Justice Finally Served

Nightfall wasn't sure how long she stared the pulsating cock down, anticipating her imminent ravishing. He enjoyed the expression of resolved dread in her eyes enough to take things slow.

Finally he tightened his grip on her head and yanked her forward. He jabbed his foul-smelling erection against her limp, open muzzle; her terror kept her from even trying to close it. He slammed in harder than expected, not caring for the foal's comfort, and forced past her tiny throat on the first shove. As he wrenched it open and pushed downward, the filly's neck swelled grotesquely with the girth of his shaft.

She choked hard on the lump of flesh, but couldn't pull away. As her vision blurred with tears, she tried to raise her hooves to push him away, but she only managed violent twitching in her front hooves. Maybe that was best; once she was dead, maybe he'd have no motive to continue to her family if she didn't give him a hard time.

He slammed her face until his belly collided with her nose, balls smacking against her chin as her saliva and tears streamed down the perverted sperm sacks. She tried hard to move her tongue out of the way to void his disgusting taste, but what little movement she managed only pleasured him.

"That's it, work that tongue," Fox groaned. "You sure you haven't done this before? You know, believe it or not, you'll get better at it by the time you die. Near the end your tongue instinctively laps at anything I put in your muzzle in a desperate attempt to get moisture. It's pretty hilarious.... and hot... aw yeah."

She wasn't sure if he believed that or if he was mocking her. She also wasn't sure if the dizziness she now felt was the drug or just the difficulty breathing with a cock violently rammed down her throat.

Though she tried to not think about what the drug did to her, it was hard not to. Her curious mind was a curse. Even as she awaited her own slow demise, her mind worked through equations and theories about how the potion he used to murder her must work. Maybe figuring it out was the biggest victory she could now achieve in her utterly wasted life.

It wasn't just figuring it out though. Keeping her mind busy was a defensive measure, trying to stave off the inevitable if this potion really caused full mind destruction. In this situation the best she could hope for was to still be herself when she died.

She thought of her family and how they‘d react. Even if she rationalized he wasn't likely to go after them, it would still affect them. How they would cry for her, their despair. She couldn't decide if she wanted someone to find her body afterward or not; which would be most devastating? Not knowing what happened to her or knowing she died like this?

"Sometimes I wonder what goes through a mare's mind," Fox panted, sensing the concentration in her sobbing eyes. "Knowing you'll die, feeling your mind slip away, knowing there's nothing you can do. Just the thought of what you're going through is enough to get me rock hard, not that I don't appreciate your deliciously underage throat."

His inability to shut up wasn't helping, and he spoke loud enough for her to hear him over the sloppy vomit-like sound of his shaft invading her throat. Finally she gave up her pointless attempts to move and just let her body fall limp. Her front hooves dangled and hind hooves folded into a sitting position as he used her head like a toy, but both still twitched as much as they had when she was trying. That just underscored how hopeless her situation had become.

Her throat burned as each thrust felt more forceful than the last, violent twitches wrecking her body with each impact. Worse though, she felt her mind burn with each passing second. She couldn't move her limbs any longer even if she wanted to, an exhausting numbness spreading through her starting at her extremities.

The thoughts about how the potion worked stuttered as she forgot the more complex concepts, having to strain to remember. Then the brief realization hit her that they weren't complex concepts, she was having to strain to remember simple concepts, things ponies with no magical training would have known. The ideas collapsed, and she strained just to hold on to the awareness of her surroundings. Even the stabbing pain raping her throat became a welcome reminder she was still a conscious being.

The more she faded, the more rapid the deterioration felt. A last burst of panic coursed through her as her life faded into a nightmare. She tried to flail and struggle but could no longer move properly, instead only pleasuring her rapist with a flurry of convulsions around his shaft. He moaned and laughed as he grinned down at her, knowing what must be going through her mind. Or what ceased to go through it.

Oh Celestia! She couldn't let this happen to her! Her mind was the thing that made her special! She couldn't allow...

Wait. What was she thinking again? Where was she and what creature was shoving something in her hole? WHO was she even?

Her convulsions died down to a dull twitch though her throat still instinctively swallowed each time he forced his shaft into it. He shivered and arched his back, her young throat milking him better the more she faded as her body went from futile rebellion to instinct.

"That's it!" groaned Fox, salivating onto his little captive. "That last look of abject terror in your eyes as you feel the last fragments of conscious thought fading! A little smarty pants becoming nothing more than my personal fuck doll. Or in your case more like my personal fleshlight; you're pretty small.... oh fuck here it cums."

As his shaft throbbed within and expelled its load, Nightfall no longer even understood what was happening. She felt warmth shooting down into her gut, automatically swallowing around the shaft as she guzzled the thick stallion seed. In her normal mind, she would have vomited, but now her body just took it down.

