Genetics Do Not Work That Way
1. 100% Scientific Accuracy
"I've tried so hard, I've done so much for her," Jeta Kale slammed his fist against the bar, sipping his drink with the other. "I even got into that pony show she loves, but she still won't go out with me! How can she think some jerk is better than me? This is so unfair!"
"Heart-breaking," Crimson Prose turned up a shot of whiskey, smirking more than made sense given the conversation. "You know I'm that 'jerk', right?"
"Huh?" Jeta blinked.
"I said," Crimson repeated. "I could make it work tonight."
Jeta wasn't sure he understood, feeling a bit woozy for some reason, but she was an odd one, anyway. Asian features combined with the bright red hair in pig-tails gave her an anime-ish look. The rose-colored contact lenses were odd though, and she acted a bit 'mad scientist' at times. Jeta knew better than to stick his dick in crazy. Besides, if he tried, she'd probably go date a jerk instead too.
Though looking unique beat being the most average-looking guy in the world.
"So I take it you never met the jerk?" Crimson asked when he didn't respond.
"Well, no, I don't even know his name," sighed Jeta. "She won't tell me!... sorry, I'm a little out of sorts."
"Yeah, I spiked your drink," Crimson shrugged.
"What was that?" Jeta cleaned his ear with one finger.
"Think my hair would look good pink?" repeated Crimson.
"I... guess?" Jeta stared. "I mean it's almost pink as is."
"Anyway, you want to bang Peggy Ister," Crimson said. Okay so she was listening.
"Well, that's a rude way to put it but-"
"I got you covered," Crimson said, smirking harder and putting a single finger to his lips. "I wasn't kidding. Come over to her house with me tonight, and I guarantee you she'll put out for you."
"S-seriously?" Jeta was just drugged enough to believe her, so nodded slowly. "Hell, why not? Let's go."
It was hard to say what happened next. She offered him another drink on their way out, and time sort of blurred. The next thing Jeta knew, he woke up in a dark place getting jostled around. He quickly realized he was in an enclosed space. From how it tilted back and forth, at first he thought Crimson stuffed him in a trunk, but it felt a lot like a cardboard box. The slight jostling increased to a sharp thump, feeling like he was in a box being carried up stairs, but that'd be bananas.
The box was getting heavier by the time Crimson got to Peggy's door, so she dropped it on the floor. Its occupant squealed again, so she kicked it a few times.
"Stay still!" Crimson rolled her eyes. "I went through a lot of sciency trouble to get you laid, so try to be more grateful!"
"Crimson?" the door cracked open as Peggy heard the ruckus and opened it. She opened it further so she could look at the neatly wrapped gift box that Crimson dropped, with a pink tied bow and 'Cutie Mark Crusader' wrapping paper. It gave Crimson a chance to look at the hot blonde’s massive breasts as she bent down to look.
"I told you I'd bring a special gift right?" Crimson stretched and strolled in past her. "And, you made me a cake for your birthday right?"
Crimson walked right to the dining room, finding that Peggy in fact did just that. Chocolate with bright pink frosting, just like she asked.
"You know, usually you don't make your own birthday cake," Peggy noted, dragging the box into the dining room.
As Peggy closed the door, the box rattled more, the occupant kicking at the side as hard as their little legs could. There was a muffled voice from within that one couldn't quite make out, but sounded rather high pitched.
"Crimson," Peggy asked carefully. "Please tell me you didn't kidnap a small child and put them in MLP cosplay. We could get in real trouble for that."
"I like how that's the problem and not that it's wrong to kidnap a small child," Crimson smiled as she flopped onto a chair at the dining room table. "That's what I love about you. But no, it's that beta that kept annoying you with kindness."
Crimson pulled two vials of blue liquid out of her shirt pocket and placed them down on the table. Peggy recognized them as what Crimson called 'futa' potions; they'd used them plenty before.
"Jeta?" blinked Peggy. "I don't think he'd fit in a box, not still alive at least."
"I used science," was Crimson's only explanation, the same explanation she'd given when Peggy asked her how she created 'gender swap potions'. "Go ahead, open it up."
Things wouldn't progress until she found out what crime Crimson committed this time, so Peggy turned to the box. She reluctantly pulled the self-tied bow so that it unwrapped, then tugged the wrapping paper off. She took a deep breath before popping open the lid.
"How dare you shut me in a box!" a squeaky voice screamed as a head emerged. "... Peggy?"
Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. What was inside the box was clearly a small filly, proportioned exactly like a foal from "My Little Pony". She had pink coat and bright blue eyes. Her mane and tail, also pink, was overly-curled to the point of fraying. She even had a cutie mark of three balloons, like the filly version of her favorite pony character.
"I-It's... Pinkie Pie?" Peggy gasped, her eyes wide but heart thumping in excitement. "Is this why you asked me what filly I thought was hottest? Does she actually think she's Pinkie?"
"What?" Pinkie complained. "It's me, Jeta!"
"... what." Peggy stared.
"It is him, that nice-guy beta that kept annoying you," Crimson confirmed, standing from her chair. "I used genetics and stuff so physically, he's exactly like Pinkie. Won't make him act like Pinkie though, we'll have to force that."
"Crimson, genetic engineering does not work that way," Peggy didn't know why she bothered complaining.
"Yeah, whatever," Crimson shrugged, casually pulling her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her hand-full breasts flopped out into the open as she tossed it on the floor and started to undo her belt. "Get naked so we can give her the dick she wanted to give you."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Pinkie. "Why are you getting undr-"
Pinkie paused as her eyes met a mirror on the nearby wall. All complaints turned into shrieks of confused terror as she saw her reflection.
"Hey, what gives?" complained Crimson as she dropped her pants and kicked off her shoes, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties either and showing off her well-shaved slit. "You're not playing the part very well. You've seen the show right, so act like Pinkie!"
"Why am I a pony?!" shrieked Pinkie. "I'm not PInkie, I'm-"
"Nope!" Crimson brought up a leg and suddenly punted Pinkie right in the jaw, sending the box tipping and her flailing across the floor. "Wrong answer! We've been over this!"
"No we haven't!" screeched Pinkie, holding her jaw as tears rolled down her face. She flailed her hind legs, showing her nice taunt little pussy. “You didn’t tell me shit!”
"Oh right," Crimson tapped her chin. "I forgot to go over that part. I guess I just told you I'd get Peggy to fuck you and you went with it. Anyway, we've gone over it now. Act like Pinkie!"
"He agreed to go with you because of that? What a loser," Peggy stared on as this happened, but then a sudden grin spreading over her face. "But now? Oh FUCK yes!"
