Evil Clones Being Evil

by SunnyDontLook

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Violence, Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 5922

Chocolate Chips buys a magical artifact from a past age from a pony that is probably the devil. The device works as intended, but the clones it creates do not...

Chocolate Chips buys a magical artefact from a past age from a pony that is probably the devil. The device works as intended, but the clones it creates do not...

Commission for Lots Of Caps!

[Contains: Non-Con, Gangbangs, & Anthro]

Published 2019-04-12 14:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-12 14:00:01 UTC

The Cover-art Is Misleading...

“So, you’re saying that if I buy this talisman, I’ll be able to summon clones of myself?” Chocolate Chips asked as the moustachioed stallion in front of him twirled his moustache.

“Indeed, they’ll do a great many things for you as well,” he replied as a crack of thunder travelled through the thin walls of the building they were in.

“Alright, how much for it?” Chips said as he pointed at the object sitting on the counter. Eldritch writing in a long-dead language covered the surface of the pyramid. A faint red glow emanated from it when you looked at from the edges of your vision.

“Fifty bits,” the sales stallion replied instantly.

“That’s a bargain,” the yellow stallion said as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He found his bag of bits and threw it onto the counter. “Just take the whole thing, there’s like more than enough money in there.”

“Uh, aren’t you looking for some reassurances about the clearly mysterious and ancient artefact you’re buying?” The stallion wearing the dark suit decades out of fashion asked.

“Nope, I mean, it’ll make a nice paperweight even if it doesn’t work,” Chocolate Chips said as he touched the object. It was cold, bone-chillingly cold, even if the rest of the room was sweltering in the middle of the summer heat.

“O-okay, that’s a good point,” the stallion in the suit said. “Here, lemme get you the incantation.” He stooped down and pulled out a large leather-bound tome. He opened it to the right page with ease, on the first try. “Ah yes, here we go.” The Stallion pulled out a piece of parchment from a stack on the table behind him, before transcribing the writing in the book onto the parchment with a pen that needed re-inking every couple strokes. The writing itself was befitting a calligrapher, achingly beautiful, every letter in a word connected with a fluidity that only the greatest of scribes had ever achieved-

Meanwhile, Chocolate Chips had pulled out his phone after receiving a text message. It was from Spitfire: ‘Honey, I’ll be home later than usual, training for the newbies is going to take longer than usual. One of them really pissed me off, I’m making her run laps until she throws up.’ And then a moment later, as Chips was formulating a reply, she added: ‘Love you!’.

He replied: ‘Have fun!’.

“There we go, just say these words three times before the talisman, with three candles burning nearby,” the mysterious stallion said.

“Alright, three words, three candles, three is a pretty normal motif within a work of fiction,” Chips said as he turned around and started on his way journey home.

The sales stallion let out a deeply held breath as the stallion left his shop. “That guy, he’s scary,” the stallion who was probably the devil said to himself before making an upside down cross on his chest.

---===*===---

“Okay, birthday candles, they’re legit right?” Chocolate Chips said to himself in the master bathroom of his and Spitfire’s home. “Yeah, probably.” The lighter flicked on, the small sparks lighting the butane contained within. A small flame exited the device, and Chips spent the next couple moments lighting the three small candles. When they were all lit, he pulled out the parchment with the arcane writing on it.

A few moments later, the dull red radiance grew, and it was as if all the other light in the room died out, the very heat and light from the candles being consumed by the talisman. And then, as the lightbulbs in the room burned out simultaneously a loud crackling sound filled the room. Screeching noise, discordant and hollow followed. It only took a moment for Chocolate Chips to open the door to let in some light. As soon as other light penetrated the darkened space, the sounds of tearing and chaos died. The dull glow of the talisman returned. What shocked him though, was the appearance of four copies of himself, standing naked in the room, expressions blank.

“Hi, other me’s,” the original Chocolate Chips said into the room. All of his copies turned their heads to look at him at the simultaneously.

