Luna looked up just in time to see his hand latching onto her face, clenching her both of her cheeks together and staring both deep into her wetted eyes. She didn’t know what expression he wore on her face, neither smiling or frowning, it wasn’t apathy either. There was one possible answer that appeared in her head but she didn’t wish to acknowledge it, feeling her heart flutter as he made her stand. She barely stood before Shining smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue down her throat he felt onto her firmly as he harshly tongue fucked her unready maw. The tears she struggled to hold back fell now, the beset upon mare flying on cloud nine. His fingers then latched themselves onto her breast, crushing her large tit like it was a stress ball. It hurt but she didn’t care. He chose her, he wanted to fuck her, he loved her – that’s all that mattered.

She felt his arousal manifest as he ran his erection between her thighs, the veins and subtle contours she grew familiar with over the many weeks running over her plump labia, her bright pink button already winking against the spongy flesh in response to the rock hard cock between her soft thighs. Her tumescence was already ready to get stretched by his huge cock, to be claimed and owned by the stallion taking ownership of her. After a few moments more, her juices lubricating his piping hot cock, he broke their kiss a dismissive snort and furrowed brows.

“I won’t be able to stop thinking about you, and this is all you want from me,” he said, giving her a quick once over; his cock twitching against her leaking flower. “So I’m going to break you as hard as you broke me…”

She smiled. His words were like music to her ears. So long as they would be together, she could imagine no greater future. His hands released her and pushed on her chest. She tumbled backwards, falling onto her back. She didn’t resist him when he flipped her over, raising her ass up by the dock and tail. She didn’t look back in time but she felt the broad head of his member prod and ease slightly into her eager cunt, anxious to take his heavy fuck pipe. She could feel her heart thrum against her ribcage. No tricks, no illusions, it was all him. However, with his prick tip smeared in her juices, she soon felt him prod against her wrinkled ponut. She gasped but felt no desire to stop him. The slick texture of his stallionhood pushed against her exit and forced his flare into her tight hole. Her ass clamped down on reflex but that didn’t stop him from driving more of his cock inside, her flowery insides warping around the vein covered pillar. She hissed, enduring the pain. He spared her no time to acclimate, adopting a smooth and quick rhythm, pounding away at her ass haphazardly, her hips meeting her ass; the loud claps echoing out into the void that surrounded them.

She listened to his grunts, gasping whenever his hand slapped against her butt, the rippling flesh spurning him on. She didn’t try to stop him. Even as fresh tears began to fall from her eyes, she smiled. So long as he returned her love, in whatever form it may take, she would do anything for him...

Several months later.

The hotel room reeked of sweat and musk, a dense and dour odour of sex. It also clung to the two occupants, their tryst having gone on for days now. Sleeping or awake – sometimes even whilst one slept and the other was awake – jizz flowed into numerous holes like gushing water in Equestria’s busiest river. Apart from the impressive endurance of the mare and stallion, various spells and potions were utilised to make such a feat possible. For the stallion, his nuts constantly sloshed, often forcing him to awake thanks to their painful fullness and heightened virility. His cock never returned to his sheath, remaining only in various states of hardness, both sleeping and awake. Precum never ceased its leakage from the indented urethra, always ready to lubricate and plunge balls deep into whatever hole struck his fancy. Through the aid of spells, and his own natural sex drive, he epitomised a true stud, eyeing with both lust and contempt the mare sprawled out on the bed.

She was asleep, her black coat streaked with crusted cum from a few hours ago. He approached her with plodding steps, his stinking fat cock throbbing in her direction, twitching out a particularly large bead of precum as he neared her unconscious form. She was still in the shape of her alter ego, Nightmare Moon, as he demanded of her the day prior. Shining’s hardness had violated each fuckable hole of the ‘villain’ until he was out of energy – she was too exhausted to even moan by the fifth climax.