Peggy may have had more clothes on, but she striped in record time, almost tearing her shirt as she pulled it off and dropping her pants. Crimson smirked, moving to help her unlatch her bra, letting her large breasts fall free. As Peggy pulled off her panties, the cloth stuck slightly to her damp flesh, already eager to get started.
"I'm not Pinkie, I'm-" Pinkie started, but Crimson cut her off again, this time with a stomp right between her tiny hoof legs.
"Lying fillies get cunt punts!" Crimson told her. "... also add that to the list of things I never thought I'd say. Now stay in character!"
Pinkie curled up into a fetal position, but looked determined, so Crimson raised her foot again.
"H-hey everyone," Pinkie relented. "L-let's party!"
"Pony!" Crimson stomped her head hard, slamming it against the floor and eliciting a squeak.
"Everypony!" Pinkie squealed, covering her head.
"Better," Crimson smirked, heading back to the table. She grabbed one of the vials, scarfing it down as she handed one to Peggy.
"Damn, these things hurt," Peggy grimaced, but quickly decided that nailing Pinkie was worth the price, sitting down and turning it up.
Peggy took it as well as always, spending a few moments with tears running down her face as she clenched her teeth and the chair she sat in. The potion wasn't gentle, and the shaved pussy that Pinkie had so wanted to get inside prolapsed grotesquely before turning inside out. Peggy screeched for a few seconds as her ovaries slopped out like childbirth, drooling red-tinted fluid on the floor before everything shaped into a rather well-endowed shaft and testicles instead.
The whole agony was completely unneeded too, since the potion then formed a new pussy nestled beneath her ballsack, but Crimson had somehow designed it to be needlessly brutal..
Crimson took hers standing up, though she had to lean against the wall a bit at least. Pinkie didn't get a good look at her, too busy staring wide-eyed in horror at her crush's new anatomy. It was throbbing, veiny, and twice the length and girth as Pinkie's had been.
Pinkie lost more of her nerve when she realized how massive it was going to be, turning and trying to run for the door. She staggered awkwardly as she tried to figure out which order to put down her hooves in, face-planting twice before she finally made it there. She propped up on the door, barely able to touch the doorknob with a single hoof. She jumped on her hind legs, but without fingers to grasp onto it, she was stuck.
"Pinkie!" Crimson warned. "No running away before you've even had cake!"
"Come on now," Peggy's voice waxed kind for a moment, patting the chair next to her. "Just come and have some cake, surely that won't hurt."
Peggy had always struck Pinkie as a nice girl, or she wouldn't have been so interesting. Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so violent as Crimson, so Pinkie reluctantly staggered back. Crimson sat on the opposite side of the table, motioning with both hands in a 'smile' sign while grinning. Pinkie did her best to grin, lest Crimson come kick her some more, but it couldn't have been very convincing.
"She got the psycho grin down already," Crimson commented. "Impressive, I admit."
Peggy smiled gently and patted the seat again. Pinkie awkwardly tugged herself up with her front hooves, hopping up and immediately tumbling off the other side and falling head-first into the floor again. She tried to ignore the snickers as she more carefully pulled herself up from the other side of the chair, this time making sure not to fall off the other end. Her little hooves shivered as she placed them atop the table. During the whole thing, she tried hard not to look at them under the table, trying not to think about the massive dong.
"S-so," Pinkie stammered as the two futa girls looked amused at her over the table. "L-let's party? Should I cut the cake or..."
"Remember that thing we said we'd do to our daughter if we ever had one?" Crimson smirked at Peggy, waggling her eyebrows.
"Oh damn," Peggy wiped drool from her face. "This is so wrong but... "
With that Peggy rose to her feet again, pulsating erection fully hard. With the size of it, it was no wonder the girl looked dizzy, as if not getting enough blood to her brain. Pinkie cringed as she walked over, suddenly smacking the shaft upside Pinkie's face as Crimson pushed the cake closer to them atop the table.
"Get me ready and then bend over the table like a good filly slut," panted Peggy as the terrified Pinkie looked at her shaft cross-eyed.
"I-I'm not gay," squeaked Pinkie.
Her complaint was rewarded by a jarring strike to her head. She turned to see that Crimson had retrieved a fire poker and slammed it down on her head from across the table. She squealed, holding her head as tears rolled down her face.
"You're a filly, brat," Crimson said. "You can complain it's gay when we make you eat us out, then we can beat you more for complaining. You're anything we want you to be, got it?"
As her head pounded, Peggy stuck the throbbing meat to her face again. Looking at Crimson in the corner of her head and seeing her raise the poker again, Pinkie opened as wide as she could, but it didn't feel wide enough for the monster she was expected to 'get ready'.
She was barely able to wedge the monster tip in her muzzle, but Crimson helped by prying her jaw open more. Pinkie squealed as she felt the ligaments at the joint tear and Peggy forced the shaft to the back of her throat. At first she tried to avoid touching it with her tongue, but that became pointless once it pushed back into her throat. Her tiny neck swelled more than any should be able to, tears rolling down her choked face as Peggy pushed all the way in, heavy balls smacking the filly's chest.
"Good, work that throat," Peggy moaned. "Fuck, she's stretchy, surprised she doesn't break."
"Oh, she's pliable," Crimson confirmed. "And all her other organ systems were minimized to allow for the ones that matter." She tugged Pinkie's ears. "What's with that face? All wide-eyed and scrunched up, you wanted to lose your virginity to her, right? You should be thanking me."
"I want that tight pussy," Peggy groaned as she extracted her fully hard shaft from the throat, leaving Pinkie a gagging mess as she gasped for air.
"Let's feed her some cake then," grinned Crimson.
Pinkie didn't have time to complain further as they hefted her up onto the table. Peggy kicked out the chair that Pinkie had been sitting on, instead just bending her over the edge as she stood behind her, saliva slickened rod flopping onto her soft plot. Putting one hand to the back of her head, Peggy pushed her face down into the birthday cake. Normally it might not have been a bad tasting cake, but now the sugar just burned at her chaffed throat.
As she felt the thick tip nudge at her tiny puss, Pinkie went into full panic mode, kicking and sputtering into the cake. She was easily held down, hind legs bucking pointlessly to either side of Peggy's hips as they were spread wide. She leaned forward, panting as her breasts settled atop Pinkie's head, the weight alone making it hard for her to pull herself back out of the cake.
If that wasn't enough, Crimson moved to the other side of the table, allowing her shaft to flop onto the cake next to Pinkie's face. If Peggy's cock was large, Crimson's was massive. Rather than settling for a human shaft, Crimson's was more equine in nature, longer with a blunter tip with a thick ridge around the midsection. She looked up at Crimson, unabashed fear in her eyes as she sobbed and shook her head frantically.
