please…”

It was good to be the intimidating one.

“It’s for your own good, Rym,” Crimson assured. “You should learn to live without stallions. Though that reminds me: Whose foal is who’s?” Crimson asked. “And what gender is Rym’s foal?”

“Aqua is your brother’s,” White Heart said. Her voice quivered with her excitement. “He finally got to put one in me. Circus is your father’s and the new one is Dio’s, and a colt.”

“Well then,” Crimson looked at Rym. “That’s one for each of you, then I’ll do the fetus. My friend Gora always tells me how fun that is, but I never tried it. Anyway, Mom gets Gorat, Rym gets to kill her worthless son Circus, and Aqua gets to kill her worthless father Dio. Sound good?”

“That sounds excellent,” White Heart glared into Gorat’s fearful eyes, taking in his expression.

“Um, not entirely,” said Rym.

“Wow!” Aqua climbed up onto the table toward Dio. Such enthusiasm. “We get to play the murder game too? With each other? didn’t think my birthday would be this fun!”

“Why are you just standing there?” Dio asked the guards.

“This is hardly the most disturbing thing I’ve seen on duty,” said one guard. It was true. This guard spent a whole day last week guarding Gora Soul while she taxidermied murdered foals into lewd positions. Not even Crimson got that freaky.

“As long as Minister Prose remembers that we aren’t required to take part,” said the second.

“The Ministry of Magitech is an interesting place,” laughed Crimson, then put a hoof to her muzzle, silencing the guards before they spoke further.

Crimson didn’t need the guards accidentally mentioning their master. If Crimson’s mother and sisters found out that Crimson spied for Nightmare Moon and her protégé Midnight Sparkle, she’d get to kill them too. She was trying hard to resist that temptation in case she had a greater need to murder them later.

“What do we castrate him with?” White Heart had the right priorities in mind.

“I have knives,” said Crimson. “But that’s boring, so we’ll come up with better. First though… potions.”

Crimson pulled the gender change potions from the cabinet for the mares, passing one to White, Rym, and Aqua. And to herself. These potions differed from the one Crimson used during her first kills. First, they didn’t get rid of the female bits to add the male bits. Second, they made the change excruciating. She didn’t tell them that, swallowing her own and grinning as she watched them gulp their potions.

Despite keeping the mare bits intact, the change felt like Crimson’s cunt was getting scooped out with a dull spoon and prolapsed into a cock. For a few long moments, it felt like her shiny new dick had a thousand painful paper cuts on it. Crimson moaned, almost collapsing as her cock throbbed, only growing harder from the intense pain.

The other mares had more negative reactions. White Heart collapsed against Gorat and grunted, but swiftly adapted as if not wanting him to see her react in such a way. She was used to pain, so she clenched her teeth and waited for it to fade. She didn’t dare scold her daughter for having pulled such.

Rym squealed in panic, looking at Crimson as if about to beg for help, then staring when she saw how Crimson only grinned back. She had almost reached the point of sobbing by the time the pain faded and she realized that it wouldn’t kill her.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Aqua said as she flopped off the table and landed on the floor with a thud. A moment later, she writhed back up onto the table, twitching. She had tears in her eyes but otherwise took it the best of any of them. “Wow! Was that supposed to hurt that much?”

“Yes,” said Crimson as she shook off the last pinches of pain herself. “It doesn’t have to, but I ordered these potions special.”

“I’ll gnaw off your cock and buck the wound!” White Heart returned to her top priority, holding Gorat by the neck.

“Well I would ask what your preferred method of castration was, but I guess you’ve chosen,” smirked Crimson. “Mom can do Gorat, Aqua does her worthless dad, Rym does her worthless son. I’ll do Rym’s fetus.”

“Please,” Gorat groaned. “We can talk about this. Just give me a chance to talk!”

“How many ponies have asked you for that same courtesy before you murdered them?” asked White Heart. “It’s your fault we have to kill Dio and Circus. Had you not taught them that mares were toys to play with, Crimson wouldn’t be so obsessed with killing them!”

“I don’t know about stallions being toys,” said Crimson. “Toys are fun to play with, not just break. Now that gender-shifting magic exists, stallions are obsolete.”

“Do I have to?” asked Rym again, tears in her eyes as she held her terrified looking son.

“Rym, sweetie, you know I love you,” said Crimson. “But if you ask again, I’ll make sure he has weeks of agony before letting him die. I’ll make you watch, then I’ll do the same to you. Understand?”

“Yes,” Rym stammered.

“Good,” Crimson said. “Now. We have many kitchen implements. Choose, and make it good, or I assume you’re not trying.”

“Cheese grater!” squeaked Aqua.

“What?” Dio asked as loud as he could, so he whispered.

“She’s got the idea!” Crimson said. “Why can’t more fillies have that enthusiasm?”

Crimson pulled a cheese grater from the drawer nearby, tossing it in Aqua’s direction.

“All right!” Aqua grabbed the grater in a wing and grinned at the wide-eyed Dio.

“Well?” Crimson looked at Rym again. “Choose one of those or something as bad, or I add you to the menu. You have ten seconds. Ten… nine… eight… seven… three…” She skipped a few numbers for dramatic effect.

For a moment, Crimson looked forward to snuffing out her innocent little sister. Rym could see it in Crimson’s eyes and stared back in abject horror. She couldn’t have responded if she wanted.

