Author's Note

Warning: This chapter contains Death, some blood/violence/grotesque imagery.

Genocide Is Painless

Warm sunlight streamed in from the windows, its rays falling upon Shining Armor and his lovers. He yawned wide and held them close to his muscular chest. They wrapped their limbs about him and nuzzled him, both of them still happily asleep. He could barely remember last night other than the fact that it was some of the best sex he'd ever had.

After they had tended to him so well, perhaps it was time to return the favor? He carefully wormed his way out of their arms, slid under the covers, and turned onto his belly, so that he could stare into their lovely nethers. It wasn't unusual for Cadance to wake him up with a blowjob, taking her time so that he wouldn't awaken until an orgasm started to hit him. However sweet as she was, he'd eaten her out many times; he couldn't help but be curious about how Sunset tasted.

He spread Sunset's legs open, pressed his snout to her sex, traced her slit with his tongue. She stirred a tad with a low moan but remained fast asleep. His horn glowed as he used telekinesis to grasp her folds and slowly spread them open. Her cunt was a bright pink that dripped a trickle of marecum that trickled down over her puckered anus. She whimpered quietly and writhed about in rapture. Her cheeks burned red and her breasts heaved amidst low pants. "D-don't tease me," she mumbled in her sleep.

He lapped at the moist insides of her folds, savored a salty and somewhat spicy taste. He flicked her swollen clit, kissed and suckled her love button, felt the warm splash of marecum as she squirted a bit on his face. Her marehood continued to wink under powerful contractions. He traced her ponut with a hoof, poked and prodded it, before he sunk his way inside. She was so warm and inviting. To her this was simply a wet dream.

With his other hoof he decided to give his wife some overdue attention, and stroked her flower which watered almost immediately. "Shiney," she cooed her pet name for him in her sleep. Her legs parted reflexively to better allow him access.

Sunset clenched as she came hard with a shrill cry. "S-Shining-!" Her eyes shot wide open as she squirmed under his ministrations. "Oh...ah..." She squeezed Cadance's hoof who had also snapped to awareness under a combination of pleasure and noise.

He smirked at them and continued to tend to their needs. And maybe a few of his own he had to admit. He adored the way these mares writhed under his sensual touch.

Sunset suddenly looked rather anxious. "I...I don't taste bad, do I? Be honest."

"Are you serious? Your hot pussy is delicious," he said with her marecum still stained around his lips. "I could eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! And for a snack too!"

"I wish you'd do that for me more often," admitted Cadance.

He suddenly felt bad he'd not tended to her in that way more often. She had a sweet taste he relished. "Okay, I promise. It'll be a reward for me, too." Sunset rolled over, groped one of Cadance's teats with a hoof, while she took the other one into her mouth, as she helped him finish her off. The Princess of love squealed cheerfully.

He drove his snout into his wife, licked deep inside her squishy love tunnel, used his hoof to trace her anus. Sunset circled one of her mounds, the other one within her mouth, as she carefully nibbled her erect nipple with her teeth, traced her areola with playful laps. She rested her hooves on their heads and cried, "Ooh! I-I love you!"

Her vulva quaked and splattered them in a shower of feminine cream. They lapped it up and he shared a sloppy kiss with Sunset. She blushed as she tasted herself and his wife on his mouth, savored the mixture of their clear marecum. Cadance huffed and heaved as her contractions started to slow. She pulled them close to her afterwards and kissed them on the cheek. The trio laid in the sweat-soaked sheets for several minutes.

"I'll make you breakfast," he said and started to rise.

Sunset pushed him back down and shook her head. "No, you need to rest. I'll do it." Besides the couple needed each other's company after so much time apart.

He reluctantly conceded with a nod. "Okay. Cook us up something nice." He smacked her bottom to send her off, watched the exaggerated way she swayed it at them as she left, and the lovers held each other and studied her shapely backside while she retreated. He breathed in the scent of his wife and basked in her body heat.

"She's beautiful. You couldn't have picked a better mare," said Cadance.

"I have you and Twiley to thank for that. Where is she, anyhow?"

Lost in her studies I believe. She's hard at work for the sake of Equestria, and from what Celestia and Luna have told me, often spends most of her time alone in some private lab she hasn't even shared the location of. Of course we can't deny her results, but I don't think it's healthy to be so solitary all the time. Maybe I should talk to her."

"Sure. But later today. For now I'd like to spend some time with you." In truth he was still a little homesick after all the time they'd spent apart.

With all the propaganda and a rather lavish and romantic fair that she'd had thrown across the Crystal Empire, he wondered how many couples or even complete strangers were busy producing the next generation of ponies right now. They would rush home to make some foals, or slip away somewhere more private, perhaps even an empty alleyway nearby. She'd told the troops to look the other way if they came upon such acts even in the open. She wanted to encourage her citizens to produce as many offspring as possible. And since they loved their amorous Princess they happily did so.