Peggy pressed her own tip to Pinkie's slit, shivering at the feel as they slowly slipped around her. It took a while to get her angle right, though not as long as Pinkie would have thought, making her wonder if Peggy had secretly been putting it in some other small bodies up til now.
Of course there was no time to think of that as she finally popped over the tip. Her shriek was muffled by the cake as the tightly stretched labia burned in agony. Peggy showed no mercy to the former annoyance, digging her fingers into Pinkie's flank and drilling hard as she forced her way further. Lost in the feeling of that tight warm velvet, Peggy rolled back her eyes and shuddered, ramming as hard as she could. Each thrust pushed her several more inches inside, and it wasn't long until she was beating at the door to the tiny womb.
Crimson took a moment to savor Pinkie's face twisting in agony before joining in. She pushed her tip into the side of the cake, then up through it to push it into the screaming filly's muzzle. The taste of cake on the shaft didn't make up for the even harder stretch as her throat swelled up. Pinkie tried to lash out with her front hooves, but she was too weak to do much of anything about it even if she wasn't already too tiny.
"The best part is, you can knock her up," panted Crimson.
"You know what?" Peggy rammed again into Pinkie's body, enjoying the convulsion every time. "That's so hot, I don't even care that it's scientifically impossible."
They weren't merciful enough to take turns shoving in, ramming forward at the same time. Crimson's ridiculous shaft pushed deeper faster into her throat, her face turning slightly blue as her jaw unhinged from the pressure, cracking loudly as it just popped out of joint and added to the chorus of agony coursing through her.
But that was nothing compared to when her pelvis gave out. It creaked several times as the pain intensified, then surged upwards as it split down the middle with a sickening crack. Her hind legs flailed as her pelvic bone shattered, and Peggy surged forward into her already ruined new body. She plowed through the cervix, pumping herself upwards into the womb and bottomed out with one sudden thrust.
It felt like her shaft was literally touching the back of Pinkie's throat, if that were even possible with Crimson's stretching it out instead. Somehow Peggy got the whole thing inside. Crimson pushed forward as well, Pinkie's body bloating grotesquely at this point. Crimson bottomed out as well, cake covered balls smacking her face, the cake itself completely destroyed, much like her fuck hole.
Crimson's tip didn't bottom out though as her balls slapped Pinkie in the face, filling her nostrils with musky scent. She felt her body convulse, and suddenly she felt like she needed to go to the bathroom. But it wasn’t that, as her new body was empty. Instead, Crimson’s larger cock pushed all the way through her, pushing out her tight little pucker and poking Peggy’s belly.
“I have no idea what’s going on!” Peggy laughed.
“I engineered her digestive track to just go straight through,” explained Crimson. “Just remember if you fuck her all the way too much she won’t have time to digest and will starve to death.”
“Well I hope she’s even stretchier than this,” panted Peggy. “Because I’m about to cum hard and I know how much these unnatural things pack.”
“No better way to test it,” grinned Crimson, then growled at Pinkie. “Slurp my balls slut, or I can make this so much worse.”.
Too afraid to do otherwise, Pinkie slurped her tongue out, eyes wide as tears rolled down her face, helping lubricate Crimson’s shaft as they dripped onto it. She was surprised at how far out her tongue went, able to easily take a lap despite her gagging on the shaft in her throat.
“Wrap your fucking tongue around them, whore!” Crimson growled, squeezing her hands around Pinkie’s throat. What little breathing space was left was eliminated as she turned more blue.
She kept stretching her tongue out, surprised again when she was able to fulfill the request. Yet this wasn’t a good thing, it just meant she got a good taste of the sweat already dripping off of the thick ball sack. Crimson kept clenching her hands, and Pinkie felt every curve of her cock in her tightened throat.
Meanwhile, Peggy groaned and dug her fingernails into Pinkie’s flank, leaving red gashes around her cutie mark as fresh blood drooled down her thighs. She felt the cum surge through Peggy’s schlong within her tightly packed hole, closing her eyes and cringing before it blasted her from the inside, jetting thick juice all over her inner womb.
She hoped it wouldn’t really knock her up, but she had more immediate worries since her body swelled more. Her womb ballooned like an overfilled water balloon, but somehow held itself together. Still, Pinkie’s body felt like it would burst at any moment, and for a moment she fully expected to die.
Though she welcomed death at this point, she wasn’t given that mercy. As she barely held onto consciousness, she felt Peggy withdrawing from her body with a lewd slurp as Crimson continued to drill her throat. A flood of spunk flowed out of her pussy onto the floor, swirled with streaks of red, yet somehow she remained alive.
To her horror, Peggy pushed her shaft tip to Crimson’s, pushing forward as Crimson pulled back, penetrating her asshole, making sure her whole system was cock-filled at all times as they seesawed her back and forth. Eventually they stopped thrusting, instead clenching her hands around her still-flabby gut and just pulling her back and forth between them.
“Like a double-ended fleshlight,” shivered Crimson. “I’m pretty good at holding it as much as I’ve fucked tiny bodies, so how about I try to time it with your second one. Let’s give this bitch a real stretch test.”
Pinkie tried to shake her head again, but there was no way to misalign her body when she was impaled in such a fashion. Though she was no longer trying, her tongue lashed out at Crimson’s balls, her legs spasming as she was picked up off the table. Soon Crimson moved off the table completely, and the two just let her shivering body hang between them as they sawed back and forth through her.
Unfortunately, the stretchiness didn’t dull the pain whatsoever. Every shove felt like her body was being ripped apart anew as her organs smashed tightly together against her rib cage.She could barely draw breathes with what little room was left in her lungs, and for a while she hoped she’d suffocate and die, but no such luck. She seemed able to do all her breathing through her nose, allowing them to gag her throat for as long as they wanted without worrying about her suffering coming to an end.
“This is so fucking absurd, but it’s just as hot!” Peggy gasped. “You liking this, you little shit? To think, not only do I not have to deal with you annoying me all the time, but I also get to torment you until your little mind snaps!”
“We’re doing the world a favor,” drooled Crimson, slurping into a kiss with Peggy between her words. “Eliminating this cum stain, turning her into what every male deserves to become.”
Pinkie couldn’t take anymore, trying to flail her limbs in a more organized manner. Her back legs could barely twitch with her pelvis shattered, but managed to kick weakly at Crimson, trying to nail her in the balls even as her tongue worked around them.
“Oh no, we can’t have that,” Crimson grinned. “You know, I’m having second thoughts about my design. She doesn’t need these.”
With that, Crimson grabbed her right leg, yanking it suddenly upwards. She let Peggy take care of yanking Pinkie back and forth between them as Crimson took the leg in both hands and twisted as she bent it back at the joint. Pinkie squealed around her cock, providing Crimson with nice vibrations along her base in the process.
