Author's Note

What's more horrifying than rape? Happy Halloween month 🎃👻

Suffer

As the sharp bolt of magic shot straight out of my horn and into the middle of the desk, Obsidian’s eyes widened as he jumped off the desk and crashed onto my bed. As my ice cream practically sizzled into ashes upon the magic’s touch, I growled as I quickly repaired my desk with a calmer spell. After it repaired itself, I swung my head to stare at Obsidian, who was clutching one of my pillows with his holed hooves.

“How did this happen?” I whispered, my voice shaking along with my body.

“They spent the night talking, and Auburn said something about you telling her that Artsy is asexual,” Obsidian explained, his grip on the pillow slightly loosening. “Artsy softened up real quick after that, and apologized for not telling Auburn sooner. On the condition that Auburn can seek release from others, Artsy was willing to try to make it work.”

“And Auburn?” I asked.

“She...seemed like she was still thinking it all over,” Obsidian admitted. “She might have somepony else on her mind.”

“I don’t give a fuck who that whore wants,” I snarled, she finally forced my hoof. “I’ve changed my mind, Obsidian. You can do the first plan you suggested.”

“You mean…?” My changeling friend’s eyes lit up as his cock began to slide out of its sheath, his tongue licking his fangs as he struggled to stay still.

“Yes,” I nodded. “But! You can’t do it in that form, it must be in her form.”

“Duh,” Obsidian rolled his eyes as his tongue rolled back into his mouth and he grinned at me. “Wouldn’t want to give myself away like that. When do you want this to happen?”

“As soon as you can get Auburn alone in her room, I have a potion that’ll help you under my bed,” I told him, sticking my head under the bed and using my magic to pull a white potion out from under the bed. I placed it on the bed next to Obsidian. “Give that to her first.”

“Of course,” Obsidian nodded. “I’m pretty sure she’ll be in her farm mother’s home tonight, I’ll wait for her.”

After taking on the form of a fly again (the magically enhanced potion bottle shrinking as I did), I waited on the surface of the red barn for Auburn to come trotting down the hill. If Artsy herself was with the orange mare, I would try for another night. Two Artsies would only derail the plan into a fire of confusion, and I knew this routine well enough to not make rookie mistakes like that.

Sure enough, Auburn walked down the hill and opened the door, walking inside. After a few minutes, I took on the form of Artsy Ace and knocked on the door. The farm mother that neutered most of my people opened the door, giving me a smile.

“Howdy Artsy!” Applejack waved her hoof. “You come to visit my daughter?”

“I have,” I told her. “She seem alright on the way home?”

“Ah think so,” Applejack put her hoof to her chin. “She seemed like she had ah lot to think about. But it’s probably cause of that bully she mentioned. Ah swear, if I find out who yelled at my filly-”

“I understand,” I nodded. “But I should probably check on her myself.”

“Of course,” Applejack nodded. “Go right upstairs, she should be in her room.”

I trotted up the stairs with a wine bottle full of the potion underneath my wing, using my free wing to knock on the door to Auburn’s room. Auburn opened the door, her smile coming naturally as a filly that had a knife held against her head.

“Oh, h-hey Artsy!” Auburn greeted me. “What’s that underneath your wing?”

“I thought we could have a drink after everything,” I entered the room and closed the door with my back hoof. After some time of her eyes darting from me to the bottle, she finally spoke.

“Oh, okay,” Auburn slowly nodded as I popped the cork and handed the bottle to her. Taking a swig, Auburn nudged the bottle back to me and I placed the cork back on. As I placed the bottle on her desk, Auburn’s expression scrunched up.

“Aren’t you going to have so-” Auburn stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she tried to force the words out. As I galloped to her door and locked it with one of my feathers, I turned to face her, still blocking her exit.

“I can’t have you ratting on me to your bumpkin mother,” I shrugged. “Then again, I could always just tell her the truth. Ponies like you don’t just get raped for no reason, right?”

