Chapter 2

Being led through Canterlot that morning was the hardest thing Twilight had ever done.

Not only was she constantly trying to block out of her mind the terrifying thoughts of what her baby brother dragon might be going through at this very moment, but there was the absolute assault upon her senses of the destruction and chaos around her.

Immediately upon going outside, she had been struck with the stench of the air - a thick hanging fog of dust and smoke, mixed with a blast of hot excrement and gore, peppered with the acrid sting of magic-explosive residue. Everywhere it seemed that fires flickered or smoldered under the dark dusk of the perpetual eclipse.

Houses on her street that she had known for her whole life, familiar trees, monuments fences that adorned countless foalhood memories were now heaping piles of rubble and splinters, while other houses might only have light damage or even be relatively untouched. The capricious whims of war had spared some from the bombardment... while crushing other families in one swift moment.

Though, hearing the echoing cries and screams from the city, she wondered if those killed suddenly might have received the greater mercy.

Here and there she could see spatters of blood or little bits of flesh… unrecognizable bits of gore that might have been a part of a limb or a torso… but it wasn’t long before she saw her first corpse.

In the center of a blackened scorch in the middle of the street was a charred skeleton - the only remains of a consuming magical fire that had caught the unfortunate unicorn. The smell of seared pony-flesh and charred bone made Twilight gag and almost miss a hoofstep - but the jerking of the chain kept her falling forward.

“Come on ‘corner, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” The lieutenant chuckled, seemingly pleased as Twilight’s distress.

As they approached the center of town, she started to see far more bodies. In the middle of the street, a huge dark red pool of blood trickling to the nearest gutter from a slit throat… on the side of the sidewalk, the neck twisted at an impossible angle. A group of four or five in a pile in front of a shop door, partially scorched, showing blackened bone and charred flesh where they’d been seared by some magical beam as they’d scramble for safety.

The eyes were open and pale. In all of the fiction she’d read, deceased ponies had closed eyes. That was the most horrible thing - those blank eyes staring back at her as she was led along, with no souls behind them - showing how at the end of the day these were just fragile, fleshy containers.

Twilight could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked, unbidden but uncontrollable grief. Up ahead there was a smaller slumped mass of two ponies - the different colors clashing in their final embrace. One of the two was smaller, much smaller than others that she had seen to date.

“Don’t look Twilight, don’t…” Her father sobbed from in front of her on the chain.

She tried to stare away, she tried. But how could she not look after being told that? How could anypony?

It was Starwatcher, and her two-year-old filly, Dreamstate. They were her neighbors. A few weeks ago Twilight had played with the little filly, teaching her how to blow bubbles. At least they seemed at peace - the filly and her mother clutched in one another’s arms and silent - deathly silent… as they would be for the rest of their lives.

They were approaching the center of the city now, about halfway to the royal palace. This was usually the beating heart of Canterlot, all around the giant facade of Celestia’s fountain - a regal statue of the alicorn that had water spouts and flourishes crafted by Equestria’s finest artisans. Now Twilight could see that the fountain was dry and silent - and somepony had managed to break Celestia’s marble head off of its perch, leaving a stump of jagged rock there instead.

Usually, the air here would be filled with the boisterous and busy marketplace shouts of grocers and potion-sellers… with soap-box speeches by overzealous young politicians… with the giggling and laughing play of foals on recess from the nearby schools…

Not now.

It wasn’t empty either though. The crowds of civilians that would usually fill the square were replaced now by a small traffic jam of thestral soldiers, likely over a hundred of them - too many to count in any case… all milling about and thronging around the central fountain.

The lieutenant slowed as they approached the traffic jam, muttering curses under her breath.

“Ha ha ha! Told you she’d like it more in the tailhole!” A particularly loud voice shouted out.

Twilight looked over in the direction of the noise and saw Countess Coloratura - a young and rising musical star that all the teen-fillies Twilight’s age were listening to these days - pressed up on the bench-like edge of the fountain… being rutted from behind by a thestral.