Finally a stab of pain rocked her leg and shot through her body to join the ocean of agony she was already in. The leg snapped at the knee, bone jutting through rubbery flesh as Crimson twisted it more. Pinkie desperately tried to scream she was sorry before Crimson moved to another leg, but it was no use.
If that wasn’t enough, seesawing back and forth wasn’t good enough for the two anymore, instead shoving into either end together. Her nonsensical digestive tract stretched doubly as their shafts slid together inside of her, and she felt like her body was going to come apart at the seams.
Once again though, she received no such mercy as the stitching held together quite well. Her flesh was stretched so thin that she could clearly see the shape of their cocks through her flesh when she looked into the mirror nearby.
Peggy and Crimson worked together to turn her legs into a jumbled mess of shattered bone, but they could only hold their new surge of cum back for so long. They shared a long kiss, moaning together as they grasped Pinkie tightly around either end, holding her elastic hole and throat tight around their rods to make sure none escaped.
The second ‘elasticity test’ proved that Crimson’s design was well-done enough that the mercy of death wasn’t something Pinkie would be getting any time soon. Her whole body seemed to balloon as they both went off together, her body ballooning out until she was no longer discernible as a pony at all. All she could do was thrash her broken stumps and get nice deep breaths of Crimson’s sweaty ball sack.
When they finally jerked free, a flood of cum exited either end, from her ass all over the floor and from her throat all over the destroyed cake. Her body retracted to its previous shape, leaving her gasping to try to get a good breath of air. She looked back and forth between their pleasured grinning faces, fear rushing through her at the realization that they probably weren’t done.
“You seem pretty tired,” Crimson smirked, leaning down until her face was mere inches from Pinkie’s. “Try to keep as much of that spunk inside as you can though, since your body lives off mostly that and… various other lewd things. Anything else you need?”
It was hard to tell if Crimson was serious or not, but Pinkie was in no state to refuse any offer that might help her.
“P-painkiller?” Pinkie asked. “Or at least some water?”
“Selfish little bitch as always,” Peggy chuckled. “Wanting to deprive us the pleasure of her agony.”
“Yeah, but we can do the water part, after a sort,” Crimson chuckled. “I do always need a good piss after a nice fuck.”
“W-what?” gagged Pinkie.
“What?” Crimson made a mock-pouting face. “Don’t you want to see us smile?”
Peggy grasped one of Pinkie’s shattered hind legs and twisted it as Crimson spoke, and Pinkie quickly got the idea. As bad as this was, they could probably make it a lot worse before they were in danger of ending her suffering.
“Y-yes!” Pinkie blurted out. She twisted her face into a forced grin in desperation for them to stop hurting her. “P-please let me drink your piss…”
“That’s better,” smiled Crimson, then looked at Peggy. “You want to do it in her or on her? She’s your toy.”
“Mmm, in her,” Peggy panted, then grasped her wet rod with her hand, still throbbing hard, and pointed it at Pinkie’s face.
Pinkie had no choice now but to do the best she could, but not having the use of her limbs was even more of an issue than just not having fingers. It took her a few seconds of desperate squirming to sit up, not wanting to put too much pressure on her stinging limbs, but finally managed to prop herself up in an approximately sitting position.
“Stroke it, slut,” Peggy moaned.
“Better do it well,” grinned Crimson. “Because how well you do determines if I’ll be fixing or removing those legs at the end.”
“Mmm, removing them?” Peggy shivered. “A Pinkie fleshlight? Just what I always wanted, I don’t think she’ll convince me otherwise.”
Too delusional to realize what a hopeless battle it was, Pinkie did her best. She tried to ignore the pain of movement as she brought her front hooves Peggy’s shaft, opening her muzzle wide around the tip. She lapped at it, twirling her tongue around the tip the way she’d seen it done in porn movies, as her shivering legs left streaks of blood on Peggy’s shaft.
Peggy climbed up onto the table, squatting above Pinkie so that she had to turn her head up like a nursing calf, Peggy’s heavy ball sack laying against her face. She did her best to massage them as well as she felt Peggy’s body relax, shaft pulsing once again.
A heavy stream of urine surged out, and Pinkie did her best to swallow it down. Fearful that she’d get in trouble if it just drooled out the other end, she clenched her asshole as much as she could as well. If having piss piped into her throat wasn’t enough, the pussy still tucked behind Peggy’s balls spilled a stream of more, running down the back of her balls and into Pinkie’s eyes. The wounds on her legs burned more at the thick yellow juice running over her.
“We’re really making a mess,” observed Crimson. “She’s gonna have a lot to lick up when we’re done.” She prodded Pinkie with her shaft. “Spin around so I can wash down every side, slut.”
Crimson relaxed as well, allowing a jet of her own piss to wash down Pinkie’s front side. It was near impossible to make herself move her hind legs with the pressure already on them, but Pinkie made herself, twitching violently with each effort. Crimson was able to hose down all sides of her, slowly working around her body to drench her soft fur in thick urine.
The stench of piss invaded her nostrils, backwashed urine washing into her muzzle and puddling in her eyes. She was afraid to stop though, her awkward massaging of Peggy’s shaft and balls continuing as she slowly worked her way around. After a few minutes, she was dizzy from agony, knowing that she should have easily passed out by now if she were any normal type of creature.
“So she’ll get pregnant?” Peggy asked as it finally started to taper off a bit.
“Oh yeah,” Crimson panted. “No sure if it’ll come out right of if she’ll explode in a delicious burst of gory goodness, but the new one should grow into her size pretty fast so not a huge deal, and she’ll be super tight obviously. Oh and the child will definitely be a filly, I’m not some freak that would engineer a creature capable of producing males.”
“Indeed, you aren’t,” Peggy purred. “It’s so nice to have a completely sane girlfriend like you.”
“Let me take a turn throat-fucking this slut,” Crimson crawled up onto the slippery table.
Peggy moved backward but kept her shaft balls deep inside Pinkie’s throat. Crimson moved in front of her, kissing Peggy as her own throbbing shaft smacked Pinkie in front of her face.
“You better scarf that one down too,” Crimson growled. “Believe me, no matter how painful this gets, I can still make it worse.”
Pinkie tried to open her muzzle more to wedge Crimson’s shaft down her throat, but pushing both in from this end was even harder. She finally moved one forehoof to her muzzle, shattered limb shivering as she forced more movement from it, and wedged her hoof against the corner of her jaw. She pried her own jaw out of joint with a crack, desperate not to disappoint her tormentors lest they make things worse for her.