Unfortunately, White Heart delayed that part of Crimson’s fun.

“She’ll use a potato peeler,” White Heart answered for Rym, then looked serious at Rym. “Sweetheart. We’re on an airship with nopony but Crimson and her guards. Circus Prize will die regardless of what you do. Try not to die with him, please?”

“Peel his cock like a potato? Why didn’t I think of that?” Crimson asked. “That’s like the cheese grater though. How about you ram the peeler into his piss hole and peel from the inside instead?”

Crimson dug around for a peeler and tossed it in Rym’s direction. The peeler shook in Rym’s magical grip as she took hold of it.

“Mommy no…” cried Circus, but she didn’t answer, trying to ignore his voice to cope.

“Great!” Crimson said. “I got other appliances and tools too; just ask if you need one. Guards… feel free to masturbate.”

“No thanks, Minister,” said one.

“Well then, I must masturbate enough for all of us then,” Crimson shrugged.

“You can’t do this!” Gorat tried to sound aggressive, but was less than convincing in his helpless state. “I own you!”

“Crimson, dear?” asked White Heart instead of dignifying Gorat with a response. “You said you have tools? Do you have a hammer and nails?”

White Heart took the hammer and the small box of long nails with her magic as Crimson floated them over, then turned back to Gorat and smiled down at him.

“It’s time to cease these complaints of yours,” White Heart said. “Isn’t that what you said to my sister before taking a hammer and nails to her?”

White Heart rolled Gorat over onto his stomach, legs splayed out as much as they could be on the table. She sat straddling his neck, her magi-cock flopping against his mane as she did so. When he opened his muzzle to speak again, she held it open with her magic, grasping his tongue and pulling it as far out of his maw as she could.

Gorat panicked when she held his tongue flat against the table and put a nail to it, giving him plenty of time to process what was coming. He couldn’t struggle enough to even pull his tongue away in his current state. He could only squeal as she slammed the hammer against the nail, driving it through his tongue and into the table.

The sound of his squeals delighted her more than she thought it would, her honey drooling down her thighs and shaft pulsing with eagerness. She knew in hindsight she should have done this long ago, but his ‘training’ of her has been thorough. White expected Crimson to kill her too at the end for not having done so, but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered now was Gorat’s suffering.

As Gorat blabbered nonsense, White took one of his forehooves, placing two nails where the solid hoof met the tender flesh. It took longer to drive it all the way through his hoof, but that just meant more squealing. She didn’t have to restrain him like this, but wanted to hear more of the delightful noises he made. By the time she moved to his second hoof, he was sobbing.

“Oh, stop complaining,” White threw the words at him he had so often used on his own victims.

When she got to his hind hooves, she placed them bottom down on the table, pushing them forward to force him into a head-down-ass-up position. She used three nails, driving them downward at an angle from his ankles and into the table beneath him. His cries of agony that punctuated each slam of the hammer died down to a mere tick interrupting his sobbing.

Regardless, it was the most relaxing sound she’d heard in years.

White licked the tears from his face, savoring the look of torment in his eyes before moving behind him. Despite his agony, his cock was throbbing, the potion Crimson gave him doing its job well. She stroked the length with her magic, watching him tense at the new surge of pain. It puzzled her why anypony would create a potion that could turn pleasure into pain though it was useful enough now.

She ran her tongue over his balls, enjoying how he tensed with every touch. It wasn’t only the discomfort, but also knowing any lick could become a bite. As much as she enjoyed him shivering in fear though, she couldn’t keep it up too long lest Crimson get bored.

White slurped one of his balls into her muzzle, swishing it around in her maw, stroking his shaft with her magic as she did so. All he could do is whimper one last plea before she bit down and his whimpering became screams as she began his favorite part’s destruction. Though being fair, it was a beautiful shaft; it was a pity it belonged to somepony that didn’t deserve it.

Pony teeth were made for crushing rather than tearing so that’s just what happened. Each clench of her teeth was like having his ball smashed between two jagged rocks. White Heart pressed her face against him as she chewed to enjoy every twitch of pain.

But ponies also had a bite that could crush rocks; some even ate rocks. The bruised ball of flesh gave soon, squishing between her teeth like a tiny rotten tomato. Gorat vomited from the pain, spewing his sick onto the table, only a bit getting on the cake. White chewed, working it between her teeth until it was pulp before pulling the second testicle in and beginning work upon it.

White didn’t like the taste of blood, but thanks to the potion, he didn’t do as much bleeding as he should have. Thank goodness; she wouldn’t want him to pass out from blood loss before he’d suffered enough torment. She took less time to pop the second precious orb, and soon enough was working them to pulp within her muzzle.

She didn’t swallow. Instead, she waited until she’d chewed them to bits, then tore the last bit of flabby skin away. She moved back to his head once again taking in the glorious agony in his eyes before pushing her lips to his. She spit the pulped remains of his testicles into his muzzle, then held his maw shut with her magic, at least as much as she could with his tongue out.

Gorat vomited again, more sick spewing from his nostrils and oozing between his lips onto his bleeding tongue. White held his muzzle shut though until he swallowed. He took several attempts before it stayed down, making her chuckle.