Without missing a beat, the copies all turned in place to face him. Everything was accurate, even down to exactly the way his pubic hair was groomed at the moment of their creation. Even their navels had the same small pieces of lint in them. The only difference, there was no light in their eyes.

“Oh shit,” Chocolate Chips said as he watched his copies started towards him. He was already near the door, so it wasn’t that hard for him to dart out of the bathroom and slam it behind him. All at once his options slammed into his mind, run away and abandon the house to the monsters he had literally just created. Or he could try and fight four copies of himself. Either scenario seemed like a bad idea, but the former seemed a little more likely to succeed. And so he started to sprint out of the bedroom, just as the door opened and a pair of eyes stared at him.

“Gotta go!” He yelled out as he made for the door of the bedroom. But on the way over, a pair of clothing, his work pants actually, caught on his ankle. With a crash and a sound of desperate pain, Chocolate Chips got to his feet again just as the first of the clones reached him. With a perfectly thrown punch, the clone managed to strike the back of the original’s head. The recipent of the punch moaned loudly, and clutched his head, even as the other clones flooded into the room. Without breaking a stride, the clones threw him onto the bed, before one of them reached into the closet and into the box of sexy, bondage equipment-

“Please don’t, what have I done to you?” He asked as his clones bound his arms behind his back and attached a spreader bar normally meant for Spitfire to his legs.

“It’s not what you’ve done, its what you can do for us,” A clone said as he put on the originals clothing. “Namely, your girlfriend, and your tight ass.”

“What he said,” another clone piped up as he flipped the bound Chips over. Without giving a hint of warning his legs were positioned off the edge of the bed. In a move that surprised the original, but not the clones, a rigid member was rubbed up and down the warm cheeks of Chips. Meanwhile, another of the clones climbed onto the bed and flopped his cock over the surprised originals face. Both of them twitched as they felt supple flesh underneath them.

“Oh yeah, and your pretty little mouth,” the clone with his cock poking him in the nose added. “So open up or we start rearranging your genitals to suit you better, bitch.” With a sniffle of barely suppressed tears, the original opened his muzzle up. Within the minute, he had hands on the back of his head manipulating his muzzle as he had his mouth filled with his own cock. This was not the way he had wanted to succeed at Auto-fellatio.

On the other end of himself, the clone hot dogging his ass pulled out a bottle of hand cream from Spitfire’s nightstand. The creamy moisturizer would be better than nothing, and make his colon smell nicer than most- A cold plop and a sound of air exciting an apeture under pressure announced the presence of the makeshift lube to the stallion getting his face fucked. The clone at his ass rubbed his cock with the lube, before spurting another good dollop on his anus itself, before inserting a pair of fingers inside the original’s ass.

“Oh yeah, we’re tight,” he paused as he adjusted the position of his cock, poking his slightly expanded flare at the lubed up hole of the original. “Well, you won’t be for long.”

“Goddesses, we’re assholes,” the clone fucking Chips in the muzzle said as he watched the saliva of the original drip down his shaft and collect underneath his head, his shaft pulsed as the sloppy blowjob continued, Chip’s tongue exploring his own shaft, tasting himself in a way he had never imagined he would. “But, you can only blame yourself for that.”

“And no, before you think the question in your slutty little mind, it wasn’t because you used shitty birthday candles. That didn’t help matters, but no, you’re a fucking idiot. That dude was clearly the devil,” the stallion fucking his face stopped to let out a moan as the original swallowed another gulp of pre-cum.
“Y-yeah,” the stallion behind him said as he buried his whole shaft in the original’s ass. “You’re kind of stupid.”

“I mean, I’d kind of understand it if you were blasted, or like, an imbecile. But neither of those things were the case, we have full mental faculties to use, so thank you for that,” The face fucker said before lifting a hand in the air and waiting for the dude pistoning in and out of the original’s tight ring to notice his hand. A moment later, the sound of two sweaty palms slapping against eachother filled the room. The two horny clones met each other’s eyes before leaning forward over the original’s body. Their lips met, and tongues caressed one another’s.