As her jaw hung open limply, both shafts pressed inside at once, piss bubbling over and pouring out with little swirls of her blood decorating the growing puddle. She finally lost herself in a violent convulsion, her limbs flailing instead of doing what they were told as the two massive ball sacks slammed her face from either side.
“You better get those hooves up,” Crimson warned. “If you don’t keep massaging our sacks, I’ll be removing those instead of fixing them.”
Pinkie tried to do just that, but it was no use, she was beyond obeying. She was lost in an ocean of agony and fear and her body just wouldn’t obey her commands. Nothing but a double-stuffed fleshlight now, all she could do was hope they would finish with her soon so she could rest. Soon she stopped trying at all; at least losing her limbs would be one less thing to feel this torment.
“Insufferable brat,” Peggy panted between deep kisses with Crimson. “Should have known he’d be as bad at this as everything else.”
“Seriously,” Crimson chuckled. “How much of a loser do you have to be to be bad at being a rape-toilet? That’s like the most basic job that every guy should be good at.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Peggy grunted as she got close to cumming again, her urine long having tapered off as she rammed the throat. “I wanted to rip her little legs off anyway. If I get my Pinkie fantasy, I’m going to do everything to her I’d do to the real thing.”
Peggy’s words trailed off as she groaned, and soon a new jet of semen was spreading into the bulging piss-filled gut. Crimson yanked hers out instead, pulling Peggy’s sack out of the way to blow her wad of seed into Pinkie’s eyes. It stung even more than the piss already there, but Crimson forcibly held her eyes wide open as she continued to cream.
“That’s it, enjoy your meal,” Crimson panted as the both of them tapered off again. “Because cum, piss, and shit are the only foods you’ll ever get again.”
Crimson moved her hands to Pinkie’s jaw, cracking it back into joint, not wanting to miss what she said after that experience. She wasn’t disappointed either.
“Please,” gagged Pinkie, sobbing as Peggy finally withdrew again. “I-I can’t be as good of a sex slave if you tear me up, right? Please… give me a chance to satisfy you without this!”
“Why should I settle for a lesser pleasure?” asked Peggy. “No, I’m going to use you like this over and over again.”
“Besides,” said Crimson. “Your limbs will eventually regenerate so we can tear them off again. Feel better now?”
“W-what?” Pinkie stared. Every time she thought it couldn’t get worse, it did.
“Here you go,” Crimson said, pulling another potion to Pinkie’s lips before she could resist. Her throat was so well used that all she had to do was turn it up and pour it in. “This will keep you from bleeding out when we take off your limbs.”
“This is impossibly hot as it is impossible,” panted Peggy.
“Mmm, we should make a game of it,” Crimson suggested. “How about this, we give her another fuck, but also each choose one of her hind legs. Whoever can twist her hind leg the wrong way the most times without breaking it wins? Sort of like pulling on a wishbone, but with more screaming.”
“What do we win?” asked Peggy.
“Who cares?” shrugged Crimson.
“I don’t see why not,” shrugged Peggy in return.
Pinkie was beyond trying at that point, giving up completely on anything she did ever making them hurt her less. She tried to flail her way off the table, so out of her mind from agony that she tried to rush the door again. All the effort got her was falling face first onto the floor, a splurt of cum and piss blasting out her rear entry as she impacted, then writhed around like a wet noodle with her limbs flailing.
“Please just kill me,” sobbed Pinkie as her tormentors moved close to her on the floor.
“Oh don’t worry,” Peggy chuckled. “I can’t imagine you lasting for long after you bear your child.”
“Eh,” said Crimson. “I’ll have 9 months to come up with a way to make her live longer, I probably can. This bitch won’t even remember who she is or why she’s here by the time she finally dies, like I imagine Hell will be for me.”
“Please don’t,” Pinkie shook her head and squirmed. “Just let me die!”
“I wonder if I can make her immortal,” Crimson pondered. “Like so much that we could slice her whole body up with a cheese slicer and she’d still be alive.”
“No way that’s possible,” Peggy rolled her eyes.
“You underestimate how little sense I make,” insisted Crimson. “The secret to good science is that you can do anything so long as you forget that it’s impossible.”
Pinkie shrieked in frustration.With everything that had happened to her already, she couldn’t help but fear the mad girl might be serious. On top of everything else, she wondered if the last potion had an element to increase pain too, because the stinging was only getting worse, like a thousand needles were rammed through her whole body.
She tried to struggle as Peggy grabbed her by one hind leg and dragged her over to where she knelt on the floor. She turned PinKie around to smack her shaft against her behind, somehow still throbbing despite how much it’d been spent. There was no end in sight.
Crimson moved to the other side, a sick grin on her face, as she grabbed hold of Pinkie’s opposite hind leg and pushed her up to her haunches. The two sandwiched her in the middle as they moved into position, Crimson’s tip pressing against her cunny while Peggy’s nudged her ass once again.
“I don’t deserve this,” sobbed Pinkie.
“Fuck, she’s even whinier than usual,” Peggy rolled her eyes. “Don’t cum in her pussy by the way, that first foal in her is mine.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Crimson chuckled, but then growled at Pinkie. “Are you stupid? How does a male that wants to fuck MY favorite pussy not deserve this?”
“She’s delusional,” smirked Peggy. She didn’t seem to believe what she said like Crimson did, but was having fun with it nonetheless.
They each placed the hand not holding Pinkie’s legs atop her head, shoving her down onto both shafts at once. Pinkie thrashed, the new potion making it feel like she was being devirginized anew even if they slid in much easier now. Her body tensed and she arched her back as they began to thrust, feeling like her insides were being scraped out with sandpaper. For a moment she just stared, too stunned by the sheer level of torment to even sob.
Once they had their rhythm going, both girls twisted the hind leg that they held backwards. Pinkie’s new body was stretchy, so it actually took a while before it strained the joint, but when it did they kept going. A few seconds later, both legs cracked at the hips and kept moving. The breaks joined the chorus of agony, Pinkie could barely tell which was which from all the pain she felt, but she twitched delightfully around their shafts each time the joint crackled.
Her already shattered pelvis twisted at the same time as her legs went back. By the time they had finished the first full circle, there were already fragments of bones jutting out of her marshmallowy flesh around her hips, but they kept moving, each twist a bit easier than the last.
Desperate to feel just a little less pain, Pinkie did her best to twist her hips around, wanting to assist in breaking off her legs so at least she would have fewer nerves to send agony cascading into her mind. All she ended up doing is giving the cocks raping her tiny holes a massage though, making both of their eyes roll back as they pinned her between them.