It was hard to see much, through the throng of ponies… but Twilight could see the rough state of the musician’s face… and could see the black log of flesh squeezing into her anus. Twilight unconsciously clenched her own buttocks as she imagined the pain of such a huge organ into her tight ring. There had been articles written in ‘Teen-Filly’ magazine about how Coloratura was guarding her chastity for the right stallion, despite the pressures of a young pop star.

Not anymore.

“Haw! She’s clenching harder than a foal!” The thestral mounting her snarked to his friends, as he slowly pumped in and out of the smaller pony’s ass. “Sing that song you whorse… the one that made all your colt-aged fans touch themselves over your degenerate ‘corner music… I wanna tune as I rut yer arse!”

Rara sobbed, shaking her head softly. Grunting with each new thrust of the thestral on her back.

“I said sing. Do it or I’ll bleed you dry.” The thestral growled, one of his bat wings reaching to the sheathe on his side and half-uncovering it, all without breaking his pumping rhythm.

“And let the magiIC… of my hearT ughn…. Stay truuueeee…. ow!”

“Yeah that’s the one, my son liked it - I thought it was just more degenerate unicorn trash.”

The poor teenage songbird sobbed out the lines of her first hit single, grunting and choking each time the thestral on her back plowed his stallionhood into her asshole. She gave up partway through the first verse and just began to sob, crying aloud as the thestrals gathered about chuckled an applauded sarcastically.

“Fuck I love it when you cry, bitch… makes you so much tighter.” The thestral grolwed into the singer’s ear. “Here it comes, honey!”

Twilight watched as the thestral arched his back and clenched his teeth, his rod swelling and throbbing with pulse after pulse. All Rara could do was hang her head and sob as the soldier filled her backside with his vile seed.

“Encore! Encore!” Another thestral chirped, stepping up as the first thestral stretched and stepped back from the Countess, His cock was still wedged in the singer’s tailhole - whatever size his flare had become was painfully pulling out the smaller mare’s ponut - but he was clearly too wide to exit the tight sphincter in his current state. It reminded Twilight of the time she’d seen two stray dogs knotted together in the street… she hadn’t thought such a thing was possible with ponies - but the Thestral did seem quite large.

She shuddered.

“Fuck off, you’ll get your turn… when I’m done.” He growled, delivering a shove to the shoulder of the thestral who had stepped forward. “Get back in line and be patient, or go wait for another mare but stop pissing me off.”

It was then that Twilight realized that this was not just a gaggle of soldiers watching the defilement of this singer for ‘fun’. This was a line-up. They were waiting their turn.

Not only that - as they were led through the gaggle of the crowd and got closer to the fountain - Twilight realized that the entirety of the fountain’s benched border was occupied by Canterlot mares - all of whom were in the act of servicing one or more thestrals.

On one bench was the beautiful Fleur, her back covered in scratches and sticky with fluid… a thestral was slapping his hips into hers loud enough to send the plapping sounds over the din as he slammed his stallionhood into her marehood.

Right next to her was Comet Trail, the elementary school teacher. She was on her back, her head craned back to accept the phallus of one thestral - who used the well-aligned angle to throat-fuck the pretty and mild schoolteacher’s esophagus… while his fried drove a cock up Comet’s vagina from the other end. Twilight could see the bulges as they stretched up and down the mare - coming only a hoof length apart in the middle as they reamed her from both ends.

Trying couldn’t tear her eyes away from the whole horrid debauched spectacle. On the one hoof, it was terrifying to see the fate that had befallen these mares, friends of hers that she knew so well… now reduced to … to… receptacles for these thestrals… but how could she not watch… not know who of her friends and acquaintances were being subjected to this?

She had to witness it. For them.

Raven, the Princess’s secretary, a pony that Twilight remembered fondly as sneaking her sweets when she waited in the royal lobby for the Princess to become available, was belly-down on top of a grinning thestral, her front legs suspended legs out into the fountain. On top of her was another male, sandwiching her between the two black-coated bulky soldiers. They had managed to effect an unsteady rhythm - one pulling in as the other pulled out… driving their cocks in and out of the mare’s asshole and vagina in a piston-like motion.

“Man, watch your balls - they’re touching me!” The thestral on the bottom growled suddenly.