"Mmmph," Fox said as he pulled back. "Enjoy, slut. This is the only thing you'll be getting in your belly until you die."

He pulled back, forcing her muzzle wide to blast another spurt inside, watching the goo defect against the young ones gums, another spurt spraying across her face. Her wide, glazed eyes didn't even blink as seed rolled down over their bare surface, too dumb to recognize how it burned.

The foal barely perceived the movement as he dragged her to the bed by her head and tossed her limp body atop it. She rolled several times before coming to rest about the middle of the bed. He didn't pounce on her right away, instead she vaguely perceived the sound of shuffling from behind her as she faced away from him.

When he grasped at her hooves with his magic again, she let him shift her about without complaint. Too far gone to even wish she could flail, she stared upwards at the ceiling as he rolled her onto her back. He lifted her forelegs upwards and outwards, a rough metal cuff fitted around each. He yanked them apart, each tied to a post at the head of the bed. Her small body strained to hold itself together as the lengths of bondage were too short for such a tiny victim, stretching her out painfully.

Even with her full mental facilities, she'd have not understood why he was binding her. Perhaps it was just a fetish of his, but it was a small mercy that her numb body felt only a dull ache as her joints and muscles pulled at unnatural angles. Between her hind legs, he fitted a metal bar attached to each back hoof, holding her legs apart. That served some purpose at least since her limp limbs wanted to fold inward.

"The last few days of your pathetic life will be a blur," he purred, coming close so she could feel his breath against her virgin nethers. "My cock will be your entire existence, by the time you die you won't even remember a time before you were an inanimate sex toy."

Fox took it slow for a moment, just enjoying the foal's mindless suffering as she sprawled there like a perverse buffet. He ran his tongue over her slit, from end to end and circling around her tiny clit. The drug which had taken years and many dead mares to perfect, had a side effect of making the female sopping wet while simultaneously dulling her ability to feel pleasure. Even her soft young pussy, not yet meant to be touched, was drooling with fuck honey and ready for penetration.

"Delicious," he said between slow laps. "Being too young to appreciate what this is for doesn't keep it from being used, slut. Not that you could appreciate it either way now, which is good because sex toys aren't suppose to enjoy it."

Fox pressed his tongue deeper, sliding over her hymen, feeling it give to the pressure. He didn't break through it since that was a job for his rape pole, but enjoyed her last shred of dignity and innocence before it was time to defile it.

He circled around her clit with his tongue once more, then moved upwards to slurp at her tiny flat breasts. The spongy flesh gave to the pressure as he nudged them around, lapping at the nipples which had hardened because of the effects of the drug. His tongue continued to lap up her body, over her belly button and up her chest, feeling her slow shallow breaths. All the while, his shaft neared her purity like a tiger about to eviscerate its prey.

Though she barely knew what was happening or who she was, she felt the slimy warm tongue sliding over her body, tasting every inch. Even then she knew this was wrong, brain burning with humiliation and disgust. They were the last few emotions she could muster, tears still trickling from her eyes. When he got to her face, he licked them from her face, running his tongue over her open eye. The eye darted around in confusion, but no longer understood that it should blink to avoid the discomfort.

Even in her current condition, her body jerked when his tip touched her nethers. He grunted and rubbed a hoof over her body as he kissed her, exploring her tiny mouth and pushing her limp tongue around her muzzle as he stared in her wide, shocked eyes. He slid his length along her slit, wetting the underside with her profuse unnatural secretions, teasing her with the imminent invasion.

But even if she had been mature enough, she was beyond feeling pleasure from the contact. All she could do was acknowledge that some creature touched her with some part of its body and that it felt perverse. He rolled his eyes back and shivered at the warmth of filly puss as it touched him, but she only stared upward at the stallion using her.

The fleshy tip pulsed as it pressed against her, pushing her tight labia apart. They slowly stretched around his tip and he enjoyed her warmth as it oozed around him. He felt himself touch her virginity, enjoying how it stretched against him, then went for it. He grasped her hips in his magic to keep her steady and rammed forward

She may have been tight, but he had enough experience with unwilling cunts to have little difficulty. He angled perfectly as he shoved, popping her little cherry and letting her hot lips slide down his thick length. Her belly bulged with the girth of the adult shaft as he continued to sink into her, not stopping the stroke until he impacted the back of her shallow vagina.

It was a small mercy that her melting brain barely registered the jolt of pain as he raped away her innocence, now just a trickle of blood drooling down his balls as he forced his way deeper. He drew back and slammed into her cervix several more times before it gave, moaning louder at the tight womb entrance clenching his dick as he drove it all the way to the back. His belly smacked firmly against her own as he fully penetrated her, stretching the back wall of her immature womb.

