Sugarcube Massacre

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Mr. Cake, Sex, Gore, Violence, Dark, Death, Anthro, Main 6, Mrs. Cake, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Fluttershy
Length: 2509

A filthy snuff story for people who like that. Several ponies are gunned down in a brutal fashion, only one of them left to bear the scars.The main six and several other ponies are gunned down in a brutal fashion, only one of them left to bea

The main six and several other ponies are gunned down and killed as revenge for crossing Queen Chrysails. The one surviving member of the massacre is left to tend to her wounds and get revenge for her friends.

A gift for a friend. I have never written a story with more then five characters interacting, but I had fun with the challenge.

Published 2018-07-12 12:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-12 12:40:06 UTC

Chapter 1

Sugarcube corner was full of full of noise, cheer and… fireworks. The small, and highly flammable bakery was filled with light and loud crackling as several tiny fireworks exploded from within, spilling out from behind a star covered cape of a light pink mare, who was stood atop a table like some kind of striper.

Unlike a striper, she was doing a whole lot of talking and not a lot of seductive dancing. After the tiny fireworks had finished spilling from behind her cape, she gave a slow bow, taking off her hat and pressing it over her bare breasts, her two tone light blue mane covering her face before she brushed it back out the way as she finished the story

“And in a wave of power the Evil Queen was vanquished!” Clapping filled the bakery from seven different sources, five of the mares sat around the table giving polite claps to show they approved of the show, if only a polite fashion. Even the two ponies running the bakery gave a round of clapping.

Only two of the mares did not instantly break into clapping, the first of these was the Princess of Friendship, who was looking towards the mare next to her. Starlight glimmer was not clapping because she knew that Trixie had left out most of the story where she had helped.

Still, they were friends, and after looking to one another for a few moments, the two mares broke into a polite clapping to show that they appreciated the effort she had put into the story.

Next to the Princess of friendship was four of her six friends, who were all sat around the table in a circle. There should have been a sixth friend, but she was busy in the back room of the bakery taking a double helping of dragon dick straight in the cunt, trying to keep quite to prevent herself from being discovered even though everyone knew exactly what she was doing.

“That was an amazing story, not as amazing as me, but still, it was close.” Rainbow Dash said, leaning back in her seat and flaring out her wings, the stretching accidental showing off her athletic form to everyone in the room.

Trixie just shook her head “The great and humble Trixie refuses to reply to that. She is going to get some punch now.” She moved over the confetti covered room, realizing that all those tiny fireworks might not have been the best choice.

She was really enjoying the party that all her friends had set up for her. Well, most of her friends had helped set up, the one who had done most of the work was the slightly pudgy form of a bright pink pony, who was currently sat at the punch table, stuffing her face full of most of the cakes the two bakery ponies were baking.

To Trixie it did not really make sense as the mare that ran the bakery was more chubby then the pink pony, even though the bakery mare had spent all the time Trixie had been here hard at work baking, whereas the pink pony had spent it stuffing her face full. Still, there were a lot of things about Pinkie Pie that did not make sense, and Trixie was too tired to question them.

She filled the paper cup with punch, then went to find a quite seat in the corer. The mare just wanted some peace and quite after everything she had been through. Unfortunately it was right by the storage closet, and she could hear the lewd smacking of hips and the quite whimpers of that whore Rarity.

She could not blame Rarity for having a boyfriend, but they were having a fucking party and she was having sex. Surely she could have found a better time to do so. Her hand went up to her face, pining the middle of her muzzle as she lowered her head down and gave a sigh.

Then she raised the paper cup to her lips and gave a loud sigh, taking a deep gulp of the alcoholic punch, watching everything unfold around her. The orange form of a mare who was even more toned then Rainbow Dash was currently having a drunk arm wrestle with the blue Pegasus. The orange mares Stetson hat was set down on the table, and as her arm was pressed down, she ended up crushing her hat.

This clearly caused annoyance for her, as she gave a growl “Best of three!”

