Logical Leap couldn’t sleep.

How could she? The memory of killing Mirror’s copy was still fresh in her mind as she lay alone in her room. She revisited it over and over, one hoof buried between her legs and the other between her teeth, muffling her little squeaks of pleasure. Even just remembering the rush of power was enough to make her shiver.

Worse still, she couldn’t get off.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight, thinking back to the sensation of Gerrick’s cum flooding into her and kneading at her exposed clit, but no matter how hard she tried, the release she sought wouldn’t come.

Leap slumped down with a frustrated sigh. What was wrong with her? If she could just relieve this burning under her tail then she could get the sleep she’d need for her next shift, but nothing worked! She idly lifted her hoof to her muzzle, sniffing at her scent before poking her tongue out to taste it.

It didn’t taste as good as Mirror.

Maybe a snack would help.

Leap threw her thin blanket aside and rolled out of bed, quickly slipping into her uniform. She grimaced as she felt at the lingering stickiness between her legs; even if her tail obstructed the sight, anyone with a nose would be able to smell her distress! If only Mirror hadn’t taken all of the panties she’d brought over from Equestria, she’d be able to somewhat conceal herself, but there was nothing for it.

It was mid-afternoon when Leap stepped out of her room and made for the servant's pantry. She passed a few other maids along the way, greeting them with demure smiles and nods, but didn't stop to talk. She hadn't been very successful at befriending them so far, but it didn't bother her anymore. They weren't close to Mirror Image or Master Gerrick like she was.

It was just after lunch for the day shift, and there were only a few stragglers left in the pantry, rushing to finish their meals or clean their dishes. Leap kept her distance, cringing only slightly when she noticed a few stallions tracking her flank with their eyes. She filled a small bowl with dried flowers, seasoning it with a bit of dressing, and found herself a seat in the corner.

She wasn't really hungry, but that had never stopped her from indulging in a little snacking before. She munched on the flowers absentmindedly, trying to ignore the itch between her legs.

After the first bowl, she decided to go for another, and she thought the third one could use a little more dressing. Soon the servant's pantry was completely empty, leaving her and her fourth bowl alone at her little wooden table in the corner.

Then the door opened, and Mirror Image trotted inside.

Leap froze mid-chew.

There she was, as beautiful and pristine as always, looking over the room with a cool gaze. Mirror's eyes fell on Leap, and the older mare offered a small, sideways smile in greeting.

Leap crossed her hind legs with a quiet whimper, and prayed that Mirror didn't hear the wet sound that resulted.

"Ms. Leap, shouldn't you be in bed? Your shift starts in six hours."

“Um.” Leap should be in bed. She definitely shouldn’t be up stuffing herself with dried flowers drowning in dressing—as if she wasn’t chubby enough already—and she really needed to get the image of Mirror naked and smoldering on a lavish bed out of her head.

A dozen different things to say raced through Leap’s head. Confident, suave, charming, romantic things. But the words she ended up speaking were, “Are you the original, or a copy?”

Mirror didn’t answer right away. She glanced back towards the door and lifted a hoof, pursing her lips. “A copy.”

Leap stood up, holding the copy’s gaze as she walked to block off the door.

Now she knew what she needed. The heat dripping down her hind leg told her as much. She needed to experience that rush again, just a little bit of excitement to help her relax before bed. And even if Leap was just a maid, she was still a real pony, unlike Mirror’s copies. That meant they had to listen to her, right? And even if they didn’t…

Well, she didn’t think anyone would miss a worthless non-pony.

Leap gulped as she walked up to Mirror and extended a shaky hoof, grabbing the back of her head. Her heart thumped against her chest as she pulled Mirror’s head down, down, past the fluffy fur of her chest and the flared hem of her skirt, eyes widening as she realized that the other mare wasn’t doing anything to stop her.

Finally Mirror’s muzzle bumped up against Leap’s aching marehood. For a long moment, Leap’s world slowed to a stop. Had she gone too far?

A wet, warm tongue brushed across her lower lips, and Leap’s eyes fluttered as she let out a relieved moan.