Crimson and Peggy savored the twitching body between them as they pressed together, their breasts smushing against one another and pinning her head in between in the process. As she listened to them wetly kiss above her, Pinkie felt like she might suffocate in the sweaty breast meat pressing in on her head from all sides. She turned to make it harder for her body to draw air, hoping against hope that she’d die before they finished.
Though she lost count, they managed to turn her legs around about half a dozen times before the one Crimson held came loose and popped off. Crimson grunted a bit in discontent at having ‘lost’, but didn’t seem too worried, tossing the leg aside and grinding her fingers into the raw nerves of the stump instead.
Losing the leg didn’t help as much as she assumed it would. Now she just had a phantom limb still in as much pain as it had been, as if stuck that way forever in her brain, with the addition of Crimson grinding at the bloody stump. The other leg came free on the next turn, and Peggy dropped it aside to do the same.
Once again, Pinkie was denied death as they pulled their bodies apart before the lack of air between their breasts killed her. Peggy went off hard again, causing Pinkie to vomit up a fountain of piss and cum from the previous load, bubbling down her body and stinging at her stumps at the base.
Crimson groaned like she was about to get off, but Peggy grabbed her by the throat and squeezed as if to remind her to pull out. She did so, ramming it down Pinkie’s throat instead. Part of the vomit that was surging up was shoved back down, the pressure building on both ends before splattering out around either penetration.
As they pulled out of her, she flopped onto the floor, face landing in a spot that was mostly blood. Still, the potion had worked, and the bleeding stopped long before her life was in danger. She shook her head again, looking up at them with tears on her pitiful face, hoping that they were finally done with her for now, even if she knew they weren’t.
“We shouldn’t just rip off the others,” Crimson panted. “You got that meat grinder, right?”
“Not sure if it’s powerful enough to take off a limb,” Peggy wheezed as she got up. “But sure I got one.”
“Only one way to find out!” Crimson hopped up, almost falling over in the process, but grabbed Pinkie by one of her remaining front legs to drag her over to the meat grinder.
Pinkie’s bleeding had stopped, and some of the patchy fur was even growing back in, soft as ever, though the limbs didn’t seem to be growing back. When she was tossed up onto the counter next to the meat grinder, she took a moment to stare at it as if still not quite understanding.
“So you gonna shove it in, or should I?” Peggy asked, switching it on.
“Let her do it,” Crimson suggested. “She hasn’t gotten to have that much fun.”
“I don’t think she will,” smirked Peggy.
As Pinkie heard the rumbling of the grinder though, her torment seemed to reach a critical level. Realizing what they expected her to do, she wanted to scream again, but when she opened her muzzle all that came out was cackling laughter, rolling around on the countertop.
“Aaaand, snap,” chuckled Crimson. “Surprised it took that long. Now be a good fake filly and ram your leg in there. It’s getting in the way when we rape you.”
“Sure, why noooot,” Pinkie’s words were barely comprehensible
She tried to drag herself towards the grinder, but her shattered legs weren’t quite cooperating, so Crimson smacked her ass hard enough to send her to it. Once there, the filly raised up one hoof, clenching her teeth to muffle her chuckle as she pushed her hoof into the input.
“Seriously?” Peggy blinked slowly, not having expected her to ever snap that badly.
“Eh, every mind has its limit,” Crimson said. “Just think of this as crossing the line twice. Once becomes unbearable, twice wraps around and becomes fun. I hit that point by the time I was ten.”
“I’m jealous of whoever made you hit it,” Peggy winked flirtatiously.
The blade caught for only a moment on Pinkie’s hoof before cracking into it. She squealed at the new surge of pain, but it wasn’t much more than what she already dealt with, and continued driving it deeper. The grinder unleashed a series of very wet sounds mixed with the occasional crackle of bones splintering into pieces as an assortment of gore splattered through to the output.
Pinkie opened her muzzle as if to scream, but instead waggled it back towards Peggy as if begging for a treat for her good behavior. Peggy stepped closer, and Pinkie nuzzled beneath her large shaft to get to her balls. Her muzzle was healing a bit as well, so she was able to run her tongue along the shaft as she moved to the base.
Peggy stood on her tiptoes next to the counter as Pinkie pushed her muzzle beneath the balls, letting them sit warmly on her face as she lapped for Peggy’s pussy. She mmm-ed before unleashing a series of slurps, running her agile tongue deeper and twisting it about inside her new mistress.
“Oh this is the best kind of snapping,” Peggy groaned as she leaned forward, tugging the meat grinder and Pinkie closer so she could reach.
Pinkie never stopped feeding her leg into the blender, her tattered mind actually growing fascinated with the phantom limb syndrome now, feeling how it felt her whole leg was deeper inside the device even as it was chewed up like a log in a wood chipper.
As her leg reached her knee, she pushed her muzzle fully into Peggy’s gash, reaching her tongue deeper than ever. She managed to flail her last remaining leg to wedge itself beneath the balls and rub at Peggy’s clit at the same time.
Crimson, helpful as always, pushed the meat grinder onto Pinkie’s limb after a while so she wouldn’t have to pull her head from beneath the sweaty ball sack or within the moist folds. Pinkie was actually shoving it in there faster than Crimson wanted, so she took it slower, allowing it to grind off a tiny bit at a time.
“You should have rammed his dick in there,” Peggy panted. “When he was still a he.”
“I thought about it,” shrugged Crimson. “But I thought the ‘what the fuck’ idea of waking up as an extremely fuckable foal had merit.”
“How we gonna take off the other limb?” Peggy asked. “Same way?”
“Eh, let’s do something else,” Crimson suggested. “I mean there are a lot of ways. Garbage disposal, a dull serrated blade, a hammer.”
“You can’t take off an arm with a hammer,” Peggy rolled her eyes.
“Bet you I can,” Crimson purred. “We’ll make it an actual bet this time. If I can remove the last leg using only a hammer, you let me snuff your little sister. Else we snuff my little sister.”
“You’re on!” grinned Peggy. “There’s a hammer under the sink…. Oh fuck gonna cum again.”
Crimson searched for the hammer while Pinkie tried to press as much of her now-stump of a limb into the grinder, but there wasn’t any more to stuff. Peggy grabbed her head instead, pulling her fully over to the edge of the counter to cream on her face. The crazed pony giggled madly when she came up for air, gargling the rest of the time.
“Here we go, stick out your other leg,” Crimson told Pinkie, brandishing a claw hammer.
“Yay!” Pinkie’s eyes were swirls of insanity at this point, flailing about her last limb as she pulled away from Peggy and flopping it in front of Crimson.
“No using anything else, like hitting it against the edge of the counter or something,” Peggy advised. “Take it off with JUST the hammer.”
“Tsk, as if I’d cheat,” Crimson grinned. “Watch a real psychopath at work.”