“Shut ‘yer mullet, Rookie… is this your first threesome?” The thestral on top barked back, without pausing his fucking of Raven’s stretched out tailhole. “You focus so much on my balls while ‘yer fuckin’ that I’d think ‘yer one of them queer ‘corner fairies.”

Suddenly, Raven emitted a loud, startling groan, craning her neck back and opening her mouth wide. “Y-y-yesssssssssssh…..!” Her eyes rolled and her tongue slipped out of her mouth.

Twilight was shocked - stunned even. There was no mistaking that kind of groan. Raven was liking this. Liking being taken by the two thestrals… orgasming from it with pleasure. W-why?

“Hah! See? It’s kicking in now. Bitch is ours for life now, sarge.” The thestral on the bottom chirped happily, baring a fang as he did so.

Twilight didn’t have time to consider what the strange words meant as she was dragged along, almost out of the square. A surly pair of fierce-looking thestrals stepped in front of the lieutenant, blocking her passage with their spears - both of which were covered in spatters of blood and gore.

“Halt - all prisoners to go by the Colonel for even distribution.”

“Buck off, I got orders that outrank the Colonel.”

“Oh really?” A Svelte voice from behind the pair of guards called out playfully. “I’d be interested to know just who’s orders those are lieutenant, if you’d spare me a moment of your valuable time.”

The lieutenant and the Sparkles turned to face the voice that came from behind the guards. Twilight blinked at the sight: a handsome, almost heroic-looking thestral, resplendent in obsidian armor with a flowing black cape. On first glance, he looked almost like a hero out of one of her fantasy books. Wavy, silver hair… piercing blue cat-eyes… a strong, masculine jaw… a body that was bigger than any other thestral Twilight had seen by at least a hoof length… stronger and fiercer looking too. She could see that he was reposing on a dining chair that had been dragged out of the wreckage of a nearby destroyed restaurant. Perched next to the side of his chair was an ornate claymore.

She was ashamed to feel her heart flutter. How could she even think about how handsome and heroic a pony looked at a time like this?

Still, in contrast to the other thestrals he seemed - more majestic, regal. And he had gotten the lieutenant to stop hauling them off to wherever they were being dragged to.

A vain hope began to bubble in her breast: would he rescue them? He was a senior officer - might he not be a gentlecolt too? Somepony who was above the madness of this pillage of the city? Might he be… their hero?

Twilight imagined him using that longsword to cleave their chains, setting them free and whisking them out of the city - maybe even backtracking to their home to save Spike! Maybe he would even-

One of the guards moved out of the way, un-obscuring the colonel from Twilight’s vision. His lounging backward on the chair was now fully revealed. All around him were unicorn mares, some middle-aged, most young… even two fillies that wore tattered uniforms showing them to still be students of the nearby middle-school. All arrayed about his makeshift throne, gazing up at him.

Or more specifically, his cock.

Stretching out in front of him was the most massive stallionhood Twilight had ever seen.

Mares and fillies always politely looked away if a colt or stallion was relieving himself in the wilderness, or if they were sporting an embarrassing arousal… but they could always see and compare. When talk got bawdy among chattier females, talk might turn to who’s brother, father, friend or special somepony had been seen sporting the largest ‘equipment’. And there were the magazines as well - showing unusually well-endowed earth-ponies or zebras. Twilight didn’t hang out with those gossipy mares very much, but she could remember how they’d tittered about some of these exceptional stallions in magazines, how they’d ‘never fit’, or how they’d like to ‘try that out one day’.

But this.

This was far beyond what she’d ever seen before, beyond what even seemed possible in her anatomical books.

Stretching out from his groin was a thick log of cockflesh, easily as girthy as her forearm, stretching out at least 18 inches into the smokey air, and topped by a drooling flare that looked to be wider than a cantaloupe.

Twilight felt all of those impossible, fleeting, pathetic hopes crash apart again at the sight of that huge organ, proudly waving in the open - clearly demarcating the colonel as a willing and able participant in the activities of the square.

Her eyes raced among the assorted mares adorning the ground about the throne, grasping at the colonel’s legs, trying to snake their way up on to his lap. All of them, even the young ones, had eyes that were distant, empty… crazed. Their pupils all seemed to be shaped in the form of hearts, pulsing along with their racing heartbeats as they gazed at the colonel with wanton lust.