Leap couldn’t see much past the bulk of Mirror’s head, but she didn’t care. She leaned over the other mare, breath coming in short gasps, and pushed her down with both hooves, grinding her pussy against her muzzle. Mirror didn’t protest, dutifully tending to Leap with quick, rhythmic flicks of her tongue, and Leap bit her lip as the little splashes of pleasure swept over her, filling her body with heat.

What did it matter if the copies couldn’t kiss with the passion of a real pony? They didn’t need passion to lick Leap’s cunt, and that was what she really needed right now.

Leap pressed Mirror harder against her, letting out plaintive little whines as she tried to squeeze more pleasure out of her, but Mirror only continued to lick her at the same steady pace, with little variation in speed or target. Leap’s nostrils flared and her ears twitched, and she tried to guide Mirror by shifting her hips, pressing her nose up against where she wanted to be licked. It wasn’t enough.

Leap cast a desperate glance around the room. She needed to cum! Her eyes alighted on a knife-holder, stocked with daily-sharpened knives of every variety needed for cooking. Her horn glowed, and a heavy chef’s knife floated free, wrapped in the azure twinkle of her magic. It spun lightly through the air before coming to a stop behind Mirror’s raised plot, the large knob at the base of the handle aimed for her exposed cunt.

I just need to get her a little excited, Leap thought. Then she’ll get more into it!

With a wave of her horn, the knife handle sunk into Mirror’s pussy. The mare stiffened for only a moment, letting out a sharp gasp, before pressing back into Leap once more.

Leap licked her lips, grinding into Mirror’s muzzle as she began to fuck her with the knife handle. She could feel Mirror nosing aside the folds of her marehood and wrapping her clit in her soft lips, teasing it with her tongue and driving electric flashes of ecstasy up her spine, and she even saw Mirror begin to hump back against the knife. It was working! Leap laughed breathlessly, driving the knife’s handle into Mirror hard enough to rock the mare’s entire body as she felt her orgasm approaching.

But something was holding her back. She came so close, right up to the edge, her whole body shuddering with need, only to fall short.

“Fuck.” Leap groaned, muttering under her breath as she jammed the knife’s handle deep into Mirror’s dripping pussy. “Oh, please. Please, please, c’mon! I’m so close! Please, Mirror!”

Leap continued to beg, pressing Mirror up against her with all her strength, even using the knife buried in her pussy to help. Why couldn’t she cum? What was she missing? She was so close! She just needed a little push.

Leap gasped. I’ve got it!

Focusing her magic, Leap pulled the knife out into the open, flipped it around, and jammed it back into Mirror’s cunt—blade-first.

Mirror shrieked, trying to pull away, but Leap barely noticed over the orgasmic rush that flooded her senses. Instead she let out a long, guttural moan, flipping Mirror onto her back and pinning her between her legs, grinding herself against the panicking mare’s muzzle, eyes fluttering as her victim’s screams sent pleasurable vibrations into her clit.

She glanced down with a breathless grin, marveling at how Mirror’s eyes flinched and jerked in pain, muzzle hidden under the curve of her belly. The primal terror in her beautiful green eyes made Leap’s chest ache and her body shiver. She wanted—needed more of that. Biting her lip, Leap twisted her neck back so she could see Mirror’s bloody, mutilated cunt, the soft flesh now mangled into a jagged hole.

The lips had been cut to shreds, with the exposed clit the only part still recognizable. Eyes lidded with lust, Leap pulled the knife back and adjusted the angle, slicing straight through the base of Mirror’s clit.

Mirror screeched even louder, a long, shuddering wail straight into Leap’s swollen clit that finally pushed her over the edge. She continued to fuck Mirror with the blade as she came, ears filled with Mirror’s muffled crying and the grotesque sounds of the knife sinking into wet flesh.

“Yes! Yes! Finally!” Leap arched her back, bathing Mirror’s face in her cum. This was what she needed!

By the time Leap was able to think again, Mirror had fallen still and silent. She paused to catch her breath, chest heaving, before stumbling back to her hooves and looking back. Mirror’s limp corpse was splayed out on the floor, eyes frozen in terror, her face covered in marecum and tears and her tail soaked in a mixture of blood, arousal, and piss.