“I’m pretty sure you cheated somewhere to make this even possible,” Peggy claimed.
“Oh stop,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “You just don’t understand science stuff. I assure you, everything we’ve done is 100% scientifically accurate. I read it online!”
“You’re the one that put it online,” Peggy pointed out.
“My point still stands,” Crimson shrugged.
“Yes take it off!” Pinkie flailed her limb, having become quite the eager little thing. “I want to suffer more! I deserve it!”
“Even the way her mind snaps is unrealistic,” chuckled Peggy. “But fun, so I won’t complain.”
Crimson took the claw hammer, slamming it down onto the flailing limb to pin it to the counter. She took another swing, crushing the hoof, before she slowly began to work her way up. Pinkie’s body jerked with each impact, sobbing pitifully even as she laughed, her little pussy pulsating visibly in excitement.
“Yes, make me a fuckpillow!” Pinkie groaned.
“At your size it’s more of a fleshlight,” Crimson insisted as she smashed Pinkie’s knee.
Her whole leg was a bruised mess, little bits of bones protruding from every inch. Because the foal continued to thrash it about, it got a nice even beating on all sides, but definitely wasn’t falling off as of yet.
“This is hot,” Peggy pointed out as she crawled up onto the counter. “But it’s not really the same as amputating it.”
“You didn’t specify a time limit,” Crimson pointed out.
“Oh yeah,” Peggy pondered. “I should have thought of that. Oh well, if you win I’ll still enjoy helping you murder my little sister.”
“And honestly, we’ll probably get excited and do mine too anyway,” admitted Crimson, working up to the shoulder.
Peggy squatted over Pinkie’s face, laying her balls against them again, and Pinkie eagerly ran her tongue over them again. Her moans and squeaks sent nice little vibrations up through Peggy’s body.
“I wonder where I’ll put her,” panted Peggy.
“The toilet!” squealed Pinkie helpfully. “Just put me in the toilet and shit on my face!”
“I’m starting to wonder if she’s trying to be too broken so we finish her,” Crimson peered. “She’s not getting out of life until she’s popped out a replacement either way. She was too expensive to make.”
“Also she needs to clean up the mess she’s making here before she goes anywhere,” Peggy pointed out.
“I know, right?” scoffed Crimson. “What kind of a bitchy kid wants to have dessert before her chores are even done?”
“I bet if her parents bothered to dismember her more as a child,” Peggy nodded. “She wouldn’t have turned out to be such a shithead.”
“Seriously,” agreed Crimson. “Or at least tortured her a little. My parents tortured me and I turned out great.”
“Didn’t you murder your parents?” asked Peggy.
“Yeah, like I said,” Crimson nodded. “I turned out great.”
Crimson swung her arm up high to slam against Pinkie’s shoulder as hard as she could, shattering the bone there. After a good dozen hits, she turned the hammer around to face claw-side down and swung again, digging into the flesh. She pressed harder, bearing down on it with both hands as she slowly wrenched muscle and bone apart.
It took a good 15 minutes to wrench the thing the rest of the way off, but Crimson finally managed. Once done, she yanked Pinkie out by her bushy tail and stuffed the newly severed limb to her face. The little one eagerly began to chow down, tearing chunks off the end as she enjoyed the treat.
“I can’t believe her fur is so soft even now,” noted Peggy. “Damn, wish I had some material like this for a plush.”
“It’ll grow back if you skin her,” offered Crimson.
“Seriously?” Peggy’s eyes brightened. “Damn, but I don’t have a proper skinning knife.”
“Eh, we’ll do a practice run with something else,” offered Crimson, fishing around in a nearby kitchen drawer. “Here we go.”
Crimson produced a cheese slicer, just a handle with a little razor wire on one end meant for slicing thin bits off.
“That’s gonna ruin the fur,” Peggy pointed out. “But like you said, practice run. Let’s go.”
“Yes!” Pinkie agreed. “Peel me like a fucking apple and pour salt all over me!”
“Wow, not a bad idea,” Crimson said. “I think might peel you more like an orange though.”
“NO!” Pinkie screeched. “Like an apple!” Yeah, she was gone. “My friends would never forgive me otherwise!”
“Orange time,” Crimson narrowed her eyes.
“NOOO!” Pinkie screeched in abject terror. It was nice to know that they could still torment her even in her weird mental state.
“So ridiculous,” panted Peggy. “But this cock is amazing, I’m still ready to plug her holes some more.”
They picked up the squirming mess of filly, pinning her between them as they stood. They put their shafts together, Crimson pushing to her ass and Peggy to her pussy again, and pushed her down on them together. Peggy held her steady between them as they slowly thrusts again while Crimson put the slicer to her face.
They let her scream freely as Crimson put the peeler against one cheek and sliced downward, sheering off a layer of fur and skin which drooped from her face. Feeling how her holes twitched around their meats in the process, she moved faster, stripping the skin off the whole cheek one strip at a time, then moving up over the forehead and to the other.
Strip after strip of bloody fur and flesh flopped onto the floor beneath them as the struggling fuck meat writhed and blathered on about AJ never forgiving her. It seemed as if she’d become so broken that she forgot who she actually was before her transformation. That was fine; no information of value was lost.
As Crimson peeled her muzzle, Peggy reached to the counter to grab a salt shaker. She opened it up and poured it all over PInkie’s face, covering her with a layer of stinging sensation. She then retrieved a knife from the nearby drawer, carefully slicing off Pinkie’s eyelids so she couldn’t close her eyes. She held her facing upwards, then poured more salt into her eyes, letting it pile high on them.
“Fuck, you’re hot when torturing a foal,” Crimson panted as she peeled off Pinkie’s screaming lips.
Crimson left the face bloody and exposed, moving to the back of the head instead. Lucily, now that her face was worked off, the rest of it seemed to be a bit easier. Rather than slicing it off in strips, Crimson pried the edges up and slowly began to peel down the whole skin as a whole.
The thick skin peeled off the flesh, leaving bare red flesh behind, the mere touch of air against that flesh like the stinging of a hornet. The sound it made was like especially-clingy panties sticking against a wet cunt as they were slowly pulled free.
“Wow that’s easier than I thought it’d be,” panted Peggy as she opened the nearby spice cabinet. “If it grows back, I could harvest it whenever it does. Could get some good cloth out of this slut, it’s so soft that I could sell it as masturbation clothes and no one would know they were getting off on foal skin.”
“It’d give them a taste of what they’re missing,” agreed Crimson. “Since they’re too prudish to get off in foal-cunt.” She pondered as she stripped the back of Pinkie’s head down and worked on her neck. “You know I take it back, this isn’t like an orange, more like a pear.”