‘Th-they…. They want him? They are turned on by this!?’

The thought seemed impossible in Twilight’s mind. But as she watched the mares, their tails thumping happily up in the air, little groans and moans coming from their mouths, a flicker of scent filled her nostrils. The scent of estrus, heat, arousal. Something that mares new to contain in polite company, either tucking their tails or taking the day to seclude themselves… instead being fanned out into the air like a fog by their flagging tails.

‘Why!? Why?’

“You may continue, ladies.” The colonel sighed lazily, with a small motion from his hoof.

In an instant, the pack of horny mares descended on his great cock like locusts. Kissing and slobbering and licking. Snouts bumped into one another as they fought for space to snuffle into his heavy balls. One of the two young fillies was trying and failing to fit the massive drooling tip into her mouth, while the other had simply taken to grinding her rear against one of the colonel’s shins.

The colonel simply grinned at the lieutenant watching him, eyebrows cocked expectantly. From time to time he would casually toss down a mare that might boldly try to mount him or climb up to his face, as easily as if he were swatting away a fly.

Twilight was stunned. She knew some of these ponies, some had special someponies, or husbands. They were more likely than not lying in a bloody heap somewhere. And yet here they were, trying to… to rut themselves stupid on this monster and his giant appendage.

Why?

“I assume you’ve brought those two mares for my private stock?” He blinked, cocking his head at the lieutenant. “The silver one is not to my taste, you can send her to the square… but that purple one…” Twilight felt his blue eyes trace over her, as if sizing up a hanging piece of meat, “...I’ll test her cunt and see if she’s up to snuff.”

Twilight shivered as the colonel’s cock twitched.

“Apologies Colonel,” The lieutenant sighed, “I’d happily give them to you but I have orders to…”

“Off, child.” The colonel barked at one of the school-fillies that had climbed up onto the throne, who was in the process of hiking her skirt up and trying to position herself, “You’ve already had your turn. You - “ He pointed at one of the two spear-guards, “giver this little minx a good dicking, before she gets too greedy.”

The spear guard strode forward, plucking the filly from his lap in an easy motion.

“N-no… m-master...I want y-your d-” The filly was cut off as the guard put her on the ground, covered her mouth and mounted her in a swift motion. Twilight watched as the guard drove into the filly’s pussy, flipping her school-skirt over her back as he did so, before planting a hoof in the middle of her back and driving her face down into the mud - rutting her like a jackhammer.

It was horrifying. She was only a child! And yet she was moaning like some porn-star whorse in heat!

“Apologies for the ruckus, lieutenant. She’s old enough now that her age shouldn’t be an excuse - I’ve had younger that are better behaved when trying to mount me.” He stretched backward, snuggling into his chair as he continued to enjoy his multiple-mare fellatio. “Now, y ou were about to say some ridiculous thing about how somepony’s orders outranked mine?”

“Honestly sir, don’t you have enough ‘corner cunt at this point?”

The colonel frowned. “It’s not just me - I share the spoils with my men - they’ve earned it after a long campaign to sow those wild oats in these mangey ‘corner cunts.”

The lieutenant looked slowly over the large harem of mares crawling all over the Colonel, her silence clearly asking a further question.

The Colonel rolled his eyes in response, “I can’t help it if my wife wants me to return with a large servant stable for our manor - and I wanted enough bloodlines so that my broodmares can provide my family with good slave stock for generations to come.”

“Waste of good thestral genes, in my opinion, sir.” The lieutenant replied, calmly.

“I suppose,” The Colonel sniffed and pointed at Twilight. “But back to the point, who can possibly have reserved rights on that piece of ass over me? Don’t tell me it’s General Nightcore either - that old sack hasn’t been able to get his willy up for a decade.” The Colonel smiled at his own joke.

“Nightmare Moon, sir.”

The colonel’s smile instantly fell, his eyes growing wide. “Sh-sh SHE did?”

The lieutenant nodded.

“Then why the buck are you wasting time here, lieutenant? Are you trying to get me executed?” He growled, waving her away. “Get a move on, why don’t you?”

The lieutenant nodded her head and saluted, then turned to start leading Twilight and her parents away.