“Phew.” Leap took a deep breath before turning and heading back to her room, relieved to finally have scratched her itch. Now she could get some sleep!

Leap slept very well that day, and for several days after. Playing with one of Mirror’s copies became a regular part of her daily routine; she would wake about an hour before midnight, meet the original Mirror to receive her day’s work and eat breakfast, and eat a large lunch at about dawn. In the early afternoon, before settling in for bed, she would do a quick tour of the manor, searching for any sign of Mirror Image’s distinct milk chocolate-and-blonde colors.

It was never hard to find one. She’d come to realize that Mirror usually had at least two copies running around at any given time, supervising important tasks or simply staying within earshot of Master Gerrick, though it was impossible for her to figure out exactly how many there were.

She was discreet at first, still embarrassed of her new hobby and frightened of how the other maids would react. She’d lure the copies into quiet, out of the way rooms, force them to pleasure her, and then, as she reached the height of her lust—kill them.

There were so, so many ways to kill a pony, Leap learned.

It became like a game to her. She would spend every shift contemplating ideas for how to play with her toy mare after, and reminisce for hours afterward as she lay in bed, idly rubbing herself to sleep. She would cut off limbs, grinding herself against Mirror’s back as she tried desperately to drag herself away, slit her throat and masturbate with blood still carrying the heat of life, beat Mirror’s skull into a pulp with her own hooves, moaning with every speck of brain matter that splattered over her cheeks, throw her alive and struggling into the garbage incinerator in the basement, and sometimes just fall back on the old classic: zapping the helpless mare with powerful bolts of magic until she stopped screaming.

After the first couple days, Leap realized that she could even threaten the Mirrors with beatings, and that really opened up her options. Even though they couldn’t feel any real pain, they’d still tie their own noose if Leap brandished a cast iron pan. Then she could hang them from the ceiling and watch them kick, or race to try and make them cum before they wet themselves in fear. How many stabs could a Mirror withstand before finally dying? How many body parts could one lose? Could she kill one without breaking her skin? And was it true that a unicorn could survive without their horn?

Logical Leap had always had an interest in biology, but she’d never realized just how fun it could really be.

About a week after developing her new hobby, Leap had gotten a little too eager, and been walked in on by one of the other maids. She’d froze, terrified by how the other pony might react, but to her surprise, all she did was sigh and walk away.

So she stopped hiding herself.

A month into her time as Gerrick’s maid, she could get around the manor without anyone to guide her. She knew all of the usual places where she could find a Mirror to play with, and had developed some favorite spots to take her. Sometimes Gerrick might even be nearby, and he’d join in, too.

None of the other maids cared. They’d just look away or leave; Leap assumed they were jealous, and she didn’t blame them.

Then, one day, Leap woke up to find Gerrick standing silently in her room.

“Maid.”

Leap woke with a start, tumbling out of her bed. “W-what?! Agh!” She yelped as she fell the short distance to the floor, tied up in her blanket, and banged her head against the floor. “Oww!”

She held a hoof to her head, squinting through her blurry natural vision at the yellow-ish shape standing inside her room. “W-who are you?” Had she slept through her alarm? She hadn’t slept in ever since leaving the University!

Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to stay up late trying to get a spit to go in a Mirror’s pussy and out her mouth without poking out anywhere in between.

The yellow shape shifted. “You don’t recognize your master?”

Leap squeaked. Her horn glowed, picking her thick-rimmed glasses off the wardrobe where she kept them and securing them snugly on the bridge of her nose. All at once, the shape came into focus—Master Gerrick, frowning down at her in a way that made her tail twitch.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry, sir! I—my glasses!” Leap laughed nervously as she struggled to free herself from her blanket. “I mean, um—I didn’t sleep in, did I? I have an alarm, somewhere in here.”

Gerrick silenced her with a slight downwards quirk of his beak. “You’ve been given the night off.”

“A night off?” Leap echoed. She didn’t even know that was an option. Did the manor have some kind of thirty on, one off schedule? What would she even do with all the time?