Even in an altered shape, her body still bore the marks of their carnal fucking. Plum purple bruises that stood out especially on her black coat. Strangulation marks around the neck, bite marks on various places of her body and blood crusted nails from where she scratched down his back. Her body looked more on the receiving end of a brutal attack rather than consensual sex. Most of the time, anyway. Whilst damage was observable all over, the most cringe-inducing was concentrated between her legs. Her cunt was open, agape, and visible all the way to the cervix – which was similarly busted open from ceaseless penetration, her womb effectively ruined. Her plush black lips plastered with dried jizz, hued slightly purple from incessant pounding. Her hole still clenched, even as she slept, either trying in vain return to its original tightness or acting on a pavlovian whim to clench and squeeze around a frequent intruder to her moist depths. Her ass, once an exit for unsavoury things, had been effectively warped into a second cock holster for Shining. The poor ponut gaped like the hole above it, an open-air entrance to her bowels that was more often than not the first hole violated of the day. Luna was too numb now to the pain it once made her feel, the mare simply happy that her ass had been made into a second pussy for Shining’s ramrod to excavate and pump his fertile loads deep into. Her body was more apt of a whore than a Princess now, not that she really fulfilled her duties much anymore, content to meet her ‘lover’ biweekly to satisfy his more base urges. An inspector might mistake her as a victim of a brutal gang rape rather than the willing recipient of abuses from the stallion she still passionately loved.

Her head was partially hanging over the edge of the bed, left that way after he was done with her. Although now, sporting a boner and with his libido once more inflamed, he wanted to make use her once again to relieve himself. The aroma of his musk fluttering into her sinuses was enough to stir her back to life, his fist-thick bitchbreaker visibly sticky with various juices and smells. Despite being only half awake, Shining shoved his sweat covered sack onto her face, his sour sack making contact with her open mouth and his taint pressed against her flared nostrils. Such a thing had become a ritual at this point, his contempt and disgust for her still burning so strong within his core that such debasement was the only thing she deserved. Of course, ‘Nightmare Moon’ had quickly begun to regard such vitiation as displays of affection from the stallion, groaning with quivering thighs as she plopped one of his large balls into her mouth; suckling on the skin as she set about washing the corrupted nut with her tongue. Her hands immediately took to action, sinking into either of her huge, expanded breasts to push them together and wrap around Shining’s hole-gaper of a cock. Upon squeezing the hot-blooded member between her tits, embracing the grey fuckpipe with soft pillowy flesh, she dared release a muffled moan around his spit glazed ball, which provoked an immediate reaction from Shining in the form of an immediate and heavy handed slap against her breast.

Just as the print of a hand broke out on her coat, Shining growled. “Don’t enjoy this, Cunt,” he commanded her, sneering down at her grimacing expression. He hadn’t called her by her true name in months. She perceived such vulgar and crass expletives as pet names, or, at worst, humorous digs.

Luna didn’t reply in any form – he didn’t like her vocalising in most capacities – as a pain-induced tear emerged from duct of her right eye. The only time she ever saw Shining some crooked hint of a smile in her presence nowadays was whenever he managed to force a tear from her eyes. She often grinned whenever he did, happy he was happy. This led to her reverence of pain, which had the unfortunate effect of making it harder for her to cry, forcing him and her to go to greater lengths to extract such a simple thing. Once upon a time, the sourness of the room’s smell was enough to elicit a tear. Now, she could withstand a meaty dick slap before he lodged it balls deep in her stretched gullet, forcing her to choke on it as he slept and still not produce one solitary tear.

She moved from one ball to the next as he continued to fuck her chest. She stifled a moan by allowing it to fill as much of her mouth as possible, even if Shining felt the vibration of her pleasured hum up his ball sack. He gave her a pass this time, his hands reach down to harshly squeeze her tits. His hips adopted an allegro for a rhythm, Luna barely able to keep her large lips wrapped around the sagging flesh as Shining fucked her chest. She knew not to expect him to be done with her, even after he reached climax. This had become a form of foreplay. Whichever was most convenient at the time, Shining would drag his slime covered cock over or through it until he covered a new area of her body in cum – not that she had any untainted areas left at this point. Between her armpits, her thighs, over her stomach or even the slight indentation between her eyes and muzzle, nothing was off-limits to him. Her body was a temple. His temple. And he could sacralise or profane it in any which way he pleased.

Luna felt his tail flick against her face, and his nuts flex up into his body between her lips. Coinciding with this was the thickening of his cock between her breasts. Half-buried into her tits, she felt his cocktip flare, each vein that ran along his shaft pushed to its fullest extent up to the flesh and a single auditory and curt grunt from Shining were all the signs Luna had grown intimately familiar with during their time together – his orgasm. Between her tits, creating the middle of a thick and cummy tip sandwich, the first volley of Shining’s jizz salvo broke her squashed together tits and created a long line down her stomach to her waist. Under her still roaming tongue, Luna could literally feel the ropes leave his balls as they convened at the thickened hilt of his member. With the various spells and potions circulating through his body, his exponential potency meant he could fire anything between eight to fifteen streaks before the last residues started to dribble from the flare.