Lest he spit it out after she stopped holding his muzzle, White Heart took another nail to the top of his muzzle. She drove it through his muzzle, nailing it shut, leaving him sputtering to breathe. The asphyxiation on vomit and blood should have already killed him, but the potion Crimson gave him was doing its job well.

It also did its job in the rear where Gorat’s cock was still raging hard. White pulled it back, slurping the tip into her muzzle. More emboldened by the moment, she didn’t hesitate to bite. Gorat once again spasmed, legs kicking, but the limbs only wrenched themselves against the nails pinning them.

She took her time gnawing down his cock, taking it in a fraction of an inch at a time. She moaned as she stroked her own new shaft with her magic, gnawing down his like a thick noodle. Every time she’d pull a new glob of flesh free, she’d get a splurt of blood before the magic sealed up the wound. The effect denied him the mercy of a quick death from blood loss.

This time White gnawed down each piece herself. She lost herself enough that she didn’t even think about throwing it up; the thought of how much agony was coursing through him nullified any unpleasant taste.

When she tore the last bit of cock flesh from his body, she still wasn’t done. She grabbed for the nearest utensil, which was a fork. White rammed it into the wound where his cock had once been, working the muscles apart, twisting it and forming a hole for her to enjoy. Giving him even a make-shift pussy was too good for him, but there was no better way to violate him as he died.

White tossed the fork aside once she had a nice tunnel into his gut, mounting over him as he had done to her so often. She pushed her tip against the wound and rammed as hard as she could, forcing her way in with all her might.

“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” White Heart panted. “This is the last buck you’ll ever get, while you’re alive at least. Crimson can do what she wants to you later.”

White shivered as her magic shaft pushed into his guts, feeling the spasms of pain ripple around her shaft, the echo of his thumping heart pulsing through his organs. Holding nothing back, she rode him with every ounce of strength she had, savoring every twitch and spasm of her helpless husband.

She couldn’t deny that she enjoyed having somepony at her mercy though she rationalized to herself that it was only because of who it was at her mercy. She savored every moment, trying to hold back her orgasm as long as she could. Warm blood poured down her thighs and balls, each thrust ripping open the wounds anew, the magic healing them again as she pulled back only to tear into them again.

The slap of her body against his was louder than his weakening moans when she unloaded and drowned out both sounds with her own moan. She sprayed his insides with a stream of magical cum, stinging the flesh it touched as she continued to pack it inside him. She shivered and didn’t stop pushing her cock in until she was sure she had unpacked every drop she could.

Despite the fun though, it was time for him to die. White Heart yanked her cock free of his gut, moving back to his head. She picked up the hammer, prying out the nail that now pinned his muzzle to the table. She didn’t bother extracting the one from his tongue, instead letting it tear a gash down the middle as she yanked up his head.

As she twisted his head around to point his face to the ceiling, he was too weak to even spit up the blood that choked him. She wanted him to choke on something else though, sitting her plot down on his face instead and relaxing her loins.

Her cock let out a stream of urine that sprayed over his back while her pussy poured a second stream into his muzzle. She wrapped her front hooves around his chest, feeling his chest heave as he attempted to draw air into his lungs. Instead, a mixture of blood, vomit, and piss filled his chest and he could only shiver as his life drowned away.

White Heart’s second orgasm hit her by surprise, creaming herself a second time as she felt his heart flutter to a stop. A second stream of cum shot over his body as her cunt expelled a blast of honey to further mix with the pool of filth in his now-dead muzzle.

“Perfect,” she panted as she looked at his humiliated corpse laying still on the table.

Rym wasn’t certain why she didn’t want to kill Circus Prize. He hadn’t treated her any better than her brother and father had. He saw her as a toy, same as the others. But having expelled him herself gave her a certain maternal instinct she had to overcome.

Her mother was right too. Circus would die regardless of what Rym did, but this way at least Rym wouldn’t die with him. Maybe she could even pop another one out that wasn’t a rape-foal. It was difficult though, looking into Circus’ pleading eyes as he begged his mother to spare him. Not that he deserved her mercy.

And now she held a potato peeler in her magic, having pinned Circus onto his back, forcing his hind legs apart to display his throbbing shaft. The potion caused it to swell larger than normal, and Rym wasn’t sure if he looked dizzy from fear or blood loss having to keep that massive thing inflated.

To avoid looking at his eyes further, Rym turned and sat atop his whimpering face, smothering further pleas as she rubbed her pregnant slit against his muzzle. She shivered and tried to ignore how good the vibrations from his crying felt against her nethers and pulled his shaft upright with both hooves.

Rym feared to look around, but could feel Crimson’s eyes on her, as if waiting for her to refuse so she could be added to the menu. She took one more deep breath, held her son’s dick upright with her magic, and rammed the potato peeler into his urethra.

His squeal vibrating up through her body felt amazing, but Rym tried to make her moan less obvious. She saw blood fountain down his tip and down his unnaturally hardened shaft, glistening streams of red drooling down his balls and thighs to the table. She pushed deeper, not yet twisting the peeler.

Without even realizing it at first, she thrust the peeler in and out, raping his pee hole with it. Rym bit her lip as she pressed down more against his screaming face, grinding herself on him harder. The pleasure was impossible to deny, and though she tried very hard not to enjoy, she did just that.