Auburn bolted forward and swung several blows into my side, but I swung a hard blow into the side of her head, sending her crashing against her chair. As she struggled to get up, I kicked my hoof into her ribs several times until she collapsed, her eyes blinking in and out of consciousness. Grabbing her by the scruff with my teeth, I yanked her up onto her own bed head-down-ass-up and pressed my temporary ten-inch cock against her deliciously dry entrance. Auburn glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, struggling as I leaned my weight against her and my forehooves on either side of her shoulders. Her mouth flapped open and closed, and while nopony else could hear the words, I could.

“Artsy!” Her voice wailed in my head. “I made a mistake, it’ll never happen again! She meant nothing to me!”

“I can still hear you,” I told her. “And I don’t have a cobweb for a brain, whores never change. I’ve seen the way you looked at her and not me when she took me to the headmare. I get it though, you were feeling neglected. Well don’t you feel better now, you fucking whore!”

I snarled the insult in her ear as I pushed half my length inside her tight entrance, hearing her tortured screams echo in my head. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all a performance. The fact that she angered my Panphoria and made her cry was enough to put her in this position, but to knowingly take away the mare she wanted, and to then cheat on that mare? There was a lesson to be taught here, and she wouldn’t leave this room until she learned it. Blood poured over my cock and into her bedsheets as she squirmed with renewed strength, but I sank my teeth into her mane as I thrusted more inside her.

“Yes,” I hissed as her walls clamped around my cock. “Struggle, you worthless cunt~”

And even if this was a performance, it wasn’t like it was for nopony. After all, if her spell worked, the two of us might have an audience after all...

Laying on my bed, I had my horn generating a screen of “Artsy” raping Auburn in her own room. I felt waves of euphoria rushing from the tips of my hooves to my clit as I rubbed it in circles, my heart racing as my plan blossomed before my eyes like a flower in full bloom. And I could hear her screams, even if nopony else outside of her room could. They sounded like birds singing to my ears~

The feeling I’d felt just minutes ago, the blood boiling inside me as I imagined Auburn fucking as many mares as her heart desired instead of devoting herself completely to Artsy, had melted away and was replaced with this lustful high that I was trying to stifle. Then again, my brother was out on a walk and my parents were still probably out at their respective jobs, so what was the harm in letting out one scream?

The electric feeling in my clit surged throughout the rest of my body, and the screen my horn was generating glitched and nearly disappeared altogether as I threw my head back and howled:

“YES! RAPE THAT WHORE!”

Meanwhile, outside of Panphoria’s room, a short yellow unicorn mare with a white mane and tail with pink highlights and a tall dark blue stallion with a short dark brown mane were walking down the hallway. While the mare, Silent Mouse, didn’t hear a single sound due to her deaf ears, the stallion named Work Horse paused and stared at their daughter’s door. His muzzle scrunching and his eyes widening, he shook his head and sighed before following his wife to their room.

“I really need to talk to her about that porn addiction of hers,” Work Horse grumbled. “Why can’t she watch something normal for once?”

The tortured screams underneath me had dissolved into sobbing and asking what she did to deserve what was happening. Each time she asked, I either laughed, spit on her, or ignored her as I realized that I was reaching my breaking point. I considered slowing down if only to prolong the bitch’s suffering, but Panphoria was most likely cooling off from a bone-shaking orgasm. And as much as my heart swelled knowing that Panphoria would sleep like a foal tonight, she’d want me to reward myself for my hard work. Picking up the pace, jackhammering myself into Auburn as I felt her squirting all over my cock, I snickered.

“See? It’s not so bad, Aubby,” I taunted her. “You’ve been longing for this night after night, and you even came! Was it all that you had hoped for?”

For the first time since I started, she fell completely silent, not a cry or yell even. Eh, whatever. I gave one final thrust and moaned right into her ear as shot after shot of my jizz went right into her unprotected pussy. She didn’t know that the potion would prevent said pregnancy, but of course, I didn’t need to tell her that.

