Justice Finally Served

Fox rarely went for young fillies, though he wouldn't argue that a tight hole thrilled his cock. That and the ruining something so pure and innocent was a definite thrill. But any mare would do, or female of any species. Aside from all the fillies and mares he'd killed this way, he'd done dragons, griffons, a hippogriff, and even a few non-sentient beasts when there wasn't another convenient target. Anything with a pussy to rape during and after her death was a valid target.

The single biggest turn on was intelligence though. The more brilliant of a mind he ruined, the better it was. It was his dream to bag a princess, but he'd never manage that, so Celestia's top pupil was the hottest pussy he'd ever get his rape on with. And he enjoyed every second. He fucked her over a dozen times a day, giving the brain dead brat twice as much use as what he normally gave a mare.

It'd been five days of the near constant use. It surprised Fox a filly of her age lasted this long, but she was on the edge. He'd watched a lot of mares die of thirst and he'd gotten good at telling when they were about to go. Chances are, the next time he came inside her sweet little pussy, it'd be an act of necrophilia rather than rape, not that there was much difference in her state.

Given it‘d be the last time pounding her pussy, he made it special. He carried her limp body into the bathroom with him and dropped her on the floor as he filled the bathtub with warm water. He dumped bubble bath into the tub, letting the suds pile up so he could have a nice soak-n-snuff with the filly. There was nothing like a freshly-murdered waterlogged corpse.

For now she was still alive, but just barely. Her eyes were wide open, but glazed over wasn't a good word for it with how dry they looked, faded white as if she'd long ago lost all ability to see. Her muzzle hung open, tongue dry, swollen, and yellowish in color from the dehydration. The only moisture on her pale face was a few drops of spunk that he'd missed wiping off after their last go an hour earlier.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as if her lungs could barely inflate. A mere touch on her body could feel the rapid thumping of her desperate heart. Her whole form was hot with fever, but not a drop of perspiration. From time to time her body would convulse, retching as if trying to vomit, but she'd long ago expelled anything left in her body.

While he'd kept her clean, her flesh was losing its elasticity as she dehydrated. Her pussy was still gaping wide from the last time he used her, looking as if he'd just yanked his shaft free even if it'd been an hour. He could still see the imprint of his hooves against her flanks and her belly was still distended from her last use, the shape of his shaft permanently etched into her flesh.

Fox loved a body's tendency to do that as it dried out, because it ensured if they found her body, there would be no doubt what had happened to her, to know she spent her last few days in life being defiled by his wicked cock.

As his shaft throbbed, Fox slipped into the tub and sank into the water, laying upon his back. He floated her over in his magic, sitting her in his lap as he did so and feeling his hooves over her lithe, emaciated body. He shivered, his dick pulsing with bliss as her body settled against him, watching the bathwater slosh up to her chest and the suds billow around her. This would be so hot; he never tired of watching an innocent life end.

A smile played across his face as he lowered her face towards the water. Even in her comatose state, she seemed to sense the steam from the warm water and her tongue reached towards it. Instead though he slid her muzzle over his throbbing erection that poked free above the water. Her tongue was dry, feeling more like cardboard than flesh, but her warm shallow breath still made him throb.

But his main interest was still her other hole, so he lifted her body back out of the water and looked at her gaping cunny. He floated a bottle of lubricant from the sink, turning her upside down and pushing the nozzle into her slit. He squeezed it to lubricate her interior, her body shivering at the cool burst of goo inside her, before setting the bottle aside. Using his telekinesis, he lathered up her insides with the slick lubrication it could no longer produce on its own. Her also retrieved duct tape from a nearby shelf, taping her muzzle shut to make sure she didn't get water from the tub on accident.

Her chafed inner tunnel felt more like lubricated latex against his shaft than an actual filly as he settled her back into his lap and prodded her with his tip. He shivered, moving his hooves back to her hips. Her let her upper body hang limp so she'd flop about as he pulled her downward onto his erection. She slid over him with a lewd moist sound, her limp body barely twitching at the renewed rape.

"Mmm, you know, I don't even remember your name," Fox sighed as he pulled her downward, taking it slow to enjoy her tense flesh sliding down his length. "Not that it matters. Fleshlights don't need names."

He let out a sigh as he moved her up and down on his shaft, ears perked and listening to the slurp of each thrust into her, the warm water of the tub sloshing about with the movements. Her body flopped about, forward and back like a rag doll as he used her. He leaned forward, licking at her taped muzzle and across her face. He could feel the twitch of her swollen tongue right through the tape gag as it spasmed with need at the mere touch of his moist saliva to her face.

As tempting as it was to blow his load in the hot dying little filly, he held it back. He could see her life was dangling by a single thread, ready to pass into oblivion at any moment, and he wanted his next orgasm to pump into her freshly-murdered corpse. He moaned as her body started to spasm, taking her last gasps as her body struggled to remain functional.

"That's it!" he encouraged despite her inability to comprehend anything. "Die with my throbbing cock inside your well-used underage cunt!"