Focusing on his Circus’ muffled screams rather than the others, Rym found her attention more drawn to her task. She leaned down and ran her tongue up and down her son’s bloody cock, finding it more delicious than she’d admit. She’d only tasted her own blood in the past and never liked it.

Rym now watched the blood spurting form the tip like a small fountain with increasing fascination. It felt good to hurt somepony that had hurt her so much. Despite rebellion by her motherly instincts, she had gone from indecisive to sopping wet.

Twisting the peeler, Rym watched as his piss hole expanded, strips of flesh oozing out along with the blood. She realized how bucked up she was to even look at this without vomiting, but she’d seen plenty of gore when her dad or brothers murdered ponies. They’d forced her to help plenty of times, so it wasn’t a far jump to make.

Circus’s sobbing sent more intense vibrations through her pleasure pit as Rym leaned down further. She rolled her hips smoothly and bit down on one of his balls. Enjoying how his body twitched as she gnawed, she continued peeling out his dick. The peeler worked deeper, slicing his cock into one long strip of flesh.

Rym moaned as Circus’s first testicle gave between her teeth, popping like soft fruit. She continued to chew on it as she moved to the other, pulling it into her muzzle with her tongue. His delightful screams sent waves of pleasure through her.

When Crimson slid up behind her, Rym jumped. She panicked at first, thinking Crimson had decided to kill her, but Crimson only licked the back of Rym’s neck.

“So proud of you, little sis,” purred Crimson. “Thanks for not making me kill you yet.”

Rym expected her big sister to ram a magical dick up her bum, but Crimson let her continue on her own for the time. All the same, the positive reinforcement helped Rym relax. She took a deep breath and continued her diligent work of tormenting her son to death. She raised her hips, giving Circus’s face room so she could hear his pleas.

“Mommy please no!” Circus sobbed. “Please stop please don’t kill me Mommy!”

“Oh Circus,” moaned Rym, hating herself for how aroused his words made her. “Beg more for Mommy, it gets Mommy off for her little colt to suffer as he dies.”

The second ball gave between her teeth and the peeler sliced off the last bit of the blood fountain that was once his dick. Rym came hard over, listening to Circus gag as his muzzle filled with her overflowing cunt honey, drowning in the same fluids that had once lubricated his exit from that same hole. Her dick blew off, hosing down both her own front and Circus’ lower portions.

The intensity of her orgasm caught Rym off guard, and not just from the extra equipment. She’d never came while being the dominant party in the act, and it felt amazing. It only made her enjoy her little colt’s torment all the more, so once she finished with his dick, she rammed the bloody peeler into his ass instead.

The potion Crimson forced into Circus must have been amazing because he could still scream at the top of his lungs as she peeled out his ass. His intestinal track came loose so she tugged it outward with her magic, prolapsing it further to slice it into one thin strip of flesh.

Rym pulled her hips forward and relaxed, allowing a stream of urine to spill out onto Circus’s face from her pussy as her magical cock drenched his body. She looked back to see him sputtering as it filled his muzzle and pooled in his eyes, too weak to even turn his head away as he gagged. She could turn his head for him, but his death being for no more reason than Mommy needing a toilet was so hot.

“Make a nice expression for Mommy while you drown on her piss,” said Rym. “Mommy wants to see her little foal’s last torment frozen on his face forever.”

“You gonna eat that?” Crimson asked, poking at the spiral of flesh that had once been Circus’s male parts.

“No, go ahead, Crimmy,” Rym stammered.

Crimson continued to watch the event as she piled meat onto a plate, then ate bits with a fork with her magic while she masturbated with her hooves. Damn she was even more far gone than Rym expected... it was a little sad.

But not sad enough to impede Rym’s current pleasure. She turned about atop Circus, letting the last stream of urine splash over his body from neck to groin, pouring the last bits onto the wounds between his hind legs. She tossed the peeler aside.

Rym then straddled her son, looking into his eyes. It wasn’t easy to situate herself with her big belly still in the way, but she managed. She pulled more of his intestines from the gaping wound, tugging it over her potion-induced cock. She grinded her hips in mid-air as she masturbated with his intestines and watched the life fading from his eyes. Rym took it all in: the terror in his eyes, the twitches of his wet face, the piss pooled in his eyes, too weak to blink it out. She bit her lip, almost cumming a second time just from watching.

“Good little colt,” Rym panted, petting his face with a hoof. “Mommy wants to see her little monster get what he deserves… now die for Mommy…”

The last thing Circus saw beneath the pools in his eyes was his mother’s face as she came once more at his demise. She blasted a load into the strand of his intestines she had been bucking, another blast of her femme juice pouring down her legs as she did so.

One hoof on his chest, Rym felt as her son’s heart fluttered to a stop. The expression left on his face was beautiful, a mix of betrayal and despair. She forgot what his muzzle was full of for a moment and leaned forward to kiss him. The sour taste of her own urine made her gag, but she enjoyed the kiss all the same.

Rym lay next to his fresh corpse, turning his head to the side to drain most of the fluid. She kissed him again, making out with his remains. As she did, she slid a hoof over her own belly, feeling the foal inside her kick.

“Wait your turn, sweetie,” Rym said between slurps at Circus’s dead face. She tore off the bit of intestines she had been thrusting into and retrieved a fresh bit from his gut.