“That’s fucking gay,” the clone wearing the original’s clothes said harshely. The two kissing clones broke the kiss and looked at him.

“No you,” the one with his cock spreading out Chip’s boy hole said.

“You got me there,” the clone wearing his clothes said as he looked through the original’s closet. He pulled a particularly atrocious tie from a drawer. It was bright green with red rivlets of colour splashed across it. “Okay, we were drunk when we bought this. So I’ll excuse it.” With a casual toss, he threw it over to the trio of yellow stallions, with the tie landing on the original’s back. The throne fucking cap’s ass grabbed the tie, before wrapping it around the original’s neck. The moment that pressure was applied to Chip’s neck, the asshole wrapped around the clone’s shaft twitched and pulsed.

“Oh, you are such a slut, a slut with a fetish for death,” the clone said as he tightened the fabric around the original’s neck a smidge more. The normal choking noises and harsh breaths that the clone in his mouth allowed were replaced with a harsher desire to live, and the faint crawling at the back of the original’s consciousness. His cock twitched though, and with his other hand, the clone inside his ass touched the original’s cock. It was hard and dripping a pool of pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. “And hard too.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty fucking gay,” the clone who hadn’t been mentioned in some time said. He was looking through the original’s phone. “I’m like, the least gay one here. I really want to fuck Spits. Like, bury my cock in her ass, and dry fuck it until there’s cum leaking out of her.”

“That’s pretty twisted,” the only clothed stallion in the room said as his own cock hardened at the thought. “You should send her a text about having a surprise waiting for her.”

“Aight,” The clone with the phone replied. “Hey, maybe you should give that rookie a break. I have a surprise waiting for you at home!” There was an audible tap as the clone sent the message.

Meanwhile, the thrusts of the clone in his mouth had picked up speed, and the roughness of his ministrations had grown to match. The brutal face fucking continued, even as his flare brushed the back of Chip’s throat. Face fucker was almost finished, the edges of the orgasm were flowing through his body as he got off on the choking of the original beneath him. And with a final thrust into the muzzle of the original, his cock spurted a rope of cum down his throat.

The stallion behind him felt the tightness of the ring around his cock and bucked his hips inside the original one last time. His cum flowed like a stream into the ass of his progenitor, painting his insides white, even as his hands stroked the cock of the original, who between the lack of air and stimulation started to flare as well. Within moments, there was cum inside him, and underneath him-

“Fucking fag! Getting off on being gangraped by yourself,” the clone in his mouth said as he pulled his rapidly deflating cock from his target’s muzzle. Still, the tie wrapped around his neck and the poorly applied restraints caused him ample discomfort.

Moments later, a vibrating noise hit all five Chocolate Chip’s ears.

“Okay Honey, but only because I love surprises!” The clone with the phone said. Another vibrating sounded in the quiet room. Only the noises of dripping fluids and breathing could be heard from the occupants. “Be there in half an hour!”

“Oh shit, I’m already getting hard,” the clone wearing his clothes said. And to be sure, there was a tent being pitched in his trousers.

“Me too,” the clone holding the phone said. There was indeed a tent pole being raised on his part, but no fabric covered it. The smell of musky males, sex and semen pearmeated the room heavily.

“D-don’t just use me instead,” the original Chololate Chips managed to choke out despite the rough treatment he had already endured.

“Don’t you get it yet? You creatures with souls are brain dead,” the clone who had been in his throat said. “Rule number one of dark magic is: the number of souls in the universe is finite, and souls are powerful things, indestructible, not bound by the rules of the universe.”

“You can’t just make them either, and things without souls have no afterlife, no consequences, no moral judgement,” the clone said as he adjusted his cock’s position, getting it more comfortable. The clone in his colon pulled his cock out and walked around the side of the bed. Before climbing up onto the bed and throwing the original onto his back. His exposed feet were grasped by the clone and forced to rub up and down his member.

