Crimson's Cutie Mark

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.”