Probably play with Mirror.

Gerrick nodded. He walked up to her, stretching a talon out and effortlessly slicing her blanket open. “Come with me.”

Leap blinked, mind still trying to catch up as Gerrick turned and stalked out into the hallway, leaving the door yawning behind him. Part of her was wondering if she would get a new blanket now that her current one had been cut in half. Another part pointed out that, if she really was getting a day off, then she really wasn’t obligated to listen to any orders Gerrick gave her.

But even if she was a little slow to ponder these things, the total command in Gerrick’s voice was enough to push her body into motion. Within a minute she’d brushed her hair, donned her uniform, and followed her master out into the hall.

She knew better than to ask what he wanted with her—and had been around long enough to know that, whatever it was, she’d probably like it anyway—so she followed him through the candlelit halls in silence. She couldn’t help but get a little excited just wondering where they were going; Master Gerrick had never come to her personally like this before! He would always interact with her in passing, as if he had something more important he should be doing. But tonight, as Leap followed him across the foyer and out into the garden, she felt like the more important thing was her.

A wagon was waiting on the driveway, simple in design, but of obvious quality in build, with iron bands reinforcing the wood and cushioning on the driver’s seat. Gerrick pointed her towards the empty harness with a wingtip as he climbed into the seat.

Leap’s ears drooped. He wanted her to pull a wagon for him? She tried to hide her disappointment as she slipped into place and fumbled with the straps, tongue sticking out with concentration as she tried to decipher the mechanism. Finally she had the thing secure around her barrel, and looked back at him curiously.

Gerrick pointed a talon down the driveway. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.” Leap dipped her head before starting forwards. The wagon was heavier than she’d expected, and it took her a little bit to get it up to speed, but soon she was turning out past the spear-tipped walls of the manor and onto the dirt road outside it, tugging her master along at a steady trot.

It was the first time she’d been off the property since her arrival, and Leap couldn’t help but cast nervous glances towards the shadowed woods on either side of the path. It was a cloudy night, making it difficult to see much beyond the flickering glow of the lantern swaying from the wagon’s side. As much as Leap had gawked and stared during the ride in, she hadn’t taken the time to actually pay attention to any landmarks or try to situate herself, and she only now realized that she had barely any idea about what the world outside the manor was actually like. She knew the little pocket of Canterlot around the University, the street she grew up on, and the halls of the manor. Everything in between was just unexplored wilderness.

But she didn’t let her nerves get to her. She had Master Gerrick with her, and she knew he’d never let anything happen to her. Even if wagon-pulling wasn’t her first choice of task, she was pleased that he’d chosen her for it before anypony else.

She didn’t know how long she followed the trail, or how far they traveled. At some point the trees gave way to dark-windowed farmhouses and plots of fenced in crops, and still they walked. Finally, as Leap was just starting to wonder what Gerrick would do if she told him she was getting tired, he spoke.

“Stop here.”

Leap sighed in relief as she obeyed, allowing the cart to roll to a stop along one side of the road. The wheels complained as Gerrick dropped down to the dirt, walking up to Leap’s side and looking down at her.

He leaned in close, brushing his beak through her mane and breathing in her scent. She stiffened, looking away with a flustered giggle, and almost didn’t notice when he smoothly undid the strap securing her to the harness.

He traced a talon around her chin, firmly guiding her head off to the side. “Do you see that?”

Leap narrowed her eyes. There in the distance, like a neighboring island of light in a sea of night, a lantern illuminated a pair of ponies sitting in front of a broken wooden fence. It was too far to make out details, but Leap could see the open toolbox on the ground next to the lantern and a wheelbarrow carrying spare planks of wood.

She nodded as best she could with Gerrick still holding her muzzle. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Gerrick brought his beak to her ear, and she shivered at the tickle of his breath. “You’ve been having a great amount of fun with Mirror lately.”

He spoke it as a statement of fact. Leap squirmed as he brought the exciting memories to the front of her mind.

“Those two ponies there belong to me,” he continued. “We’re going to play with them tonight. You understand?”