Pulling my cock out of her slowly, pressing her head down against the bed with my hoof, I began to leave her bed while keeping her head held down.

“Listen carefully,” It was the softest tone I’d have with her, so she ceased her struggling. “The potion doesn’t wear off until I leave the house, but if you try to run to your mother, or if you tell a single soul of what happened...well, I’m sure that hick momma of yours wouldn’t mind a rape-foal in that belly of hers. And having me arrested won’t prevent that, I have a lot of friends after all. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

As I remembered the many forms I took during nights like these, I chuckled and almost hoped that Auburn would snitch and have Artsy arrested. Because who would I decide on for Applejack’s rape? Ekon, the towering zebra stallion with rippling muscles? Viper, the loud-mouthed dragon with cheetah-like reflexes? Or would I dare pose as one of Applejack’s dearest friends with a futa cock?

I lifted my hoof off her head, and Auburn came to life as she shook her head, still not looking at me.

“I won’t tell anyone! Please, your problem is with me!” Auburn wailed in my head. “Leave my family out of this! Isn’t this punishment enough?! To forever live with this with nopony to tell?”

“That is quite the punishment, yes,” I grinned. “Very well then, you have a good night my sweet Aubby.”

Pressing my lips against her forehead, I walked down the stairs and didn’t hear a single sound in the barn. As I walked outside, I noticed Applejack and the other family members were far away from the barn, either feeding pigs or bucking apple trees. Heh, seems like I didn’t even need that potion.

“Oh Artsy!” Applejack waved at me as she galloped over. “Ya sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?”

I struggled not to burst into laughter, the idea of Auburn having to endure a full dinner with her rapist and not saying a peep as she would imagine her mother being pinned down by the mysterious rapist of my choice. But alas, Panphoria needed that feeling inside her to marinate until it blew up the next time she saw Artsy. I shook my head, smiling at Applejack as I spread my wings out.

“Not tonight, Aubby seemed a bit tired and I already ate earlier,” I told her. “You all have a good night!”

“Ya do the same!” Applejack grinned as I turned around, giving her a nod as I galloped towards the hillside and took off into the sky, using Artsy’s Celestia-blessed wingspan to fly high into the sky until I saw no one else around me, and shapeshifted into a fly as I flew to Panphoria’s house and into her open window. Panphoria’s half-lidded gaze was on her magic-generated screen, smiling from ear to ear as she watched Auburn sobbing into her pillows, her hoof still slowly rubbing her clit. As I landed on her desk, I shapeshifted back into my changeling form and Panphoria flinched, the screen disappearing as she covered her lower half with her blankets.

“Obsidian!” Panphoria blushed as she grinned at me. “Let me know when you come in! You don’t want to fly in on me flicking my bean.”

“Panphoria…” My heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings as I imagined her hoof replaced with mine, trailing my tongue down her neck, but I’d rather be caught for all my crimes than admit that out loud. “...don’t worry, I don’t mind. You were technically watching me in action, after all.”

“True,” Panphoria giggled. “But you were her, so I couldn’t help but get carried away with the thought that my sweet Artsy would give her what she deserved, and then sweep me up in her wings in a deep kiss and...you don’t want to hear this, I’m sorry.”

“Panphoria, I love hearing when you’re happy,” I told her, not disagreeing with her last statement. “And know well that if that mud pony is nuts and chooses to stay with Artsy still, I’ll sick Ekon on Applejack. She’d have to be as twisted as me if she doesn’t breakup with Artsy after that.”

“Oh don’t worry, I have a hunch we won’t have to worry her anymore,” Panphoria got out of her blankets, embracing me in a hug and kissing me on the cheek. “Obsidian, you didn’t have to do any of this. I owe you more than I could ever give back, so if you ever want anything at all, you tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

I felt my cheeks heat up as I began absorbing the love radiating from her. And as I processed those delicious words, I wondered if it was love for what I did…

...or me?