No matter how much he shot during a single orgasm, his balls were already quick to fill to bursting just a few moments later. The mere thought of his production was almost enough to make Luna cum right then and there, stymied only by the intense feelings of longing for that wasted load to be inside of her instead. After he finished painted her lower body and boobs with streaks of white, he let go of her breasts and stepped away with a few heavy steps, one of his balls popping free of Luna’s mouth. When Luna let go of her breasts, the sight was like a mouth filled with an overabundance of chewing gum. Her tits were close to being glued together, with an excess of thick sperm forming several white bridges between her large black peaks. The excess that pooled between them ran like a small stream down her neck, some droplets of cum dripping to the floor.

In a stray thought of humour – which was rare for him nowadays – Shining did not feel a single ounce of envy whatsoever for the first pony to look over the room with a black light.

Whilst Shining looked over the obscene display, Luna with Nightmare’s eyes looked with longing at his cock. Even from upside down, it looked brilliant. Impressive thick, glazed with cum and half erect, she licked her lips with a forked tongue. Even without prompting, it pulsed, the prominent veins along his shaft rushing to fill once more with piping hot blood. The magma in his veins would more aptly be described as ‘liquid lust’ rather than blood, for even so shortly after climaxing, Luna saw his eyes looking back over her body, already desiring further desecration.

“Please put that bitch breaker inside me,” she cooed, tensing her thighs. Her calls to further ruin her body were the only semblance of speech he would tolerate from her, which she knew from the fact he pumped out another delicious glob of precum in response.

He crossed his arms, looking at her expectantly – a wordless order she had grown familiar with. Haggardly, Nightmare-Luna flopped onto her stomach, contributing another stain to the sheets alongside the countless others as she weakly rose onto her hands and knees. She was exhausted, and even as an alicorn there was only so much strain she could take, her limbs quivering under her own body weight. Slowly and with tremendous difficulty, she turned for him, presenting her rear to Shining just as her arms and legs gave out from under her. She was in the right position at least for him to penetrate her whore cunt.

Satisfied with her position at the edge of the bed he moved back towards her, his cum covered dick ready to plunge into her hole. He gripped the thickest part of his cock, just below the medial ring, and angled the tip towards her soaked and loose pussy. At the sight of it, he knew it wouldn’t do for him in its current state. Even when she clenched her tunnel as hard as she possibly could, she was so thoroughly stretched that her velveteen walls couldn’t even touch each other.

“Fix it,” he ordered directly, staring at the brutalised hole with abhorrence. He knew after what he wanted to do with it, it would simply end up in the same state. But he didn’t care. He’d much rather ruin than preserve her.

Immediately, Luna’s horn glowed a deep purple. Lines were drawn in untidy lines over her abused hole, enshrouding the destroyed orifice with a dim purple glow. She winced, letting out a low moan. It burned, a sting persisting even after the light dissipated. It left behind a pristine black cooch. Being ageless had its benefits, including accruing a number of spells that enabled her to fix any slight blemish or mar, to stitch together wounds and repair broken bones. Her vagina now looked like a flower yet to blossom, ready to bloom from a merciless fuck. Typically after repairing an injury, Luna required a few hours of rest but she knew Shining would not afford it to her, as randy as he was.

All she did to brace herself for the inevitable was grasp the sheets, a breathless scream sounded from her throat as Shining rammed the first quarter of his cock inside of her. A mistake, he usually wasn’t so lenient. Immediately after she felt his breath on the back of her neck as he shoved the remainder of his shaft inside of her, her quim swallowing every single inch. Her repaired pussy jolted at the sudden trauma, deforming around Shining’s fuck cudgel. There was a lull at the cervix – he would have to break that in again. He started punching at the second entrance without remorse, the huge bulb headbutting rather than gently kissing at her womb until it finally gave way to his dominant lancing. It was like getting her cherry popped twice in a row, her jaw tightening as he trespassed her womb and sincere tears of pain leaked from the corners of her eyes. She smiled of course, pained and compulsive, knowing he would enjoy the look on her face when tears ran down it. He reared his hips back, leaving only the tip embedded in her snatch, taking the deep plunge once again.