Leap blinked. He wanted to let these random ponies in on their special club? She tried to look up at him, but she was too weak to overpower his grip. “But, sir, Mirror isn’t here.” She gulped, briefly wondering whether he’d be angry if she questioned him. “How can we play without her to make toys for us?”

“We don’t need her,” Gerrick whispered, caressing her cheek. “Those are the toys.”

Leap’s brow furrowed in confusion. There were other ponies that could make toys like Mirror? Leap had thought that the beautiful head house-maid was unique, but what other explanation could there be? Maybe this was how all the boring, menial jobs got done; she’d often wondered why anypony would ever want to deal with all the dirt and sweat involved with farm work, but if everyone just had magic constructs to do it for them, that would explain it.

And that had to be it, right? They couldn’t possibly be real ponies, because if they were, then Master Gerrick wouldn’t have brought her out here to play with them. He was kind and warm and smart, and he would never lead Leap astray or trick her into doing anything wrong. Even if she didn’t really understand all the details of it yet, she was sure there was a good explanation, and she didn’t want to look stupid in front of her master. She wanted to impress him, and be a good maid for him, and win his favor so she could take Mirror on the tour of Equestria she’d been planning.

“I understand.” Leap nodded as best she could with Gerrick holding her. Butterflies fluttered in her chest as she realized that he’d brought her out here—not Mirror, and not any other pony—to play with his toys. He must really like her!

“Good girl.” Gerrick’s low voice purring into her ear made Leap’s knees weak. He slid his hand back off her muzzle, down around her neck and the small of her back, and gave her a soft pat on her exposed flank. “You go first.”

“Yes, sir!”

Leap grinned, walking out of the little circle of light around the wagon open-mouthed, eyes fixed on her newest toys. The fence they were working on was on the far side of a plot filled with some kind of plant—Leap couldn’t recognize the crop, but she paid it little mind as she stepped over each row.

As she came closer she began to pick out more details; the two ponies were both young earth pony mares, probably sisters if the similarly green-and-brown tones of their bodies was any indication. The older one, who had her mane tied up behind a polka-dotted blue kerchief, seemed to be doing most of the work. Meanwhile the younger sister, a blue ribbon tied at the base of her tail, sat and watched, lending what little help her sibling asked for.

They were talking, and when Leap got just a couple dozen steps away, still safely hidden behind the low bushes of the field swathed in night, she crouched down to listen.

“I can’t believe Pa has us out here so late,” Kerchief griped. “It’s just a stupid fence! There’s not even anything to hold in.”

“You should take responsibility for your mistakes,” Ribbon said, smirking as her sister shot her a sideways glare. “Or at least be smart enough not to get caught.”

“I didn’t even do anything wrong,” Kerchief grumbled. She sighed before grabbing a hammer in her muzzle, gesturing for Ribbon to secure a plank against the fence, and beating a nail into the wood. She spit the tool out with a grunt. “I’m not a filly anymore! I do half the foal-caring in this family anyways, so why can’t I have some of my own?”

“Just give it some time.” Ribbon glanced to the side, where the glowing windows of a farmhouse could be seen some distance away. “I bet Lord Gerrick will take Ma away soon, and then you can go get knocked up all you want.”

Kerchief gasped, looking to Ribbon with wide eyes. “You little brat!” She gave her sister a good-natured jab to the shoulder. “You shouldn’t talk like that! You’ll miss her when she’s gone.”

Leap’s ears flicked as she took all this in. What were they talking about? Not that it mattered. She’d worked so hard to get to where she was, and she wasn’t going to disappoint Master Gerrick now.

She straightened up, stepping out of the field and towards the edge of the sisters’ light, and only then did she realize that she wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

She stood there in silence for a few seconds, wondering what she should say, but before she could figure it out, Ribbon turned and saw her.

Leap jumped at the sound of the young mare’s yelp, and her eyes widened as she soon found herself the target of both sisters’ stunned stares.

Kerchief was the first to talk. She straightened up, eyes taking in Leap’s maid uniform for only a moment. “What are you doing here?”