Her body retched one more time, but still there was little left to spill. Her twitches increased to convulsions as her tiny heartbeat drew unsteady, echoing through her dry body. He slid a hoof to her chest, shivering himself and moaning as he felt it beat its last. Her nose flared as she took one last gasp before her convulsions died to a dull shiver and then stopped all together. A slow drool of blood replaced the breath flowing through her nostrils.

The intensity of murdering Princess Celestia's number one brat hit him so hard that he went off immediately. Such a bright little filly, now only a serial killer's statistic, flopped about still as he pummeled upwards into her, her belly swelling against with a new load of thick seed.

As intense as the orgasm was, he wasn't done with just that though. He excitedly sat up, flipping over to all fours and dropping her into the water. Now that she was dead, he immersed her beneath the water. He loosened the tape on her muzzle so the water that could have saved her flowed into her gaping dead maw. He didn't remove the tape completely because it was so sexy, but bubbles rose to the water's surface as her body filled.

Fox gripped her hips tighter than ever, water sloshing about as he rammed his hips as hard as he could. Cum spread out from her pussy from his last load, leaving swirls of white throughout the water, but he kept shoving. He groaned again as he punched her corpse in the back with a hoof, forcing the rest of the air from her lungs so she‘d fill with the water she'd so needed while alive. A swirl of red filled the water at her other end as cooling blood drooled form her muzzle.

His magic whisked the suds off the surface of the water so he could enjoy the sight of her wide-eyed death stare through the water. There was nothing so beautiful as a used-up female getting one last use before she was ready to throw out; even having just came he felt his muscles tense as another one rose from within him.

Fox moaned loudly as he let loose with all his desire, pounding the filly's cadaver with all his might before his own body convulsed. Only five minutes after the last, another orgasm tore through him and pumped into the gaping fuck hole of the filly. More red-streaked white flowed into the tub as she overflowed.

He yanked free, pulling her out of the water and turning her up like a soda to guzzle his own fluid from her corpse cunt. He let the mixture of his cum and her blood coat his gums as he savored the flavor, a few drops drizzling down his face. He gave one last groan as he ran his tongue inside, scooping out one last glob.

After that, he was done with her. He tossed her across the room the same as he would any other used up piece of trash. She landed perfectly in the trash can in the other corner of the bathroom, falling limp inside. She landed perfectly so that her dead-eyed stare looked right at him, and he grinned back at her as he finished his bath in the taint that now filled the tub.

A good fuck always made him have to piss, but after drying off he went to the trash instead of the toilet. He purred as he tugged the trash can containing the dead filly beneath him and relaxed. He looked between his front legs with a grin on hif face as he released. He watched his urine splatter all over the foal corpse, chuckling as he filled her open muzzle and watched it stream down her body. He drenched her already wet body with his piss before it trickled to a close.

When he was done using the piece of meat trash as a toilet, he grabbed the sack from the trash bin. He didn't bother giving her her own bag, just leaving her in there with food scraps and bathroom trash. He didn't even bother to tie it off, just dragging it behind him as he exited back into his bedroom.

He took one more moment to go to the saddlebags she'd had one when she got here. He'd noticed something before and wanted to do one last thing before tossing her out. It was an incredibly foalish thing, and he knew it, but it would be such a turn on to pull this on that prissy Princess.

Inside the filly's saddlebags was a thick book which he recognized. He'd read about these, and most of her top students got one. Inside were tons of letters she'd written to Celestia, and letters Celestia had written back to her. He'd greatly enjoyed reading them over the last few days, taking in all the progress he'd put to a stop just to have some intense orgasms.

He knew that anything he wrote in this book would go to a book that Celestia kept. No doubt over the last few days she'd been worried about why the little one hadn't wrote her, and probably had already looked for her. But Celestia couldn't trace this book unless something new was written in it. Celestia probably had Luna looking for the little one too, but of course Luna couldn't find the filly through her dreams when the drug hadn't allowed the little one to sleep all this time.

First, Fox got a camera from a nearby drawer. He opened up the trash, making sure that the filly was posed to get a good photo. He snapped the pic, getting the look of abject horror on her dead face and the cum and blood drooling from her well-used cunt. She really was beautiful like this, and the urine puddled in her wide opened eyes and muzzle only made her more so.

Next, he carried the bag, the book, and the photo with him as he teleported across the slum district where he lived. He teleported a dozen times in all to make the magic hard to trace, but ended in a favorite back alley. Glancing around to make sure no one was there, he went to work. He pressed the photo to the page of the book as it was his understanding that this would transport the photo to Celestia as well. Around it he wrote the following letter:

Dear Princess Celestia

Have fun masturbating to this, slut.

• Killer Doctor

That should get his name in the paper. Well, his alias at least. He tossed the book and the rest of her saddlebags in the dumpster, then teleported away to leave the trash there to be found. He'd spend a nice relaxing evening not regretting this before nabbing that mare next door.