“Wow!” Aqua was more excitable by the second. She waved the cheese grater around, holding it with her wing. Her futa-dick flopped around humorously. “Hey, Daddy! Ready to die?”

“You don’t have to do this,” Dio groaned. Why did victims always say that? As if their killer wasn’t enjoying it.

“Silly!” Aqua giggle. “That’s just what that filly guide you caught last week said!… Can I have the rest of her cookies since you’ll be too dead to eat them?... thanks!”

Aqua guessed she still wasn’t allowed to penetrate herself with anything until Crimson got her virginity. Lucky for her though, she had this shiny magic cock to try out! She couldn’t wait to feel what stallions felt when they had happy-fun-rape-time; they always looked like they were having fun!

Dio lay limp as Aqua dragged him over to the edge of the table so that his behind was just at the edge. She rolled him onto his back, then pulled up a chair for her to stand on next to the table.

“It’s a good thing I’m little,” Aqua remained talkative. “I can do your bum and still lean over to grind off your dick!”

“Please,” Dio stammered.

Aqua liked this game. She pushed her tip to his tail hole, wriggling to push inside him. When she popped in, she squealed at the tight warmth around her throbbing member. She rammed it deep and fast, going belly deep and thrusting as fast as her little body could handle.

Holding the cheese grater in her mouth, she pushed the grinding side against the tip of Dio’s shaft, holding it steady with both front hooves. Aqua pressed against it with awkward strokes, head moving opposite the swing of her hips like a seesaw.

Dio clenched his teeth as hard as he could in his current condition and tried not to scream as the pain started. Getting an unlubed dick up the ass was always painful, but the agony of the grater pulling off tiny bits of his dick a piece at a time surpassed it. His dick, unable to cease its hardness, bled like a fountain as it tried to replace the blood it was losing.

The filly’s giggling was only audible over Dio’s groans of pain as he lost control and dignity. She kept her cheery attitude even while her father’s blood splattered her tiny face, sawing off the instrument of her own creation.

Aqua embraced Dio’s gut, feeling the shivers of pain as she sawed off his shaft with excruciating slowness. All the time her little hips pummeled his behind, balls bouncing against the table and belly slapping against the small waterfall of blood drooling down from his wounded stick.

There was no way she’d hold out long enough to finish his shaft, instead blowing a thick load into his convulsing behind when she was half-way through his dick. Aqua loved it though and wasn’t about to stop there. She yanked out, but only ceased her sawing a moment as she crawled back onto the table and mounted his face instead.

As she pushed her shaft into Dio’s helpless muzzle though, Aqua wasn’t satisfied; she wanted to go deeper. Aqua picked up the hammer that White Heart wasn’t using and smashed it into the side of Dio’s face several times as hard as she could. She slammed the yelping stallion’s face until his jaw gave with a sickening crack, then moved to the other side so she could break the other joint.

Aqua then turned the hammer about to the side meant to pry out nails and instead rammed it into his muzzle. The sharp edge stabbed through his tongue, and she pried back as hard as he could until his lower jaw came free. By the end, she ripped his entire lower jaw off and let it splat onto the table next to him.

Dio wailed as Aqua tossed the hammer back where she found it and went for another go. This time she pushed belly-deep into his throat without the muzzle part in the way. Her balls smacked against the roof of his mouth as she plowed him again. She shivered and groaned as she picked the cheese grated back up and ground away at his shaft once again.

She lasted longer now she’d gone off once, even with the incredible massage of his gagging. Lucky for her, the wicked potion Crimson had given Dio kept him alive even then. She continued to enjoy his struggles even as she whittled his dick down to a stub and then flat against his belly.

That was fine though. She braced his ball sack still by stepping on one as she grated the other. Dio could do nothing but choke and writhe as she finished his bits. About half way through the grating, the testicle burst, coming apart in larger chunks as the contents spilled a white swirl into the puddle of blood around him.

Aqua squealed in delight as she creamed once again, sending her second load direct for his stomach. She continued to pump it in though dropped the grater in her excitement. She bit down on his remaining testicle then, shaking her head back and forth like a predator with prey until it burst between her teeth.

“Eww!” Aqua said, but that didn’t stop her from gulping down the mass of burst flesh.

Aqua yanked her dick out again, leaving Dio a shivering mess. He tried to beg for death, baffled why he was still alive and conscious, not that he could speak. For a moment Aqua sat and watched him. She mmmed and slid both her front hooves beneath her ball sack to rub at her soon-to-be-devirginized slit.

“Wow!” Aqua drooled. “I never thought I’d get to murder Daddy! This is amazing! Thank you, Crimmy!”

“I have to say,” Crimson said after eating another fork full of Circus Prize’s sliced and diced dick. “I was not prepared for your personality.”

“Knife!” Aqua squealed in delight.

“Hm? Oh, sure,” Crimson shrugged and used her magic to place a kitchen knife into Aqua’s wing-fingers.

Aqua stabbed, perforating Dio’s chest from dick to neck, sending him into his death throes. She moved forward to sit his balls on his neck, rubbing her pussy against what was left of his mouth as she stabbed. At the end, she ripped the blade up across his body, splitting him open.

By the time Dio died, Aqua was shoveling organs into her muzzle. Most of them slopped out, since it wasn’t easy to gnaw meat with blunt horse teeth, but the eagerness made up for it. Soon gore splattered the little filly’s body. She picked out two masses of meat with each wing, placing them on either side of her cock to jack off in her father’s entrails.