The final of the six friends was a bright yellow pegasus, who unlike the other members of the group had not totally disregarded the fact the two bakery ponies were working really hard.

She brushed her hair out out of her eyes and tugged down her green jumper, the only mare in the room wearing something to cover her breasts, besides the bakery mare who was wearing a white apron with “Kiss the cook” Written across it in bright pink lettering.

Fluttershy moved behind the counter and gave a smile to the bakery mare and her much thinner husband. “Y-You two have worked really hard, I can get the rest of the baked goods out, you two go and relax.”

The two ponies looked to each other, then back to the normally shy pegasus.
“that is very kind of you dear! Thank you so much!” The chubby bakery mare gave her a slight hug, then moved passed her and towards where all the cakes had been set out.

Fluttershy pulled a spare apron down, putting it on even though she did not really need to wear it as she was only needed to pull the cakes from out of the oven, but somehow wearing it made her feel comfortable and less naked. She watched with a smile as all her friends enjoyed the party, happy to do anything that would make her friends happy, even if it lessened her own enjoyment.

Suddenly, the chubby form of Pinkie Pie was distorted by a number of strong convulsions tearing through her body. She fell backwards off her seat as her tail twitched and her mane stood up

Of course, everyone was convinced that something serious was happening to her. Twilight and Starlight, who were currently deep in a conversation about magic, practically threw themselves from their seats, rushing towards the chubby pink pony to see if she was OK.

Before they could reach her however, she bounced back to her feet.
“Wowie! That was a doozy! Several gunmen are about to burst through the front door and slaughter us all!”

She paused.
“Wait, that does not sound like fu-”

She was cut off by the loud roar of automatic gunfire tore through the air, the .45 rounds tearing through the thin wooden door like it was made out of paper. The area Twilight, Pinkie and Starlight were stood in was also in the way of the bullets.

Twilight had several rounds tear through her, sending white hot agony tearing through the princess. One of the rounds tore through her breast, making it jiggle as the force of the impact sent her stumbling. She fell backwards over Pinkie’s chair.

Even with the rounds tearing bloody holes through her, she managed to make it to the bakery counter before one of the rounds tore through her skull, sending chunks of skull and gray matter spraying across the table as she collapsed.

He back was resting against the counter, which held her up as her head flopped back, pushing out her bullet riddled breasts as her legs slipped to either side of her limp arms, giving a perfect view of the Princess’ virgin cunt as her bladder gave up, sending a spray of golden yellow urine spraying from out of it.

Strarlight was behind Twilight when this happened, and only a few of the rounds hit her after punching through the naked form of her friend. She was badly hurt, but only one of the rounds had hit her chest, most of them tearing into her slender arms.

Of course, she was still in shock, and it was not until the six changeling gunmen in grey trench coats stepped into the room that she managed to react. Her horn was just lighting up into a spell when the first gunman levelled the Thomson submachine gun at her, pressing down the trigger.

Before the spell was finished, a hail of lead ripped towards her as the gun roared. The rounds tore through her chest, sending spurts of blood everywhere as Starlight tried to scream.

One of the rounds sank straight into her nearly perfect cunt, tearing clean through it. Strarlight went to cover this most sensitive part as blood poured from it. She fell backwards over the same chair Twilight had, her legs folding over the seat as the rest of her flopped limp to the ground.

Her ruined cunt released a stream of urine all over her chest as she whimpered, in far too much pain to even think of doing something to help her friends. The six remaining gunmen opened fire, sending bullets tearing into the wall, and likely the most upsetting part of this situation, the cakes that lined the shelves.

The protective glass around them shattered, the large rounds tearing apart the baked goods, tearing apart sponge and spraying frosting against the backwall, several different types of frosting and filling spraying against the wall as the cakes were torn apart and wiped from existence.

And, almost as sad, Pinkie Pie was now stood right in front of several fully automatic weapons. It was not even possible to pick out single shots, her breasts jiggled like they were being smacked around by a gale force wind, her chest being shredded by bullets. Blood poured from her mouth, and then her head was torn apart by bullets and she collapsed on a table, her body twitching softly.

