Crimson's Cutie Mark

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.