“Oh dear,” White Heart said, relaxing after her fresh kill and watching Aqua get so into her own. “Well I can’t exactly get on to her for it.”

“Me either,” Rym said, finishing her make-out session with her son’s corpse. “But she is a little disturbing.”

“Holy buck you little monster,” Crimson panted as she dropped her plate of gore-food and tugged Aqua away from Dio’s corpse with her magic. “I planned to kill Rym’s fetus first, but I can’t wait. I want to pop that little psycho’s cunt right now!”

“Do I get to be face-down in my cake while you rape me like you said?” asked Aqua. It was a tone most foals would use after being told they were getting a new toy.

“I don’t know if I can rape you,” Crimson grinned. “Can anyone? You might be more buck-kill crazy than me.”

“Just try your best!” Aqua encouraged.

“Okay!” Crimson grinned, pulling a potion from the cabinet. “Let’s get rid of your futa-parts though, I want to rape you as a pure little pussy.”

“But I wanted to buck the cake!” Aqua complained, sounding like she might cry.

“Huh…” Crimson said. “Fine. making everyone eat a bloody cream-filled cake would be neat.”

Crimson tugged the little one over to the cake, placing her on the table in front of it and pulling her little hindquarters to the edge of the table. She didn’t get the chance to indulge in underage cunt often, much less one related to her, so had been looking forward to this. After taking a moment to admire how the tiny filly’s body looked against her, she pushed her tip to the virgin pussy scheduled for popping.

Arousal drenched Aqua’s little pussy, making it easier for Crimson to pop inside her. Once she felt the tight foal hole gripping her tip, Crimson rammed forward, ripping through her cherry and slamming her tip into her cervix. Crimson rolled her eyes back at the clench, a wonderful mix between the spasms of pain and the slutty foal’s attempts to massage her dick. She’d never felt a mix like it.

Pushing Aqua face-down into the cake, Crimson continued. She slammed forward until the cervix gave and she pushed into the immature womb. She wasn’t sure if Aqua would survive a full-penetration, but she didn’t care with how good it felt. Crimson didn’t stop until her belly smacked the little one’s behind. The back wall of Aqua’s womb stretched thin, but managed not to break.

It took little time for Aqua to thrust back, even with the agony that was coursing through her body. The little one pushed her own dick against the cake, sliding through the frosting and still-warm breading. She tried to steady herself so she cream-filled it instead of just ripping it apart.

White Heart and Rym watched, looking shocked at how rough Crimson was being. Maybe they’d expected her to go easy on the filly, but it seemed she had even less regard for Aqua’s survival than Gorat would have had. The two didn’t turn away though and even masturbated. It was unclear if they did so by choice or from fear Crimson would murder them for not enjoying the show.

That rush of power Crimson got from her family’s obvious fear made it all the better. Her balls smacked against Aqua’s with each thrust, even the little slut crying from the violent invasion. It was a nice balance of Aqua’s sobbing and Aqua still rolling her hips back and clenching her little pussy with intent to pleasure her rapist.

Crimson tried to last as long as she could and continued ramming the bleeding little cunt. She jarred Aqua’s body about to keep her from getting used to it. Aqua’s easiness exceeded Crimson’s effort though, and soon Aqua’s tears were drying as she squealed in delight, lapping up delicious icing from her cake while bucking it.

And in the corner of her hearing, Crimson heard the guards placing a bet on if Crimson would get too excited and murder Aqua. It was nice to know she entertained them even if they were too shy to masturbate.

Clenching her teeth hard enough that her gums bled, Crimson didn’t know how much time passed before she blew her load. What pushed her over was Aqua’s orgasm, the little one squealing in delight as she blasted her own load into her birthday cake. That hot little foal pussy spasmed around Crimson as her young cunt honey drooled down Crimson’s balls.

Crimson pumped a flood of seed into her little sister-niece’s tunnel, bloating her belly even more than it already was from the large dick ramming her. The tight hole allowed none to escape,

Had Crimson not yanked her dick free and cream the rest onto Aqua’s body, the little one’s womb would have burst and left her beyond help. Crimson wanted to see the little one’s face covered in seed though.

Crimson yanked free and turned Aqua’s head to face her. The little one squeaked as her blood and icing covered face got a new layer. As Crimson blasted her last few bursts of seed onto Aqua’s face, she forced the little one’s eyes to stay open with her magic. For a moment she held Aqua’s writhing body while watching the burning cum pool against her eyes.

When she let go, Aqua tumbled off the table onto the floor. Leaving a cum-drooling hole in the cake, she sprawled out with heavy breaths.

“Thank you, Crimmy,” Aqua said when she could, swallowing the cum in her muzzle so she could speak. “Can I have more cake now?”

Aqua was interesting. Unlike the others, Aqua wasn’t afraid of Crimson killing her, or perhaps she was so broken from her foalhood so far that she didn’t care. Crimson picked her up with her magic, a stream of cum pouring from Aqua’s body onto the cake as Crimson carried her over it and onto the table. Aqua grabbed a chunk of the cake and devoured it.

“You two can sing happy birthday to her,” panted Crimson. “I’ll rape out Rym’s fetus now.”