“Like, I honestly couldn’t tell you what’s worse kicking a child in the face or telling them that they’re imaginary friend has cancer,” The clone with his ass covered cock said as he rubbed it across the feet of the original, who balked at the disgrace.

“I mean, I know that they aren’t normal things to do, your memories tell us that, because you’ve never done either thing before, but I couldn’t for the life of me tell you why that’s the case,” the choking original let out a sob as his feet were covered in his clone’s pre-cum. He tried in vain to keep his tears out of his eyes. It was a vain attempt, because the clone with the phone picked up his head and forced his hard cock to the back of his throat.

“Anyhow, we’re gonna get ready to greet Spits,” the clone wearing the clothes said as he walked into the closet and grabbed the handcuffs and other restraints. “Have fun other me’s!” He said as him and the other clone left the room. Meanwhile, his toes were curled and tiring as the other stallion used his feet for his pleasure, rubbing his cock alongside the arch of his foot. Chips groaned from the disrespect even as his own cock twitched back to life.

“Oh, you’re getting hard again? Pretty fucking disgusting,” The clone with his cock on his feet said before rolling his progenitors feet with his hands, with particular attention to his soles.

“Yeah, seriously, you degenerate,” The dude with his cock in his mouth said before pumping his hips back, before driving forward roughly. His balls smacked into the chin of the original, even as his cock throbbed heavily inside the warm maw it was inside. His hands held onto the original’s hair, showing his utter dominance and utter disregard for the other stallion. Meanwhile, the footfetish of the other stallion was leading to an early orgasm, especially as the original tried his best to please the other stallion-

“I’m close!” The stallion with his cock being stroked said as his member twitched and launched another dollop of pre onto the filthy feet of the original.

“That’s pretty gay too,” the stallion in his mouth said as he pulled the originals head back with his short mane, before dropping it down onto his cock again, the tip of his cock sliding into the stallions throat, making him cock and gag. The gagging only turned him on more. \

“Fair enough,” the one with his cock throbbing over the thick skin of his feet said. “You’re gayer though.”

“No you,” the other stallion said as he let his cock slide out of his mouth for a moment, giving the original an oxygenated respite, something he desperately needed. After a single mostly abortive intake of breath, his cock slid back into the original’s throat, before staying there. “Wanna snuff this guy?”

“Sure,” the other clone said. “It’ll be kinda hot.”

The original heard this, and started to sob, his warm tears falling down his face. Even then, his cock twitched at the thought of being so utterly destroyed, so humilated, forced to choke to death on his own cock…

“He even likes it, that’s fucking sad,” The stallion with his cock lodging the original’s airway said as he started to feel the original’s body shake from the lack of air. The stallion on the other end grunted heavily, and humped his feet against the warmth of the origina’s feet. It didn’t take him long to feel his second orgasm come along, the first rope of which nearly hit the knee of the original. His second was bigger, but it didn’t travel as far up the legs of the original. It wasn’t the last, as blasts of cum utterly coated his feet and lower calves by the time his orgasm was over-

“Damn, this is a nice body,” the clone with his cock lodged in his throat said as he felt the first throes of his orgasm travel up and down his form, the heat and warmth in his stomach being a pleasant addition to the pleasure and pressure around his cock. By this point the origina’s vision was spotty and his desperate attempts to suck in air felt amazing for the cock in his throat. The last thing he remembered before the blackness filled his mind, was the feeling of salty cum being forced down his esophagus.

“Well, you should let him breath, a murder will probably get the magical investigation unit after us,” the clone who had cum over the original’s feet said as he watched the other stallion pull his cock from the muzzle of their progenitor.

“I feel you,” he said in a husky voice as he plastered the face of the breathing, but unconscious stallion with his seed. “What would they even do to us?”

“Probably imprision us in tartarus, maybe kill us with magic,” he said as he wiped his cock off with magic, before moving over to the other clone and stroking the deflating member of the other stallion, the amount of saliva and cum covering his member was enough to make his hand glide smoothly over the surface of his cock. The clone who had used the phone groaned.