Nearly an hour passed before Sunset returned with a tray stacked to the brim with various treats she'd either whipped up or ransacked from the kitchen. She watched them coyly with her face half-hidden under her wavy mane, pinkened a little when they selected the heart-shaped cookies she baked, and shared a nibble that ended in a kiss.

*****

Twilight burned holes into the twin maids upon their return. She stared at them over her spectacles and casually turned the pages of the Necronomicon. Gloom suffused the rustic dungeon which smelled of mustiness and was caked in a thin layer of dusts and cobwebs. "So...you dare to return here after you've failed so completely?"

Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse bowed low. "We still need time to master our powers," the pair said as one. They now shared a telepathic link in addition to their physical link ever since their transmutation into succubi. "But we promise to do better, mistress."

"Very well. I shall overlook this blunder...once." In truth she didn't care why her servants had failed. She simply wasn't satisfied with her latest results, despite the fact that she continued to infiltrate Equestrian society, more forcefully turned to her side by the day.

"We appreciate your mercy, mistress." Even once they were broken in her slaves maintained similar but twisted versions of their old personalities. They had lived to serve nearly their entire lives and now continued to do so for their new keeper.

Trixie sat in the shadows and listened in. Ever since awareness had been returned to her flashes of the crimes she'd been forced to commit under her mistress weighed heavily upon her. She looked to Twilight's preserved body chained on a wall and felt sick to her core. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do for her now.

Fortunately her mistress believed she was thoroughly broken by now, especially after that attempted suicide stunt. She would put on the tears and plead on occasion, careful not to overdo it, and was grateful her stage presence had given her so much practice acting. She'd needed her to think she was helpless in order to swipe supplies whenever nopony was paying any attention to her. But she had to be particularly careful around her counterpart from the other world, who seemed to watch her curiously at all times.

She'd cobbled together a few crude smoke bombs, fireworks, lock picks, and another of small items she thought could prove useful later. Even were her magic not sealed she was no match for this monster in a head-on battle. She'd have to be crafty.

Twilight Sparkle's hooves clopped on the stonework as she paced the laboratory. her horribly stained and frayed at the edges lab coat trailed behind her. "Fuck," she cursed to nopony in particular. "Why am I always so unsatisfied? After all I've accomplished..."

Her small audience listened intently. Trixie doubted there would be a better chance than this. Certainly not soon and by then there would be tons more victims. More blood on her hooves she could have prevented. She could still redeem herself.

She wrapped up in her starry cape to hide what she was up to, set up a series of tiny rockets, and with a quiet flick of a lighter lit their fuses. Luckily the clop of hooves combined with the ranting monologues of their mistress obscured the noise. She cupped a smoke bomb in one hoof, more sewn into the hidden pockets of her cape.

The rockets fired off and struck home at the potions and beakers on display. A fiery explosion of chemicals shook the entire lab, and combined with a brilliant display of blinding fireworks, which screamed and scattered a light-show about. But before the others could even start to recover their bearings, she tossed the bomb, which flooded the interior in a dark cloud of smoke which only added to the confusion.

"What the hell?! Get the fire extinguisher!" Flames danced and smoke trailed in wisps as the disaster continued to spread. The mistress desperately scooped up piles of notes and diagrams, teleported them away before the fire could claim them.

Trixie didn't care about any of that. Part of her wanted to hope her bandmates would survive this; another part believed they would be better off dead. She doubted their minds could ever be restored or that they would be able to endure what had happened were that to happen. She leapt at the Necronomicon and swiped it up.

She made a mad dash for one of the hidden exits with the tome tucked under one arm, skidded to a sudden halt when her counterpart blocked the way. "Sorry," she said sincerely as she tossed another smoke bomb directly in her face. Her double hacked and wiped at teary blinded eyes as she dashed past her and pushed a wall open.

"Stop her," the harsh voice called behind the witch. She simply rushed onward without daring to look back, running through the labyrinthine maze of corridors, the drip-drop of water echoing through the dank stones. A cool breeze howled between the weather-worn holes. She raced for several minutes at a full gallop until her lungs started to burn.

She turned a corner only to see Foal-Bearer block the narrow path, her radiance even more pronounced as she openly took on her succubi form, leather wings exploding in a mist of blood from her back, tiny horns arising from her temple. Her eyes were cat-like and an unnaturally long tongue flicked out between rows of razor-sharp teeth. She was simultaneously rather beautiful and like some monster born of a terrible nightmare.