White Heart and Rym sang ‘happy birthday’ to Aqua as she continued to nom on the ruined cake despite being barley able to move. Both mares had delicious fear in their eyes as Crimson moved behind Rym, not waiting for them to finish.

Rym’s singing stopped as Crimson pushed a potion to her lips, the same one she had been going to give to Rym to undo the gender spell. Rym gagged and screamed as it took effect, the throbbing shaft falling apart in a mass of gore, rotting away before the wound sealed. Crimson grinned and enjoyed Rym’s writhing as her own cock throbbed against Rym’s backside.

Though Rym looked betrayed, she might feel less betrayed when she realized that the others would feel the same agony when theirs wore off by itself.

“Um, Crimmy?” Rym asked as Crimson leaned her forward.

“Are you about to beg for your fetus’ life?” asked Crimson. “Because if you do, all I’ll hear is ‘murder me too, Crimmy!’. Are you forgetting how much fun you had killing Circus?”

“Circus wasn’t innocent,” sniffled Rym. “This foal is.”

“What’s that?” Crimson grinned.

“Rym, please,” White Heart said to her after she finished singing to Aqua.

“I mean,” Rym stammered. “Please buck the little bastard out of me, Crimmy.”

“Give him a name,” Crimson ordered as she lined up to Rym’s passage. “I want to call him by his name as he’s dying.”

“I’ll name him ‘Innocent Soul’,” Rym sighed.

“Is that a barb at me?” Crimson smirked, rubbing her tip against Rym’s entry to let her fearful sister anticipate the coming pain.

“No!” Rym stammered. “I um… just thought um… well you’d get off on murdering somepony named that is all!”

Crimson rolled her eyes back and moaned, eating up the power-trip of this whole situation almost as much as the sexiness of it. She leaned forward and took a deep breath, able to smell Rym’s terror even above the stench of death and cum permeating the room.

She pushed her cock into the pregnant pussy, taking a long slow stroke. Rym was used to getting rammed, so Crimson figured the important part was to bask in Rym’s horror at losing Innocent. It was an odd feeling, both loving a pony and wanting them to suffer gut-wrenching despair.

Crimson felt her tip push against Rym’s cervix, the barrier protecting the little life inside her. She thrusts starting slow, but impacting harder with each shove. She smiled at the pain etched on Rym’s face, tears rolling down as she tried not to cry lest she earn Crimson’s ire. Seeing her try not to cry out of fear was even hotter than sobbing would have been.

“So, you’re far along,” Crimson commented.

“Yes,” squeaked Rym. “Not more than a few weeks.”

“Good,” Crimson said. “Little Innocent Soul can wail as he dies then. It’d be a shame if he wasn’t far enough along to feel agony.”

“Can you turn so I can see the penetration?” asked Aqua, still unable to stand but still shoveling cumcake into her muzzle. “I want to see it when he slops out too!”

“See?” chuckled Crimson as she turned and yanked Rym’s tail out of the way to improve Aqua’s view. “Why can’t you be more like that, Rymmy?”

“My foals are all psychotic,” sighed White Heart. “I’m psychotic. How did my life come to this?”

Crimson didn’t have time to explain to White Heart what a terrible mother she was now though; she was too busy enjoying the moment. She slammed through Rym’s cervix, invading the womb and feeling the warm embryonic fluid pour over her shaft, drooling down her balls with all of Rym’s other juices.

Rym’s body spasmed in pain and her pussy worked Crimson’s shaft with even more violent convulsions. Crimson felt her tip bump against Innocent’s head and grinned, feeling the little colt kick against her in return.

As tempting as it was to bludgeon him to death with her cock tip, Crimson didn’t want to kill him before she heard him wail. She yanked back, continuing to buck Rym up to her cervix while using her magic to squeeze her belly. A water fall of fluid poured out as Crimson continued her rape.

Crimson clenched her teeth, pushing once more passed the cervix and blowing her load all over the fetus, painting the little one white before yanking free. Crimson grabbed the little one with her magic and yanked him free. She took it slow, watching the pain etched on Rym’s face as her body spasmed and contracted.

“Here comes little Innocent Soul,” Crimson purred. “He’s already lived longer than any colt deserves, so let’s do him fast… how should we kill him?”

“I don’t know,” Rym choked on a sob. “Just buck him to death or something.”

“Great, but I’m tired,” Crimson smirked. “So I’ll lay back and relax while you impale him on my dick. Sound fun?”

“Sure,” stammered Rym. “You know you’re being worse than Dad, right?”

“Of course,” Crimson purred. “I’m better at it.”

Crimson let the little one plop out onto the table, eliciting a giggle from Aqua. After a squeeze from Crimson, Innocent let out his first ever scream. It washed over Crimson’s ears like the sweetest music. She lay on her back, sprawling out and looking at Rym, waiting to be serviced.

Rym grasped the foal in her trembling hooves, pulling off the cord and then squeezing out the rest of the after-birth onto the table. She staggered forward, carrying the wailing Innocent with her. She looked broken, no hint of emotion on her face as she pulled Crimson’s cock to stand upright.

“You afraid of me?” asked Crimson with a purr.

“Yes,” sighed Rym. “Not that it matters. You’re just going to kill us all, anyway.”