“Gay,” he said as the other stallion kissed his neck while stroking his cock.

“No, masturbation!” He paused and looked down at the thoroughly used original. “Maybe twincest but closer?”

“At some point it all just breaks down to semantics, and the way the language was originally developed, well, it just didn’t have grammatical or linguistic flexibility when it comes to talking about us,” The clone who just choked the original out with his cock said.

“Yeah, being a clone kinda sucks,” the other clone said before he walked around the corner and started towards the living room. The other clone followed, even as the original stayed exactly where he was, with the minor exception of breathing.

---===*===---

“Honey, I’m home!” Spitfire said in a lilting voice as she entered the apartment. Before she realized it, the clone who was wearing Chip’s clothes stood up and walked towards her. “Where’s the surprise?”

“Oh, huh, you’ll get it real soon,” he said as he walked up to her, before throwing his arms over her shoulders and pulling her into a deep kiss. All around the room, the other clones fidgeted with anticipation. His arms pulled her close, and locked the dead bolt and the chain on the door. There would be no quick escapes, even from a wonderbolt.

“Thanks Chips, I do appreciate a kiss when I get home,” Spitfire said before looking him in the eyes. Somehow, she noticed the vacancy there. “Are you sick, you don’t feel quite right?” She said as he broke the embrace and stood there for a moment, like he was thinking about how to answer her question. And then, without moving a muscle in the rest of his body, he clenched his fist-

The sucker punch that followed made even the other clones wince from the sound. As she began to fall to the floor from the surprise, he grasped her body and picked it up roughly, before carrying her body to the couch and dumping it down on it. After a moment she woke up, but by then she had already been restrained, her jaw really hurt and she was deeply, confused.

“Why?” She asked the nearest clone, who happened to the one who had clocked her.

He just smiled wickedly at her, before grasping her head with his hands and turning it just enough to see two more naked and aroused Chocolate Chips. Her nose wrinkled and her mouth hung open as she went through all the stages of denial and shock in short order. Not willing to waste a valuable opportunity, a naked clone held her mouth open and jammed a ring gag into her mouth, holding it open, even if it left her mouth free to move. Free to pleasure.

“It’s simple my dear, we’re soulless creatures, copies of your lover without any of the love, well, we do love pussy and ass-” He said before she started to cry. The strong woman was already on the verge of being broken by the scenario she was in. The male beside her decided that she would be better served with a cock in her muzzle, so he fished out his turgid member and pressed it to her open muzzle, before sliding in the first inch or three into her muzzle. She mewled from the sudden intrusion, before he grasped her head and forced more of his cock into her mouth.

“Soulless, but well endowed,” the next clone over said as he lifted her ass up onto his lap, before aiming his cock directly at her honey-pot. Without another movement, he slammed his wet cock into her. She moaned and screamed at once as he filled her up. The stallion using her muzzle merely grunted at the vibrations travelling up her throat and into her mouth.

“Shit yeah, good thing your boy toy wasn’t a complete bitch,” he paused and looked at his cock before remembering the way he had used the feet of his progenitor to stroke himself off. “Just mostly a bitch.”

He looked over at the door to the bedroom, before remembering that the original was out cold… Ooops.

“Well, I need to use her pussy soon,” another clone said as he watched the raunchy fucking continue. “And her tight little tailhole.”

“Yeah, I’m hitting that tight little hole too,” the other clone not fucking her said. His cock throbbed at the thought. And then he walked over to the other clone and grasped his cock, before dropping down to his knees and slurping down half of the member.

“Oh yeah, good me,” the stallion getting blown by his clone said. His hips jerked forward a bit as his other self managed to lick a sensitive spot on his member.

“Just keeping you hard, and I expect turn around,” the fellating stallion said after breaking contact with the other cock for a moment, but sure enough he went back to trying to deepthroat that thick bitch breaker a second later.