The wicked doctor took long slow strokes to enjoy every inch of the overstretched pleasure furnace. He drooled onto her face, saliva puddling in her wide-open eyes as she stared upward. The only signs of life were the small convulsion that shivered through her body with each slam forward of his hips. Her breathing was shallow, barely noticeable, but he could feel her pulse through his shaft as he raped her.

“Guess that slut next door got a reprieve,” he grunted as he gradually increased his speed. “I was gonna do her next, but I saw you wandering around lost and... couldn't resist. I'll do her once you're all nice and used up, then it‘s best if I head out, right?” He chuckled. “Still, I want to stay for at least a few days after you're dead. Especially if your well-fucked corpse is found, I want to see what kind of sexy panic goes through the city. Not the smartest thing but... fuck I gotta get caught eventually, and getting killed by the Princess herself would ensure I go down in history. It's not like a goodie four-shoes like her will be willing to do enough that I actually regret it.”

He didn't seem to know how to stop talking. It barely mattered though, as during that little speech, his words meant less and less. As the little mind faded more, the sounds he made devolved into meaningless murmurs. The only thing Nightfall knew now was feeling the thick slab of flesh stretching her body with each stab, a numb tightness flowing through her with each shove.

The increasing neural destruction dulled even her inner muscles. At first her little pussy suckled his dick much like any would whether or not its owner wanted it to. But gradually her inner spasms died and there was barely a twitch. Maybe some stallions preferred a spastic cunt, but not Fox. The whole purpose of his drug was that he loved fucking dead mares, but a dead mare didn't last long before she smelled. So he'd made a way to keep the meat fresh longer. That was all the genius student was now: fuck meat.

Fox wondered what great things she would have done. She might have saved thousands for all he knew. He hoped she would have at least because that meant he'd be responsible for thousands of deaths by snuffing her out. SO fucking hot.

Her eyes glazed as he continued thrusting, the lewd, audible suction of him plunging her filly puss filling the room. He smiled down at the vegetating mind, sliding his hooves over her body to enjoy the life that would give him so much pleasure as he used it up. He playfully pushed a hoof edge against her eye, pushing it around the socket to enjoy the lack of response. The last bit of her tears were drying up, no longer capable of crying, her brilliant mind reduced to a blank slate.

He shivered, increasing his motions as he felt pressure build from within. His front hooves lifted her rump upwards, pile driving her limp body against the bed. He panted as he bottomed out with each thrust, tip impacting the back of her womb and heavy balls spanking her perfect young plot.

He groaned as he reached his peak, knowing the scum living in the same apartment building wouldn't question his moaning. They wouldn't have questioned it even if a little filly sobbing had accompanied it. He clenched her tighter in his hooves, twisting her hips to get deeper. There was a sickening crack as her pelvis fractured from the strain, but her body didn't so much as twitch at the injury, her mind erased beyond her even noticing such things.

Even if he rarely indulged in underage pussy, he couldn't help but cum hard in the tight little flesh pit. He convulsed harder than she ever had and unloaded a flood of thick sperm into her womb. Her belly bulged as her womb swelled like a water balloon, overflowing around his cock. He yanked out, expelling the rest on her limp body, splattering thick seed along her soft fur.

For a moment, he flopped atop her, just enjoying the well-used filly that'd so stupidly donated her body to be used up and snuffed for his pleasure. He slid a hoof over her form, enjoying the stickiness for a moment, but as he came down from his fuck high, he didn't want her to be matted when he used her again the next morning.

Fox pulled himself off of her, unlatching her restraints one cuff at a time and leaving them hanging on the bed. He left for the kitchen, dragging the foal behind him by one hind leg, her other three hanging limply as she stared at nothing. Filling the sink with warm soapy water, he tossed her in as he would any other dirty dish or toy.

The thing he liked most about foals was that they were easy to clean between sessions. He scrubbed her down with a dish brush, getting the spunk out of her fur. Using the scrub brush he used for dirty cups, he shoved it into her well-used cunt and wrenched it around to clean out his spunk, leaving himself a fresh soapy hole for next time. He did the same to her muzzle, ramming the cleaning sponge right down her throat. The child stared even as it stretched out her neck, no longer showing any hint of a gag reflex.

Once he'd cleaned his new toy, he toweled her off and brushed her fur into a reasonable state as a filly might one of her dolls. He carried her back to the bedroom, then carried her into the bed itself. He yawned, satisfied with his day as he pulled down the bed covers and slipped beneath them.

Hugging his new toy against him, he drifted into a soft sleep. Nightfall lay there, hugged like a plush toy, wide awake. She'd be conscious until the moment she died, but would never comprehend her situation. Tomorrow morning he'd use her again, and again seven or eight times during the day between other experiments. He'd make sure he used her body well for what all mares should be used for, then toss her out like the dirty cum rag she was.

And atop all that, having snatched a prized pupil from the most powerful being in Equestria had been the ultimate power trip. He would definitely never regret this.