Pinkie’s screams went up a pitch as she thrashed around madly, somehow more concerned with that than the agony being spread further down her body as Peggy dumped random spices onto her bare face. She poured hot sauce directly into her muzzle, laughing as she gargled it and spit it up, spreading down her increasingly bare body.
“You really should sell these futa potions on the open market,” panted Peggy. “Damn I’m gonna cum so hard again.”
“Nah that’s too easy,” Crimson claimed. “I have to come up with something more super-villainous and difficult to manage to make money. And… you know… that involves raping and murdering dudes.”
Peggy grabbed the back of her clingy flesh and yanked down as Crimson worked on the front, ripping down her body to unpeal it as she squirmed around. Soon they were going off once again, shooting off another load.
Not wanting to waste it, they both yanked out of the hole before they finished, letting the mostly skinned screaming mess fall to the floor. They both hosed her wailing face down with their spunk.
“She kind of looks like a raw bean,” commented Peggy as her new load tapered off.
“Not enough,” panted Crimson. “Rip the rest of her skin off while I go get the belt sander to sand the stumps from her limbs off.”
As Crimson left, Peggy squatted onto the floor. She pinned Pinkie’s sobbing face between her thighs, holding her there with her raw face pressed up against her pussy, her balls laying across her bared chest in the process. She clenched her between her thighs as she peeled the rest of the loose skin down her body. The more she pulled it off, the easier it seemed to come free.
“I’ll be a bean?” Pinkie’s muffled voice asked from beneath her wet sack.
“Sure,” Peggy said. “Like a pinata bean,”
“That’s way better than a pear!” Pinkie’s mood suddenly shifted. “Even better than an apple because it’s more my thing!”
When Crimson got back with the belt sander, she arrived just in time to see Peggy yanking the final bit of skin off and tossing the mess of flesh off to the side for her to clean later, leaving the now cackling Pinkie between her thighs. Crimson arched an eyebrow at the laughter, but then shrugged and knelt opposite from Peggy once again.
“Yes, beans! Beeeans!” squealed Pinkie with joy, actually trying to push her lower nubs towards Crimson when she heard the belt-sander turn on.
Peggy knew this was ridiculous, but figured that hysterical laughter could make for a nice pussy massage, so pushed her snatch down over Pinkie’s muzzle again. As her stinging cunt juice drooled into Pinkie’s eyes and she started to move up and down, all the stuff on Pinkie’s face stung her in return, but it was a good sting, giving her nice memories of when Crimson tortured her into agreeing to date.
Bits of bone jutted out from each joint as it is, but those came free pretty easily when the sander was pressed against them, bits of bone and flesh splattering across the floor. It wasn’t long before Crimson successfully sanded off the two lower ones, giving their toy a much smoother surface there.
“Since she regenerates, you’ll need to sand the nubs every few days,” said Crimson. “But if you do it long enough, maybe they’ll stop growing and you’ll get an extra patch of fur to peel off when that grows back instead.”
“C-could work,” drooled Peggy, shivering at the stinging and lifting one leg for Crimson to give to the shoulder nub.
Crimson worked that one down as well, grinding off most of the shoulder so that there was a smooth slop from the torso to the neck. It worked a bit too deep and one could peak at her organ sack from within, but PInkie didn’t seem to mind, still pushing her body against it best she could as she dived her wilde tongue deeper into Peggy, slurping loudly.
“One more,” Crimson said as she moved around, Peggy shivering as she moved from one leg to the other to give her space. “After this we’ll leave her in the toilet while we fuck each other for a few hours. Sound good?”
“Sounds great, and you’d just rape me if I said no anyway,” Peggy agreed, leaning over to watch more of Pinkie’s flesh splattered again as the sander groaned at the effort. “That can be her new home as far as I’m concerned.”
Peggy scrunched up her face, starting to feel a bit dizzy as she creamed herself again, washing thick gel over Pinkie’s happy face just as Crimson was finishing up the new sanding. Juice rolled onto Pinkie’s bared body, only stinging more, but she squirmed in delight at every moment of it.
Soon she was creaming herself from the agony alone, leaving a burst of pinkish spunk splattered across the kitchen floor at the other end. She continued slurping into Peggy’s pussy until Peggy lifted herself off again, then gave her new mistress’s balls a nice slurp on her way up.
“Aaand now I’ve got to shit,” Peggy grunted.
“Perfect timing then,” Crimson said as she flicked off the belt sander.
Pinkie wasn’t recognizable as a pony at this point, just a gore bean with a head. Crimson dragged her into the bathroom by her head as she writhed and cackled, then tossed her into the toilet. Her tiny well-carved bottom fit perfectly into the pipe of the toilet, sinking in enough for her muzzle to be the perfect level for someone to sit on it.
As Peggy sat on it above her, Pinkie ran her tongue from balls to slit to ass, eager to feast on whatever Peggy squeezed out. When she felt Peggy’s ass pulse with the squeezing motion, she cupped her lips over it and drilled her tongue within.
She fellated the brick of shit that emerged, letting it push to the back of her throat as she wrapped her tongue around it to taste as much as possible. As it came out faster than she could swallow, she smudged the excess around her cheeks as she gulped the rest of the chunky scat down her throat.
“Yeah swallow it down,” groaned Peggy, allowing her urine to tinkle down into the toilet as well.. “We want to feed that new life I put in your womb so she can grow up nice and fuckable like you.”
“Yes, rape this filly’s filly!” Pinkie said as she gargled a mix of smushed shit and piss in her throat.
Peggy raised up as she finished with her turds, pushing her shaft down into the toilet again. She sank it into the shit-filled muzzle one more time, Pinkie eagerly swallowing it down, grinning as Peggy’s balls smacked against her face. As she guzzled more urine straight from the tap, Crimson pissed into the toilet as well, adding to the mixture of stink that was Pinkie’s new home.
“That’s some good shit to watch,” Crimson panted. “But it’s my turn to have your pussy to myself, slut. So finish with your toy and let’s leave her here a bit.”
“Sure,” grunted Peggy as she thrust her hardening shaft into Pinkie’s throat. “You know, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. I never would have thought it would be this good back when I was begging you for mercy.”
“Think I can’t make you beg for it some more?” grinned Crimson.
“Oh I know you can,” Peggy grinned. “Fuck yes…”
Peggy creamed into Pinkie’s throat one more time, almost collapsing from the effort. She was literally dehydrated after creaming so much, but she was sure Crimson had a potion to help with that.
They left Pinkie in the bathroom as they left for the bedroom, leaving her alone in her new home. As they closed the door, she was eagerly licking shit from the edge of the toilet seat, looking forward to her next torture session. She’d already forgotten who she was before.