“S-sure,” the one getting blown said. Meanwhile the cock in her pussy was already throbbing in delight as her pussy grew wet. He hadn’t stopped bouncing her up and down his member for a while. It was hard for him to not enjoy the noises she made as she was fucked. At the same time, the stallion fucking her face was revelling in the depravity, with his hands intertwined with her mane, holding her head heavily, and forcing his cock deeper into her throat with every couple thrusts. It was enough to make the whole room ring with the noises of a sloppy muzzle being used hard. At the same time, he was throbbing in her muzzle, his cock already on the edge of getting off. Spitfire could give good head, especially with a bit of encouragement.

With a loud moan, the stallion in her mouth bucked his hips further forward as he pumped the first rope of thick seed down her esophagus. He grunted hard, before pulling back enough for her to get some air in her muzzle, and to give her the taste of his seed. It was too much for her, as he held her and the stallion beneath her got nearer to his own finish-

The cum from the stallion in her muzzle started to overfill her muzzle, leaving cum spurting aggressively from her nostrils and to a less violent extent around her ring-gag and the cock filling her mouth. The stallion watched this and his next rope was stronger than the last- pools of cum were dripping from around her muzzle, and falling below to land on her tits and crotch. She was a filthy sight when the stallion finally backed away to admire his “art”. The stallion who was currently being fellated by his fellow clone moved the other stallion out of the way, before walking up to Spitfire’s well used muzzle.

Without breaking his stride, he held his wet cock with his hand and pushed it into her gagged mouth in one single motion. He groaned as the feeling of wet mouth returned, with one exception, this time it wasn’t a consenting mouth. That realization made his cock twitch in her muzzle, scaring Spitfire as she worried about dealing with another garden hose of cum being fired into her so soon after the last one. Luckily, perhaps, for her, he was nowhere near cumming. The stallion beneath her wasn’t so far from his conclusion. Sounds of rough lovemaking from below had only gotten louder as his thrusts lost what rhythm that they had originally had, and well, she had gotten a lot slicker during her rape-

“C’mon, cum in her already, the rest of us want a crack at her ass too,” the clone wearing clothes said loudly, before flicking at his borrowed timepiece.

“A-alright,” the clone inside her said with a grunt before thrusting up to meet her one last time. Her pussy writhed around his cock like a glove as he fired load after load of steaming hot cum deep inside her. Maybe the bitch would finally get knocked up-

She let out a scream as she imagined that outcome, and as she realized her overwhelming arousal at this whole scenario. On some level she was just having rough sex with her lover… Lovers…

The seed continued to flow into her, just as the other stallions stood back as she was lifted up and off of the dude who had just marked her pussy as his. He moved off and the stallion inside her mouth merely huffed as he repositioned himself. This time, her mouth was a lot closer to parallel with the floor, and his renewed and forceful thrusts were enough to bring her out of her thoughts, because she wanted to breath.

“Oh yeah,” the stallion in her throat said as he felt her windpipe throb around his member. “Make us want to keep you around, and maybe I’ll let you breath.”

Spitfire just grunted and mewled around the cock in her mouth, her hands grasping weakly at his legs as the other stallions in the room climbed under her constrained form, and another stood behind her, with his cock pointed at her asshole.

“Mmmmrgh,” she tried to speak. The stallion pressing his spit-lubed member at his her asshole spanked her ass in reply. His tip pressed hard against her hole, the hard member making her wince as she dealt with the horrible realization of her impending ass rape. Her well used pussy was under the gun too, as the stallion under her pinched her nipples and lined up his rock hard member with her well used foalhole-

Another deep grunt tried to exit her muzzle as he entered her roughly, before looking up and down her pain filled form. Her asshole was on fire as it was being stretched out by a hard cock, as was the rest of her holes. That wasn’t the thing she was hating, what she truly hated was the energy, the pleasure building in her stomach from all the varied and rough sensations pounding at her brain.