“Wait!” The colonel clicked from his chair, making the lieutenant halt. “You’re with the fourth regiment, right? Intelligence?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You fuckers got a lot of my boys killed last week.” The colonel growled, “I figure you owe me one for that asinine scouting report.”

“Sir, the princess-”

“Yes yes, I won’t take your prisoners… but you have your kit, yes?” The colonel snapped.

“Yes sir, I have it here.” The lieutenant flicked her wing to one of her modular saddlebags.

“Give me your curettes of love poison, I know they issue them to intelligence officers.”

The lieutenant frowned. “Sir, I need to account for all of my gear at the end of the day, and I know you were given more than a double issue to create your little collection.”

“I ran out.” The colonel admitted. “Acted like a bat in a mango store, and now there’s a few choice picks that I don’t have a dose for… I’d prefer not to have them sobbing all the way back to the Nightlands - it gets so dreary… so… give me your curettes.”

“Sir…”

“Or I can decide that I need to verify your orders have come from such a holy source - after all, why would a lowly lieutenant be doing HER will so directly?”

The lieutenant now blinked with fear. “Sh-she’d kill you, for delaying me.”

“And you too, for being late.” The colonel casually responded. “And I’m willing to bet a clever intelligence bat like yourself can scrounge up some gear in this chaos to get around a simple gear check.”

The lieutenant scowled, then unhooked a leather pouch and tossed it to the Colonel, who caught it with one of his big, leathery wings. Twilight was shocked at how large the appendage was - and fast. The sharpened steel blades on the tips of the wing left no doubt in her mind that this monstrous rapist would be a terror on the battlefield.

The lieutenant shook her head and turned again, jerking the chain sharply to start leading them away.

“Wait.” The colonel said again, “I wouldn’t put it past an intel corps brat like you to throw me the wrong pouch.” He turned and nodded to his spearmen, who had just extracted his flared, spent cock from the cum-filled snatch of the schoolfilly he’d been fucking into the mud. “Grab that pale yellow one, with the glasses.”

He nodded and stepped around a pile of debris. Twilight could hear shouts and cries coming from there, out of sight.

“Won’t take a moment lieutenant, just a quick test and you can be on your way.”

“Let me go! Please, please I’ll do anything! My father was stabbed, he’s dying! He needs me! Y-you already killed my mother. Please!”

Twilight knew that voice! She turned and saw her friend from school, the young tan unicorn bookworm - Moondancer, being dragged by the scruff of her neck like a disobedient dog. Twilight could instantly see that she was in very bad shape. Her horn had been cracked off at the base and she had a swelling on her right cheek, likely from a punitive hoof strike. Her frumpy sweater was caked in mud, and looked like it had been torn and stretched by stallions trying to tear it off of her.

“T-Twilight!?” Moondancer’s eyes widened beneath her large square-rimmed glasses as she recognized her friend. “Please Twilight, you have to help me! They stabbed dad and… and…” She began to sob, tears running down her cheeks as she was dragged in front of the throne, “b-b-buh blasted mom…. And they keep bringing mares out from the pen and then they melt their minds and rape them and…”

“Moondancer!” Twilight choked out, tears starting to pour from her face at her friend’s condition. She turned to the lieutenant and fell to her knees. Maybe she could get the lieutenant to bring her too, bring her away from this square. “P-please! She’s my friend-”

“So? Shut your fucking yap.” The lieutenant snapped, driving a rearward hoofstrike right into Twilight’s solar plexus, winding her and sending her face into the mud.

“Twilight, dear, be quiet. Be strong.” She heard her mother whisper from above her.

“P-please… n-no… Twilight I... “ Moondance struggled as the colonel shooed away his harem, snatching up the much smaller pony with his wing by the scruff of her neck and hoisting her up in front of him.

“Let’s get that off you, little one.” He grinned, and with a flick of his wing sliced the sweatshirt into ribbons, the heavy wool falling in clumps to the earth. Moondancer squealed with fright at the suddenness of the clothing removal. The colonel slowly pivoted her around in front of him, violating her with his eyes. “Hah! I knew a bookish ‘corner like you would have a fluffy unshaved muff! See Darko?”