“Tsk, such distrust,” Crimson chuckled. “I’m helping you. Not only will I let you go, I’ll send you home with potions to make sure all your future offspring are female. And I don’t have to worry about you refusing to use them so I have to kill you, right?”

“No,” said Rym, moving the crying infant to the tip of Crimson’s shaft and lining up the tiny little tail hole.

“Do you hate me?” Crimson grinned as she felt the tiny hole strain to stretch around her tip as the little on continued to wail. “Do you want to snuff me? Be honest… and get closer. I want you to feel Innocent Soul squirm against you as he dies.”

“Yes, and yes,” Rym’s voice was hollow, but she obeyed. She came closer, so that her deflated belly was against its former occupant and shoved him down harder.

“You shouldn’t,” Crimson chuckled. “It feels so much hotter to kill someone you love… that’s why I’m so tempted to snuff you out.”

The conversation ended when Innocent’s anus gave, the ridiculously tight hole sliding down Crimson’s tip. Crimson groaned as warm infant blood drooled down her shaft. She resisted the urge to thrust upward, making Rym do all the work of murdering her foal on Crimson’s dick.

Rym seemed only able to wedge the tip in no matter how hard she shoved, so Crimson assisted. Crimson grasped Innocent’s hips in her magic, twisting at his pelvis until the tiny bone cracked in two. Innocent wailed louder as his limp hind legs spasmed, but Crimson felt his bleeding ass slide down much lower.

“Buck yeah,” Crimson said. “All the way until it pops out his muzzle, I want you to slurp on my tip and drink my cum while staring into Innocent Soul’s dead eyes.” Crimson loved saying his full name, knowing every word was an emotional dagger to Rym’s heart.

“Crimson, sweetie….” White Heart trailed off, not daring to say more, but shocked at how far gone her daughter was. Her look was as guilty as disgusted; she knew she did nothing to stop this result.

“Whoa, brutal!” giggled Aqua as if looking forward to seeing it. She was stroking her shaft with one hoof and working her bleeding cunny with the other.

It didn’t take long to snap through the back wall, the wails turning into gurgling noises as his guts were impaled. Crimson shook at the feel of pulsing organs, Innocent’s body bloating grotesquely as she pushed up harder. Rym cried again, but still held him.

To end it faster, Rym tried to wriggle Innocent about and shove harder with each thrust down onto Crimson’s shaft. She groaned in frustration when she couldn’t get it through as fast as she wanted. Crimson couldn’t taunt her for it though due to having to try so hard to hold her orgasm. She didn’t want to cum through this bastard until it was done.

When Crimson’s bloody tip exited the muzzle, Innocent was in his death throes. They felt amazing around Crimson’s shaft, even more so as Rym swirled her tongue around Crimson’s tip to lap off the gore.

Crimson grabbed Rym’s head and pushed it down as far as she could. She scrunched the newborn’s corpse so she could get as much of her cock as possible into her sister’s throat. Rym took it down without much effort, used to having her throat raped, but gagged around it to pleasure Crimson, anyway. She knew Crimson would know if she didn’t try her best.

A torrent of seed blasted through the tiny corpse and into Rym’s muzzle. She guzzled as quickly as possible, but still ended up sneezing out a burst of it before she could swallow it all. Crimson held here there for long enough to watch her face turn blue, then let her up before she lost consciousness.

“That satisfied,” groaned Crimson. “Hey um… guards?”

“Yes, Minister?” the first guard asked. Her self-control was admirable; she hadn’t masturbated or vomited even once.

“Take these sluts to their rooms,” Crimson panted. “And get the cleaner.”

“Rooms?” asked White Heart.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” said Crimson. “You’re moving in with me; I want to have you close by so I can murder you should I have the need. And you’ll cooperate or…” she let them finish it with whatever their imaginations could conjure.

“Bye Auntie-Sis Crimmy!” waved Aqua as one guard picked her up to take her.

“Good bye,” grinned Crimson. “And don’t worry. You’ll like living here, I’ll even give you stallions to murder occasionally, potions and stuff, you’ll love it here!”

The surviving members of her family were escorted out to be cleaned and put away like toys. Crimson remained sprawled where she was, bloody cock flopped on her belly but exhausted from all her fun. A few minutes later, the cleaner arrived.

“Minister?” asked the large Pegasus stallion as he entered. He had a rusty-orange coat and short-cut black mane, with a golden cutie mark. He’d said that the mark was a symbol called the ‘endless knot’. He excelled at tying loose ends.

“Ugh, hey Delger,” Crimson groaned. She hated using a stallion for this, but it was the only one Nightmare would give her for this. “You want to buck?”

“No,” Delger didn’t skip a beat, or seem phased by the mess. He knew Crimson enough to know she murdered every single stallion she had sex with.

“Well you need to clean up this mess,” Crimson said. “Get rid of the corpses, the blood trails, and such. My family will remain in their rooms until you’re done.” She couldn’t have them knowing she got help from even a single stallion.

“I’m surprised you didn’t kill them,” Delger commented.

“So am I,” Crimson admitted. “But I need them for later. I have another plan. Anyway, you know the current plan, right?”

“I do,” Delger smirked. “They were murdered as an act of terror against the poor Minister of Propaganda… that will take some doing as messed up as they are.”

“Minister of News,” corrected Crimson. “And I’m sure you’re up to it. Make it so.”