Leap’s mouth opened, but no words came out. What did she say? Whenever she played with Mirror all she had to do was grab the mare and force her into position, or brandish some weapon and give an order, but these ponies weren’t acting like she did. The younger one was watching her with apprehension, but the elder one was glowering at her menacingly.

Calm down, Leap. She took a deep breath, trying to focus. She had to impress Master Gerrick! Even if she wasn’t used to her toys being resistant, he was probably just testing her.

“I asked you a question,” Kerchief said, taking a step forward. “Where’d you get that outfit? Snuffed some maid in an alley, and now you think you can do whatever you want? Get lost.”

Leap’s eyes widened. The mare was threatening her! She glanced around nervously, spotting the hammer left discarded on the ground.

The soft azure glow of Leap’s magic surrounded the hammer. Kerchief had just enough time to turn and spot the tool floating behind her before, with a wet crunch, the hard metal smacked into the side of her head.

Ribbon gasped as the older mare dropped. “Sister!”

Leap rushed forwards, blood rushing in her ears as she closed the gap and tackled the younger sister to the ground. Her victim’s shriek cut off abruptly as the breath was knocked out of her, and Leap could already feel her pussy winking as she pinned her prey down between her hooves.

“W-what’re you doing?” Ribbon asked, squirming in the dirt. “Lemme go!”

Leap ignored her protests, instead holding the mare close and grinding against her leg. She grinned as she levitated the hammer closer, slamming it into her victim’s muzzle and shivering at the sound of the bone collapsing.

Ribbon wailed, trying to raise her forelegs to protect her face, but Leap kept them pinned in place. The hammer came down twice more, shattering Ribbon’s jaw, and Leap leaned in, shoving her tongue past her victim’s lips to taste the blood already welling inside.

Leap's eyelids fluttered as she rubbed her clit against Ribbon’s shuddering body, each subsequent strike of the hammer driving another spike of euphoria into her mind. She loved the way the mare’s bones would resist before giving way, the sound of her strangled moans for help, the way her hooves pushed weakly back in a vain attempt at self-defense. She was so much more emotive than Mirror Image, and the harder she fought to survive, the wetter Leap became.

Leap slid down Ribbon’s body, kissing at the soft fur of her chest and licking at the round flesh of her teats before reaching her snatch. Ribbon had pissed herself in terror, but Leap barely noticed. She buried her muzzle into her prey’s cunt, tasting her fear and her sweat, pushing her apart with her tongue and then feeling the way her tunnel clenched whenever she was struck by the hammer. Ribbon twitched and spasmed everytime the hammer broke a new bone, her screams now diminished to choked moans.

Leap dug her forehooves between her legs, rubbing her burning pussy with wild fervor as she licked and chewed at Ribbon’s clit. She had her ass raised high, tail flagging vertical and drooping down onto her back, her hips swaying side to side with the rapid beating of her heart as she drove herself towards orgasm. She flipped the hammer around, brandishing the blunt edge of its claw, and sank it into the flesh above Ribbon’s pussy, making the mare squeal as fresh blood flooded down across Leap’s tongue.

It was so hot that Leap could barely think. Her whole world was reduced to her burning pussy, the taste of blood, and the sound of her victim’s wails. When something suddenly came up behind her and shoved her into the dirt, she didn’t even stop masturbating. She looked up at her attacker with tongue lolling and chest heaving, both hooves still mashing into her clit.

“You monster!” Kerchief glared down at Leap with murder in her eyes, a trail of blood dripping down the side of her head. “I’ll kill you!”

“N-no.” Leap had just enough presence of mind to shake her head and lift one hoof in defense, the other still driving fresh pleasure into her clit. “Wait, s-stop. I’m r-real!”

Kerchief ignored her, walking around to Leap’s head and raising one hind leg in preparation for a fatal buck to the skull. Leap stared up at her open-mouthed, too distracted by the fire in her loins to get out of the way, and idly marveled at the smooth skin of Kerchief’s marehood.

A powerful gust of wind made Leap flinch, and suddenly Kerchief was gone.