She saw little choice but to turn back, and like she feared, Wet Nurse blocked that path as well, her sister's twin even after her transmutation. They stalked towards her. The ceiling was too narrow for her to successfully hope over either of them, and besides, these earth ponies could easily take her in a physical fight, even before their alterations.

With a deep breath she was almost ready to resign herself to her fate. But she couldn't accept that. Some alien force embedded in the Necronomicon compelled her to look down at the tome, and her hooves trembled as she pried it open, instinctively turned to a spell that could help her out. Somehow she was able to read the unknown words.

The succubi maids rushed her in tandem. She summoned up a small dome much like the one she'd trapped Ponyville in. They were cast backwards under the sudden invisible force, hurtled aside and knocked senseless under the impact.

She scurried past them and continued to rifle about the forbidden tome. She told herself this was utterly insane, that this abomination had murdered Twilight, but it carried a compulsion even stronger than the urge to eat or mate or even survive. She read another stream of unknown words and a portal materialized in the air before her. Her heart skipped as she hopped into the shimmery warp which closed behind her.

*****

Foam covered the battered lab once the destruction was finally under control. Twilight cursed at the blackened notes, the shattered equipment, and the destroyed specimens that still remained. Luckily none of her slaves had been lost.

However that was a cold comfort once she realized Trixie had stolen the Necronomicon. Her horn lit up as she started to turn her wrath on Trixie's oblivious counterpart, only to pause when the twins stalked back in with their heads bowed. "Well?"

The twins shook their heads. "Trixie opened up a portal and escaped."

Their mistress became even more irrational. "To where?!"

"We...we have no idea," admitted Foal-Bearer who wilted under her stare. "Most likely she'll return to warn the Princesses-" A crack sounded as her head started to twist unnaturally under Twilight's well-practiced psychokinesis. Her head was turned a centimeter at a time, the snap of bones audible with each subdued twist.

Wet Nurse not only watched in wide-eyed horror, but shared her twin's pain, felt like her own neck was being broken. Tears streamed down her face as she helpless watched the final turn and the fires faded from her sister's eyes. The tongue lolled from Foal-Bearer's snout in a puddle of spit when she slumped to her side on the cold floor.

Searing pain rippled through Wet Nurse's neck even now, but she hardly cared, shaking as she stared down at her sister's corpse. She'd felt her die. "Sister? Sister! Please mistress," she sobbed hysterically. "Give her back to me! I can't live without her!"

"Silence or I shall end your worthless life as well."

"Yes! I'd rather die than be without her!" She shook and curled up to her twin.

"Trixie. Dispose of that trash so Wet Nurse can focus on her work." The witch cheerfully scooped up the cadaver with her telekinesis. "Wait." She looked to the carcass of her own double. "Maybe I can use her to test my latest spell." She still recalled the words from the Necronomicon. Perhaps she could still revive her husk as a zombie after all.

Foal-Bearer could easily be replaced. The Crystal Empire was stocked with maids; she doubted this one would be particularly missed. However the Princess of Friendship? She was a unique specimen with almost limitless potential that could still be exploited.

*****

However it wasn't the Princesses that Trixie returned to, or even any of her other friends, once she landed on the other side of the portal with a plop. She hit the dirt face-first with a thud and rolled across the barren earth with the Necronomicon held desperately to her bosom the entire time. Darkness enshrouded the land.

She cowered as a series of thick shadows cast by who-knows-what were cast over the land as they passed. Her heart raced. She smelled brimstone and sulfur.

Skulls and bones from a myriad of creatures were neatly stacked into small hills. She wasn't certain whether it was to warn others or simply a morbid decoration. A lake of blood sloshed and churned nearby. She almost wretched at the viscera soup.

She looked to the moon and saw the symbol that made it clear Luna had been sealed within it once more. Yet when she looked upon the terrible state of Equestria, smoke and fires and screams far in the distance, she somehow doubted Celestia existed anymore either. The prophecy the Princesses feared had come to pass.

The Necronomicon had transported her sometime into the future. She threw it open, leafed about it rapidly, tried to rediscover the proper spell to send her back, but somehow it evaded her repeated attempts. And with the thousands upon thousands of pages which made up this densely written book it could take an entire lifetime to rediscover what she needed. She shouted in frustration and burst into tears.

For all she knew all the various tribes of races had finally went to war as alliances broke down. She doubted the chances of her fellow ponies survival, were the more predatory creatures that filled Equestria decided that they would suddenly and openly prey upon them. Even with their spells it would likely end in a quite bloody massacre.

Yet she wanted to believe there was a chance. That while a sliver of hope remained the world could still be saved. Even by a pony like her. She inhaled deeply and set off on a twisted path of shattered stone that apparently led back to the nearest civilization.