Rainbow Dash had faster reflexes then any of her friends, her wings pushing her into the air as she tried to divebomb the monsters that had hurt her friends. Of course, the bakery had a really low celling and with how powerful her wings were, she smacked her head of the roof and was torn apart by bullets, one of them tearing through her eye and turning it into a bloody pulp as she fell like a bird with a clipped wing.

She smashed into one of the shelves, collapsing through them and collapsing in a bloody, cake covered mess. Her cunt twitched, and then a thick stream of musky yellow urine poured from out of her cunt, mixing with the cake and sealing the fact she deserved to die, because you never fuck with cakes.

Applejack’s death was quick, several dozen rounds tearing through her skull and spraying them all over the table as she collapsed against it, her mouth flapping uselessly. In the end, she had been too stunned to even move from her seat.

Fluttershy tried her best to protect the cakes, or maybe she was just pressing against the remaining cake counter because she was in shock and wanted to save her life.

She failed at both, the rounds tearing through both layers of clothing and making her breasts jiggle obscenely. Then she collapsed, falling behind the counter with a pathetic whimper as her blood poured from out of the many bullet holes, staining her green jumper a deep crimson, her life pouring out of her body as she stared at the urine and blood pooling around her.

Mr and Ms cake did not do very well either. Her husband bravely tried to hide behind her, using her fat body as an improvised shield. This failed to work as the rounds tore straight through her, tearing him apart.

He collapsed to the ground, giving ragged breathes from ruined lungs, blood pouring out of his mouth. The only thing he could focus on however, was the fact he had an erection, his modest horse cock twitching between his legs even as his life left him.

His wife fell backwards, collapsing atop him and fixing him a terrified stare, a bullet hole right between them. Instead of feeling fear, the poor baker whimpered in pleasure, his wife collapsing on his cock had forced him to orgasm.

He let out a throaty groan as his cock throbbed, then sprayed thick ropes of cum against her back and across his chest. This left him far too weak to even struggle, and with a final gasp, he gave in. His eyes slowly closed, grinding against his wife’s back as death took him.

The gunmen were caught off guard when the door to the storage closet tore open, the angry form a light purple dragon tearing towards them. Bullets smacked into his body, but did little to slow him.

One of the them was forced to reload, giving a shocked curse as Spike tore into him, claws tearing out the gunponies throat. Their comrades had no problems shooting through their friend however, and one of the rounds finally blew his brains out the back of his head.

The two males collapsed atop each other, softly convulsing and gasping.

Trixie had managed to get upstairs in this time, and she threw herself from the window, hitting the ground with a crunch as her leg gave out. Before she could get to her feet, one of the gunponies turned to her.

The bullets smacked into her rear, making it jiggle and wobble about as the mare screamed. One of the bullets smacked into the top of her spine, severing it. She collapsed, her eyes rolling up as she went limp like a noodle.

She collapsed on her face, her ass in the air as piss poured down her thighs. A truly pathetic end

The gunponies reloaded, then went to check the storage closet. Hidden right at the back behind all of the bakery ingredients was Rarity, her mane was a mess and she was covered in cum and sweat, her cunt dribbling cum.

“W-wait!” She tried to say. The gunponies did not even react, the three of them sending lead hailing into the room. Rarity’s breasts were torn to ribbons, her face torn apart and blow apart into bloody chunks as piss and cum poured from her cunt, forming a puddle between her legs as her perfect body was torn into bloody chunks.

And then the bakery was silent, the gunponies leaving as quickly as they had arrived, leaving nothing but death and empty shells behind.

Fluttershy was not quite dead however. She had been hit several times, but by biting into her jumper to hide her weapons. Non of the bullets seemed to have hit anything serious.

But her friends… Her friends were all dead. She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to hold on until the guards arrived.

She was going to get the ponies that had done this, even if it ended up killing her.