Leap had just enough presence of mind to frown in confusion. She rolled onto her side, one hoof still buried between her legs, and let out a flustered giggle at the sight of Master Gerrick pinning Kerchief into the dirt. He’d come to rescue her! Her attempts to thank him only came out in a husky moan, but he ignored her. He kept all his attention on Kerchief, lying stunned between his legs, his hard cock already dripping pre onto her belly.

Kerchief blinked up at him in shock, her eyes still a little unfocused. “L-Lord Ger—”

He moved so fast that Leap wasn’t even sure what happened at first. One second he was standing over the dazed mare, wings flared and eyes glinting with a feral energy she’d never seen in him before. Then suddenly he had his hooked beak buried in Kerchief’s throat, her words collapsing into wet gurgles, blood bubbling out into the dirt as he jerked his head ruthlessly side to side.

There was a grotesque, wet, tearing sound, and when Gerrick lifted his head he had a ragged chunk of flesh dangling from his beak. He threw his head back, swallowing the chunk whole as Kerchief gagged and spasmed beneath him.

He stepped up her body, grabbing her head in his talons and dragging it bodily up to his groin before sinking his length into the gaping wound of her throat. Kerchief’s eyes bulged as the head of his cock emerged from behind her lips, one hoof twitching up as if to push him away, but he slapped it away with a wing. He growled down at her, jerking her head over his length like a toy, her weak moans of protest drowned out by the wet, sucking squelch of him fucking her throat.

Leap watched it all with mouth agape, lying on her side in the dirt with both hooves grinding against her marehood. She bit her lip and whined and moaned, left breathless by the ferocity with which he used his prey. He never fucked her or Mirror like that—it always felt like he was holding back a little, or imagining something else. She let out a shuddering groan as Kerchief’s neck, the wound mangled and torn by the force of his fucking, finally gave way, the corpse’s body thudding to the dirt while he continued to pound into her head.

Why couldn’t Leap inspire that kind of passion in her master? She wanted him to fuck her with that look in his eyes, that wild, savage strength. She wanted to make him grunt and snort like he was doing now as he squeezed Kerchief’s lifeless head around himself, his balls tightening up against the still-bleeding neckhole as the head of his cock swelled just past her lips.

With a sudden surge of energy, Leap scrambled up out of the dirt. She nearly tripped as she threw herself between her master’s legs, kissing hard against Kerchief’s muzzle and wrapping her lips around her master’s cock just in time to receive the first spurt of his cum. She screamed in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he dug his bloody talons into her mane, her own mind-shattering orgasm overwhelming her as the bitter tang of his seed and the coppery salt of Kerchief’s blood mixed together on her tongue, rocking her body with powerful convulsions.

Leap held onto Kerchief’s head with her hooves, licking and sucking at her master’s cock, coaxing every drop of precious seed down her throat. Her hind legs gave out, her rear collapsing onto the dead mare’s headless corpse and squirting hot marecum over the gaping wound of her neck, the lingering heat of the blood still pumping out into the dirt only strengthening her orgasm as it rushed over her clit. It was the perfect moment, and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with her head between her master’s legs, sucking blood and cum off his shaft and watching him snuff out the helpless lives of their toys.

Leap’s heart ached. Three words repeated over and over in her head as her orgasm finally abated, leaving her tenderly licking at his softening flesh as he ran his talons through her mane.

I love him.

Gerrick’s grip on her mane tightened, and she flinched as he pulled her roughly off his cock. She fell onto the twitching corpse under him with a grunt, flinching as Kerchief’s cum-dripping head bounced off her chest, and looked up at him with wide eyes.

He stepped back, breathing deeply and scanning their surroundings. He looked down at her in silence, his eyes roaming her body in a way that made her blush.

She gulped. “D-did I do good?”

A couple seconds passed before he finally nodded. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.” Leap stood up on shaky hooves, adjusting her glasses with her magic. Specks of blood dripped down over the lens. She smiled up at him dreamily. “That was… the most perfect thing I’ve ever been part of.”

He nodded, gesturing to the two motionless bodies with a wingtip. “Bring these back to the wagon. We’re taking them back home.”

“Oh.” Leap bit her lip, wondering how he’d react to her questioning him. He seemed to be in a fairly good mood. “Could I ask why, sir?”