His hips were like a well-oiled machine, his piston-like back and slam was a merciless display of automation. Cramming his entire turgid length inside of her snug puss brought him to greater heights of pleasure than anything else, his heavy cum-filled sack slapping against her clit on every thrust. Each day was like claiming the unspoiled slit of a virgin, her ripe fruit yielding fresh nectar spewed all over his shaft with greater abundance on every driving stab. He hit the ceiling of her foal box on every single one, her untarnished cunt feeling every hard and slick inch he had to offer. Despite how hard he was going on her hole, he could still feel her attempt to clench and tighten around him, trying to keep his inches inside of her despite how much he made her hurt. Every time he pulled out he brought some of her out with him. He couldn’t do much about how much she enjoyed being ravished by his size, the submissive slut responding to pinches and slaps with smiles and pleasured convulsions, which only angered him to hurt her more. As he slammed deep into her depths, he deftly slapped her cutie mark, her large rump jiggling at the contact. He was never done with just one, not satisfied until he left an imprint of his hand over her sigil or a large bruise – it was all he could do to hide the mare she was. Hole was her name and designation, and he drilled that identity into her as he drilled his thick cock into her. He did not love her. But he would not deny himself the pleasure of using her, changing her inside and out just she did to him.

His hands found their way to her face, two of his fingers slipped in past her full lips, pulling at her cheek like a fish-hook. Through her parted lips he let out the pleasured gargles that sounded from her throat, they filled the room alongside the fleshly slaps of his hips meeting her fat voluptuous ass and the squelching of her cock in her cunny. On them, she could taste her own essence and his, a fragrant flavour of pure fuck that her tongue gladly swirled around. Alongside her shoulder, he used her mouth as another way to use leverage on her, picking up his already rapid pace to truly breed her tamed cunt, his hips making her tush bright red from their unrelenting barrage. The sensation of her virginal tightness clamping down all around him brought him closer and closer to orgasm. His intensified strokes made the body beneath him quiver and quake, each thrust like a lightning bolt of ecstasy striking the very top of her spine. In moments like these, however fleeting it was, the pair rekindled some semblance of a sincere union as their pleasures combined and intensified – working in tandem to climb to the height of sexual gratification. Luna could feel his alreadyobese stallionhood thicken in girth, stretching her insides even further apart as he overfilled her already full canal. As soon as his crown emerged into her womb, it flared, fully prepared to unleash a cascade of cum into his living receptacle.

“Let’s cum together!” Luna suggested, her body seizing up against Shining’s chiselled, sweat covered body.

“Fuck,” he growled the expletive through gritted teeth, not listening to her meagre request. Fortunately, coincidence would grant it.

His nuts clenched as his ass tightened, his beleaguered prostate reloading a fresh bullet of jizz in Shining’s meaty, femcum covered barrel. The first shot colliding with ceiling of Luna’s foal maker. Like the strike of a gong, the sticky blast triggered a full body reverberation in the mare, a silent scream sounding from her mouth and around Shining’s fingers as his erection pulsed within her. With each shot of his creamy load, the split-second length of its travel up the urethra was felt inside of her, giving her taxed hole just a little extra girth to deal with on every thick load unleashed within her. That little extra to his circumference shoved her into a free-fall of pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets as she took the metaphorical reins of her orgasm, which hit her hard, the intensity of which matching the potency of the cum filling her womb.

“I l-love you, Shining,” she half-gasped, risking the attraction of his palm just o let him know it. The sheer pressure of his nut butter forced some of its impressive volume from her cervix and into her love canal, a spurt of his cream plastering the insides of her thighs.

He didn’t respond to her affections, effectively ignoring it, so much so that his hand was never even raised to punish her for speaking. As he slid out his cum covered cock, some of his semen left with him, an excess oozing from Luna’s abused hole over her clit and onto the bed beneath her. His dick was already returning to hardness, his over-ripe cum churners already starting the process of refilling. Gripping his shaft with a huff, he smeared a white trail from her ‘V’ to her ‘A’, aiming it at her exit-turned entrance, wearing a sneer at its gaping looseness.

“Fix it,” he commanded, cold and distant as ever, his libidinous gaze focused on his target.

Luna’s horn glowed, smiling in contentment, even as the burning sensation wrapped around her loosened ponut. She didn’t need to hear him say it. She knew it. He had to. He needed to. Or so she kept telling herself, her smile only showing the scarcest hint of wavering as she forced herself to maintain it, just as Shining thrust his rock hard cock balls deep into her tight ass…

Whatever she must do.

Bad End.

Author's Note

And, unfortunately, this marks the end of the story. The commissioner is content with it. However, if you are not, you can wait until I feel the impulse to write further endings or you can pay for them yourself. I will not be using my new rates if someone does commission the other endings to this tale (10 dollars for 1k words not 15) but right now, the book is closed on this story.