He twisted the suspended Moondancer around to show his other spearman, who just nodded back at him.

“Good teats though - and she’ll make a good bookkeeper and tutor for my fledglings.” The colonel suddenly whistled, as he inspected Moondancer’s backside. “That’s a great-looking rump. I think that’s what I’d like to see when I take you,”

“Wh-what? N-no… p-please!” Moondancer blushed, trying to cover herself as she looked down at the huge spear of rigid cockflesh pointing up in front of her. The thing reached up to her ribcage. “Let me go, I don’t want… please… my father!”

Moondancer’s wails become desperate as the large bat-warrior adjusted his grip under her arms, aligning and lowering her onto the huge throbbing cockhead.

Twilight could only look up from the mud, still wheezing and trying to find her breath.

“N-no… y-you can’t… I’ve n-never… it won’t fit… ah ah AH!” Moondancer squealed and thrashed slightly as her marehood was lowered onto the top of the bulbous head, as wide as a hoof - the huge, fat cock simply pressed into her sex, unable to enter her.

The colonel grinned and moved his hooves onto the top of Moondancer’s shoulder’s getting ready to push down. “Now, this will hurt quite a bit… but I guarantee in a minute that feeling is going to be all you ever want in your entire life.”

“Wh-what… n-no please… Twilight! Help mEE AHHHHHHHHH!”

With a shove, Moondancer was impaled on the huge cock. Twilight watched for a moment as the massive ebony pole parted her terrified friend’s darker brownish-yellow marelips. Thrusting a huge bulge into her body that strained her cunt and smushed it out against her small, quivering ponut.

She turned away when she saw the trickle of virginal blood rolling over that veiny black shaft.

“T-Twilight! UNGh…. Help! C-celestia! D-d-dad! Dad! Daddy… h-help me… UNGh… anypony! Help me!”

Twilight heard a small tinkle of glass over her friend’s plaintive, begging cries - she looked back.

Halfway down the huge thestral’s pole, her legs splaying and shaking, Moondancer was whimpering as her body refused to admit the Colonel’s huge medial ring. But that wasn’t what had made the sound - in the evil colonel’s right hoof was a small needle-like syringe filled with an amber liquid. With a quick motion, the Colonel bit the small plastic cap off the end and jabbed it into the nape of Moondancer’s neck.

“And now, little one… your soul as well as your body... belong to me.”

“UnGH… UNGH… H-help… d-dad… dad…” Moondancer’s cries became weaker almost croaking.

Twilight watched as her friend’s eyes began to fade slightly behind her square-rimmed glasses, her pupils began to quiver and shift.

“N-no… I d-don’t w-wan’t…. P-please… my f-father…”

The colonel slowly began to grind his hips in small thrusts into the mewling pony, using his hooves to slide her in incremental amounts up and down his pole, treating her like a small fleshlight,
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! DAD! UNGH” Moondancer’s grunts and soft whispers came each time her abused lips bumped against the impassable medial ring.

“Shh… just give in, you little ‘corner whore. You know you want to…” The colonel cooed into her ear, before nipping her nape with his fangs.

As his teeth broke through her skin, Moondancer’s eyes shifted completely, morphing into heart-shaped pupils.

“UNGH… ungh… unmmnn…. Mmmm…. Mmmm…..”

Suddenly her cries and grunts were starting to sound more like moans. Twilight watched in horror as her friend’s face began to unwind from its rigid mask of fear, her mouth opening and tongue lolling as she began to lose herself in the experience of being fucked by the massive thestral.

“Now what was that you were saying about your father?”

“Mmm… d-dad… d-addy… pplease… mmmm…. Yes….!” Moondancer moaned, throwing her head back as her eyes rolled in pleasure.

“Moondancer!” Twilight croaked out hoarsely from the mud. She could see that the thestral’s cock was no longer dripped with blood - it had been washed away by a torrent of clear liquid gushing down from above.

The colonel took notice of Twilight’s cry and fixed her with a smirking glare. He had not broken his rhythm of slowly fucking the much smaller mare in his lap. Making sure that Twilight was getting the full spectacle, he returned his attention back to his victim, watching Twilight’s reaction as he did. “Your father is dying little one, why do you call for him?”

