Crimson's Cutie Mark

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.