He arched a brow, but his voice remained level. “Because I want them.”

“R-right.” Leap’s horn glowed as she floated the bodies off the ground, screwing her muzzle up in concentration. They were pretty heavy, and she was still a little scatterbrained from her amazing orgasm. “Couldn’t they just make more copies for us to take home instead, sir?”

Gerrick looked back at her, head cocked, and Leap was struck with the sudden sensation that she’d said something very stupid.

“W-what?” She grimaced, shying away from him. She’d ruined it, hadn’t she? She’d shown how dumb she was, and now he wouldn’t like her anymore!

“Ms. Leap, these ponies weren’t copies.”

Leap’s heart skipped a beat. She kept her eyes on her hooves as she began to shiver. “W-what do you mean? If they w-weren’t copies, then… then how come we could play with them?”

“Because they’re my property,” Gerrick explained. “Peasants. I cull them regularly, both for their taste and—” his voice took on a dark edge “—entertainment.”

“But…” Leap thought back to the conversation the two mares had been having, the way they’d complained about their father and the remark the younger had made about Gerrick taking away their mother. “But they weren’t…”

“They were real ponies, yes.” Leap flinched as Gerrick’s forelegs came into view in front of her. He lifted a talon to her chin, pushing her wide green eyes up to meet the hard steel of his own. “Is that a problem?”

Leap stared up into her master’s eyes, mouth dry and ears drooping. She had killed two sisters. Two sisters with families that would mourn them, with hopes and dreams, that had tried to defend themselves from her and had cried out for each other when she struck them. She’d beaten a young mare to death with a hammer and drank blood from her bleeding marehood. She’d watched the older sibling—who’d only been trying to protect the younger—get her throat torn out and fucked, and had drank the cum of her murderer straight through her corpse.

Am I a bad pony?

By any standard Leap could think of, the answer was yes. She’d killed in a hot-blooded, erotic frenzy and then desecrated the bodies of her victims. Her lip began to quiver as she thought of what other ponies would say. Her parents had always taught her to be nice to other ponies, and Leap had thought of herself as a nice mare. She thought she was friendly. It was one of the few traits she took pride in; even if she wasn’t the smartest or the prettiest, at least she could say she was friendly.

Friendly mares don’t rape other mares to death.

Leap sniffled. Why was this happening to her? It had felt so good, so natural! She had thought they were just toys, like Mirror’s copies! It wasn’t fair!

She could still feel the sticky wetness dripping down her hind legs.

What did she do now? She definitely couldn’t go back to Equestria. Her whole life up to now was gone, tossed away in pursuit of her own lust. Her University, her friends back in Canterlot, her…

Now that she thought of it, Leap didn’t really miss Canterlot that much. She hadn’t really been doing so well in class before she left on the exchange program, and a lot of times she had felt like her friends didn’t really care about her. They would let her come along on outings or join parties, but when was the last time they’d invited her? They didn’t care.

She didn’t care.

The month she’d had here with Master Gerrick and Mirror Image was the greatest month of her life. She’d felt so free, so powerful, in ways she never thought were possible until now. She felt happy. She felt loved.

What did it matter if she was a bad pony? Being nice had never brought her anything; being bad had brought her happiness and companionship and the most wonderful orgasms. She didn’t want to go back. She didn’t care what anypony said. She only cared about what Gerrick and Mirror thought of her, and they liked her just as she was now—specks of fresh blood on her glasses, with dirt smudging her cheeks, arousal dripping down her legs, and the last dregs of her master’s slick cum sliding down her throat.

This was where she belonged.

It was a relief, coming to her decision. She looked up into her master’s eyes and smiled harder than she ever had before, so hard it made her cheeks hurt. She would do anything for him. She’d rape and kill as many ponies as he wanted, and she’d love it—and he’d love her, too.

“No, sir,” she said, eyes shimmering with happy tears. “That’s not a problem at all.”

“Good girl.” Gerrick stroked a talon along her cheek before turning away, his tail whipping through the air behind him. “Now bring those bodies. It’s time to go home.”

Author's Note

Commissioned by Exuno!

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