“Mmm… mmmmf!... d-deeeper… deeper… daddy~!” Moondancer gasped, almost unable to find her words in between her moans.

“Me?” The colonel chuckled.

“Yesh… mmmgngh! Yesh… daddy! Please!” Moondancer squirmed and groaned, shaking her hips desperately as she tried to stuff more of her tormentor’s huge penis into her marehood.

With a quick shove, he drove as much of his cock into Moondancer as he could fit, cramming past his medial ring and straining her with the additional width of his base as he pushed the bulge of his cock up to her belly-button.

“D-D-DAD…. D-A-ANNNNGHHHHHHHH!” Moondancer’s head slumped forward, and her whole body arched like a cat stretching. With a huge quivering burst, she released a shower of hot spattering marecum down her new owner’s stallionhood, where it dripped off his balls with pitter-patters onto the debris-covered earth below. Her shattered horn sent out a fizzle of sparks and spatters, unable to focus the energy of her magical orgasm.

“Mmm.”

“Aww…”

“M-master…”

The various mares about the colonel’s chair whimpered with envy, as they watched Moondancer’s corruption complete.

“Grah!” The colonel growled out, relishing the deeper penetration he’d just achieved, squeezing his eyes shut to maintain his composure. After a moment, he blinked his eyes open again. “Ahhh…. I knew she’d be a good fuck - deeper than I’ve gotten on half these worthless ‘corner holes.”

“Like I said, waste of good thestral genes… and equipment, sir.” The lieutenant scowled. “I’m sure your wife or a good pure thestral girl could handle your needs.”

“Are you volunteering?” The colonel grunted, as he shifted the unconscious, spasming unicorn jammed on his cock.

The lieutenant blushed, but shook her head. “No sir, just saying.”

“Well my wife is thousands of miles away, lieutenant and since you aren’t volunteering… I’ll take what I can get.” His nostrils flared and snorted out a good steam of hot air. “All this whimpering has got me fired up now… and you’ve made me curious as to whether I really can fit a true thestral cock into this scum. Worth a shot, at least.”

Twilight saw him look down at himself, measuring up the remaining few inches that he hadn’t manage to cram into her friend.

“In any case, the love-poison worked. You’re dismissed, lieutenant. If I were you I’d haul flank to the palace before you get both our heads lopped off.”

“Thank you, sir.” The lieutenant replied, again jerking the chain and getting them moving. Twilight had to scramble to her hooves to avoid being dragged through the mud. She tried to look over her shoulder at her friend Moondancer, trying to gauge whether she was ok.

The last sight she saw was of the huge, ‘handsome’ Thestral commander lightly slapping her awake - before he began to slam into her with force… falling from his chair to rut her down into the ground like a piledriver… Moondancer’s slutty moans became shouting screams of pleasure… but then Twilight’s vision was cut-off by the row of houses ringing the square.

They were finally out of that hell.

But Moondancer’s orgasmic screams rang through her ears all the way to the castle… as she listened to her friend’s soul be obliterated by the thestral love poison… the void of all her memories, emotions and dreams… replaced by a wanton desire for the colonel’s cock.

Twilight could only wonder, what was in store for her?

Author's Note

I made this chapter a bit longer as well. I think most of the chapters will be about this length... meaning we'll have about 5-6 chapters total.

I actually felt like this was the tamest of the chapters I wrote... the brutality of Spike (likely) being eaten (offscreen) was one of the darker points.

THIS CHAPTER'S CONTEST QUESTION:

Of the poor mares being non-consensually bred this chapter who had the better fate: the mares who received the love poison, changing their minds irrevocably forever? Or the mares getting it 'raw', and going through the pain of the experience... but retaining their souls?

What did you think of the lieutenant's reaction to the colonel 'collecting' his own harem?

Best comment answers will score points. Top comment scorer at the end of the fic will win a 2500 word fic from me, the subject of which will be the winner's choice.

Current Leader:

-Exuno 3pts

Others:
-gapaot 2pts
-ponypron 2pts
-spoonlol 1pt

Some great answers and comments to start things off. Hard to pick a single one, so I just went with gut.