The last clone was done with waiting, he wanted to use her just as much as the other three. So he took matters into his own hands, standing above her form, before he stomped heavily on the back of her skull. In just a second, all the extra breathing room she had been building up for the last few minutes was gone as air was pushed out her lungs, and the cock inside filled that space.

“Sorry Spits,” he said as he moved his foot away and stroked himself at the sight. He had another idea slide into his brain though, so he backed away from the rest of them and grasped up her legs, fingers tracing the tight muscled legs and their marginal padding. Before long he had found his target, and his hands brought her sweaty feet over to his cock, before rubbing the two body parts together. His cock throbbed at the feeling of her petite feet slipped lightly over his member-

At the other end, the stallion getting his rod polished by an air impoverished spitfire was getting close to his ending. He had a wicked idea involving that though…

“Hey could you do that again?” He asked while meeting the eyes of the clone playing with her feet. The other clone paused and let her feet fall into the couch again, only lightly smeared with his pre-cum.

“Sure,” he replied as he walked past the stallions fucking her rear as hard and as fast as they could, their thrusts losing cohesion and tempo, even as their desperate purpose drew closer and closer.

The stallion with his cock in her muzzle moaned heavily, as he let her head up easily, he was flared up in the back of her mouth. And he started cumming right as the other clone’s foot made contact with her head. She got another taste of seed, with half of her mostly filled muzzle getting creamed instantly. Then the rapid acceleration and airway blockage made her try to break free as her head was pressed into the other stallions messy crotch.

Her attempts at escape were only met with moans of enjoyment from the other stallions fucking her. The room reaked of sex now, and the burning sensation in Spitfire’s lung’s were counterbalanced by the pleasure building in her belly from the sensations in her rear.

Finally, as she was on the brink of unconsciousness, the stallions let up. She moved her head off of his deflating member and filled her lungs with air, even as she accidentally swallowed his cum. More of it dripped down her face, and her mane was absolutely gummed up with the white substance.

That wasn’t the end though, with rough set of hands on her head, she was forced to have a clone’s ass shoved into muzzle, and his sweaty ass covering her whole vision. It was stifling even as mister head stomper went back to touching her feet. After a few minutes of struggle she finally did what he wanted, she licked his ring and was surprised to find it tasted like nothing but skin-

The stallion’s behind her were losing control of their tired hips as they smacked into her rump. The one underneath her, he lost control first as he painted her insides white, again.

She mewled softly as she got close to asphyiation again- before the sweaty ass was pulled from her face and he turned around and bent down before her. Spitfire had about half a second before his lips pressed against hers. And his tongue began to explore the nasty, cum filled cavern that was her mouth.

A lick got her attention though, the stallion who had been content to rub his cock on her feet had gotten even more egregious, his tongue exploring between his toes. Her grunt turned into a moan as she felt the throbbing of the cock in her pussy. The ropes of cum that followed helped too- All of her form was being used, something that her lover had just never been able to do. It was when the cock in her ass flared up, rubbing all over her sensitive ass. That she felt her vision go white as she came all over the stallion’s still buried in her. Both of them grunted at the sensations, with the stallion in her asshole losing the battle with his orgasm-

He guaranteed she’d be shitting white for a while, as he poured oodles of cum inside her bowels. After that, she passed out from the stress, her dreams surrounding the event that had just taken place for her.

The clones didn’t stop though, and for a couple more hours they used her body to get off. Eventually though, even their magical forms met their match. The clones stole more clothes from Chip’s closet, before making their exit. It took another eight hours for someone to come to the aid of the thoroughly fucked couple.

To end this tale, I must tell you three things: The couple recovered from their experience, and roleplay it sometimes with themselves; The clones committed many more sex crimes in their short life, before disolving into puddles of goop a couple weeks later; the devilish sales-stallion sold cursed objects for the duration of several more universes-

The End.

Author's Note

So, yeah, this is a darker story than I usually get tasked to write. But, I hope some of you enjoy it regardless.

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